#and Tommy is an idiot who thinks buck is better off without him

[salty-autistic-writer]

Buck meets Tommy by chance after four weeks of silence.

He should have known this would happen sooner or later. After all, they are two first responders working in the same city.

And yet, when Buck sees the 217 on the firetruck, he still hopes Tommy isn’t with them because he doesn’t know how to deal with the thought of seeing him again after waiting for a word, a call, a sign in vain.

Buck can already feel the others glancing at him. He tries to look as impassive as possible.

This is work. And he’s a professional. He’s just going to do his job, no matter what.

That’s what Buck keeps telling himself. And it’s working. He loses himself in Bobby’s orders and the routine of the job. It’s working. Until the complex structure fire dies down. Until all of the civilians that were trapped are safe and on their way to the hospital. Until he takes off his helmet, wipes at his sweaty face and sees Tommy walking to the trucks with his helmet under one arm and an oxygen mask in his free hand.

Their eyes meet over the wavering smoke and Buck can feel his heart hitch.

Tommy looks good like he always does, in his broad, sharp-edged, muscled, calm and confident way. He towers above everyone else, his presence so clear it cuts right into Buck’s painstakingly maintained indifference.

I’m just going to say hi to him, Buck decides. Just a normal greeting between co-workers. Because that’s what we are now. We are not lovers anymore. I can’t go to him, cup his face and ask him if he’s okay. I can’t check him for injuries or possible damage to his lungs from the smoke. I can’t tease him about the soot on his face that makes him look like a racoon. I can’t ask him if he’s free later and wants to watch a movie. I can’t make him dinner. I can’t watch him fall asleep on the couch. I can’t.

I’m just going to say hi. *

This is a little snippet of the fic I'm working on right now: "Buck meets Tommy by chance. They talk, and in the heat of the moment Buck says: "I wish I would have never met you". That's the last thing he says to Tommy. A few days later Tommy has an accident and Buck feels incredibly guilty.

[karenandhenwilson]

Hello! The henchim info is from a cut scene - we know about it because Aisha posted a video of Oliver helping her run lines for it. So up to us if it's canon but it's very sweet. It's on 911bts I think

It is on 911bts here on tumblr, thank you for pointing me in the right direction! I didn't watch it the first time I saw it because the tone is really off for me which made it difficult to follow, but I did so now. As you answered in my inbox, I'll just dive deep into my own opinion about this (which I wouldn't have done in your post and tried not to do too much in my repost earlier). And that's everyone's warning to back off if you don't want to read a not-so-excited opinion about the issue of Chimney, Hen, and Karen in 8x05.

First of all, for everyone who can't deal with the tone quality of the video either: Hen goes to Bobby after the pumpkin head call, they seem to be in the firehouse. Bobby tells Hen he is working on shift schedules but that she should sit down and talk with him about why she came to him. Hen then tells Bobby that she wants to ask for a shift off, not for herself but for Chimney. Because she heard Chimney tell the guy with the head in the pumpkin how sad he was to miss Jee's first Halloween. Bobby tells her he can't do that because there can't be two people short on the shift. Hen asks about Buck, and Bobby explains, that no Buck will be back. But Chimney already asked for a shift off. On Hen's behalf, so she could spend Halloween with Mara. That's where it ends.

Let's look at this scene isolated from the rest of the episode: I agree, it says a lot about the friendship between Hen and Chimney. Shows us once more how deep this friendship is and how much they care for each other.

Now, let's consider where this is placed in the episode: It's after the pumpkin head call. So we already had the early Halloween party at the Wilson's house. Bobby already knows Buck will be back for the next shift, so it's also after the hospital scene with Buck, Eddie, and Tommy. It's, obviously, before Hen tells Karen no one is taking off for the shift. So, somewhere between this scene and Hen coming home, Chimney and Hen talk with each other about it and consequently decide "If not both of us can win, our whole family is going to lose. We aren't the ones who have to suffer the most under it anyway". (And also, later Bobby just accepted them both pulling the request back instead of ordering Hen to stop being an idiot and be with her family.)

Some people might tell me it's kind of hard and overexaggerated to say it in this way. I don't agree with those people and I hope they treat their partners better than Hen treats Karen here.

Because in this very moment when Hen and Chimney decide to both go to work the next shift, Hen is a horrible wife to Karen. She had a chance to be off of work, Bobby was already doing the work to make it possible! And Karen had voiced her desire to have that for once (I detailed here why I don't think it comes as out of left field as most people somehow claim it does). And Hen decided "Between the comfort of my wife, the memories my children will make (one of whom hasn't been with the family for any holiday before) and the comfort of my best friend (who incidentally already offered for me to be off work for that shift and was okay with it!), the most import thing for me is the comfort of my best friend."

How can anyone claim that's not absolutely horrible behavior? (I mean, of course, except for those people who clearly don't care for Henren at all. And I know, that's mostly all of fandom. Yes, this hiatus has made me very bitter about that and these words aren't aimed directly at the person whose ask I'm answering here but really at the general fandom.)

It's not the first time that Hen put her friendship with Chimney above her family. She did so in season 5, too, when she offered to go with Chimney to chase after Maddie without even thinking for a moment about her wive or her son. (And with the way Chimney's car was packed, it was very clear he intended to stay away for a long time.)

It made me furious at Hen back then, and it's making me furious at Hen now again. It's just one more thing I'll have to ignore about Hen's behavior and I will headcanon that Hen took the chance and was with her family instead of declining the offer of the free day. Because I refuse to give up on Henren, no matter how often the show tries to ruin them for the drama's sake.

[screaming-universe]

Snippet Sunday

Let's pretend it's still Sunday for me ^^

I was on a train for three hours and started writing a third part for my werecat a/b/o series??? (not a direct sequel, I think it would contradict some of what's strongly implied in the first two fics but well)

Snippet is under the cut, please feel yourself tagged if you want to be!

Buck had liked Tommy, had maybe even flirted with him, but that had only lasted until he saw Tommy and Eddie together. Eddie, who was always free in his affections when it came to casual touches, hugged Tommy closely as a greeting and then didn't seem to let go. From saying hi to the moment he needed to let go to climb into the copter, Eddie's right arm stayed around Tommy's waist and Tommy put his arm around Eddie's shoulders.

Omegas are touchy, Philip Buckley would have said but Buck knew better. Humans were touchy, some more so, some less. But strong alphas were supposed to be stoic and above such basic human needs (and Buck failed so badly at that, frankly he was proud of it), unlike frail omegas who were allowed to indulge without risking society's judgemental eye.

So maybe Buck was upset about nothing- Eddie was tactile, he knew that - but it didn't mean that he had to like this. And it only continued: Tommy this and Tommy that, suddenly Tommy was everywhere! Or more precisely: everywhere around Eddie. Going to trivia nights, watching movies, having dinner at Eddie's, going to watch sweaty men beating each other up, being sweaty men beating each other up. Well, maybe not that last one. Buck had seen the bruises and cuts on Eddie during his fight club days and sparring with Tommy just did not compare.

And then there was basketball.

Eddie had asked Buck to come many times but Buck had refused every time. He could play but he just didn't like it. He preferred spending time with Eddie at home, in the kitchen or out with Christopher or maybe going for a drink. Just not basketball.

But now Tommy went along and Eddie had it in his calendar, circled.

So Buck may have lied to Chimney about wanting to go to the basketball game with him as a brotherly (in-law) bonding exercise. And of course Chimney knew as soon as they arrived, which probably meant that Maddie would soon know too. Buck was pissed from the start, from the moment he saw Eddie and Tommy touching, if he was honest with himself (which he certainly wasn't, as he knew even then). That should have been a good indication to not play. But no, like an idiot he went on.

They had come off a 24 h shift just an hour before the game and Buck had taken care to reapply his scent-blocker but he was certainly the exception. Chimney's smell grew stronger as they played, the sweat overpowering the vestiges of his scent-blocker. Buck liked the beta's smell – marriage or not: Chimney was his brother. There were the smells of two other alphas but Buck paid them no attention; these two in particular held no appeal to him.

There was Eddie's smell, which was a rarity outside of the Diazes' home. Eddie had told him once that he'd gotten used to scent-blockers in the Army and since then enjoyed not being clocked as an omega immediately. Things certainly were better than they had been fifty, thirty or even ten years ago, but Buck had observed how some people’s attitude towards Eddie shifted if his scent-blockers grew weak during a long day without any pauses and his smell became noticeable. To Buck, his best friend smelled like home; possibly the best smell in the world, but some people smelled an unmated omega and decided to take that as permission to feel superior and become a creep, to put it as nicely as possible. Normally Eddie's scent was soothing and calming but right now it pissed Buck off and he couldn't tell why.

And then there was Tommy, whose scent Buck had never smelled before. He was an omega too, which maybe would have surprised Buck 1.0, who had not shaken off the stereotypes as much as he'd thought back then, but especially since meeting Eddie and mistaking him for an alpha, Buck had given up trying to guess anybody's secondary sex. Tommy certainly didn't fit the omega stereotype: tall and built, more so than Buck, and he smelled enticing, exciting – even though Buck hated him.

Normally that last thought should have been enough for Buck to step back and take a moment to try and understand what was going on. But right now he was trying to get closer, even if that meant running into Tommy, literally, and then...then Buck got so close so quickly that Eddie was lying on the ground, groaning, and with a hurt ankle. Buck did that. And Buck did not understand.

Buck had some realisations while he tried to distract himself with some bills - which totally did not work. He'd been trying to get closer to Eddie because he'd felt as though Eddie was leaving him out, even though Eddie was just spending time with somebody else, a new friend. Buck knew he’d struggled with the fear of being replaced; he'd had long talks with Doctor Copeland about it. He’d thought he’d been over it, or at least better at recognising it for what it was. Apparently not. Fear of being replaced, that was all it was, right?

And he'd been trying to get closer to Tommy because Tommy was an interesting person and also a hot man, objectively. And also subjectively, when it came to Buck. There had been a reason why Buck had asked for a tour at the 217  after all, and asked Tommy specifically.

He'd wanted attention from his best friend and an attractive man, sue him. Which they actually maybe should, or Eddie at least. Buck had hurt his best friend – if Eddie even wanted to remain friends, Buck could understand if not, and- Buck cut off this catastrophising, spiralling train of thought. Whatever Eddie decided, Buck would learn about it. He'd just have to be patient.

Luckily for him it wasn't a long time between this realisation and a knock to his door that promised a good distraction from his impatience. He opened it and there stood Tommy. Buck didn't know who he was expecting, maybe a neighbour, but definitely not Tommy

[murderousginger]

Wild Heart

John Shelby x reader

Word count: 1126

Warnings: They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

This song requested by @peakyrogers. John's 16 in this, before the war.

1911

Their laughter echoed the halls, louder than the grunts and grumbling of the officers dragging them both to the cells.

"They're both fuckin' mad," one of the officers exclaimed as he yanked John's arm to keep him from kicking another officer. 

Two officers held your arms as you laughed and fought behind John and the three officers holding him. You both stunk of whiskey and were dazed, wild eyed and hyper.

"They say we're mad, John boy," you cackled, throwing your head back and almost headbutting an officer behind you. 

"Mad as hatters, doll," John yipped as he bucked backward from their grip and crashed into you, kissing you hard before they pulled you apart. 

"Separate cells," one of the officers yelled to the one unlocking a cell ahead. "We'll need separate cells or else she'll be knocked up by morning."

"You think bars'll stop that if we want it?" John laughed as they threw him in the drunk tank with two other men. He grabbed the bars and swung around as he made a wild call.

They opened the next cell over and pushed you in. You stumbled into the cell before you gathered your footing and rushed to the shared wall. John followed, cupping your face as you both kissed through the bars.

"Young lust, eh?" One of the officers laughed. 

And maybe it was, but neither of you cared. 

The night had started like any other. You both snuck out of your houses and met each other on the cobblestone in hushed giggles. John spun you until you squealed and kissed you to quiet you, laughing against your lips. He took your hand and you both ran down the road until you were to the canal. 

John's grin split his face as he pulled a full bottle of whiskey from a bush. 

"You plannin' on getting me drunk and takin' advantage of me, John Shelby?" You asked with a smile. 

"Who's to say you won't take advantage of me?" He scoffed. "Those eyes don't look so innocent."

"Guess we'll have to find out," you sang as you came close and kissed him before wrestling the bottle from his hand and skipping off.

And drunk you both were. 

You had finished off the bottle and got bored dancing through the empty streets, so John had decided to drag you to the local tavern to find his older brothers. 

"The kids got a visitor," an officer called an hour later as he opened the door for an older boy to walk through. 

John yipped. 

"Arthur!" He called as he stood up and opened his arms. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see your ugly mug."

"Now, brother, don't go insulting your savior," the boy warned with a finger. "You're lucky I answered the door without Pol waking up."

"Oh she most certainly woke up," an agitated voice called out.

"Bloody hell, John," the older boy chuckled. "You're in for it now."

"Shut up, Arthur, as if you're any better," the woman snapped as she tugged a sleepy child behind her and a teen girl rested in the doorway. "What in the hell did you do now, John Shelby? What did he do?"

"Fuckin' hell," John said as he rubbed his face. "Where's Tommy to make it a whole body family affair?"

"Gone in the night but not caught by the coppers," the woman quipped. "So what did he do?"

The woman glared at the policemen fiercely, waiting for an answer. One of the policemen finally stepped forward. 

"He and the girl were making mischief, mum," he said. "They were throwing bottles at people and the boy got in a fist fight."

"It's always some bloody girl," she growled as she scanned the room and locked eyes with you. "This the tarte?"

"Seeing as I'm the only girl behind bars, ma'am, I'd hope so," you giggled drunkenly.  "Otherwise our John has some explaining to do."

Your eyes floated to John, whose demeanor has completely changed. He was stiff-backed and his face had fallen. He shot you a glance, making a quick cutting motion with his hand. 

"So you've found a girl just as stupid as you," the woman said as she cocked her eyebrow. "No wonder you're behind bars tonight. What's your name, tarte?"

"Y/N, ma'am," you said quietly as your hands fidgeted with your dress. 

"I got her into this, Pol," John said as he stepped closer to the bars.

"Aunt Pol," the woman snapped. "You're still under my care and if you're going to grovel, do it properly."

"Aunt Polly," John corrected as his hands reached the bars and he pressed his face to them. "It's all my doing, really. I'm to blame. It's not fair to keep her here all night because of me."

"And who said you weren't staying in that cell tonight?" Polly eyed him. "I've a mind to let them keep you. What happened to your lip?"

"We both know you wouldn't drag everyone out of bed to show me off like a pony just to leave me here," John reasoned. "Especially with work in the morning."

"He split his lip fighting for me, ma'am," you said quietly as you stepped forward. "A man had grabbed me and he was defending my honor."

You reached the bars near the corner closest to John and he silently reached for your hand. You clasped his hand in baited breath as you waited for Polly to speak.

Polly looked between you both and then at your hands, held between bars. 

"I've barely enough to get your arse out," Polly sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. 

"I've got it," Arthur spoke up. "I can cover her if you've got John. Was the plan to get him out without bothering you, anyway, until Ada woke you."

"So Ada's the rat," John said as he stuck his tongue out at the teen girl with her arms crossed by the door. "See if I keep quiet about that boy next time, dear sister."

Ada flushed and rolled her eyes as Polly and Arthur's eyes shot to the girl. 

"Bloody teenagers," Polly muttered before looking back to the policeman. "Fine then, let them out. I'll take them both. Bloody idiots."

1914

"Are you coming back?" You said, refusing to let go of John. "Please tell me you're coming back."

Your fingers gripped his uniform, wrinkling the fabric as he hugged you back tightly before pulling you away from his chest. His hand rested protectively over your swollen belly as the train whistled behind him. 

"I'd be crazy not to," he said with a soft smile. 

"They say we're mad, John," you whispered hoarsely as he kissed your forehead.

"Mad as hatters, doll."

[xbreezymeadowsx]

200 Questions

No one asked me to do it but I made @sharpiewashere do it so it’s only fair I suffer through, too.

200: My crush’s name is: Zach because husband but also... Tommy motherfuckin’ Flanagan

199: I was born in: New Hampshire

198: I am really: horny and annoyed

197: My cellphone company is: Verizon

196: My eye color is: Brown

195: My shoe size is: like 10.5W I think.

194: My ring size is: I think it’s a 9.

193: My height is: 5’ 3”

192: I am allergic to: cats and crop dust

191: My 1st car was: old ass shitty Jeep Grand Cherokee

190: My 1st job was: at a stand in a city mall where we had an inflatable slide and two bounces houses and served sno cones, smoothies, and novelty ice creams

189: Last book you read: Fangs by Sarah Andersen

188: My bed is: fuckin’ broken and uncomfortable and clearly not big enough for myself and my bedhog husband.

187: My pet: 1 old black cat.

186: My best friend: Yuki (that bitch is my best best best friend and I miss her to pieces)

185: My favorite shampoo is: Garnier Whole Blends: Honey Treasures

184: Xbox or ps3: Fuck both. Switch.

183: Piggy banks are: cute

182: In my pockets: nada at the moment

181: On my calendar: is scribbles from my kid

180: Marriage is: Don’t marry a redneck!

179: Spongebob can: stop. Give me the early Bob but that’s it.

178: My mom: loves Unicorns

177: The last three songs I bought were? Wap metal version, Room with a Zoo, Shoop

176: Last YouTube video watched: GabSmolders playing Control

175: How many cousins do you have? technically only 2 by blood and actual familial connections. 6 if you count some others. 9 if you count step-cousins.

174: Do you have any siblings? 1 big Seester!

173: Are your parents divorced? Yeah

172: Are you taller than your mom? Maybe? IDK, we’re both shorties

171: Do you play an instrument? sadly, no.

170: What did you do yesterday? Slept and worked

[ I Believe In ]

169: Love at first sight: yes

168: Luck: yes

167: Fate: yes

166: Yourself: HA, you’re funny.

165: Aliens: no

164: Heaven: these are...

163: Hell: ... kinda loaded...

162: God: ... questions

161: Horoscopes: maybe

160: Soul mates: yes

159: Ghosts: yes

158: Gay Marriage: yes

157: War: yes

156: Orbs: yes

155: Magic: yes

[ This or That ]

154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: unfortunately neither.

152: Phone or Online: online

151: Red heads or Black haired: black

150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunette

149: Hot or cold: cold

148: Summer or winter: winter

147: Autumn or Spring: autumn

146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

145: Night or Day: night

144: Oranges or Apples: apples

143: Curly or Straight hair: straight

142: McDonalds or Burger King: McD’s outta these choices but I’d take Steak’N’Shake over either.

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk and Dark.

140: Mac or PC: PC

139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Zach can be sweet (he certainly isn’t ugly to look at) and we’re definitely on the poor side.

137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (anybody remember Pepsi Twist? That was the best!)

136: Hillary or Obama: Obama

135: Buried or cremated: Buried I guess. Though, if I’m cremated, my ashes need to be spread in one place and no separating them.

134: Singing or Dancing: singing

133: Coach or Chanel: I am a redneck, these things don’t mean anything to me.

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who?

131: Small town or Big city: small town

130: Wal-Mart or Target: Either? I shop Wal-Mart all the time out of convenience but I do like Target

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: I am overall not a fan of either barring a select couple movies (like Heavyweights and Little Nicky)

128: Manicure or Pedicure: no thanks.

127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Christmas

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate

124: Disney or Six Flags: Can I go to a Zoo instead?

123: Yankees or Red Sox: I’ll say Sox because New England but I don’t particularly care for baseball.

[ Here’s What I Think About ]

122: War: there’s a time and place

121: George Bush: he’s an idiot?

120: Gay Marriage: yay!

119: The presidential election: tearing families apart because people are stupid and vote for Trump

118: Abortion: this is a bit of a grey area for me. While I firmly believe in “my body, my choice”, I do not accept that argument if you are constantly getting them as if it is a form of birth control. Use proper contraceptives you slut.

117: MySpace: does that even exist anymore?

116: Reality TV: certain ones can assume me.

115: Parents: love them even when you don’t like them.

114: Back stabbers: pussies.

113: Ebay: never used it

112: Facebook: is reserved for pictures of kids, pets, funny videos and memes, and gifs.

111: Work: shitty... literally

110: My Neighbors: I’m just glad they aren’t the cousin-fuckers or the Methicans anymore.

109: Gas Prices: it takes like 20 bucks to fill my tiny car gas tank so whatever.

108: Designer Clothes: never fit me

107: College: didn’t go.

106: Sports: HA. My fat ass play sports? Maybe Badminton or Tetherball but that’s it.

105: My family: lives too far away.

104: The future: needs to be better than now.

[ Last time I ]

103: Hugged someone: like 20 mins ago when my kid was trying to suck up to me to get a sip of my frappe.

102: Last time you ate: two hours ago.

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Zane’s first day of school this year. Miss Angie came over to see him off in the morning.

100: Cried in front of someone: probably a few weeks ago.

99: Went to a movie theater: Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2.

98: Took a vacation: three years ago.

97: Swam in a pool: probably close to 8 or more years ago.

96: Changed a diaper: 4-5 yrs ago.

95: Got my nails done: professionally? never. By Zane? last weekend.

94: Went to a wedding: three years ago.

93: Broke a bone: never. dislocated shit though.

92: Got a piercing: over a decade

91: Broke the law: probably frequently without realizing it.

90: Texted: couple mins ago.

[ MISC ]

89: Who makes you laugh the most: oh I’m a funny bitch

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing? fuck this house. fuck this town. fuck this state. I wanna go HOME home.

87: The last movie I saw: Smokin’ Aces 2

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: my nephew’s birth and the vacation we plan to take to see him!

85: The thing i’m not looking forward to: the travel for the vacation stated above.

84: People call me: a lot of things. most of them true.

83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus

80: The first person i talked to today was: my husband

79: First time you had a crush: I had a massive crush on Shawn Micheals as a kid.

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my Seester

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: probably someone in the Flanaclan Chapel

76: Right now I am talking to: the Flanaclan on and off

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I’m supposed to grow up?

74: I have/will get a job: yes

73: Tomorrow: is Halloween

72: Today: I’m horny and annoyed

71: Next Summer: is a long time away

70: Next Weekend: work

69: I have these pets: already answered

68: The worst sound in the world: right now I’d have to say it’s Zane clucking his tongue.

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself? or more specifically my anxiety brain.

66: People that make you happy: my Flanaclan friends, my bff, my sister.

65: Last time I cried: a few weeks ago

64: My friends are: on the internet and/or mostly too far away

63: My computer is: a hunk of shit laptop

62: My School: never going ever again.

61: My Car: looks like the car emoji.

60: I lose all respect for people who: beat animals

59: The movie I cried at was: recently? Up

58: Your hair color is: brown

57: TV shows you watch: SOA, SVU, SWAT, wrestling, Wynonna Earp, Van Helsing, Supernatural

56: Favorite web site: tumblr and youtube

55: Your dream vacation: Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, all that.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: dislocating my knee

53: How do you like your steak cooked: med rare

52: My room is: some boring off-white

51: My favorite celebrity is: Tommy Flanagan

50: Where would you like to be: New Hampshire

49: Do you want children: I have 1 and that’s 1 too many.

48: Ever been in love: yup

47: Who’s your best friend: didn’t I already answer this?

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls nowadays. guys around here suck.

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: reading Chibs fics, staring at Flanagan

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Flanagan

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: hell no

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no

41: Have you pre-named your children: I did not.

40: Last person I got mad at: me

39: I would like to move to: for the millionth time, New Hampshire

38: I wish I was a professional: dog sitter/walker

[ My Favorites ]

37: Candy: Sour Patch Watermelons

36: Vehicle: 90′s Ford Ranger, Jeep Renegade, Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Gladiator, Ford Shelby GT350R 

35: President: certainly not the fuckin’ current one.

34: State visited: Massachusetts

33: Cellphone provider: Verizon

32: Athlete: Aleister Black, Drew McIntyre, Luchasaurus, Sonny Kiss (and fuck you if you try to tell me they aren’t athletes)

31: Actor: Tommy Flanagan

30: Actress: Millie Bobby Brown

29: Singer: Ville Valo

28: Band: HIM

27: Clothing store: don’t care.

26: Grocery store: don’t care.

25: TV show: Law & Order: SVU (as much as I’d love to say SOA, Law & Order was my first real love)

24: Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You

23: Website: tumblr, youtube

22: Animal: dogs, wolves

21: Theme park: Zoos

20: Holiday: Halloween

19: Sport to watch: professional wrestling, football, hockey

18: Sport to play: nothing that requires that much energy

17: Magazine: don’t read them much

16: Book: the House Of Night series and sequel series by P.C. Cast and Kristen Cast (I don’t care that I’m probably too old for them now, I love them)

15: Day of the week: Saturday

14: Beach: Hampton Beach, NH

13: Concert attended: 69 Eyes headlined (opening with Night Kills The Day, then Fair To Midland which were fine but also Wednesday 13!!!!!)

12: Thing to cook: fajitas

11: Food: apple fritters/apple cider donuts

10: Restaurant: Panda Express I suppose.

9: Radio station: WGFA

8: Yankee candle scent: Midsummers Night

7: Perfume: don’t wear perfume so much as body spray and it’s usually something like cucumber melon or some baked goods scent.

6: Flower: Tiger Lillies

5: Color: Green- specifically Forest/Hunter

4: Talk show host: idk I used to watch Maury all the time, does that count?

3: Comedian: George Carlin

2: Dog breed: Pittie mixes, mutts, labs, medium to big short haired breeds

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes I did.

[lordofthenerds97]

Books and Baseball Bats

Prompt: 11. “I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” by @hargrovesprincess​ Rating: T+ Word Count: 6,590 Pairing: Billy Hargrove/Reader AN: I have no idea what happened with this...I had two sweet little fic ideas that just sort of turned into this monster...enjoy!!

You have no idea how you managed it, but you had caught the attentions of the new King of Hawkins. You couldn’t believe it, but Billy Hargrove had suddenly taken an interest in you.

You had first noticed it about three weeks ago. You were standing in front of your locker, putting books back and grabbing the appropriate ones when you felt eyes on you. Shrugging it off, you didn’t pay much attention to the thought. But when the locker door closed and you turned to walk towards your History class, Billy was leaning against his own locker, watching you curiously with his hands shoved in his pockets. 

Trying to keep the utter shock off your face, you sent him a curt smile and a nod before hugging your books to your chest and walking away. You could feel his eyes watching you the entire time you walked away, and the hair on the back of your neck began to stand up.

 “Snap out of it, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself.

What surprised you even more was that he kept watching you. During class, at lunch, in the hallways, as you walked to your car in the parking lot, even at the arcade when he dropped off and picked up his sister. 

It confused you to no end.

You weren’t what people would call ‘beautiful’. Heck, you didn’t even think you were pretty. For as long as you could remember, you were always heavier than the other girls in your school. Your mother was tall and slim, as was your father. You weren’t sure where you inherited your figure, but you didn’t complain about it. Sure, it had bothered you at first. Your hips were fuller, your thighs were thicker, your stomach wasn’t as flat as other girls, and your chest was a compliment to the rest of your body. You weren’t fat by any means, but when you first started high school, you thought so. And thanks to the other girls, you believed it for a while. You had tried everything you could think of, including almost starving yourself, to thin out. But the only thing your efforts had produced was hardened muscle instead of soft skin.

Your legs became toned, able to support you for hours of running. Your stomach, though not entirely flat, was toned with a thin outline of abs.

And you had learned to embrace your size. You knew what you were capable of even if others didn’t. And you were proud of it. 

Through your high school years, you could count the number of dates you had been on with one hand. The thought didn’t bother you, as you had more things to worry about than dating and hooking up. You didn’t think the world revolved around guys. You thought you had an actual purpose in life, something better to accomplish than getting laid every weekend. Truth be told, you weren’t even interested in hooking up with anyone.

But you were rapidly becoming the center of attention at Hawkins High. People had noticed that you gained Billy’s interest, therefore you warranted everyone else’s interest as well. They wanted to know what it was about you that had Billy Hargrove so interested in the quiet and subtle Y/N Y/L/N.

You hummed to yourself as you walked towards your locker, absentmindedly listening to your friend Cindy ramble on about her plans for the weekend. It was only Tuesday, but everyone was already making plans for the weekend parties. 

“Honestly, Cindy, I don’t understand what you see in Tommy.” you cut in as she started going off about Tommy H, one of the boys who constantly hung around Billy. He was her newest obsession and she didn’t seem to be letting him go any time soon. “Besides, isn’t he dating Carol?” 

Cindy shrugged as she popped a bright pink bubble from the gum she had been chewing. “Dating is a relative term with Tommy.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like every other pig in this town.” you muttered.

She raised an eyebrow at you. “You know, Y/N, I think I figured out what you need.”

“Do tell.”

“You need to get laid.”

You snorted at the suggestion, giving her a look as you shut your locker door. “Come on, Cindy. Don’t encourage my mother to keep trying to set me up. I’m perfectly happy by myself.”

She rolled her eyes in response. “Whatever. Are you coming with me on Friday night?”

“To what?”

“Remy’s party. Duh.”

A groan escaped your lips as you looked pleadingly at your best friend. The social scene of parties wasn’t exactly your speed. You would prefer to be at home with a good book. Heck, you would even take babysitting the party with Steve over going to a party. But it didn’t look like she was going to give you a choice. But before you could answer, another voice chimed in, coming from behind you.

“Yeah, Y/N. You going to Remy’s party?”

The deep, husky tone sent a chill rocketing down your spine and you turned slightly to see Billy leaning against a row of lockers behind you. He smirked at you as you turned, his eyes lighting up with mischief. You already knew that Cindy’s jaw was on the floor without even looking at her.

“Hi, Billy.” you said smoothly, ignoring the shock that was coursing through your veins. “I don’t know. Kegs and drunk idiots aren’t really my style.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, silently appraising you as you spoke. “Then what is your style, honey?” The words dripped from his lips like honey and you felt your stomach flip.

You raised an eyebrow. “Books and baseball bats.”

Billy looked at you with curiosity. “Interesting.”

You simply shrugged. “You asked. 

The first time you had an encounter with a baseball bat, you were supposed to be babysitting Will Byers. Joyce had given you a key to the house and the lights were all off when you got out there. She had told you that Jonathan was out of town and Steve wasn’t available. But as soon as you walked in the door, you were assaulted with the swing of a nail filled bat. Steve had apologized profusely for that and left you even more confused as Will dragged you along with the party to fight dog like creatures.

And ever since then, you always carried a bat that matched Steve’s in the trunk of your car.

Billy flashed a grin at you. “Well, I hope to see you there, sweetheart. You won’t regret it if you come.” And without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you and Cindy to your own devices.

When you turned back around, you gently knocked Cindy’s mouth closed and rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag and keys, getting ready to leave.

“Did we just experience the same thing?” she asked incredulously as she hurriedly followed you out of the school.

“Pretty sure we did.” you responded.

“You’ve got to go, Y/N!”

“Why, exactly do I have to do that?”

Cindy just stared at you with a disbelieving look. “We’ve gotta do something about this attitude of yours.”

Friday night rolled around, and you still had no intention of showing up to the party.                                                   ________________

“You can’t expect me to fall all over myself when he bats his eyelashes at me, Cindy!” you exclaimed, walking around your room. You had to hold the phone away from your ear as she practically shrieked at you.

“Y/N, do you even realize what’s happening?”

You rolled your eyes. “Billy’s trying to play mind games with me, Cindy. And I’m not gonna let him. Contrary to what he thinks, he’s not everything I want in a man. 

Your best friend let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. But you should still come.”

“That’s defeating the purpose of me not seeing Billy.”

“But I need a wingwoman!” she whined.

“You’ll be fine, Cindy. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“I missed you Friday night, Y/N,”                                                  ________________

You suppressed another shiver as you heard his voice behind you. You had to remind yourself that he was after one thing, and you weren’t about to give it to him. There was no way you were going to play his game. 

“Sorry, Billy.” you responded coolly, putting a couple books into your locker. It wasn’t even nine yet, and he was already breathing down your neck. “I had something better to do.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest. You took a quiet, deep breath to steel yourself before turning around. You weren’t going to deny that he was attractive. Because he was. But you knew what he wanted from you. Through a bit of digging over the weekend, you discovered that you were one of the few Senior girls that had managed to resist his charm. And gauging from his reactions, he didn’t like people resisting him.

“Awe, come on, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I told you that parties weren’t my style.”

He glanced at the two books you shoved into your bag. “What’s your first class today? 

Raising an eyebrow, you glanced up at him. “Algebra II. Which if you ask me, is a cruel first class on Monday morning.”

He chuckled and nodded his agreement. “That’s mine too.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lying.”

“How do you know?” he asked indignantly. 

“You’re never in the class. Not once since the beginning of the year have I seen you step foot into my Monday Algebra class.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been looking for me, then?”

“I think I would’ve noticed if an ego as big as yours walked into a classroom I was in. It would be suffocating.” 

He laughed at your abrupt humor. Though he had to admit, he liked your sarcasm.

“Who says I haven’t been skipping all year?”

That gave you pause. “Fine. But if you get thrown out, I get to say I told you so.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t get thrown out?”

You pursed your lips as you thought. “I’ll give you five bucks.”

Billy snorted. “If I’m going to walk you to class and prove you wrong, you need to make it worth my while.”

“Oh? Who says you’re walking me?”

“Our feet.” 

You silently cursed as you realized he was right. You were both walking in the direction of Mrs. Schafer’s classroom. And you realized that you were actually enjoying the conversation. “Fine. What do you want?”

He stopped and stepped in front of you, invading your personal space. His eyes scanned your face as a wolfish grin took over his features. “Come with me to a party Saturday.”

You groaned. “Really?”

Billy shrugged. “It’s a fair trade.”

“You know what, sure. Whatever.”

He grinned and continued walking, shoving his hands into his pockets. You carried the conversation as the two of you walked, and you were surprised to find both of you laughing as you headed for the room. What surprised you even more was the fact that Billy stepped in front of you and opened the door, allowing you to walk through first. You muttered a quiet thank you as you stepped inside with him close behind. As soon as the two of you walked in, the entire room went quiet. Billy’s mouth twisted into a smirk as everyone looked at you. But what really threw you for a loop was when Mrs. Schafer spoke up.

“Mister Hargrove. Nice of you to finally join us. Please, take a seat.” 

He threw you a triumphant grin and you glared right back, electing to ignore him and walk towards your seat. He chuckled and followed you, sitting right behind your desk. 

What had you just walked into? Apparently, a world where Billy has the same class as you every Monday morning. And out of spite, you tried to prove him wrong and ended up conned into going to a party with him that weekend. Could your day get any worse?

The answer to that question, as it would appear, was yes.

Turns out there were a lot of classes that Billy shared with you that he had been skipping since the beginning of the year. It’s a wonder they haven’t thrown him out yet.

He made it a point to sit behind you at every available opportunity, even glaring and charming his way into the seats he wanted. You rolled your eyes at his antics, not impressed in the least. But you had to give it to him, the boy was persistent. He would poke your shoulder with a pencil, nudge the leg of your chair with his boot, or even lean forwards and flick your H/C locks away from your neck.

It was annoying at first, but by lunch, you had finally figured out how to block him out of your mind. You had better things to focus on, and Billy Hargrove wasn’t going to get in the way of that.

“Hey, Cindy, do you mind coming over later and helping me with the History assignment?” you asked, looking down at the paper as you walked. You felt rather than heard someone walk right next to you and naturally, you assumed it was your best friend. 

“Sure babe. But I don’t know how much studying we’ll be doing.”

You about jumped out of your skin when you realized who it was that appeared beside you. You jerked around, smacking him in the chest while glaring something fierce. “Hargrove!” you snapped. 

He grinned at you. “Yeah?”

You grumbled something under your breath and shook your head before running a hand through your hair.

“Uh, Y/N? I’m back here…”

 You turned with another glare to Cindy, who grinned back at you from behind. “Thanks for that, Captain Obvious.” 

She sent you a mock salute and walked up to you, practically yanking the paper out of your hands. Billy still stood beside you, his arms crossed and a triumphant smile across his face. His blond curls framed his face as he watched you. You had to admit that having his eyes on you was something of a compliment, but you didn’t dare say that out loud. 

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, babe.” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets again. Behind you, Cindy didn’t say anything, but you could practically feel her tense. And you noticed her hands grip the paper a little tighter, and it was a wonder she didn’t rip it in two. Billy, on the other hand, leaned towards you with a wolfish grin. “Wear something nice, yeah?”

You bit back a cocky response, instead biting your tongue before you watched him walk away. As soon as he was out of earshot, Cindy grabbed your arm and began hauling you outside. “Spill. Everything.” she hissed.

You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed huff. “What is it with him all of a sudden?” you mused.

“What?” she responded.

A shrug lifted your shoulders. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s somehow managed to be everywhere I am. And he won’t leave me alone.”

Cindy rolled her blue eyes. “Someone likes you, Spike, hard as it is to fathom.”

You let out a snort at the sound of the nickname she had given you. Cindy had found the bat in your trunk several months ago and had teased you about it relentlessly. And in honor of the spiked weapon, the nickname was born.

“I doubt it, C. He probably just wants to get laid.”

She gave you a pointed look. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But what’s this about you wearing something nice?”

A groan escaped your lips. “I may have somehow managed to find myself going to a party with him on Saturday.” 

Her mouth fell open and she almost dropped the stack of books she was carrying. “You what?!” she demanded.

“Keep your voice down!” you hissed, noticing the amount of people staring. “Yes, I’m going to a party with him.”

“When did this happen?! You’re gonna go on a date with Ha-” 

You slapped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentence. “Cindy, I swear to God, I’ll let Dustin practice his science fair project on you if you don’t shut the he** up!”

With wide eyes she nodded, and you slowly released your hand. “Explain.”

“It was a bet. He found me at my locker this morning and asked what class I had first. I told him and then he said he had the same one. I didn’t believe him, so we made a bet.”

It took a moment, but she quietly shook her head. “Man, you must’ve been confident to bet something like that.”

You shrugged. “It’ll be interesting to say the least.”                                                 ________________

The rest of the week passed by in a drag. You were bored to tears with all your classes. And if anyone were paying attention, they would find you sitting at your desk, cheek propped up on your fist while you doodled in your notebook, while your head was in the clouds.

But there were things that had been catching your attention.

A ghost of a touch here, an echo of a whisper there. Billy hadn’t stepped foot near you since Monday afternoon. So you thought, at least. But you knew he was watching you. You could constantly feel his eyes on you, no matter where you were. Maybe you were just paranoid, maybe your mind was conjuring things to give you a boost of self-esteem. Whatever the case, you were tired of it. 

As you were walking towards the parking lot Friday afternoon, an arm found its way across your shoulders. You weren’t surprised when you saw Billy out of your peripheral.

“I’ll pick you up at eight.” he said, leaning close. You suppressed a shiver that wanted to snake down your spine at his husky tone. You felt his lips press into your neck lightly, right below your ear.

And then he was gone.

You shook your head and muttered to yourself, trying to snap out of the trance he had you in.

When you first started noticing that he was paying attention to you, you had made a promise to yourself not to let his mind games play with your head. You were going to be logical about the entire situation. But that was slowly going out the window. You were rapidly understanding the spell that he had everyone under.

To say that you weren’t the least bit curious about Saturday night would be a lie. You most definitely were interested to see where it would go. Was he going to pick you up, walk into the party with you on his arm, and then ditch you for someone better? Or was he just going to parade you around like a prize? Maybe he was going to try to charm your pants off to get a nice lay out of it.

Whatever the case, you were morbidly curious as to where the night would go.

You were frantically searching through your closet, trying to find something suitable. You paused, crossing your arms over the towel that you had wrapped around your body. It was almost seven and you were determined to make an impression. Since this was likely the one and only party you were ever going to, you wanted to make sure people knew who you were.                                                 ________________

 Your mother, on the other hand, was ecstatic that you were finally branching out in your group of friends. She couldn’t be happier that you were going to a party, much less with a boy.

Grumbling under your breath, you decided to dig int the back of the closet, where you knew you had hidden away a few…interesting…clothing choices. Somehow, Cindy had managed to convince you to buy them. She was trying to get you to embrace your ‘dark’ side. And you silently thanked her for all those times she dragged you along when she went shopping.

You grinned to yourself as you found the neatly folded clothes. Once you were dressed, you focused on your hair and make-up. Smokey shadow highlighted your e/c eyes, accentuated by the thick and sharp angle of your eyeliner. You swept your hair to one side of your head, pinning and spraying like your life depended on it. By the time you were done, you were rather impressed with the way you looked.

And you finished just in time, because as you were walking down the stairs, the doorbell rang.

“I got it!” you shouted, getting to the door before either of your parents.

“Have fun, Y/N!”

 “Thanks, mom!” you replied, shrugging the leather jacket on.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself and opened the door, putting on your best smile.

Billy’s hands were in the pockets of his denim jacket and he chewed on the inside of his cheek while examining his surroundings. When he looked back at you, his smile faltered slightly as his eyes raked over your body. 

“Da**, Y/N.” he said, his eyes widened slightly. “You look hot.”

The corner of your mouth turned up in a half smile as you stepped outside, making him take a step backwards out of your way.

“What’s the matter, Hargrove? Afraid you won’t be able to handle me?” you teased, closing the door and walking to his car. He stayed behind a moment, mesmerized by the sway of your hips as you walked.

“Those pants really hug you’re a**, Y/N. I don’t know if I want you wearing them…” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course you don’t. You want them on your bedroom floor.” You weren’t dumb. You knew what he wanted out of this little excursion. And you were going to call him out on it every single chance you got.

His jaw clenched as he appeared beside you, opening the passenger door. His knuckles were white as he gripped the top of the door, making you arch an eyebrow. “Every guy in there is going to be staring at you.”

“So?” you quipped. “It’s not like you won’t be checking out all the other girls there.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Babe, you’re the only one that’s going to have my attention tonight.”

A slight blush tinged your cheeks as he closed the door, making his way over to his side of the car. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. 

The ride was mostly spent in silence, the roar of the engine like music to your ears. The quiet was occasionally broken by you trying to make small talk, but Billy didn’t appear to be having any of it. You frowned slightly, noticing the way his jaw clenched and how tight he gripped the wheel. But you shook it off, deciding to try and have fun.

When you got to the party, you were surprised to find that it was at Steve’s house. “Harrington’s?” you asked, looking at Billy in confusion. “I thought you two didn’t get along?”

He shrugged. “He takes care of Max.”

So that was it. Billy was gaining a little bit of respect for Steve, who had shown he was capable of protecting something other than himself. He was willing to lay his life down for the kids, and you had almost witnessed him doing just that.

“Fair enough.” you conceded.

He surprised you once again by opening your door and holding out his hand. You glanced up at him before taking it in your own, allowing him to pull you out of the car. Immediately, his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you against his side.

You had to admit that the feel of his strong arm draped around your body was something that you could get used to, something you rather enjoyed.

Everyone stopped to stare at the pair of you as you walked into the party. Whispers started and you knew exactly what they were saying. But you took a deep breath and put on a brave face, your painted lips curving up into a smile.

You could feel all eyes on you, taking in your appearance. Your black and torn jeans hugged your legs, sticking to them almost like a second skin. Your red shirt stretched across your breasts and dipped teasingly low. And the icing on the cake was the studded leather jacket that fell over your shoulders. Everyone looked to the man you were attached to, raising their eyebrows and talking amongst themselves. And you were surprised to find that your arm had somehow found its way around Billy, your fingers toying with the pocket of his jacket. 

He grinned down at you. “Come on, babe. Enjoy the party.”

And to your surprise, you did just that. For the most part, at least. You found yourself thrown into a group of girls with a drink in your hand to calm your nerves. They were taking a very sudden interest in you and you had to hold back several eye rolls.

They were so shallow. None of them had even set eyes on you before. Yet here they were, acting like they were your best friends because of who you were there with. 

When you managed to pull away from them, you were surrounded by offers to dance, until you eventually found Steve. He was in the kitchen, mixing a few drinks. Presumably for him and his friends. But when he looked up and saw the pleading expression on your face, he chuckled and hugged you.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, Y/N.” 

“I didn’t expect to be here,” you admitted, refraining from hugging your waist. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable, and you had no idea where Billy had disappeared to. The keg, probably. After all, he had to keep his title as Keg King. And you weren’t going to stand in the way of that. Stand in the way of him driving, maybe.

Steve chuckled. “I saw you come in with Billy. You two a thing now?”

You adamantly shook your head. “No, this was just a stupid bet.”

He grinned. “Let me guess…you lost?”

“Not one of my finer moments.” you admitted.

“Come on.” he said, handing you another drink and leading you back out among the throng of teenagers. You agreed and followed him, trusting that he wouldn’t throw you to the wolves. And he didn’t. He led you to a small group of his friends, a mix of both girls and boys. You knew the majority of them and smiled politely as Steve began a conversation with Jack.

“You’re Y/N, right?” one of the girls asked. 

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s me.”

She grinned. “I’m Sandy. Steve talks about you a lot.”

Another blush began to spread across your cheeks as you chugged the rest of your drink. “He’s not too bad himself.”

She laughed. “You’ve got a point. You here by yourself?”

“No,” you said, glancing around and trying to find Billy. He was helping himself to the dance floor with Tommy and you rolled your eyes. “I’m with him.” You jerked a thumb in his direction. 

Sandy looked over your shoulder. “Tommy?”

“God no,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m with Billy.”

Her eyebrows rose in slight surprise. “Nice land, girl. But you’ve got a point, I don’t see what anyone sees in Tommy.”

You let out a laugh. You liked her.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’re you doing here all alone?”

You groaned. Great. Something you were trying to avoid. You turned on your heel, looking the guy up and down. Steve was deep in conversation, so there wasn’t going to be any help from him. “I’m not alone, if you hadn’t noticed,” you quipped. “I’m enjoying a conversation with my friend.”

Sandy crossed her arms behind you, silently letting you know that she had your back.

He rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you come have some fun with me? It’ll be more entertaining than her,”

You glared. “I’m having all the fun I need, thank you.”

“Come on, babe, don’t be like that.” he said, reaching for you. His clammy hand wrapped around your arm and he tried to drag you forwards. 

“Let me go!” you hissed, trying to jerk out of his grasp.

“She told you no, man! Back off!” Sandy agreed, stepping to your defense.

“You women are all the same. When a real man comes along, you want to go back to whatever trash you’re banging and call it good.”

When he still hadn’t released you after that, you sent your hand flying towards his face. He grunted when you made contact, his grip on you slackening.

“You little-”

He lunged forward and grabbed you, shoving you backwards and making you hit the wall. You yelped in surprise and pain, your head spinning from the hard hit. His lips attached themselves to your neck and you tried to wriggle free, letting out a grunt and lifting your knee to his groin. 

“Get off her!” 

You heard Steve yell and suddenly the boy was jerked away from you. Another voice joined Steve’s and you were still trying to clear your vision. Steve held the guy away from you while Billy stormed up, sending his fist flying into the other boy’s face, knocking him clean out. His rage satiated for the moment, he turned to you, eyes softening.

“You alright, doll?” he asked, stepping towards you. You nodded wordlessly and he grabbed your hand. “Let’s go.” he said quietly. You followed him, sending an apologetic glance to Steve as Billy led you out of the house and to his car.

When you were away from prying eyes, he put his hand on your cheek, examining you for any damage. “Did he hurt you?”

You let out a quiet groan, lifting your hand to feel the back of your head. Thankfully there wasn’t any blood, but it sure hurt like he**. “Knocked my head around pretty good,” you muttered.

His jaw set and his mouth fell into a thin line. “Did he touch you?”

You closed your eyes and took a breath of the cool air, letting it flood your senses. “He tried.” you admitted. 

There were a lot of things you didn’t know about Billy, and one of those things was that he despised men like that. He loved sex, there was no doubt about it. But he would never lay a hand on a woman without her permission. He would never force her into anything she didn’t want. And if he ever saw it happening, he would beat the man to a bloody pulp himself.

“I’ll take you home, Y/N.” he said, running a hand through his hair.

Before you could respond, you leaned over and emptied the contents of your stomach on the ground, the results of the tequila and vodka making your head spin. You had lost count of how many shots you took, and when the guy had approached you, you were nursing a rum and coke. You weren’t usually one for drinking, and Billy could obviously tell that.

He sighed and rubbed your back as you leaned over again. He glanced back at the house, still considering going back in to finish the guy off.

“Leave him, Billy.” you managed to choke out.

His attention was immediately drawn back to you. “What?”

“He’s not worth it…”

He raised an eyebrow before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. It amazed him, really. Even in a drunken stupor, you were still thinking about other people. That was originally what had drawn his attention to you in the first place. You never put yourself first, and he noticed.

You weren’t as shallow as all the other girls in Hawkins, and that made him curious. He wanted to get to know you, but he knew that you didn’t want anything to do with him. But that just made him want you all the more. 

“He tried to hurt you, Y/N. You can’t tell me that doesn’t matter.”

You shrugged. “Everyone, including me, is drunk, Billy.” you said. “It’s not worth you getting in trouble over. If I know Steve’s parties, the cops are going to show up any minute. And you don’t need to be in the middle of that.”

“Wow, doll. I didn’t know you cared.”

You shrugged, standing up straight and wiping your mouth on the sleeve of your jacket. You knew you were going to have to clean that later, but at this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of there.

He chuckled. “All you had to do was say so, babe.”

You groaned and scrubbed a hand down your face. “Did I say that out loud?”

He laughed. “Yeah. You did.”                                                  ________________

The next morning you woke with a groan, your head trying to kill you. It felt like it was going to explode. You tried to bury your face in your pillow, but all you succeeded in doing was making it harder to breathe. You huffed and rolled over, smacking into something.

You groaned again, not in the mood for whatever games Cindy was trying to play.

Then your eyes fully opened, and you came face to face with a chest. Your eyes trailed up the length of a chiseled chest and a thick neck, scanning over the scruff that was accumulating on his jaw, to the peaceful look on his face, to his closed eyes.

A sense of calm flooded your senses for a moment, and you almost drifted back to sleep. Then panic took over. Where were you? And why were you in bed with Billy Hargrove?

You took a deep breath, not wanting to wake him up. You knew he drank way more than you did last night, and if your hangover was anything compared to his, he was going to need all the sleep he could get.

Logic began to seep in, and you quickly took stock of the situation. You were happy to find that you were still dressed. Mostly, at least. You were wearing a shirt that wasn’t yours and your boy shorts. Your eyes wandered over to Billy, who stirred quietly before settling in beside you again. His arm draped across your stomach after a moment and he tried to pull you closer.

It looked like he still at least had boxers on, to which you were eternally grateful for. You knew you were drunk, but you didn’t think you were that drunk. You didn’t know if you were ever going to be that drunk.

You let out a quiet sigh and allowed him to scoot you closer. Your e/c eyes roamed his face, noticing how peaceful he looked. You never realized before how much rage filled this man. He was constantly at war, whether it be with others around him or himself. He was never relaxed, even when he was with those he called his friends. Something stirred inside you as you watched him, wondering how often people got to see him like this; relaxed, peaceful, and almost happy. 

You gingerly raised your hand and traced his jawline with a featherlight touch.

 Maybe there’s more to him than I thought…

His eyelids fluttered under your touch and he let out a contented and muffled sigh, nuzzling his face closer to your neck.

“Morning, doll.”

You felt a rush of embarrassment and withdrew your hand, red lighting up your face. Knowing you needed to say something, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “I’m sorry…were you sleeping?”

He snorted out a laugh, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “To be honest? No.”

You rolled your eyes. “Way to ruin the moment, Billy.” you teased.

He pressed his lips to your neck and sighed. “We were having a moment, were we?”

“Maybe.”

His voice was low and husky, still dripping the grogginess of sleep. And it sent your heart into your throat. “Billy?”

“Hmm?” He hummed against your skin, continuing to pepper gentle kisses across your neck.

“Why did you stand up for me last night? Aren’t I just like any of the other girls you hang around with?”

After a split second, he drew away from you and you missed his presence. Instead, he hovered over you, bracing his weight on his right arm, which rested beside your head. His fingers threaded into your h/c locks and his thumb stroked your cheek gently.

“Y/N, you are nothing like other girls.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yet here I am, in your bed.”

He let a frown flicker across his features before they softened once again. “You know we didn’t do anything, right? You didn’t want to go home last night. So we went to the park. And I brought you back here because you didn’t think you could face your parents.” 

Your eyes flicked down to his chest, not wanting to look him straight in the eyes anymore. You didn’t remember that. 

“I would never take advantage of anyone like that, Y/N. You didn’t want to be alone. I was going to sleep on the couch, but you asked me to stay.”

The honesty in his tone was evident, which was what made you look back up at him. “Thank you…” you whispered softly.

He grinned at you. “You’re welcome.” 

You weren’t sure what it was that made you do it, but you leaned forwards and pressed your lips softly against his. He was surprised by the action and didn’t respond immediately, but when you tried to pull away, he wouldn’t let you. 

Your lips moved easily together, and you got lost in his touch. You knew this was wrong. You were supposed to hate him. He wasn’t a part of your plans, in any way. Yet here you were, allowing yourself to get lost in him. It was so wrong. But it felt so right. 

His tongue flicked across your bottom lip, tentatively asking permission. And with a quiet sigh, you opened your mouth for him. Your hands buried themselves in his hair, gently tugging as you arched your back. He groaned quietly and caught your bottom lip in his teeth as you pulled away. 

He began making his was down your throat, gently biting and sucking as he went. Your hands explored the skin that was exposed to you, running across his shoulders and memorizing the planes of his body. What snapped you to your senses was when his fingers toyed with the hem of the shirt you were wearing.

“Billy,” you groaned, hooking a toned leg over his hips to draw him closer.

He moved back to your lips, pressing another kiss there. “Don’t get shy on me now, baby doll.” he said.

You pulled away and looked up at him, a question in your eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be disappointed in what you see…”

He looked at you, eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. What would ever give you the idea you weren’t?”

“It’s a long story…” you admitted. “For now, let’s be happy with what we have.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. It was slow, sweet, and full of passion. You had expected him to be rough and demanding, but he knew what he was doing. He was taking his time with you, not willing to waste a moment. But he settled back down beside you, gathering you in his arms. “Always.”

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Treat You Better (Tommy x Nikki; Tommy x Vince)

Title: Treat You Better

Summary: Nikki has had feelings for Tommy ever since he met him. The only problem is, Vince has too, and he’s known Tommy longer. What are they supposed to do when the man of their dreams is oblivious to both of them?

Warnings: Masturbation, language, clueless Tommy

AN: So, this little thing just wouldn’t leave me alone. Let me know what you guys think?

“What are you doing?” Mick asked, walking up to the table where Nikki and Vince were sitting, staring at each other like it was a heated contest.

“Nothing,” The both snarled at the same time. Mick looked between the two of them.

“Oh for the love of fuck,” Mick sighed. “You two need to calm down.”

“We’re not doing anything. Honest.” Nikki told him, but Mick shook his head.

“You two were checking out Tommy at the same time again, weren’t you?” Mick asked. Nikki and Vince slowly looked at the guitarist, who was obviously so done with them both. “I’m not blind you idiots.”

“So Mick can see that but Tommy can’t?” Vince asked. “God, he’s lucky he’s cute.”

“Maybe if you guys weren’t being all passive aggressive about it and actually talked to him, he would know what you guys are doing,” Mick sighed. “I never thought in a million years I would be coaching my bandmates on how to ask out another bandmate.”

“You think he’d actually want to go out with one of us?” Nikki asked, looking Mick in the eye.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try,” Mick shrugged.

“Hey Nikki, look over there,” Vince told him, pointing behind Nikki. Nikki turned to look and Vince took off running in Tommy’s direction. Nikki quickly realized what was going on.

“You fucker!” Nikki called after Vince. He took off after him, but Vince had gotten to Tommy first. He leaned against the wall by where Tommy was at his drums, fixing the head on one.

“Hey T-bone,” Vince said, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah Vinnie?” Tommy asked, getting ready to tune the drum he had busted the head on.

“There’s this party tonight,” Vince told him. “I think those dudes from Ratt are throwing it. And I just thought that maybe you’d like to go.” He licked his lips as he watched Tommy work. The kid might not be graceful when it came to walking, but he sure knew his way around the drum kit.

“The whole band going?” Tommy asked. Vince shook his head.

“Nah. I just thought you and me could go. It could be fun,” Vince looked up to see Nikki standing there, fuming. “Hell, you could even crash at my place tonight so you don’t have to worry about trying to get home. It won’t be too far.” Mick looked over at Nikki as his mouth hung open.

“Dude, that sounds awesome!” Tommy looked up at Vince and smiled, his dyed black hair framing his face. Vince had dreamed of his fingers in that hair quite a few times. Well, that wasn’t the only thing he had dreamed of.

“We’ll head out after the show tonight,” Vince smiled. He played with Tommy’s hair for a moment and Nikki saw red when Tommy made a small, happy noise. Tommy looked up at Nikki and frowned when he saw the look on his face.

“You okay Nik?” Tommy asked.

“Fine.” Nikki snapped, turning on his heel and walking out. Tommy looked at Mick, who just shrugged before looking up at Vince.

“Did I do something?” Tommy asked.

“Nah. Sixx is just PMSing,” Vince laughed. “He’ll be fine.”

“Oh, okay,” Tommy nodded. “Well, I gotta finish this up and then I’m ready for tonight.” Vince smiled at him.

“You and me both T-bone,” He laughed.

****

Nikki avoided Tommy and Vince as much as he could outside of the gig. It hurt him to see Tommy so upset, but the thought of him going out with Vince made him so mad that he couldn’t even look at either of them.

“Hey, it’s okay man,” Nikki heard Vince tell Tommy as he rubbed his back. “Nikki’s just jealous we’re gonna have fun without him.”

“Why don’t we invite him?” Tommy asked.

“Eh, I thought that we could just hang out, you and me,” Vince told him. “We always have Nikki hanging out with us. I thought this would give us some time to just...chill.”

“Oh, well okay!” Tommy smiled brightly. Nikki slammed down the bottle he was drinking from, making Tommy jump.

“Nik? You okay?” He asked, turning back to look at him.

 “Fine,” Nikki snapped at the drummer, hating the pain that went across the younger man’s face. “Let’s just go play.”

“Oh, okay…” Tommy hung his head and went to grab his drumsticks.

“Way to go Nikki,” Vince grumbled.

“This isn’t my fault,” He hissed at Vince. Vince just gave him a smirk before following Tommy to put on the final touches to get ready. Nikki turned to look at Mick.

“If you’re gonna kill blondie, give me a heads up,” Mick told him. “I gotta get bail money together and I need to find the best place to hide a body.”

“Thanks Mick,” Nikki grumbled. The four men headed out to play their concert to their screaming fans, Nikki plastering a smile on his face, even though he really just wanted to kill Vince Neil.

****

Nikki headed back to his apartment after the set. He had stopped on the way home to grab himself a fresh bottle of Jack. He had already been drinking it, so by the time he got home, it was half gone. He headed into his apartment and tossed his things on the couch. He normally would’ve gone out, but tonight, he just wanted to be alone so he could sulk.

All because of Vince Neil. Vince fucking Neil with his proxide hair. How dare he ask Tommy out on a date? He knew how Nikki felt about him, but he still went out and did it anyway. Nikki wouldn’t be surprised if Vince did it out of spite. Nikki stripped out of his jacket and shirt as he made his way to the turntable. He flipped through the stack of 45’s that Tommy had gotten him a few months ago. He picked one out and put it on to play.

The sound of Cheap Trick’s “I Want You to Want Me” was playing from the speakers as Nikki made his way to his couch. He listened to the song playing as he started thinking about Tommy. How much fun they had together. How he loved it when he could make the drummer smile. How cute he was when he was smiling, talking about his drums. How good it felt when he would press himself up against Nikki. How good he smelled when he got out of the shower. How he…

Nikki’s mind was gone, and his body started to take over. Natural instincts that he relied on ever since he was a teenager, looking at cute boys and girls at school. He unbuttoned his tight jeans and worked them down his thick thighs. Licking his lips he looked over to his bed and decided. If he was going to do this, he was going to get comfortable. Kicking off his pants he crawled onto his bed and took in a deep breath. Closing his eyes he let his mind wander He could just imagine it.

He remembered the first time he met Tommy, young shy and innocent. Rambling like an idiot about the show he had seen that Nikki was in. Nikki had focused on his soft yet kissable looking lips. Nikki began tracing his hands along his own chest. He could imagine Tommy’s fingers being the ones to send shivers down his spine. He could see it. Tommy hovering over him as his fingers pulled at the elastic of his waistband. Tommy’s lips, kissing his forehead, cheeks, eyelids. He imagined the young drummer teasing him with kisses purposefully avoiding Nikki’s lips.

Nikki let out a strangled moan as he imagined Tommy kissing him down his neck, down his chest and stopping just at his hip bone. Tommy’s fingers inching his boxers down his thighs and to his knees. His cock standing at full attention right in front of the drummers face.  

“Well ,” he could imagine Tommy say, “looks like I came to the right party.”

In reality, NIkki wrapped his own fingers around his now erect cock. The precum dripping down from the thought of his fantasy. He began pumping, slowly at first. But as he continued to fantasize about Tommy, his pace quickened. The thought of Tommy’s mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down to the base, almost choking, made him hiss in pleasure. He could imagine Tommy swirling his tongue along the vein sending shivers down his whole body. 

“Fuck Tommy,” he whispered, “mouth feels so good.” 

Faster and faster he pumped imagining that it was Tommy’s head bobbing up and down taking him deep. He could imagine the tip reaching the back of the young drummers throat. Nikki pumped furiously as his hips bucked trying to chase his release thinking of the dark hairs, doe eyed, young man who haunted his dreams. He let out a strangled cry as his cock twitched in his hand and he came all over his chest and stomach. His chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took. His heart pounding in his chest.    

“Fuck,” Nikki breathed.

He could only imagine if Vince was getting the real thing tonight or not.

****

“Morning dudes!” Tommy announced as he made his way into the studio  the next morning with Vince not far behind him. Nikki looked up, expecting to see a shit eating grin from the frontman, saying he had scored and he wanted to rub Nikki’s face in it.

But instead, he just looked hungover and annoyed.

“You two have fun last night?” Mick asked so Nikki wouldn’t have to. Because he knew the bassist wanted to know, but he wasn’t going to ask.

“Yeah man! It was awesome!” Tommy told him, flopping on the couch by Nikki. “They had good tunes, and good beer! And I’m so glad that Vinnie let me crash on his couch because I don’t think I would’ve made it home.” Nikki’s head popped up from where he had been staring at the hole in his pants.

“You rode the couch?” Nikki asked.

“Yeah dude. Where else would I have slept?” Tommy asked. Nikki looked over at Vince, he was scowling. Blue balls were a bitch. Nikki would know.   

“Wanna do something with me tonight?” Nikki asked before his brain caught up with him. Vince narrowed his eyes at the bassist. “Since Vince hogged you last night and shit.”

“Sweet dude. That sounds fun,” Tommy smiled. “Party?”

“Eh, maybe a movie?” Nikki suggested.

“Yeah!” Tommy’s smile widened more. “Dude! Can we go see WarGames?” Nikki chuckled.

“Yeah Tommy, we can go see WarGames,” Nikki smiled at the drummer. “Now let’s get some tracks recorded.” Tommy and Mick made their way to the recording area. Nikki went to go, but Vince grabbed his arm, stopping him from going.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vince asked, eyeing the bassist.

“Just going out with my friend,” Nikki said innocently. “Just like you did last night.”

“Yeah, well, your couch better be the only thing he’s riding!” Vince called after Nikki as he headed towards Mick and Tommy.

****

“Wanna get some dinner first?” Nikki asked as him and Tommy headed towards the theater. “Or movie first?”

“We could get the movie,” Tommy told him. “I love popcorn. I’ll get us the big one and we can share if you want.”

“I got this man,” Nikki told him. “Maybe you could score something out of the claw machine. I heard you have skills.”

“Oh I do dude!” Tommy smiled. They headed to the theater, where Nikki bought the tickets. Tommy went to the arcade area while Nikki got some concessions. Nikki got their food and headed to the arcade to get Tommy, and couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched Tommy, deep in concentration, trying to get a bear out of the machine. There were kids gathered around, watching Tommy. He had his tongue partly sticking out of his mouth. His hair was pushed back out of his face. It was the most beautiful sight Nikki had ever seen.

Nikki was pulled to reality by all the kids cheering and Tommy holding the bear up triumphantly.

“Look Nikki! I got it!” Tommy laughed. He looked over and handed the bear to a little girl. “Here you go little dude.”

“Thank you!” She squealed, hugging it. Tommy made his way over to Nikki and took one of the drinks and the popcorn from him.

“That was awfully nice of you,” Nikki commented. Tommy shrugged.

“What’s the point of these gifts if I use them for evil instead of good,” Tommy smiled at Nikki as they headed towards their seats.

As they watched the movie, their hands brushed a few times as they ate the popcorn. At one point, Nikki got brave and did the yawn and stretch, wrapping his arm around Tommy. And he swore that Tommy leaned into it, but he was too nervous to look at the drummer to see if he really was.

Soon, the movie was over and Nikki and Tommy headed to a fast food joint for burgers and fries. Nikki kept watching Tommy, how excited he was getting over talking about his drums. He wondered if he was this happy when he had been hanging out with Vince. He hoped he wasn’t, as mean as that sounded.

“Well, I better head home,” Tommy told him. “Tonight was fun. Thanks for taking me to the movie man.”

“No problem,” Nikki licked his lips. Fuck, he wanted to kiss him so bad.

“See you tomorrow!” Tommy started to head in the direction of his place, a short walk from where they were at.

“T-Bone, wait,” Nikki called after him. Tommy turned to look at Nikki. “You wanna crash at my place?”

“Nah man, it’s cool. I’m not too far,” He smiled at Nikki before heading home, leaving the bassist standing there.

********

“Well, you look happy,” Vince commented when Nikki finally showed up for practice. Tommy was in the other room, screwing around on the drums, and Mick and Vince had been going over some things.

“Shut up,” Nikki growled.

“Wow, you’re bitchy,” Vince almost wanted to laugh. “I’m taking it your night didn’t end the way you thought it would?” Neither Vince nor Nikki noticed Mick motioning for Tommy to come join them.

“He’s so...oblivious!” Nikki groaned. “What do I have to do? Scream I like Tommy Lee from the rooftops?”

“You what?” Tommy asked. Nikki looked up, staring at Tommy.

“I, uh…” Nikki stuttered.

“Those two idiots have crushes on you,” Mick explained. “Vince asked you out to a party, and Nikki asked you out on a movie date.”

“Wait, those were dates?” Tommy asked. “I just...I thought you wanted to hang out or something.”

“We did,” Vince told him. “But, like in a dating way…”

“Oh!” Tommy looked from Vince to Nikki. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you guys were trying to date me?”

“We thought it was obvious,” Nikki pointed out. Tommy rubbed the back of his neck.

“I really don’t know what to say guys,” Tommy finally said after a minute. “Except, I’ve kinda been crushing on one of you guys too.”

“Wait, really?” Vince asked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Uh, I thought we were all just being friends,” Tommy told him. “And I didn’t want to jeopardise that or the band…”

“It’s Vince, isn’t it?” Nikki asked. Vince’s face lit up and he smiled at Tommy, only for the small to fall when Tommy shook his head.

“Not exactly,” Tommy told him. “I do really like you Vince, but more as the brother I never had.”

“Oh,” Vince nodded. “Well, that’s cool, I guess.” Tommy took a step towards Nikki.

“I’ve been crushing on you,” Tommy admitted. Nikki stood up and before anyone knew it, he was kissing the drummer deeply. Tommy closed his eyes and leaned into it. Vince and Mick looked at each other.

“Okay, okay, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” Mick chuckled. “Are we gonna make music or what?”

“Yeah,” Nikki smiled as he pulled away from Tommy. “Let’s get a move on so I can take you on a proper date tonight.” Tommy’s cheeks turned red and he headed back to his drums to finish what he was doing. Mick went to get his guitar, and Vince stopped Nikki.

“You do anything to hurt him, and you have to answer to me,” Vince snapped at Nikki. Nikki glanced into the other room and smiled when  Tommy looked up at him and smiled.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Nikki told him, before heading into the room where Tommy and Mick were waiting, Vince following in last.

Nikki might have ended up getting Tommy in the end, but Vince was going to watch him like a hawk, waiting for a screw up.

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Can you do a blurb with Tom where the reader is in the army and just came home after about a year and she hasn't had an orgasm since before she left and it leads to smut?

You walk up to the house you and Tom share, duffel bag in hand. You’d spent the last eight months in Kosovo; you couldn’t wait to see him and how surprised he’d be.

Tom is expecting you to come home, but not for another week. Your assignment had ended early, so you decided to come home and surprise him. You’d be home for three weeks, then a short security detail in San Francisco and then you could finally retire.

Nervously, you knock on the door; you hear the welcomingly familiar sound of Tessa’s paws hitting the tile floor. Tom’s heavier footsteps are soon to follow.

“Wonder who’s here, eh, Tess? Not expecting anyone, I...” the door swings open slowly.

“Surprise!” you exclaim.

Tom’s eyes go wide and his jaw nearly hits the ground. “(y/n)? he whispers. “Is it really you?”

You laugh. “Assignment ended a week early, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

Tom grins, making no move to wipe away the tear that’s escaped his eye. “Oh, my God. You’re home, I can’t believe it, you’re really home!” He throws his arms around you, squeezing as tightly as he can. “Oh, my God, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, baby. But I’m home now, I’m home now.” You’re crying too, at this point. “Three weeks, I’m home for three weeks. Then I have to go to San Francisco for a few days but then I’ll be retired and I’ll be home forever.”

“It was such a long eight months without you, love.” Tom leads you into the house; you bend down to pet Tessa and let her lick your face. “I kept busy with the movie, all the press and the reshoots but... but I missed you.”

“I know you did, baby.” You cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his in a long but tender kiss. “Hey, um, can you kennel Tessa for a little bit?”

Tom chuckles. “You want the welcome-home sex, don’t you?”

“Tom, I lived in a tent with six other women. I didn’t even have a moment to myself, let alone a chance to masturbate. I haven’t had an orgasm in almost nine months and I need you.”

“Tessa!” Tom exclaims. “Tessa, let’s go to bed, huh?”

Tessa’s ears droop slightly as Tom hastily leads her to her kennel. 

“Now,” he says, scooping you up, “let’s take care of that, shall we?”

Tom carries you into the bedroom, setting you down carefully; you quickly strip off your uniform as he takes off his own clothes.

“Damn,” Tom breathes, running a hand over your stomach. “You worked out a lot over there.”

“They dropped us in the middle of the Eastern European countryside, there’s not a lot else to do over there.” 

“God, I missed you.”  Without warning, Tom grabs you around the waist, kissing you deeply; without breaking the kiss he walks you over to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you fall backwards onto the bed. Tom stands up for a moment to let you get on the bed all the way, then hovers over you once again.

“Oh, my God,” you moan. “I missed this bed. I missed this house. I missed you.”

“I know, darling. That means we don’t have to do much in the way of foreplay, huh?”

“Fuck, Tommy, no.”

Wordlessly, Tom grasps one of your hands in each of his as he thrusts into you. Not having had sex in eight months has made you super horny, super wet. 

You moan loudly as he pushes into you. “Darling,” he breathes, “you’re still so tight for me, you feel wonderful.”

“I missed this the most,” you say, clasping his hands a little more tightly. “I missed getting to feel you, missed getting to fuck you. I- oh, God.”

Tom keeps a steady pace with his thrusts, bending down occasionally to kiss your neck, your collarbone, the swell between your breasts. He finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks gently on it; the sensation causes you to buck your hips wildly with pleasure.

“Oh, Tom, that feel so good, don’t stop.”

“M’not planning on it, darling.”  

You’re savoring the feeling of this moment - being reunited with the man you adore, making love to him in your own bed. The thought of this moment was the thing that got you through those eight lonely months while you were deployed. And now, you’re living it... and it’s better than you could have dreamed.

You can feel the distantly familiar fire pooling in your lower abdomen. “Oh, fuck, Tommy. I’m so close, I’m close.”

Tom lets go of one of your hands, reaching down to stroke you gently. “Let it all out for me, darling.”

You clench your fingers around the hand he’s still holding as you reach your peak, loudly moaning his name. Tom’s orgasm isn’t far behind yours; with a loud groan he spills into you. He’s still pulsing slightly as he collapses onto your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

“Welcome home, Soldier,” he says cheekily, rolling off of you.

“You’re an idiot,” you giggle. “But I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you too, darling. So, now that you’re home, what’d you want to do?”

You grin at him. “I want to just lay right here,” you say. “In my own bed, with the man I love more than anything in the world, and do absolutely nothing.”

Tom laughs as he kisses your cheek. “I think I can arrange that, my love.”

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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 10

10. go hard or go home

Chapter Summary: motley crue’s first gig is a resounding success. apart from the bar brawl, of course.

Warnings: drinking, vaguely nsfw, mentions of blood and injury, just a bunch of absolute dumbass decisions to begin with

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It's like she can't turn a corner without seeing a flyer or four plastered all over phone poles and walls all along The Strip. She knows Nikki and Tommy spent an entire day going around, putting them up, and so she curbs the impulse she gets to tear them all down. Not because she's trying to sabotage them, it's just an idle impulse she gets whenever she sees one of the posters dogeared in the wind, as if begging to be ripped down.

"Is the staple gun ours?" Lola asks, picking up one of the flyers that had still yet to be put up. One of Mick's friends had taken the photo for them a few weeks beforehand, not long after the band had formed. When she gets no response from her housemate, who she's pretty sure is in the bathroom, tossing the flier and letting it flutter to the ground, she calls the question again, and picks up the staple gun itself.

"Tommy said it was his dad's," Nikki calls back from the bedroom instead, and when he finally walks into the living room, Lola's frowning at the staple gun.

"How much would I have to pay you to let me staple you?"

"Nothing, if you let me staple you," Nikki answers without missing a beat, his eyes a little glazed over and unfocused, and that's good enough for Lola, who troops over to him like a woman on a mission.

"Tommy needs to get out of his parent's house," Lola mutters, resting the staple gun gently against Nikki's upper arm, firing before he could respond. Though he tries to stay stoic, Lola can see him wince, before she turns the device over.

"We have a spare room, would be far more convenient for band practice- hold still I wanna try something." Nikki muses for a moment, sweeping Lola's hair over to once side. Before she can protest, he's frowning deep in concentration, one hand holding her upper arm steady, the staple gun pressed to the shell of her ear, careful to avoid her piercings-

"What the fuck?!" As soon as the gun goes off, she wrenches herself from his grip, tears pricking her eyes as her hand went to feel her now searing ear, "you stapled my ear to my fucking head?" Nikki looks like he can't quite believe he'd managed it, wearing a surprised grin in the face of Lola's fury. Snatching the staple gun from his hands, she shoves and crowds him backwards until he's stumbling onto the sofa.

"I didn't think you'd feel it," Nikki admits, letting himself get shoved around as Lola sat herself in his lap and turned his head to the side.

"Does it look like Vince and his blow have shown up? No? Well it takes a lot more than what I've taken so far to not feel a staple go through cartilage," she all but growls, repeating the process that he'd inflicted upon her. He hisses, clutching at his own ear, grimacing. She lets his face go and puts the staple gun back on the table, but doesn't get off his lap.

"Fuckin' hurts, doesn't it?" She mutters, much gentler this time when she takes his arm and yanks out the first staple. Nikki's still got one hand to his ear, watching as Lola fumbles and winces as she awkwardly pulls the staple from her own ear.

Vince and Tommy see fit to barge in only a few moments later, while Lola's telling Nikki to hold still, trying to pull the staple out of his ear, while Nikki's marvelling at her bloody ear, and how the staple managed to go all the way through.

"Are we interrupting?" Vince asks, eyebrows raised, half smirking, but after a beat of stunned silence, Lola yanks out the staple and Nikki swears under his breath, holding his ear again as she holds the tiny piece of metal triumphantly above herself.

"Can you pass me the box of tissues?" Lola asks the two dumbfounded boys by the door, nodding at the kitchen counter. Tommy complies easily, eager to be doing something, and Vince flops into the armchair, watching with interest as Nikki keeps trying to move her ear so he can see where the staple went through on the other side.

"Fuck off, that hurts," Lola slaps his hand away for the third time, and feels Tommy nudge the tissue box into her back. Finally climbing off of Nikki, she takes the tissues with a gentle thanks and sits next to him on the sofa, cleaning up the thin trail of blood that had been slowly making it's way down her jaw.

"How does that hurt? You've got a thousand piercings," Nikki crows, snatching a few tissues of his own to clean up his arm and ear, while Vince and Tommy still seemed at a loss.

"And every one of them hurt! I didn't lose feeling in my damn ear-"

"Did you staple your ears?" Tommy finally asks, his expression playing jump-rope between awed and horrified; Nikki and Lola share a look, and it's as if a whole unspoken conversation goes down between them in only moments, both glaring at each other

"I just wanted to see if I could pierce her ear with the staple gun," Nikki admits with surprising, and foolish honesty.

"That's what you were- you stapled my ear to my head!" Lola fires back, almost disbelieving, standing abruptly, patting down her pockets, with one hand, holding the tissues to her head with the other, "I need a fucking smoke." Nikki offers her one from a packet in his pocket, and she thanks him quietly; making it obvious that neither was actually that mad at the other, that things like this were a strangely regular occurrence.

She's runs into Mick on her way out, catching Vince's question of 'Do you guys ever think before you do things?' but not Nikki's answer. She can't help but smirk as she makes her way down the stairs and heads into town.

When it finally comes time to give them their five minute call for their first gig the following night, Lola's the only one who's seen the crowd. She'd been the last one out there, running leads and making sure everything was plugged into where it was supposed to, left to her work by the boys who all went to get prepped in the green room before most of the crowd had arrived.

"So you think anyone's gonna be out there tonight?" Vince asks, sitting back beside the mirror Nikki was teasing his hair in.

"We put up enough fliers, I hope so," Nikki muses, watching his own reflection in the mirror before flicking to Lola standing in the doorway, poised to knock. "Everything set up okay?" Nikki asks, and Lola's expression turns from hesitant to wry.

"You're lucky I like you guys, I usually charge thirty bucks for a job this good," she smirks, before telling them that they're due to start in five minutes. After a moment, she lets herself take in all their attire; sure she'd seen sketches, seen pieces laying around the apartment, seen Nikki trying on his costume, but never with all the hair and makeup; never with all of them together like this.

"You guys look-" she's searching for an adjective, some way to describe them that encapsulates exactly how she feels, how much she's enjoying the aesthetics of it all and how kick ass they're gonna look on stage, but it's hard. Nikki raises an eyebrow at her in the reflection of the mirror, Vince is drinking from the bottle of Jack Daniels, Mick's just watching her curiously, and Tommy's spinning his drumstick, wearing both a mesh glove, and a fingerless leather glove on the same hand, grinning wide enough to split his face, so excited to just be here, "perfect. Fucking perfect." It comes out far more honest than she intends it to. She can feel the blush creeping up the back of her neck as she drags her traitorous, endeared gaze from Tommy's sunny smile. Her grin turns to something wry, something proud, "you look exactly like Motley Crue should."

And for the barest moment, she catches Nikki's gaze in the reflection of the mirror, and there's genuine affection in his eyes, behind his smirk.

"Hell yeah we do;" and he turns to the rest of the band, standing and grabbing the bottle of Jack from Vince, "you guys ready to kick some ass?" Later, about fifteen minutes from now, Lola will look back on this statement and laugh her fucking head off.

They're not nervous when they walk on stage, at least, not visibly. Nikki's in boots that come up to his thighs, that make Lola think unholy thoughts, and also feel like an idiot for thinking those things; dressed the way he's dressed, the mesh, the leather, the shiny red boots, and hairspray, he's prettier than she is. They all are. She's a little proud.

The crowd seems unconvinced; the guy at the bar next to Lola actually scoffs and she shoots him a dirty look. When Tommy accidentally knocks over one of his cymbals, the asshole next to her laughs, and she snaps at him to be quiet. It takes her a beat to consider, but she realises she's actually nervous for them; she had been too young to care about London, or Sister, but Motley Crue was Nikki's brain child, and for his sake, she knew it needed to go well.

For the barest moment, the mouth of the asshole beside her hangs like he wants to retaliate, but then he takes in the sight of her, spikes and metal and leather, and the way she's filled with barely contained nervous energy of her own, and he thinks better of it, lip curling in a sneer, but he stays quiet.

But it still all goes to shit.

The crowd's jeering and booing despite the solid instrumentals the band was already pumping out, and someone in the crowd asks 'who's the chick singer'. Nikki looks tense, looks angry, but not nearly as fed up as Vince, who leans past the mic to tell the dude in the audience 'fuck you'. Lola's gritting her teeth, holding her gin and tonic so tight she's sure the glass is close to cracking. The guy in the crowd spits on Vince's pants - white leather too, Lola knows they're probably expensive - and the rest is a blur of violence and outrage.

Nikki's wielding his bass like a fucking axe, Vince gets decked almost the moment he leaves the stage, and Tommy's positively beaming as he full on leaps into the fray. Lola downs her drink with the determined resignation of someone with twice her life experience, catching the moment someone heads for Mick and he kicks them away with the same annoyance as someone swatting a fly. Her now empty glass gets thrown at the guy who's spat at Vince, and she lands one solid punch on one of his friends before bouncers start dragging people out of the way. Nikki's already shrugging the security off, clambering back on stage, but Lola turns to see Tommy pinning a guy, hitting him hard. There's security advancing on him, but Lola's closer, wrapping her arms around his middle, dragging his skinny ass off the dude from the audience.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Tommy demands, thrashing about, excited and furious in equal measure; "fuck you!" Lola cops an elbow to the face but just drags him to the stage, grip on him tight enough to be painful. "Fuck you, dude!" He shouts at the dude he's been hitting as he's escorted out, and Lola shoves him to the stage.

"Just play the fucking drums," she demands, basically snarling at him with a split and bloody lip, and it's then that they all seem to notice how quiet the club's gotten. "I need a fucking drink." Lola disappears into the crowd, and it's as if the world is holding it's breath, waiting for whatever comes next after all that had just gone down.

What that is is a cheer, a scream of 'fuck yeah! Motley Crue!' of applause and of excitement; of the crowd seeing the band earn their stripes within the first minutes of their first performance. When Lola takes her drink, back by the bar, it's with a self satisfied smile. The crowd goes wild for them, screams and cheers, and the band are all beaming, even Mick is wearing a pleased little smile, which she's pretty sure is as close as he'll get to a grin.

She's heard them rehearse what feels like a hundred times, but they've never sounded like this, so electric, so alive; it's in the air, the drinks, the thud of the bass drum as it reverberates in her chest. She's in the mosh, dancing with guys and girls and grinning wide enough to split her face as she watches the band, her boys, radiating pride as they play.

Starry Eyes has her feeling ways she can't quite describe; Vince's words are doing things to the girls in at the front of the crowd that probably shouldn't be allowed in public, but Lola's dancing with her eyes closed, grinning like she's got a secret, like she he could sing the song to a million screaming girls and she'd still know it wasn't written for them.

They finish with Live Wire and Lola almost pulls something in her neck with the way she's thrashing with the rest of the crowd, but she can't bring herself to care.

"Holy shit did you see that?!" Tommy and Nikki both practically tackle her the minute they come off stage, a few different people are offering the band drinks, Vince is held up with a swarm of pretty groupies, though quite a few are making attempts to get to Nikki and Tommy, and Mick has headed for the bar.

"Did I see that?! Dude it was fucking radical! You killed it! You absolutely killed it!" Lola gushed, and she extracts herself to hug them both individually; Tommy bites her cheek out of excitement, and Nikki spins her around. By the time they're at the bar, Lola's gushing with praise, sounding like every other groupie, but so so different, because she's Lola and she knows what good music sounds like in this day and age.

By the bar, Lola collects and drink and steps out of the way, lets the boys bask in the praise of the countless nameless girls. Finding herself by Mick, she grows quiet, gives a genuine smile in response to his surprisingly self-satisfied one, claps him on the shoulder.

"You guys fuckin' rocked," she told him, and he gives her a surprisingly kind pet on the back.

"Don't sound so surprised," he shook his head, and Lola actually has to laugh at that, "you throw a mean punch, girlie, and you handled the drummer well." She doesn't even make an innuendo from his phrasing, just preens a little, grinning sharp and proud.

"Well then I guess we're both more than just a pretty face, ain't that right, you geezer; I saw you kick that asshole out of the way like it was nothing," she nudges him in the ribs and he snorts out a laugh, rolling his eyes, though Lola's almost finished her drink, and heads back through the crowd. Once she's finally gotten the bartender's attention, a pair of arms wraps around her waist, and she hears Vince's voice in her ear before she sees him.

"Were we fucking good or what?" He's delighted, ecstatic, his heart beating hard against his ribs from adrenaline and already smelling like six different cheap perfumes. He presses a rough kiss to her cheek, and Lola turns, smirking, lets herself be pressed against the bar.

"Hey, we match," her hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his own split lip, though it had stopped bleeding well into the gig, as had hers. Vince gives her a genuine smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, pulling back as if waiting for her reaction. "Won't your adoring fans get mad?" She teased, her nails a sharp, shiny black contrast to his lightly tanned skin where she holds his jaw, his forehead resting against hers.

"Fuck 'em."

"I'm sure you will," Lola's grin gets wider, amused, almost fond, an expression mirrored by Vince before he's kissing her against the bar, pressed against her with her arms around his neck, too hopped up on adrenaline and excitement of her own to care if any of the rest of the band saw.

The last she'd seen of Tommy he was rather preoccupied with a redhead who was missing a shirt, and Nikki had been pulled into the bathroom by a girl with dark lipstick and a dreamy smile. A few fan, guys with long hair and tattoos, girls in shorts and bright shirts, tried to get Vince's attention, but he's got his hand beneath Lola's sheer, black top, and he doesn't seem to want to pay anyone else much attention.

Pulling back suddenly, Lola pushes him back, much to his surprise, and sits herself on the bar, cupping her hands around her mouth like a megaphone.

"Hey! Hey, oi! Kick-ons at my place! 'round the corner from the Whiskey!"

The announcement is greeted with a whoop of success, and a very confused Nikki, who's zipping up his fly. And still wearing those fucking boots.

"What's happening, we moving everyone on already?" When Nikki approaches her, he's frowning, trailed by the girl from earlier, who's now very obviously taken off her lipstick, though her smile's just a little dreamy still, and she's following him a little like a lovesick puppy. Lola pays her no mind.

"You make sure everyone gets to the apartment, I'll pack up here; we can leave the gear in the car overnight so it's safe," and he trusts her to take care of his equipment, so he's back to beaming, on board with the plan.

"We did it; we fuckin' did it, Lo," he grins sharply, grabbing her hair possibly a little harder than necessary and pulling her in for a spontaneous, elated kiss. Lola squeaks, but seems to enjoy it, practically melting under the touch, kissing him back without hesitation.

"You did it, dude," she laughs as he pulls away.

"You coming, man?" Nikki asks Vince, finally turning his attention to the blonde singer, not even noticing his proximity to Lola, his fingers tucked in her belt loop. Or if he did notice, he didn't seem to care.

"I'll be there in a few, gotta make sure my mic's packed properly," he grinned easily, and Nikki snorted, but let it go. The girl behind Nikki looks confused, a little hurt and bewildered, but then he's grabbing her hand and leading her from the bar, calling for the crowd to follow him, and she perked right up again; the Starwood where they'd been playing was a few blocks from the Whiskey, an easy walk.

Lola watches him leave, and feels as Vince threads his fingers through her hair, giving an experimental tug, watching the way Lola's posture relaxed, a low, heady laugh escaping her as she turned to him, looking a little guilty, a little flushed, as if she'd been caught out.

"I do have to do my job," Lola says gently, stepping herself into Vince's space. He's a little in awe; he's never seen her so suddenly switch to something so soft and needy; she keeps looking at his lips like she wants to kiss him, but like she's holding back.

"Can it wait ten minutes?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and pulling her hair again, just a little harder this time. Nodding, quick and insistent, like a switch has been flipped and she's kissing him, desperate and hungry, pressing herself against him; Vince is pretty sure he's never seen her like this, and definitely sure he enjoys it, especially when the takes his hand, lacing their fingers, pulling back from him with a breathless grin.

"Bathroom?" At her suggestion, he casts a cheeky, appraising glance at the bartop, and Lola actually blushes. "Bathroom." She insists, and she leads the way, crashing past Tommy and his redhead just as they were about to make their way in for their own moment of fun.

"Lol- Vince?" Tommy squawked, eyes wide, surprise written all over his face. Lola's grinning like the Cheshire cat as she blocks the entrance to the bathroom once she and Vince are inside. Tommy seems exasperated, but not surprised.

"Occupied." Lola wears a sharp grin before Vince pulls her in and slams the door shut, pressing her against it. They both hear Tommy groan and swear in defeat, but neither can seem to bring themselves to care.

[tommyquackson]

unrighteousness | t. holland | part 7

Not My Gif

summary: a perfect angel isn’t as perfect as she’s lead to believe, and there’s no other angel who knows more about imperfection than the one who fell

warnings: SMUT! mentions of violence, the stark family :)))

note: this has a MINOR endgame spoiler...so be careful i guess? also we have a 2 more parts :(( enjoy tho!!!

As days turned into weeks, you became the official unofficial Queen of Hell. You helped carry out decisions when Tom was busy, you hosted small parties, you’d even been in charge of a few small meetings with Sam and Harry and the captains of the army. Your favorite part however, were the weekly village visits you made. The people loved and adored you as if you’d been there forever, bowing and curtsying as you walk past and greet the townspeople. You loved walking on the black pavement in your heels and dress, buying small trinkets at the market. You mostly helped the people prepare for the war, feeling guilty it was your fault. You built underground shelters where families would be safe, helped grow and harvest extra food to stock pile, and helped charm people’s homes for protection and health.

“Queen Y/n! I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow?” A 12 year old girl named Morgan called at you, her family ran the farm with all the animals the small town relied on.

“I was getting bored sitting in that castle waiting on Tom to finish his work, so I decided to come down for an extra visit.” You scoop her on your back and carry her towards the farm house her and her large family lived in. 4 other children came running out of the front door to greet you.

“Good morning Mr Stark, Mrs Potts. How is everything today?”

“Oh Your Highness, please. Tony and Pepper” Tony speaks smiling at you as you set Morgan down.

“Then please, y/n.” You smile as Pepper hands you a water. “How can I help? Is the animal shelter coming along well?” I ask ruffling Howard’s, their oldest sons hair.

“It’s almost done, should be done by tomorrow afternoon. You don’t need to do anything, you’ve already done more than we can ask for.” Tony speaks sincerely at you.

“I know, I just- Hell is going to be under attack and it’s all because of me. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to anyone down here.” You look at the floor.

“I want to fight in the war! I could kick some angel a-“

“Howard Stark, I would think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next.” Pepper gives him a look only mother’s can give.

“I was gonna say wings, mama.” He speaks lowering his voice.

“As long as I’m here, you won’t even have to worry about those Angels. No child will fight an adults war. But, I could use your enthusiasm at our Ball next week, will you come, and escort me?” You ask the boy. He agrees quickly begging his parents.

“Are you sure?-“

“Nonsense, Tony. You can bring the whole family and they’ll be out of your hair for the night. Our workers are having a separate area for all the children. The whole town is invited.” You say.

“We’ll be there y/n. Thank you” Pepper says touching your hand.

“Now, I’d better go help Morgan and Nat with the horses and cattle.” You stand and kiss both parents on the cheek before walking out the the fields where the 2 girls are play fighting.

“Now shall we milk the cows or tend to the horses first?” You say scooping Nat up into the air. You all agree cows first and walk to milk them, talking to the girls about any and everything.

“So, have you and King Tom kissed yet?” Nat asks making kissing noises. Your face turns red.

“Yes, we have.” Your face gets very warm.

“Are you in love? Is it true love?” Morgan squeals jumping up and down, you nod to the cow she’s supposed to be milking giving her a “get back to work” look.

“I don’t know, Love isn’t always simple. Me and Tom aren’t like your mother and father, we have some weird circumstances but we do care for each other, i just think it’s better if we focus on the safety of Hell” I say filling the bucket with the sweet drink.

You continue your whole day with the Starks. Doing chores until it’s dark.

“Thank you both for dinner, I better get home before Tom throws himself off the balcony from going insane without me.” You kiss each child’s head and hug the adults.

“Of course, our home is yours as well. Have a great night y/n. Thank you for your help today.” They see you off, watching you walk back towards the castle.

As you walk through the main doors, you’re greeted by Haz.

“Oh thank satan” He sigh heavily at the sight of you.

“I was ready to punch Tom in his face with how much he was telling us he missed you. Please never leave that poor demon again.” He laughs, offering you his arm so he can walk you to Tom presumably. “How was your day though?” Haz asks, looking down at you. Harrison is truly becoming a good friend to you, always there to tease Tom and joke with you.

“Good, I did lots of chores. So, very exciting” You smile a small skip in your step.

“Did you know, you’re the only person, nevertheless a royal, who likes chores?” He laughs at you.

“I never had to do anything in Heaven, I stayed on my knees all day and then went to bed, it’s intriguing.” You laugh and elbow Haz. As you get closer to the throne room, you can hear Toms voice.

“Don’t be an idiot! Needing a competent person is not missing them, just cause y/n can do all of your jobs better. It’s simple stuff!” He groans, you can hear the desperation on his voice. Haz opens the door and gestures for you to enter. When you walk in, you see Tom facing a few demons, lecturing them on how to do who knows what.

“Won’t you cut them some slack Tom, no need to be antsy just because I went into town” I say interrupting his small speech. He whips around at my voice grinning like a mad man. He runs and presses me into a forceful kiss, heavy breathing and hands in hair. He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine.

“I missed you” He whispers.

“I’ve heard, how much work do you have to do?” You ask curling the ends of his hair around your fingers.

“Im dismissed, you lot can figure this out quickly and then head home. Goodnight everyone.” Tom shouts out to everyone in the throne room. He looks back at you and picks you up bridal style, walking you through the halls until you get to his room.

As soon as his bedroom door is shut he pulls you into a kiss.

“Tom, goodness, you haven’t even asked about my day.” You giggle as he moves to kissing your neck, surprising you.

“How was your day, angel?” He asks kissing your cheek and jaw.

“Lovely, thank you. I would ask about yours but I think I have a clue.” You say grabbing his head to make him look at you. He pulls his lips to a pout and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“What’s gotten into you Tom?” You ask quietly.

He lets out a heavy sigh and pulls you to his bed, laying down with you on his chest.

“I missed you darling. Everyday i find my self getting closer to you. I miss you any moment that I cannot see you and i’ve never felt this way.” He speaks kissing your head and rubbing up and down your arms.

“Tom, ha-have you ever been in love?” You ask looking up at him.

“Only you, angel” He grins widely.

“You love me?” You whisper in amazement. Your heart begin beating faster and your wings rustled behind you.

“I do, I don’t know where your heads at, but I love you y/n.” He pulls you up as he sits against his headboard.

“I love you too Tom, more than anything in the world” You speak confidently. He grins and pulls you into a kiss. You grab his shoulders to keep yourself supported. The world seemed to disappear around you, the only thing you could feel was Tom. You felt his large hands on your jaw and bottom of your back, pulling you as close as physically possible. You felt his lips pushing against yours and the small vibrations of him groaning. You could feel his muscles under his shirt as you gripped his shoulders. You could feel his hips pressing against yours, moving with each deep breath you both took. You push your hips closer to him, causing him to buck his hips up.

You pull away and gasp, friction against your core shocking you. You’d never felt it in your life, a sin that was forbidden for you. It was so wrong and unacceptable, the higher angels would tell you it never felt good and your heart would shatter at the forsaking of God. If it was supposed to hurt, why did this feel so good. Why did it excite you? You’d never thought about another person in the way you feel about Tom, lust. A deadly sin, but now you were more than happy to die for this cause.

“Tommy, I wanna do it.” You speak as he kisses up and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there.

“Do what angel?” His hands moved from your back to your thighs, gripping and rubbing slowly.

“Sex. I want to have sex, with you” You breathe out, your whole body heats up but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed. Tom looks at you and smirks, his face only looked like trouble but you wanted it, wanted all of it.

“Yea? Want me to fuck you?”

You gasp at his words, and the shiver that they sent down your spine. Your core felt almost uncomfortable, you needed him to do something, anything to relieve the pressure.

“Answer me angel.” He pinches your thigh making you jump.

“Yes Tom, I want you.” You practically moan out at him. He groans and pulls you back for a deep kiss. He pulls away and quickly takes off his shirt. He helps you out of your working shirt, leaving you in just a bra and your shorts. He kisses lower on your neck and collarbone, whispering how flawless you are. His hands go right back to your hips, but now he slowly moves them against his. You gasp and sigh again, the continued friction finally releasing the pressure you had.

“Wanna take off your shorts” He mumbles. You sit back and pull them off and throw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes. You look back at Tom and see him staring at you. You look down and cross your arms lightly. He lightly smiles and pulls your arms away.

“Can you take yours off?” You whisper at him. He smirks and slowly pulls them down his legs, watching you watch him.

“You’re so gorgeous baby, gonna make you feel so good.” He pulls you down so he’s over you. “Can I touch you angel?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod your head quickly and immediately put your hands in his hair, wrapping your fingers in his fluffy curls. He leans on one arm and allows one of his hands to trail from your face to your chest. His thumb rubs over your bra, making you push your chest up at him.

“My responsive little angel.” He kisses you before fully grabbing your boob, kissing the top. You whimper at the feeling and allow yourself to immerse yourself in the pleasure Tom is giving you. It’s almost magical how good he makes you feel. He moves down a little then kisses right above your belly button and lets his hand sneak down further, over your underwear. Your hips jump and you moan out at his slow circles he’s making.

“You’ve soaked through your panties princess,” He groans out, his head falling on your stomach. His hand slips into your underwear, and runs through your folds. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, your breathe is struggling to leave your lungs and your body heat is hotter than the air outside.

“Gonna slip a finger in okay?” He moves up and kisses your cheek, and slips one of his finger inside of you, causing you both to groan loudly together. His finger slowly pumps in and out easily. “So fucking wet”, you moan and your stomach flutters and jumps at every movement you feel. Your brain clouds over, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

“more please” you manage to stutter out inbetween moans. Tom slips another finger in, stretching you out a bit more. He watches you as you close your eyes while he picks up the pace. Your head falls back but your hips move in time with his hand. Your lower stomach begins to turn and coil as his hand moves faster and faster, your thighs begin to quake and your moans get louder. Tom curls his fingers and hits a spot on your walls that makes you nearly scream. The only sound your able to make is his name, over and over, sounding just like the prayers you’d heard humans make day after day. Without warning, your stomach snaps and your mind goes blank, you only feel pure euphoria. You feel your juices gush onto Toms fingers. He slows his hand down to a stop.

You tried to ask Tom what that was but aren’t able to form the question.

“Yea angel, you came for me. Your first orgasam. Took it like a champ. Such a good girl.” His voice is raspy and his eyes are bright red. His chest heaves as he moves back up your body. He pulls your bra off and then your underwear, leaving you completely naked. His briefs are incredibly tight, showing you the outline of him. Your eyes widen at the size.

“S’okay angel, gonna make you feel better than you ever have. gonna take real good care of you” His accent is stronger than you’d ever heard it before. He pulls his underwear down and his cock bounces up against his stomach.

“You ready baby?” He asks kissing your nose and cheek. You nod quickly and bite your lip. Tom grabs himself and rubs his tip across your core, spreading all your wetness around. He slowly presses the tip against your opening, stretching wider than his fingers. You spread your thighs as wide as possible to give him more space. Once just the end is in he groans and lays his head down in your neck, one of your hands grabs his bicep while the other grin the back of his neck.

“So fucking tight” He mumbles, making heat rush straight through you. He continues to slowly push into you, moaning right into your ear. Once he’s almost fully in he stops and just sits there. You take deep breathes trying to adjust to the sensation of him sitting in you. You accidentally clench causing him to moan loudly.

“Fuck angel, you do that again and I just might blow” He rasps, finding one of your hands to hold.

“Tommy, please” You whine, lightly moving your hips, fully adjusted to the feeling.

“Please what?” He presses his forehead to yours.

“Fuck me” You whisper against his lips. His hips snap at your words, making your moan out.

“You’re gonna kill me sweetheart” He begins moving his hips slowly, your heart falls and rises with each thrust he delivers to you.

“Gonna make love to you first, show you this pussy is mine” He speaks between each thrust.

“Oh god” You groan as he begins thrusting faster.

“No god down here, angel. Just a devil” He gives you his signature smirk and pounds into you, one hand gripping your hip. Your legs wrap tight around his waist.

“Fucking love you, everything about you. So pretty, so kind, so strong.” He mutters compliments in your ear as you get closer again.

“Tommy, please getting close” You screw your eyes shut and he rubs your jaw.

“Yea? Gonna come on my cock angel? Lemme see you baby, wanna watch you fall apart.” Your moans get louder and louder as his thrusts get harder and harder.

“I’m so close Tom!” You nearly shout. He angles his hips and hits the same spot as before, turning your moans to screams.

“Open your eyes, look at me baby” He grips your jaw a little tighter. You open your eyes and as soon as you meet his eyes, you fall apart, body trembling and screaming his name repeatedly. If you thought your first orgasam was near magical, this one was ground-shattering. He groans and yells your name as he finishes, warmth filling you up. You both hold each other tight as you come down. You whimpering and legs shaking, Tom breathing heavily.

Tom slips out of you and flops to beside you and pulls you close. You both allow your heartbeats to regulate and beat together.

“You’re officially unholy, angel” He smirks kissing your temple.

“What an oxymoron.” You giggle.

“I love you” He speaks rubbing your arm.

“I love you too” You happily sigh.

“Come on, lets go take a bath” He smiles, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom.

You bathe together and slip back into bed. You fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits a pillow. Tom watches as you sleep, breathe slow and deep. Your face squished against his pillows yet so relaxed. Your nightgown is slipping off your shoulder and he can’t help but smile. You were his little angel, he had no idea he could ever love someone so much. He wanted to marry you, start a family and rule his kingdom with you right by his side. He hates God for putting you through all of that bullshit. You were nothing but kind and loving, your demon side just making you brave and daring. You were far from evil, yet they ripped your wing off just like they did to him. He’s nervous but ready for the war. He has no idea when the angels will come kicking on Hells gates but he’s ready to tear them limb for limb and watch them burn. He’d been having his demons and witches working double hard to hide Hell from them, but he know as soon as he dropped the charms and magic, they’d come flooding in. He watches your wings flutter as you dreamed. He stared at them in awe. He loves your wings, how the flapped a bit when you were excited, how they shuttered when you were coming under him. He just loved you, everything about you. Mostly he loved how much you loved him back. He was sure you were the love his life, his soulmate. He’d kill anyone who dared to hurt you, or even looked at you funny. He found himself falling asleep, pulling you closer into him.

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Stranger Places (a stranger things tale) chapter five: Therapy

Description: Everything changes when Dustin finds his mother’s lifeless body, but he is quickly reminded that he still has family when his older sister comes home. Though she is not the company he wants, can he learn to live with her? Can she readjust to life in Hawkins?

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Jackie was dead silent the entire car ride. It was a trait both her and Dustin shared; when they were upset about something, they would refuse to talk or listen to anything anyone had to say. Steve felt anxious from the energy being created. He knew he probably should stay quiet and mind his own business, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

“So,” he began. “Wanna talk about it?”

“We don’t need to discuss how Carol, Nicole, and Beverly are airheads,” She said, without missing a beat. He let out an awkward chuckle. “Why’d you let them get to you then?”

“It wasn’t just that,” Jackie replied. Without taking his eyes completely off the road, he glanced over at her. She hadn’t moved or switched her position since they got into the car; her arms still crossed, the same curl caressing her cheek, and her eyes locked on the ever changing scenery as they passed through town. “So what else hap-”

“Listen, Steve,” she said finally turning her head to look at him. “I get what you’re doing and I appreciate it, but I’m really not in the mood to talk about it.”

He began to say something else, but decided it wasn’t worth really saying. If she wanted to sit in silence, he’d just have to deal with it.

When they did arrive to the Henderson house, Jackie sat there for a second. Her eyes fell onto the numbers above the garage door. They were rusted and the number two was crooked; the same ones from when they first moved in. Another thing her dad always promised he would fix, but never did. She hated that she was allowing him to even slip into her brain, because he had no place in her life, not even in her thoughts.

“Jackie,” Steve broke her from her trance. “I do have to get back to school.”

“Yeah,” she said, remembering he was skipping.

“Thanks” She told him, unbuckling her seat belt.

“Jackie?” he stopped her, before she could get out. She looked at him with tired eyes. He better make this one quick he told himself. “Give it some time. Things will get better and people will change.”

She rolled her eyes and smirked. “People don’t change, Harrington. At least, not in this town.” She opened the car door and hopped out, closing it behind her. Jackie sped walk to the front door. She fished around for the spare key in the giant pot on the porch, since she forgot hers in her locker with her coat, and let herself in.

Dustin sat in the guidance office directly across from his designated counselor, Mrs. Gonzales; who sat there patiently with a smile on her face and hands folded together on top of her desk. Dustin smiled back at her nervously. He notices the Newton’s cradle sitting on her desk and reaches for it.

“Oh, please don’t touch that,” she tells him, reaching out her hand to stop him.

“Why have it on your desk then?” he asked her. Mrs.Gonzales smiled, as if to see his point. “Dustin how are you feeling?”

He looked at her like he couldn’t tell if she was being serious. “Okay,” he said, dragging out the a and y.

“Dustin,” she began. “You’ve just been through a tragedy. Its okay to not feel okay.”

His eyes darted from one side to the room to the other. “Okay,” he repeated the same way. She was being serious.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“Not really,” he said. Anything he did want to say, he didn’t want to discuss with her.

She closed her eyes and smiled. “That’s okay, you don’t have to say anything to me now. But I would like to start seeing you once a week, every Monday, at this time.”

Dustin slumped back into his chair. Another reason to hate Mondays. Mrs. Gonzales scribbled down a hall pass for him before dismissing him. Dustin started the destination back to class, but came to a hault mid-stride. He looked over to his right into the windows of the library. He backtracked to the entrance, searching for an empty table to make himself comfortable at. Dustin unzipped his back pack and pulled out the book Mr. Clarke had given him. He flipped pass the first few header pages and started at chapter one.

“So you’re interested in learning about energy and its correlation with the afterlife? Let me start off by telling you this book is not a guide on how to resurrect yourself or a step by step how to bring back a deceased loved one from the grave (I recommend studying witchcraft if you’re truly interested). It is simply my theory of how the energy our bodies produce and use while we are alive is recycled after we die, and how we could possibly use this said energy to our advantage while we are still kicking and screaming.”

Mr. Clarke knew exactly how to get Dustin’s attention. He was only a paragraph in and already intrigued. He continued.

“First of all, lets define what energy is. Energy (symbol: E) is the property of matter, usually created by the vibration of molecules interacting with one another, that propels an object. Energy can be created physically or chemically, but can not be destroyed. So what does that mean for us? Our energy is both physical and chemical. We can create it from sleeping, eating, exercising, etc. However, besides just allowing us to move, think, and talk which is incredible in itself, energy can allow us to do so much more than what we are already aware of; such as telekinesis, telepathy, teleportation, even time travel. But, we’ll get more in depth with that in chapter seven.”

“Cool,” Dustin said, continuing to paddle his way through the voyage of knowledge.

Steve made it back to campus just in time for practice. He changed into his Hawkins High t-shirt and gym shorts and got out on the court, stretching his arms and legs out before practice actually began.

“So, did you here orphan Annie’s alive?” he heard one of his teammates say.

“Yeah, wild right? She’s actually sorta cute now too,” another one chimed in. Steve rolled his eyes. Jackie was probably getting this all day. No wonder she wanted to leave.

“Is she that sexy little curly haired brunette I’ve been eyeing all day?” Steve clenched his jaw. Billy knew exactly how to get under his skin, even when he wasn’t trying.

“Don’t waste your time on her, Billy,” Tommy told him. “She was sick back in middle school; had to be moved to a special hospital for it. Don’t wanna catch something from her.”

“She had cancer, you idiot,” Peter, one of their teammates corrected him. “You can’t catch cancer.”

“Still,” Tommy continued. “She’s not normal. She’s a crazy one.”

Billy smirked. “Well, good thing I like ‘em crazy.”

“Fat chance.”

“How much you wanna bet I can get in her pants before the end of this month?” Billy egged on.

“I bet fifty bucks you won’t,” Peter told him.

“Same,” Tommy said.

“You’re on,” Billy told them with a ghoulish grin. “Get ready to lose your allowances, boys.”

Steve’s hand clenched up into a fist. Jackie didn’t deserve this type of ridicule, or to already be preyed on by Hargrove. But before he could act on his emotions, coach blew his whistle.

“Stop gossiping boys. You can do that at your sleepover when you all are painting eachother’s nails and watching pretty in pink. Thomas, off my court.”

Peter came over and gave Steve a light slap on the back. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied and join the rest of the team to do drills.

Jackie sat on the couch staring at the clock. She thought she wanted to be alone. She really didn’t like the silence though, leaving her to get tangled in a web of her own thoughts. She sighed, getting up to look for a spare coat around the house. When she didn’t find one in her own closet, she went to Dustin’s, where she found an oversize wool sweater. This should do the trick, she thought as she pulled it over her head. She grabbed a scarf and hat as well, knowing very well Dustin never wore it if he was willing to leave it behind.

Jackie locked the front door behind her, placing the spare key back where it belonged. She needed to find a way to blow off steam. She knew the exact activity to help her do just that too and hopped on a bus into town. Plugging herself into her walkman, she avoided any possible human interaction with anyone else riding the bus. Thankfully, the trip wasn’t long and she was off within fifteen minutes, heading to the towns training center.

When she entered the gym, Jackie walked straight up to the counter, pretending not to notice that she was the only female there and all the men were staring at her. She rang the bell and a man peaked his head from behind his newspaper. He was big, rugged and intimidating, but Jackie didn’t even flinch at him.

“Are you lost?” He asked her in his deep voice.

“I want to sign up for your kick boxing classes,” she told the man, who raised a brow at her. A few of the men let out a few chuckles her way that she brushed off with ease.

“Sorry, but no.”

“Why not?” she insisted.

“I don’t have someone who could train you.”

“Then you train me,” she retaliated with.

He folded up his paper, setting it to the side. “What makes you think I want to train you.”

“Because,” she began, glancing around the room. Apparently she was the center of entertainment. They were really gonna love this one then. “Because I’m better than any guy you have here.”

There were a few whoops from the men in the gym.

“Little girl, this is a professional gym,” he explained to her, as if she was blind and didn’t know where she was.

“And I’m a professional,” she replied back

“Why don’t you sign up for the cheer squad?” he asked her, patronizingly.

“Because I don’t break nails, I break bones.”

He smiled at her and let out a slight chuckle underneath his breath. “You really want to train that bad? Fine, glove up. Lets see what you’re made of, big shot.”

She smiled and quickly headed over to get sized up for gloves. The young man behind the second counter, who didn’t look too much younger than her smiled. “What size?” he asked.

“twelve ounce.”

He seemed impressed by that alone that she knew her own sizing. He shrugged and handed them to her. “Knock ‘em dead.”

She giggled, braiding her curls. He was the first person not from her past that was actually pleasant towards her. “Thanks.”

Jackie made her way to the ring, where the man from the counter was waiting. He looked at her and let out a big exhale.

“Ready?” she asked him.

He rolled his eyes and put up his guards. “Okay, give me a left, then a right straight.”

Boom! Pow! She knocked her gloves into the padded guards.

“Good,” he praised her. “Now give me a right hook and a left uppercut.”

Pow! Pow! Again, she punched into the guards, making gun-pop like sounds. The man looked at her with amazement. She was disappointed that he found this impressive.

“Come on,” she egged him. “You’ve got anything more challenging? Give me some combos!”

He laughed. “Alright, kid. Throw a 1-2-1-1, then a 1-6-3-2 combo.”

She did them with ease. This went on for the next fifteen minutes. Him throwing combos at her left and right, more difficult as they went on, and her doing them with no hesitation. She could feel herself disappearing, forgetting all about the day and letting her frustration out on the activity at hand.

“Okay, lets stop,” he told her. Jackie frowned. “no,” she said breathless. “Why?”

He laughed. “Because my hands are beaten up and tired,” he said honestly. He threw her a towel. “Come on, kid. Lets go get you a water. You deserve it.”

She smiled, following close behind him with the whole gym in awe of her.

“What’s your name?” he asked, tossing her a water bottle.

“Jackie,” she told him.

“Nice to meet you, Jack. Brodie,” he told her, extending out a hand that she took graciously. “Where’d you learn all that, Jack?”

“Someone told me that it was good for a girl to know a form of self defense,” she began. “I thought it would be better to know how to throw a good punch.”

Brodie chuckled. “Well, you definitely know how to do that.” Jackie smiled, taking a swig from her water. “You’re right. I don’t think any of these pansies here can hold a candle to your lightning.”

She giggled, dabbing her forehead with the towel. “Classes are $30 a pop,” He began but before he could get in another word, her smile disappeared. “I’m sorry Brodie, but I can’t afford that. I have to take care of my kid brother and pay bills. That’s just too expensive for me at the moment,” she apologized, handing back the towel. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

He shook his head at her. “Wait, before you get hot and bothered by the price, I can negotiate with you. I’m not that much of an unreasonable man,” he said with a smile. “how to does $30 a month sound? instead of a class?”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” she said in awe.

“I’m not asking, I’m offering. I want you to train at my gym. You’re good kid, and you know it. Which means you’re not afraid to give it all you got. You just need someone to do the fine tweakin’.”

She smiled, “Thanks, Brodie.”

He ruffled her hair like he did with his boys after a good training sesh. “Be here nine am, saturday, in appropriate attire this time. Not like you’re going to chop wood.”

She giggled. She did look ridiculous in her outfit from school in a hot gym. Brodie disappeared into the back room, and Jackie went to return the gloves she had borrowed. The young man who helped her before gave her a small applause. “You didn’t just knock ‘em dead. You murdered them.”

She laughed, “I guess I took your advice a little too seriously.”

He extended his hand out, “Corey.”

“Jackie,” she introduced herself. “Do you train here too?”

He laughed. “As if. I just work here. I think my dad thinks it’ll make me less gay,” he told her.

“He sounds like a prick,” she mumbled.

He laughed again. “Well, he seemed to take quite the liking to you.”

Her eyes widened as she cursed herself.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think he heard you from back there.”

“Brodie’s your dad?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “He’s a bit of a hard ass, but the man really does have a heart of gold.”

She thought it was kinda sweet how Corey described Brodie, and wished she could say the same for her old man.

“Well, anyway,” he began. “I better get back to work before one of these meatheads tell on me.”

She laughed. “Thanks Corey.”

“Later Gator,” he told her as she exited the gym.

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Midnight 'Fun'

( this story goes to the abridged shadatie universe and involves Sonic ocs and grim subjects)

It had been a bad night for DK as she stood in front of the bunker. Was this kid worth her time? He'd been kidnapped 5 times this month and she had to shorten possible clients just to save his ass. The hedgehog sighed rubbing her temples, the teen was costing her money and he's a bit off his walker. However he wasn't her only stop tonight, when she was done with twister she had to confront a group of assholes selling guns on her terf and get AT to pay the three months back tax on Angelic. So might as well have some fun splitting a few heads before doing the hard stuff.

DK took a deep breath throwing her hands out into a gun holding position before materializing two mock A hand pistols fully loaded in her hands. This was her preferred way of handling hostage situations after what with baby girl, blowing their brains out seemed much better than paying a ransom. DK stood still moving her right arm to line up a shot at the door and fired. The shot breaking the lock instantly as she walked over to the now unlocked door. These losers didn't even have a strong lock usually she'd need at least two good shots before the door open. DK smiled as she opened the door, to see three different doors in the bunker. She closed her eyes and started searching the building with her telepathic eagle eyes. She didn't have to move a muscle while scouting out the bunker. The first door lead to a room of loot that held little interest other than a gun or two DK had made. The second door lead to a kitchen that only had food wrappers and a key. While in the the third door held her target. The teen was bound and gaged while his kidnappers where discussing how a woman named Nina would pay for the kid. DK opened her eyes and groaned whoever this 'Nina' was she certainly didn't care about how she got Twister. It pissed DK off to no end, she stood in front of the final door and kicked it down instantly shooting one of the idiots square in the face with out hesitation. The youngest grabbed a gun and pointed it at twister while the other two grabbed their guns and stood up to look at her.

"here's how things are going to go, you jerks are going to let the kid go with out a fight and possibly live or your going to end up like your dead buddy got it. I don't have time for this shit" DK said in her trademark commanding tone as the thugs looked to each other.

"Where's the money we were promised?"the young one said in a rude tone.

"well let me see " DK said pointing her left arm at the thug,"probably at the end of this barrel"

"wait don't shoot Tommy we were just doing this to get some extra cash, we'll lower the price to 50 bucks just don't"the older thug wasn't able to finish his sentence when her watch started ticking .

"sorry times up I got other things to do " DK said in a uncaring tone as she killed both the other thugs and pulled out a card handing it to the young one as he dropped his gun, "looking for some new dealers call me if you're interested"

She picked up twister and carried him to the car, throwing the teen in the back seat as the man in the front rolled down the window.

"take him to Katie I'm late for discussing the missing payments with AT baby cakes"She said softly kissing the driver's cheek. He nodded and kissed her nose before driving off. DK yawned pulling out a small device and typed the client's full name into it before being teleported in front of a bar. DK rolled her eyes as she walked in seeing the person she came to talk to at a table eating fries. AT wasn't an alcoholic but he had a bad binge eating problem, specially when it came to fries. DK could see he'd eaten a few servings before she got there and he'd even ordered her a burger. That wasn't a good sign he was nervous and rightly so being 3 months late on payment for the service they provided for his little sister. They were training her to a much calmer little girl and for the price of 300 a month. DK slowly walked over to the table with out a word pulling out the chair and sitting down.

"so mind explaining why you haven't played the past three months AT" DK said softly as AT swallowed a mouthful of fries. DK waited for his answer as he slid the burger over to her. DK picked up the burger and took a bite as the other hedgehog steadied himself.

"I ... I had put 900 down on some medical bills and I've been short with money because of that" AT said in shy tone as DK took another bite from the burger.

"Wind has been stealing your money to buy shit again hasn't he?"DK said in a bitter tone ," and he doesn't know about the deal we made last time you were late on payments does"

"I didn't tell him"AT said sheepishly rubbing his shoulder,"but he wanted to get stuff for DT's apartment"

"ah.... well since your like family to me AT I'll let you off with a warning and I'm raising the payment to 355 for the next 6 months so I can get back what we lost from you skipping payments"DK said as she took another bite of burger and mumbled,"but you miss any of those payments I'm bringing the paperwork"

"DK please I-" At attempted to say before DK cut him off.

"Would ya rather I just have you sign them now AT ? Angelic has been living under my roof for 6 years and if I have to take care of her without payment she might as well be my daughter and having her be my kid is a lot better than what I do to other people who don't PAY AT"

"she's my baby sister I can't just-"

"abandon her in the arms of people you've known for years? Listen I don't make you pay for what I do for DT and if I did you couldn't afford it but we both know he can't be in a normal care center. However I wasn't the one who sent him away AT, away to be taken care of by strangers. With angelic you know who we are and that we will cherish just as much as you do."

"I know but.... I can't lose angelic like we did DT" AT said grabbing some fries and shoving them in his mouth as DK finished her burger. It was silent for a moment as they sat there in silence.

"He's been taken off some of the heavier meds and I was able to convince Katie to have Eva be his roommate so he's not alone in the apartment" DK said softly as her tone shifted in to a more expressive but quiet tone.

"Has he broken down lately? I haven't been able to visit" AT asked in a concerned but soft tone, he locked eyes with DK as he waited for an answer.

"he has ah been doing okay but you can really tell when his meds wear off" DK said looking away from him for a moment ," he had one of his episodes the other night though. He called me at 3 in the morning sobbing so me and Black have been talking about moving closer to him so he doesn't have to wait for an hour when he needs it"

"Oh... I'll talk to my brothers about visiting more often. It's probably been hard for him to not know how we're doing." At said the hurt clear in his voice ," thank you for coming to our rescue DK I don't think we would have been able to help him without your connections"

"He's family plus you and him saved me back in the day so it's the least I can do"DK said rubbing her temples as AT dug into his bag . He pulled out a pill bottle handing it to her,"what's this?"

"The pain killers Shane uses for his migraines their pretty heavy and he only takes half a pill but I thought they could help with at least your small headaches. I know you take a lot pain killers because of what happened when he messed with your brain to give you your telekinetic abilities and these are the strongest painkillers I know of so I got you some" AT said softly as he stacked the empty tray on top of the other Fry trays he'd eaten through. DK smiled softly reading the hand made label she was pretty sure Storm had made. She remembered the year she spent living with the brothers and how they helped her recover. If she didn't need the money from Angelic's payments for things like Eva and DT's medicine she wouldn't force them to pay. But that was life being cruel and she knew far to well of it's cruelty.

"thanks I got get going turf to reclaim and all but don't forget the anniversary is coming up and I'm going to need at least you and wind to come help hide stuff" DK said as she got up and waved goodbye walking out. She opened the pill bottle popping one in her mouth as her husband drove up and rolled down the window.

"Katie said thank you and that you shouldn't kill people in front of him"he said as she walked over to the window," what's with the missing payments baby doll"

"He was covering for Wind's ass again so I increased the amount for the next few months and I had no other options they had a 14 year old working for them. Did you deal with the guys while I was talking with AT. You got some blood on ya"

"I will tell you when we get home baby. Get in I got you a cup"The panda said before DK got in .

"how many people did you bash my big deadly teddy bear?"DK said grabbing the cup from the holder as black drove towards their home.

"whole gang. It was about 8 people" black said flatly as if it were nothing.

"you could of saved some ass kicking for me you big lug I wanted to have some fun tonight" DK said jokingly as she drunk from the cup.

(twister , AT and DT belong to @bunnyrose )

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The Wonderful Winston - Part 3, Candy Gram

Content Warning: Slurs

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Harris Nguyen is very tired. The bags under his eyes seem to pull his entire face down with them. He has messy, patchy facial hair that just screams “yes, I am indeed a boy turning into a man.” He stands in the gas stop quick-mart candy aisle. He reaches for the Peanut M&Ms, but stops when he hears a noise. He turns and sees a woman pushing a stroller. He looks back at the candy. Peanut M&Ms. He quickly snatches them and stuffs the bag quietly into his hoodie pocket. He then swipes a pack of Twizzlers, slipping them into his jeans. Harris finally takes a package of two Twinkies and puts those in his hoodie pocket, carefully placing them next to the Peanut M&Ms and clasping his hands together in the pocket so to make the act more believable, and stop the plastic rustling noises. He then takes a bag of Hot Cheetos to the counter.

“Two fifty-eight.” The clerk never even bothers looking up at Harris. It’s 2 a.m., after all. Everyone’s just about dead inside. Harris hands over three dollar bills.

“Keep it.” He quickly walks out, and successfully gets past the automatic door. Success. Harris has pulled off yet another Ocean’s Eleven-style heist with efficiency and believability. He’d personally rate this an 8/10.

Harris promised Mr. Winston he would stop stealing. He promised he’d stop doing most of the things he usually does, actually, but stealing was a big one. And Harris wanted to keep the promise, really and truly, but committing was harder than he could have ever expected. It was just so easy, and what, was the gas station going to fold because some kid took six bucks worth of junk food?

Although he did make the promise.

Five months ago, Harris broke Tommy Bautista’s jaw. When Tommy ran to the office and Harris realized he was in deep shit, he went straight to Mr. Winston’s classroom. He didn’t really know why. Maybe it was because Mr. Winston was one of maybe two teachers in his lifetime who didn’t actively hate him.

“You gotta help me out, Mr. Winston.”

“What’s wrong, Harris? You got questions about the test?”

Harris looked at Mr. Winston like he just asked if dogs could fly.

“What? No. I just punched Tommy and it looks like he’s real hurt. I think I really screwed up.”

Mr. Winston closed his laptop.

“Why did you punch him?”

“He called me a faggot! Multiple times!”

“Was there a reason you went straight to violence?”

“Uh, yeah, he called me a faggot. Like, five times.”

“Okay. Here’s what you do. You apologize. Even if you don’t think you have to, do it anyway.”

“Why? I’m not a faggot.”

“Stop saying that. Let me finish. Call me in. I’ll tell them about your improvement in my class, and how I think your behavior is improving as well. And promise them it won’t happen again. Seem sincere and, even better, be sincere. I think they’d take that.”

“Tommy doesn’t have to do shit? That’s fucked, man.”

“Listen. Tommy’s an asshole, but he doesn’t give the teachers and staff trouble. You’re on thin ice, kid. And Tommy can be an asshole before he’s hit with real-world shit that’ll leave him crying, but you still have a chance. I really think you do. But not if you get expelled.”

“Whoa. Are you allowed to say that about students?” “Are you allowed to punch a guy?”

Harris sat down.

“Do what I tell you. I can get you out of this. But only if you promise to give a damn, if not in any other class, at least mine. Okay?”

“Alright. Fine.”

“Good.”

Mr. Winston extended his hand. Harris reluctantly shook it. And lo and behold, Mr. Winston was right. Harris only took a week’s worth of lunch detention, and in return he started showing up to class. It was hard at first; Harris would barely stay awake long enough to catch what Mr. Winston’s opening line of his Great Gatsby lecture was. His eyes would wander to the girls in class, and he could only glimpse the notes on the board when he was switching views from Andi to Jennifer. But Mr. Winston wouldn’t stop trying. It really was like one of those teacher-student prestige Oscar-bait movies, but with way more dick jokes flung around. Harris came into Mr. Winston’s classroom during empty hours, considering he didn’t really have anywhere else to be, and no one else to hang out with. Every day, something new would come up.

“Man, Daisy’s a real bitch, huh?”

Mr. Winston would chuckle. “I’m not so sure about that. I mean, consider Tom’s behavior, and how that might affect how she acts. Maybe she’s just as pained as Gatsby is, and we just don’t see it as much.”

“Yeah. Or maybe she’s a bitch.”

After a few weeks, things did start getting better. Harris’s grade went from an F to a C-. Mr. Winston got to improve a student. And they both made a new friend.

Yep. Real Oscar-bait, prestige film bullshit.

Later on, Harris had an idea. Kissler Oaks High, for some reason, did not have a book club. So with a newfound inclination to read rather than beat up kids on the reg, Harris started one. Mr. Winston would be advisor. They met every Thursday at lunch, and the club had six core members: Kelly, Lopez, Omar, Sheila, Gretchen, and Toby. It was a tight-knit group, a collection of black sheep kids who didn’t seem to belong anywhere else. The type of kids who were actively willing to discuss a novel for their precious lunch hour. This was insane. Harris had actually started a club, a club for nerds, and he enjoyed it. He truly had become what he once hated.

Harris sits on the curb. He takes out his peanut M&Ms and tears into them like some feral animal digging into his prey. He chooses out a green one, and pops it. He rolls it around in his mouth, lets the candy coating melt, and chews the soft chocolate. If everyone knew this is how Harris ate sweets, he’d probably get endless shit over it.

He looks up at the stars. They’re sparse, but at least he can still spot some, even discounting the satellites and occasional helicopter. He swears that he was able to see more of them when he was younger.

His phone rings. COME ON AND SLAM, AND WELCOME TO THE JAM! He looks at the caller ID. It’s Kelly. He picks up.

“Harris?”

“Hey Kelly, what’s up.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“...Nothing much.”

“You know how Mr. Winston didn’t show up to class for like two weeks?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why?” “Thought he was sick or something.” “Dude, I think he’s gone missing.”

Harris chuckles. “Sure.”

“I’m serious.” “Why do you say that?” “Considering people are saying that he’s gone missing. Check the news.” Harris tries to check on his phone, but it won’t load.

“Hold on, I’m out of data.” Harris walks over to the newsstand, and picks up a paper. He flips through it and

gets to the missing persons section. In a sea of lost kids and elderly folk, sure enough, Mr. Winston’s profile is splotched on the page. He has a beaming smile and wears a cardigan.

“Holy shit,” Harris says. He closes and opens the newspaper as if the image is a hallucination that would go away.

“Why hasn’t the school said anything about this?” His voice gets more strained.

“They’re late to everything. And I assume they’re waiting on more details.”

“Details? What details? This is happening because there aren’t any details!” He slaps the paper back in its plastic container.

“Yeah, I don’t know man.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Don’t think we can do anything. The cops are already on it.”

“Sure, like the cops have a healthy thirty-something dude on the top of their priority list. They probably assume he’s gone hitchhiking or something.”

“I don’t know about that. But besides, we’re kids, Harris. We’ll just have to wait, I guess.”

“This is horseshit.”

“I know. Seeya in class.”

Monday. Literature class. For the sixth day in a row, the students have had to suffer under the boot of the teaching style of a lame-ass, slow-talking, nasal-voiced substitute teacher. Harris can’t even remember the man’s name. When he takes roll, it’s like the scene from Ferris Bueller, except far less funny and far more tragic.

“Mark Allen?”

“Here.”

“Jacy… Is it Jacy? How do you say that?”

“Jacy.”

“Jacy. Thank you. Jacy Anderson?”

“Here.”

“Luis. Sorry, how do you pronounce that? Soft or hard ‘S’?”

Thursday. Lunch period. It’s been three more days without Mr. Winston, and now the club is just seven kids gathered around an awkward circle.

“So, uh, how’s it going. What did you all think about-” Harris looks at the cover. “Slaugher-House Five?”

Sure, Harris was the club president, but he wasn’t exactly a great conversation leader.

“I don’t know. I thought there was too much cursing,” Sheila starts.

“Shut the fuck up, Sheila. Why are you always bitching about the dumbest shit?” Lopez bites back.

“Guys, calm down. Even though Sheila’s being an idiot right now, that doesn’t mean you can all have a free-for-all Hell in a Cell action bloc,” says Omar.

Harris zones out. He whispers to Kelly: “You’re in charge.” He walks to the principal’s office and knocks on the secretary’s desk.

“Is Mr. Gonzalez in?” Harris asks.

“Yes, what do you need?”

“To see him.”

“Let me just call in-”

Before he can finish, Harris storms straight to Principal Gonzalez’s office. At this point, he knows far too well how to get there.

The secretary gets up.

“Hey, I need to call in-”

Harris opens the door and sees Gonzalez eating a salad. He sighs, and pushes his lunch aside.

“Why didn’t John call you in?”

“Where’s Mr. Winston?”

“He’s out.”

“Oh really? Cause last time I checked… anywhere that wasn’t you guys, he’s actually missing. For real, missing.”

Gonzalez sighs. “Close the door.” Harris closes the door and sits down.

Gonzalez clasps his fingers together and places his hands on his desk.

“Harris. We don’t want to cause more panic than necessary.”

“A teacher’s missing!”

“Yes, but telling everyone won’t be productive. The police are doing their best, and we don’t know the extent of the situation.”

“The extent of the situation is Mr. Winston could be in deep trouble!” “And there’s nothing we can do about it, Mr. Nguyen. It does nothing to ease the problem and I’m afraid announcing it will only make things far worse. If you’re so inclined, though, there is something I believe you can do.”

“What’s that.”

“There’s a hotline where you can call in and give any information you can. I’m sure you have something you can give. Here’s the number.”

Gonzalez scribbles down a phone number and hands it to Harris.

“Alright. Thanks.”

Harris leaves and Gonzalez digs into his salad.