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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1 - Addicted to you.

A/N: Here’s the first chapter of ATY! It’s set 2 months later and a bit has happened since the last chapter. I hope you like it 😘

Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2018

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy! 😘

2 Months later.

Both their flats had been sold and were going through the process of signing their properties over, they had viewed a few houses, none of which neither of them could see themselves living there.

They were viewing an old end terrace house one afternoon. Which had been recently renovated, as they walked in the stairs were on the left with a door at front which the estate agent said could be a separate dining room. The door opposite on the right was the living room and to the end of the hallway was the door to a spacious kitchen/dining room which had lead into the garden through some French doors.

For a house in London the garden was bigger than usual. Upstairs the 1st floor had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom with a freestanding tub. The loft which was the second floor had been converted into another bedroom with an en suite.

Both Laila and Harry couldn't believe how lovely this property was. It was perfect for them, it was on the edge of London, so not as busy as where their flat were.

It was an extra ten minutes travel time to the salon Laila worked at but this made her consider whether to go self employed. Harry's gym was five minutes closer, so work, travel wasn't an issue with him. They decided to put an offer in, a few days later they got the call saying another buyer had pulled out and if they were still interested the seller was willing to accept their offer.

Everything was going good for them even Vicky had been sent to prison for 3 years for criminal damage.

Remy was taking things super slow with Melissa but they were getting on well.

Moving in day.

"Lift with your legs Rem's." Alec calls over to him. "I....AM....FUCK! Laila, what the hell is in this box?" she looks over to him. "Erm...shoes, I think," she wanders over to him, checking out the box "Nope, Harry's weights!" she laughs, "No, wonder I can't lift it" he says as he's struggling with the box.

Harry wanders over taking the box off Remy and throws it onto his shoulder. "Alright, show off!" Remy calls after Harry as he picks up another box. Laila rolls her eyes at the both of them grabbing a box herself, following Harry upstairs to their bedroom "So, Miss. Carelli, any regrets?" she looks over to him and laughs as she puts down the box "Just one!" she winks "Really?"

"Yeah, offering to get our friends a Chinese take away after they helped us unpack. When we could have had the place to ourselves and christened every surface." she says, her arms loop around his neck and he sighs, "We were stupid! Why did we do that?" he chuckles.

"We were!" she kisses his lips, he moves them backwards until she's pressed between him and the bedroom wall. He invades her mouth, they hear footstep coming up the stairs and they spring apart "We better get the rest of these boxes in before I won't be able to pull away" he pulls her with him.

Later.

Laila is sat on the sofa with Priya and Katrina "This is such a lovely house. I have house envy" Katrina tells her, "We were very lucky to find this place, some of the other places were awful!"

Priya looks out to the hallway at Harry and Will trying to get their new bed up the stairs "Moving in with Popeye is why I'm green with envy! I bet he just throws you over his shoulder with ease! If Chris tried that with me, he'd end up throwing his back out" Priya laughs.

"Aww poor, Chris!" Laila laughs. "He might not be able to do that, but he certainly is able to do other things!" Priya winks, Laila pretends to gag "Max has no trouble throwing me over his shoulder." Katrina adds "Oh my god! Please stop I don't want to picture my brothers in that way!"

The three girls laugh sipping their wine.

Laila wanders into the kitchen to get a top up, Chris, Arthur and Max are in there filling their plates again "Hey, you three!" Max nods with his mouth full. "Alright, Laila! Thanks for this!" Chris smiles as he nods towards the Chinese takeaway "No, thank you guys for helping us move in," she smiles at the three guys. "If you need any help with anything give us a shout, especially if you guys are going to pay in booze and food," Arthur chuckles.

"Yeah, same goes for me!" Max winks at his sister, Chris shook his head at his brother. "Well, I for one am glad to see you happy again!" he pulls her in for a hug. "Aww... thanks, Chris!" Laila blushes, "I didn't think I'd see you in love again after Josh but just the way you two look at each other. I've got nothing to worry about."

Laila kisses her brother on the cheek "He is a lovely bloke," Max winks over at her. "I just glad he's moved on after that last chick, she did a number on him," Arthur says as he makes his way over to her, he looks towards the door as if to check the coast is clear "The truth is I never liked her, there was just something about her that was..well....off. Even dad didn't warm to her..EVER! Then he meet you as soon as he mentioned you to us you could tell you had him hooked." Laila blushes at his words "He has me just as hooked," she laughs.

After she tops up her glass she goes in search of him "There you are!" he's upstairs with Will putting up their bed "Hey gorgeous, where's the bed sheets?" he looks up at her. "I'm pretty sure they are in a box in here," she starts looking through the boxes. "Harry, you hold it up and I'll bolt this end" Will orders him, Laila watches him lifting the side of the bed that is attached to the headboard while Will bolts the foot of the bed to it.

His arms are bulging while he lifts it, Harry notices her looking "Like something you see?" he smirks at her "Maybe!" she winks at him and he laughs, "Hello guys, I'm still here!" Will shook his head "We better stop or he will and we can't test it out later gorgeous!" Harry teases "You two need to get a room!" Will says. "We do but you're in the way!" Harry jokes.

Laila laughs, "Stop whining him up!" Laila finds the bedding "I'll put this over here, thanks for the helping, Will" she places the bedding on the dresser.

Later.

After everyone had left they climbed into bed "Our first night in our new home!" she says as she cuddles up to him, he strokes her hair as she lays her head on his chest. "First of many," she lifts her head and looks up at him, he claims her lips before flipping her onto her back, his body covered hers.

He grinds his hips against hers, letting her know he isn't ready for sleep just get.

A few days later.

Laila finishes work early because a client canceled, she walks through the front door and can hear drilling coming from the separate dining room. She calls out to Harry confused as he was supposed to be at work, "Harry?" she steps closer to the door when it swings open. "Laila?! You're home early!" he says coming out of the room, closing it behind him "I could say the same to you! What are you doing in there?" she asks.

"Nothing, how was work?" he tries to change the subject "Harry, why are you changing the subject?" she asks him, he shrugs his shoulder, "I don't know what you mean!" she decides to try and push pass him to have a look, but he stops her "OK, you know that idea you gave me about turning it into a home gym...well, I decided to do it. But at the moment it's a bit of a mess in there I want to show you once it's completed, so will you promise to stay out until its done?" she smiles at him "I'm glad you decided to do it and I promise to keep our until you've finished" he sighs with relief.

A Weeks later.

Laila is finishing up at work when Harry wanders into the salon "Hey gorgeous, you ready?" he smiles at her. "Yeah, I'll just grab my bag.”

As they're walking down the road Harry can't stop smiling "Why are you grinning like an idiot?" she asks, "Max and I got the room finished today, so when we get home, I can finally show you," she links her fingers through his "This is where part where I'll hardly ever see you because your working out," she winks at him "Nah, I think you're get more use out of it then me!"

She laughs, "I've told you I don't like working out in gyms." she nudges him "Who said anything about working out," he winks at her and she blushes.

When they arrive home Harry stops her, "Wait, you need to put this on!" he hands her a blindfold "Really? I don't need this for a home gym!" he sighs, "Please? For me!" she huffed "Fine!!" placing it over her eyes Harry leads her into the converted room "Just around this corner."

"Corner? What corner?" she asks, confused "I put in a wall, so when you walk through the door you have to come round to see it. Now stand there" his lips brush her ear, "I'm going to pull it off on 3, OK?" she nods "1.....2......3" the blindfold is off her eyes adjust, but she's confused "Harry....."

"What?....Where's the g..? What's this?" she asks, he smiles "Laila, you have been on about getting your own salon for ages then we found this place and it cut into the money your parents gave you. So, it cut into your dream...I was speaking to my parents when my dad gave me the idea, then I spoke to Max. He did all the work for free, but I had to pay for the materials, Nikki came by one day and caught us, she knew a place to get all the salon equipment at a discount. I didn't ask her but I thought if you wanted you two could run this place together?"

Laila stands there in shock not quite believing he has done this for her "Harry...I.." he sighs, "You hate the wallpaper don't you?" he runs his hands down his face, she cups his face "Harry, I love it...this is the most sweetest, kindest and amazing thing anyone has ever done for me! I can't believe you did this instead of converting it into a gym." He smiles at her "I can work out at work! I just thought you deserved this after what you did, so we could get this place." she grins.

"Have you tried out the chairs yet?" she asks and he shook his head "Why don't you take a sit Mr. Taylor?" she winks at him.

As soon as he sits, she straddles him and runs her fingers through his hair, he grips her hips "Not sure I need a haircut." she looks down at him "Hmmm....we'll just have to see what other services you can use!" she winks, his lips quickly find her as they test out the sturdiness of the chair.

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A few days later Laila hands in her notice and she convinces Nikki to work with her and Daniel because Nikki can only work part time.

The three of them are excited about this new opportunity.

Will it be a match made in heaven?

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 2.

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aestheticallyholland · 3 years ago

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NEVER NOT | DECISIONS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

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[ january 05, 2016 . . . ]

Y/N WAS WAITING FOR TOM TO PICK HER UP FROM HER HOUSE. Tom had suddenly texted her to wait for him as he was going to pick her up. Of course, she agreed to him and told him not to be late.

Another week has passed since their real relationship started. They've celebrated Christmas and New Year together in each other's houses during the week. And also with their closest friends which were Erika and Harrison.

They finally opened up about their relationship with each other which made Erika and Harrison open up about theirs's too. Although it was already obvious for Tom and Y/N, they still wanted to hear from them.

When Y/N was lost in her thoughts, Tom's car suddenly arrived which surprised her.

"Tom!" She called out.

Tom happily got out of his car and walked towards Y/N.

"Where the hell are we going? It's like nine in the morning." Y/N complained which made Tom laugh a bit.

"Good morning to you, love." Tom greeted and gave a peck on her cheek.

She rolled her eyes playfully at him before answering back. "Morning, Thomas." She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled.

Tom's arm snaked around her shoulders as they walked towards his car.

"Seriously, where are we going?" Y/N asked Tom as she placed on her seatbelt.

"My house. My mom wanted to bake with you all of a sudden. She also wanted to make lunch for us." Tom said which made her eyes widen.

"How come you didn't tell me it was that? I could've prepared." She said.

"It's okay. I think my mom just prepared already." Tom said and started the engine and drove off.

Y/N sighed in relief and sat comfortably on the seat. She grabbed Tom's free hand and wrapped her fingers to his. Tom plastered a smile on his face while driving going to his house.

It has been a week since he got the news and he still hasn't told Y/N about it. He only told his family and Harrison first during the morning. He just didn't know how to tell Y/N about this.

This is why he planned to tell her today. And hopefully, he would tell her.

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"Y/N!"

Y/N heard that familiar voice that called her and it was Tom's mom.

"Nikki!" Y/N called back as she gave her a big hug.

Tom closed the door in his car and went beside his girlfriend.

"I missed you already, dear," Nikki said to Y/N which made her giggle and Tom rolled his eyes.

"Mum, you just saw her a few days ago," Tom said and his mom just ignores her son's response.

"You know, it's very hard to deal when all my children are boys," Nikki said that made Y/N laugh, and Tom groan. "But, I've gotten used to it eventually," Nikki added.

They continued to talk as they walked inside Tom's house. Y/N basically helped his mom prepare lunch while the boys just played video games.

From time to time, their mom would scold them and ask them to help in preparing or else they would have to do the chores themselves for a whole month.

Nikki would tell Y/N stories about Tom and his childhood and about photography too which inspired Y/N to want to try to go into the field of photography.

"Lunch is served!" Y/N exclaimed that alerted the boys and they ran towards the dining room.

"No running, boys!" Nikki scolded them and just sighed at her sons. "Until now, they still act like little kids," Nikki whispered to Y/N loud enough for them to hear.

All of them gathered together and ate lunch. Tom sat down beside Y/N. Before that, he and his youngest brother, Paddy, argued on who will sit beside her. But of course, Tom won since he would always say that Y/N is his girlfriend.

"How's your father doing, Y/N?" Tom's father, Dom, asked her across the table as they were eating.

"Same as always. He's just staying home right now since it is still the holidays." Y/N answered.

"Tom," Nikki called out her son who looked at her. "Did you...?" She trailed off since she wasn't sure and Tom already knew what she meant. He shook he said as a 'no' and Y/N noticed their conversation. They continued to talk silently that Y/N couldn't really understand what was going on until Ton spoke up.

"Y/N, there is something I need to tell you," Tom said and Y/N just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he wanted to tell her.

"You know that I act, right?" He asked her and she nodded. He has mentioned before to her that he actually acted since he was a kid.

"Well." He paused for a while and looked at his brothers and father who was encouraging him to tell her.

"I auditioned for this role a few months ago before we met and..." He took out the paper that he received a few weeks ago and gave it to Y/N.

Y/N took it opened to read it. As she read through the lines, her eyes suddenly widen.

"You're..." She paused, trying to sink in what she just read. She looked at him and suddenly wrapped her arms around him.

"You're the new Spider-Man!" She exclaimed while hugging him. Tom didn't expect this kind of reaction but he was glad it was. He hugged her back and kissed her head.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Y/N asked him and pouted.

Damn it. She's so cute. Tom thought in his head before answering her.

"I didn't how to tell you this, honestly. I have to make a decision, Y/N." Tom told her.

He grabbed her hand and suddenly stood up and pulled her with him. He wanted to tell her this privately so he excused himself first and went upstairs with Y/N.

"Does this mean that you're leaving?" Y/N suddenly asked as soon as they went to Tom's room. He looked at her with sad eyes and nodded.

"Come on. Don't be sad, Tom." Y/N said and caressed his cheek. "This has been your dream since you were little," Y/N said.

"But I don't want to leave you, Y/N," Tom said and held her hand that was on his cheek. She just gave him a small smile before saying something.

"I'll be happier when I get to see you on the big screen, Tom," Y/N said which made Tom's chest feel lighter. "I'm so proud of you. You deserve it so much." She pressed her lips to his and Tom responded to it.

"Let's go somewhere," Tom said and held her hand once more.

"But, what about your family?" Y/N asked.

"They'll understand, don't worry," Tom said and led Y/N down.

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"Is this another mysterious place again?" Y/N asked as Tom was covering her eyes. She could feel her feet being covered by something soft and sandy since Tom told her to take off her shoes.

"You'll love it," Tom said. After a few more walks. Tom asked her if she was ready and she nodded. He took his hands off her eyes and smiled.

"Woah," Y/N said as soon as her eyes were uncovered.

They were on a beach where there were fewer people. The sky was so clear that it reflects in the waters of the ocean. The sound of the waves satisfies her ears. Her feet were covered in sand.

"This is where I go when I feel stressed out or just want to relax alone," Tom said and stood beside her.

"You really discover so many beautiful places," Y/N said and wrapped her arms around him while looking at the waves.

Tom spun her around to face him while her arms are still wrapped around him. She gave him a questionable look first.

"I will never forget this beautiful face," Tom said that made Y/N blush.

"You really know how to make me blush," Y/N said and smiled. "And I will never ever forget this handsome face of yours." She said that and pinched his cheek with her other hand. "I still can't believe my boyfriend is the new Spider-Man."

"Me either. I'm so happy about it." Tom said and smiled widely. "I still can't believe that I have to be away from you for God knows how many years."

"I don't mind waiting for you, Tom," Y/N said. "As long as our love never fades, I'll wait for you."

"Man, I am so lucky," Tom said and sighed then smiled. "I have the best family then I just got the role that I've been dreaming to act." He looked at you. "And I have you."

Y/N felt herself blush again and slapped Tom playfully.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked her and she giggled.

"For always making me blush." She answered and placed her head on his chest.

"I will go to you every day before I leave," Tom said. "I want to cherish these days with you."

Y/N continued to look at the scenery and smiled.

"Me too, Tom. Me too." Y/N said.

"You know what." Tom let go of her to properly face her. "Go here when you miss me the most. Go to this place when you won't be by yourself." Tom told her. He got something from his pocket and revealed it to her.

It was a bracelet with white marbles on it. In the center, there was a sun symbol that was surrounded by white marbles.

"Wear this to remember me." He added and placed the bracelet on her wrist.

She looked at the bracelet and smiled. She felt tears going to fall from her eyes and looked at him. She leaned herself to him and he hugged her.

"I'll always go here, Tom," Y/N whispered, softly.

They stayed there together with Tom's arms around her. He just wished that this could last forever.

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 4 years ago

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TATMILB, CHAPTER 5

Penelope spent her life writing love letters, which didn’t seem like a terrible idea until the letters were mailed out and Schneider received one of them. Hoping to fool their exes, they agree to fake a relationship. But are they lying to everyone around them, or to themselves? aka my To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before-inspired AU.

Penelope x Schneider, ODAAT. available on ao3 with extra author’s notes.

Chapter 5: Penelope agrees to fake date Schneider and they work out the rules during Alex’s baseball game. Penelope enjoys Nikki’s visible fury at their public affection, and braces for Lydia's reaction.

On Penelope’s left, her Mami was pulling out snacks and explaining the hodgepodge of containers they were stored in. On her right, Schneider was facetiming Elena, showing her the rest of the family and a shaky view of Alex on the field.

“Okay, okay, I gotta go,” she heard her daughter say, laughing at Schneider from another continent. “I’ve got class. Thanks, Schneider. I’ll call you guys this weekend!”

Penelope rubbed her palms on her jeans and stood, almost knocking Schneider’s phone out of his hand when she reached for him.

“We’re going to get snacks!” she told a very suspicious Lydia as she gripped his hand and led him out of the bleachers.

“But we don’t need anything! I brought all the food!” her Mami called as they left.

“Okay,” she told Schneider, as soon as they were standing near the food trucks and out of earshot.

“Okay...?” He blinked at her, in that friendly but confused way of his. Like a really tall golden retriever--he wanted to be accommodating, even when he had no clue what was going on.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” she told him, shoving her hands into her pockets. Part of her wanted to bounce from foot to foot, that was how nervous she was. The whole idea was still insane, obviously. But she’d made up her mind.

“The more I thought about it, the more I think you have a point. If Max sees me with you for a while, he’ll get the message that I’ve moved on. I do not want to debate our past, it hurts too much. And I don’t know why you’d want to try and be more than junk buddies with Nikki, but if you want to make her jealous, well...”

Penelope snuck a glance at the bleacher two spots away from theirs, where Finn’s mom could usually be found.

“I could be real good at that.”

Schneider beamed like she’d just offered to throw him a party, rather than engage him in a conspiracy to trick their exes.

Lupe, what are you are doing? She wondered in a flickering moment of indecision--but she shut that down hard. This was her best option. This could make the whole mess go away.

“Yeah?” Schneider asked.

“Yeah. Yes. Let’s do this thing.”

Schneider was still smiling, which was why Penelope was so unprepared for him to lean down and kiss her.

No warning, no preamble--he didn’t even ask, she thought, her mind whirling with shock--Schneider just leaned down and slid one hand under her hair to cup the nape of her neck and then his mouth was on hers.

He was...well, he was a good kisser when he actually tried.

She filed that fact away, to deal with later.

Even without the warning he definitely should have given her, she knew it was all for show, so Penelope let herself go along with it for exactly three seconds more. She counted them in her head, while the rest of her enjoyed the way that Schneider’s mouth was firm and warm and gentle.

When he pulled back, his eyes were crinkled at the corners, beaming delight down. He had both hands on her shoulders, steadying her. She was surprised to realize that she needed it.

Penelope was a little dazed as the rest of the world came back into focus. She could feel her Mami’s eyes laser-focused on them, and the murmurings of some of the other parents in the surrounding stands. She wasn’t an idiot, she knew more than one of the kids’ classmates had asked them if Schneider was her boyfriend over the years--and that some of their parents wondered the same thing.

She actually caught a glimpse of Nikki in her peripheral vision, fuming as loudly as a silent person could.

Satisfying as that was, she shook his hands off her shoulders. “Listen, if we are going to do this, we need to come up with some rules, you get me?”

Schneider held both hands up, an immediate don’t-hurt-me posture that he fell into with her automatically by now. Fair enough, she thought, since she could hurt him, and they both knew it.

“You can’t just kiss me like that. That was not okay. You hear me, Schneider? You didn’t even ask, you just--”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was really excited and it felt like, well, like sealing the deal. You know? We’re going to be a pretend couple, why not start now?”

“I’m not saying we can’t start now.” She exhaled, sharply, tugging her shirt down as though she could tug her sense of gravity back into place with it. He’d knocked her off balance too much--she didn’t like knowing he was capable of that.

“What I’m saying,” Penelope continued after a calming breath, “is that we need ground rules. You were right before, about blurring the lines. Pretending to be a couple is one thing, but we are friends. We can’t lose track of that, mess up where we stand...and you may be big into meaningless affection, but I’m not.”

“Okay, and I hear what you’re saying, Pen, but if we act like we’re just friends...if we stay the same, nobody is going to believe we’re together. You were not hands-off with Max,” he reminded her unnecessarily. “And Nikki knows my sexual habits well.”

Penelope couldn’t help pulling a face at that. “Please don’t make me throw up next to the food,” she muttered in Spanish so he wouldn’t understand her.

“That’s why I’m saying we need rules. Boundaries we agree on in advance, so we both know what’s okay, what we’re comfortable with. So we don’t get...confused.”

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” Schneider nodded and grabbed a stack of napkins, thanking the man running the stand with casual Spanish that made her eyebrows fly up. When did that happen?

Schneider dug a pen out of his pocket--she wasn’t going to ask why he was carrying a pen--and scrawled ‘Rules’ at the top of the first napkin. “So, what do we both think is okay?”

“Handholding,” she started with. They’d done that already, anyway, as friends. That wasn’t even weird anymore. It’d be weird to know that everybody else thought it meant more than it did, but what about faking a romance with her best friend wouldn’t be weird?

“Casual touching,” Schneider offered up, waiting for her nod before he added it beneath handholding. They’d been like that with each other since he became part of the family--and if Penelope was honest with herself, she was more affectionate with him than he was with her, anyway. It was just how she was.

“Now, about kissing,” Schneider said, looking at her across the snack counter they were using as a writing desk, as though she might hit him.

“Yeah.” Penelope bit her bottom lip, thinking it over. “You’re right. If we’re going to do this, we have to be willing to sell it. We’re both adults, and if it were a real relationship, we would be...physical, with each other.”

The way she stumbled over the word, over the thought--the way her mind pushed back against the idea of seeing Schneider that way, accepting him as a person who was also a man capable of being sexy and attractive? She couldn’t really explain it. But she also couldn’t avoid it anymore.

“So, how about this? We’ve already kissed. Back there.” She waved behind them, feeling like such a dork, but pressed onward. “It went okay, right? The world didn’t end. We’re fine.”

Schneider watched her, his forehead furrowed. “I agree.”

“So let’s say that kissing is okay. Within the rules. That’ll make this look like our other relationships. Not suspicious. But we should have a signal that means back off, if it’s too much for either of us.”

He considered it for a moment. “That's good. It could be something subtle, like pressing on the inside of your wrist. Gets your attention, but not anybody else’s.”

She tried to imagine that playing out in her head, her heart skittering past the picture of actually kissing Schneider, and nodded. “Yeah, that should work.”

Schneider’s pen hesitated after he added that, hovering over the napkin. “What about forehead kisses?”

She didn’t know why that seemed important, the way he said it, or why he even asked, when they’d basically just agreed to regular public makeouts, but she smiled a little, trying to reassure whatever part of him made it sound wobbly.

“Sure. Forehead kisses are fine.”

Penelope took a deep breath. “Okay, Schneider, this is the biggest sticking point for me.” She jabbed a finger into his designer t-shirt clad chest. “We cannot tell anybody that this is fake. Nobody.”

“Alright.”

“I mean it. Not even my family. If we’re going to do this, really do this, then you have to willing to fake it with my Mami, with Alex, everybody. I do not want them judging this decision, it was bad enough that my mom had a stroke when Max and I broke up. And Elena’s so far away, I wouldn’t even know how to explain lying about something this huge without basically telling her it’s okay to lie--and she’s in London! Who knows what she could be lying about all the way over there?”

“Take a breath,” Schneider told her, and waited while she did, his hands on her forearms. He watched her settle back down before he answered her.

“It’s fine. It’s a pact. This won’t be the first time we’ve kept each other’s secrets, right? It’s just that this time we have the same one.”

“Okay, so you think you can do it. Not gossip with anybody about this.”

He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing the key away. “When your mom presses me for information, I’ll just redirect her using the Force.”

Penelope rolled her eyes, and his dramatic gasp got the attention of the people in line next to them.

“Don’t tell me you’re not a Star Wars fan. Come on. They’re foundational for our generation. They changed the face of the movie industry forever. I know the first one can be a little slow, but they’re so worth it.”

“I’ve...actually never seen it.”

“How is that possible? Elena’s a total scifi geek, and Alex loves superheroes. You raised those kids.”

“I didn’t raise them alone! Victor watched Star Wars with them. I never had to.”

“It’s not something you do because you have to,” Schneider replied, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Well, if we could get back on track here,” Penelope said, pointing to the napkin. “Magical space movie powers aside, you’re gonna hold up okay against my nosy family?”

He shrugged. “You’re fake-dating an addict, remember? I used to be an expert at this. Lying is muscle memory.”

Shifting gears, he thought out loud. “We’ll have to make sure we’re all over each other when we chaperone Homecoming this year. Definitely can’t let that opportunity go to waste.”

“Yeah, because dances are a pretty key ingredient to romance,” she agreed, not bothering to keep the bite out of her words. “You just want to have your ‘nobody puts Baby in the corner’ moment to show off for Nikki.”

“My what?”

“Your Patrick Swayze dance movie thing.”

He shook his head, and she scoffed.

“Dirty Dancing, Schneider. The lift, above his head? The singing along to the song?”

“I haven’t watched that. Heard it’s good though.”

“Oh my god, in what world have you watched the Star Wars movies but not Dirty Dancing? It’s a classic.”

“Fine.” Schneider put pen to paper again, showing her the napkin, where he’d added ‘Star Wars + Dirty Dancing double feature’ on their must-haves list.

Penelope laughed. “Okay.”

“We’re in agreement about the dance, though, right?” He checked with pen in hand. “If my side of our deal is to convince Nikki that I’m relationship material, the romantic parts are important. She needs to see my smooth moves on the dance floor. She needs to see me romancing you.”

It felt risky. It felt stupid.

Going out with him was just like hanging out as friends, with more affection. Faking it to make Nikki jealous would be kind of fun because she couldn’t stand Nikki, and it should help keep Max at arm’s length where she needed him to be.

Faking it for her family would be harder, but not impossible.

But pretending to be a couple at Homecoming?

The last time she went to Homecoming was with Max. The idea hurt. And scared her a little. Did she want to pretend that Schneider was her boyfriend under genuinely romantic circumstances?

Was there any universe in which that would be a good idea?

She doubted it.

He was not wrong about the logic behind it, though. So she nodded, and kept her thoughts to herself.

“I can bring you flowers a lot,” Schneider decided. “To your work, to the house, everywhere.”

Penelope was about to say how romantic and sweet that was, until Schneider finished the thought with, “Nikki hates it when I get romantic with her, so maybe seeing how much you appreciate it will change her mind about what a good boyfriend I could be.”

“You have to visit me at work!” She blurted out, remembering it at the last minute.

“Huh?”

“Yeah. Like, lunch visits to stop in and say hi, or maybe picking me up after my shifts sometimes. Especially when I have my residency days at the hospital.”

“Oh. Right, right, right. Gotcha. Make him jealous. That’ll be a good time for the flower drop offs,” he noted, jotting it down on the list. “Now here’s the big one for me. You have to make time for a standing Friday night date, and you have to come with me to Alex’s first travel game.”

“What? No way! Schneider, you know how busy I am. You take him on travel games because I can’t. And I don’t have time to date for real, why would I--”

“Because, Penelope.” He drew her name out for emphasis. “If you want to make your family think this is real, then we have to date. Otherwise they will not buy it. No chance.”

“But the travel game? Those are overnight. Are you saying we’d have to share a bed, and...”

“It’s not a proposition,” Schneider said patiently. “You know what Alex’s travel games are like for me. I take him, he plays, he hangs out with his friends, and Nikki hits on me from the moment we arrive to the moment we leave again.”

“Oh.” Yes, okay, he had probably mentioned that, Penelope thought, but she didn’t exactly make Schneider’s love life a priority when it came to her limited brainspace.

“So, if we’re saying we’re a couple, and you don’t come on the travel games--at least the first one, to make a statement--then Nikki’s first move will be to show up at my door at 2am. If we want this to work, I need Nikki’s booty call to be met with your sexy girlfriend energy, like a forcefield that reminds her I can do better.”

Penelope couldn’t decide if she wanted to be be offended at the idea that her value lay in being a girlfriend-shaped buzzkill...or if she was weirdly flattered that he saw her presence as enough to make Nikki feel inferior.

There was no choice there that made her feel less gross as a person, so she shrugged and moved on.

“I get it. With Elena overseas and my job a little less hectic, I should be able to swing a travel game. We’ll trade off sharing the bed.”

“Noted.”

It was ages away. There was no way they’d still be trying to win over/repel their exes by then.

No chance.

She held out her hand for the pen and initialed the napkin, watching as he did so after.

“We should get snacks to take back to my mom,” Penelope decided, uncharacteristically.

Not that any of this was really characteristic of her. But it would help stop her Mami from blasting questions at them right away when they got back, and even a few seconds breathing room would be a blessing.

Schneider paid for all the food.

She chose not to argue. Her head hurt. She had a rich boyfriend now. Fake boyfriend.

Whatever.

He had money and she was all out of energy for negotiating. Plus, Schneider’s smile when she waved at him to go ahead and cover the cost was almost worth it.

He so wanted to share and help and offer himself up to everyone else.

As fake boyfriends went, she could do much worse.

****

As soon as they passed their additional snacks to her mom and cheered Alex, who was finally up at bat, Schneider took full advantage of his hands being free.

Penelope had agreed to the lie, but that didn’t mean she knew exactly how to fake a relationship. Where was she supposed to start?

Schneider had no such confusion, at least that she could see. He shifted himself closer than he usually stood at Alex’s games, and slung one arm over her shoulder so she was snuggled up against his side until it was time to cheer and try the wave.

It did feel very couple-y, she decided. He was good at this.

Nikki was glaring at them from her own seat, and every time Penelope caught it in the corner of her eye, it made her feel vindicated. Schneider deserved better, and lord knew why he was even hoping to convince Nikki to be his girlfriend at all, but since he was…well, that was Penelope’s best friend that Nikki liked to treat like dirt.

She took some joy in pissing off the woman who had dented his heart.

The daggers her Mami was shooting at both of them, the silent fuming and the restrained tension radiating off Lydia, Penelope knew that would last as long as Alex’s game did.

So, much like Schneider next to her, she just kept going through the motions. He focused on being her boyfriend now, and she focused on being the supportive mom for her talented sports kid, and she knew that Hurricane Lydia would land on them both as soon as they got home.

She was pretty sure the only reason her Mami didn’t explode even sooner than that was because it would’ve been dangerous to them driving home, and with her precious grandson in the car she wouldn’t risk it.

#alvareider #one day at a time #odaat #penelope x schneider #to all the men i've loved before #alvareider fic #odaat fic #my fic #lydia riera #nikki finn's mom #penelope alvarez #schneider

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runs in the family // charlotte&lola (penny&jupiter)

Summary: Jupiter and Penny somehow find themselves in 1981. What else is there to do but meet their moms at Motley Crue's first gig?

A/N: as always, for @misscharlottelee and eva ill edit this and tag u when I find ur new url. @compositionnotebook 💖 why did I write this? Because I love to suffer. Also as always, unedited.

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Of course, waking up in a hotel room they don’t remember, with their cousin asleep in the other bed, only to realise that they’re back in LA when they’re meant to be on the other side of the country in the middle of their tour, Jupiter was understandably panicked. They hadn’t been drinking last night, and they’re pretty sure there was no way of them getting across the country without realising, and the idea that something is up is solidified when Penny wakes up and starts panicking too.

The front desk says they’re paid up for the month; the woman’s hair is sand blonde, feathered and sprayed up to the high heavens, while the uniform she wears is the ugliest shade of green Jupiter’s ever laid eyes on, but the woman has the gall to give Jupiter’s outfit an unimpressed look. They’re all for the current resurgence in 80s fashion trends, but it feels like this woman may have committed too hard to the bit. Jupiter, nonetheless, asks the woman if she remembers how they and Penny had arrived, and the woman actually rolls her eyes and says that she’s not paid to ask nosy questions.

It takes the cousins a full hour to find out that somehow they’ve landed themselves in 1981, a full day to believe it, and a full week to fully understand what that means.

“I hate this, I want to do something, go somewhere,” Friday night and Jupiter’s sick to death of no TV and only the radio for entertainment. Whoever had been staying here, whoever’s place they and Penny had taken, had left a wallet with no ID, but an exorbitant amount of cash, and a closet full of clothes in their sizes. It’s eerie as fuck, but the only person who’s come knocking was the housekeeping staff, and Jupiter tells them to go away every time.

“We are near The Strip in the eighties,” Penny suggests, flicking through a newspaper idly, lounging on the bed, “what if we saw young Guns ‘n’ Roses live, or, oh God, what about Motley, could you imagine?” Penny snorted, and Jupiter’s whole expression wrinkles to something horrified.

“They weren’t around yet, were they? What’s the date?”

“April twenty-fourth,” Penny’s expression sobers considerably from it’s delight, adding, “nineteen eighty-one,” much quieter, “fuck.”

They agree to go out, if only to get out of the room they’d been hiding from the world in, rather terrified to face their reality. There’s hesitation; do they get dressed up? Do they use the makeup sitting neatly on the bathroom counter? It felt safer to try and blend in, but blending in with the 80s nightlife wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world.

Both have the distinct, horrifying thought of ‘I look like my mother’ when they’re finished, looking in the mirror, all dark makeup and patterned jeans and leather jackets; there’s a leather miniskirt that neither of them touch, not wanting to go too hard on their first night in the apparent real world. There’s a half empty bottle of hairspray on the counter that they both eye dubiously.

“It would be weirder if we didn’t spray up our hair, right?” Penny says, and Jupiter feels distinctly like a teenager, uncertain, awkward, not quite sure of their style, rather than the early-30s successful musician they were.

It doesn’t end up looking good, at least not to their 2020 sensibilities, but as they make their way down to the street, a woman in leopard print gushes over how good they both look.

It’s sunset, with people looking just as out there are the out-of-time cousins, band posters and flyers plastered to every wall, every telephone pole, every surface available as they walked the six blocks to The Strip. It takes only the ten minute walk from their shitty little hotel, to the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, for the reality it of it all to settle in Jupiter’s stomach like they’d swallowed ice. More specifically, it takes right up until they’re standing on the corner by the Whiskey, Penelope’s eye caught by one of the flyers on the nearby telephone pole, for Jupiter to think to look across the street at the rundown apartment complex that they realise they already know of.

They gaze upon the window of one of the apartments on the second floor, with, even at this distance, a visibly fist-sized hole, gaff-taped up through the window. Jupiter knows that window, even as Penelope’s calling their name insistently.

“It’s April Twenty-Fourth, right?” Penny calls, dubiously, and Jupiter says something about how that’s what she’d said back at the hotel, not paying attention.

“First ever rehearsal we had for the band, I didn’t even see your mom, she was out somewhere, the gym I think, but before she’d gone, she and Nikki had a fight and she put her whole fist through the window; I thought they were the coolest people I’d ever met.”

Tommy’s voice floats through Jupiter’s mind as they finally turn to Penny, to her insistent tone, only to step back, as if burned by the very sight of the Motley Crue poster. Penny was holding one corner in a fist, eyes wide. Tonight. The Starwood.

“No.” Jupiter didn’t even let her get an word in edgewise, but Penny shook the poster more intently.

“We have to,” she implored, though Jupiter was now adamantly shaking their head.

“We have to do no such thing,” Jupiter crossed their arms, cocking a hip. Turning their nose in the air at the poster, they accidently catch a glimpse of what they’re pretty sure is their mom’s apartment, and their expression reflexively wrinkles.

“What if my mom’s there?” Penny says quietly, and oh God damn it, there’s no way Jupiter could say no to that. The walk from the Whiskey to the Starwood is a good half an hour, and they’re both just glad to have opted for the flat shoes they’d brought from the future, rather than risked any of the platforms or heels that were lined up neatly at the bottom of the closet they’d raided. There’s a Motley poster ever few feet, and while dread had settled in Jupiter’s stomach, Penny was buzzing beside them nervously.

The Starwood had closed only months after Motley’s first performance, but both Jupiter and Penny had heard their family lovingly reminisce about it, with photos from the night, from nights before and after, so it strangely felt like they’d been there before, looking at the club’s name up in shining lights, Motley Crue headlining the night just below.

“Isn’t that the guy from Rock Candy?” There’s two dudes a few feet away, squinting at another poster for the band, then looking up to the sign, both of them in leather jackets and flared jeans.

“Dude, fuck, that’s the guy from London, last gig he played, he broke the singer’s jaw!” The second dude, delights, already tugging his friend towards the club where people were already filtering in.

“No man, their roadie broke the singer’s nose after he knocked out two of the bass player’s teeth on stage -”

It was so strange to hear misinformation spread so casually about people both Jupiter and Penny knew so well; they’d both heard the story of the night Tommy and Charlotte had met Nikki and Lola, how London had a small fight on stage that ended up giving Nikki a bloody nose, and how Lola had knocked out two of the singer’s teeth the in alley behind the bar after the gig. But here, now, it was like it’s own kind of folklore.

They follow the men inside.

No-one check their IDs, thank God, their own wallets hadn’t travelled back in time with them. The bouncer lets them pass without issue, and Jupiter is strangely reminded of their age as they see the people around them, a majority in their early to mid-20s, all looking right at home in leather and black denim. It’s still fairly quiet, the stage looking only half set up with a few clusters of people milling around the bar. There’s two people on the stage, setting it up, but with their backs turned, but they’re not exactly recognisable, long blonde hair and dark hair respectively, though the dark-haired one is in a distinctively spiked jacket. Closer to them, however is, a pretty red-head sat at the end, all tight clothes and effortless elegance, one leg crossed over the other where she was lounging against the bar on her barstool, a beer in one hand. Something about her is so familiar.

Jupiter and Penny carefully sit themselves by the bar too, a few seats away from the red-head, looking around but not quite processing it all. They’re at Motley Crue’s first show.

Jupiter’s squinting at the row of drinks behind the bar, trying to decide what to order, when Penny grabs their hand so hard it hurts. Before they can turn back, however, they hear a voice they’ve only ever heard recordings of.

“Aw, Eileen, so nice of you to get me a drink,” Charlotte Lee’s tone was all teasing and light as she took the bottle out of the redhead - Eileen’s - hand, taking a sip as Eileen herself rolled her eyes.

“Lola is a terrible influence on you,” Eileen said flatly. Penny’s nails were digging into Jupiter’s forearm. Charlotte hands the drink back with a fond twinkle in her eyes.

“Lola hasn’t paid for a drink in her life, so I happen to think she’s a great influence-”

“She only drinks for free because she’s blackmailing half the bartenders in town,” the bartender himself piped up, cracking open a beer and handing it over to Charlotte without her even having to ask, flashing a grin that’s all teeth, “you ladies drink for free because I like making pretty girls smile.”

“Ricky, you’re the one who keeps hitting on her,” Charlotte points out, and his expression falls almost comically fast; “you keep taking her back to your place.”

“Only ‘cos she lives with Nikki and I don’t feel like being fucking stabbed in my sleep,” Ricky counters, pouting and flustered, his arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s definitely fair, but it’s not Lola’s fault you’re embarrassed about having a nun fetish,” Eileen’s tone is unbothered in the fact of Ricky’s embarrassment, though her lips twitch in the barest amuse smile as she adds, “Father Richard,” and Ricky turns scarlet as Charlotte spits half her mouthful of beer as a laugh escapes her.

Jupiter can feel their heart beat in their throw. This is so real, what the fuck.

“Can we help you?” And then Eileen’s looking directly at Penny and Jupiter, who realise that they’re staring at the women by the bar, eyes wide like they’d seen a ghost. Ha. She’s got a single, perfect eyebrow raised, shifting in a way that’s barely noticible, but so clearly confrontational, like a cat’s fur raising even when a cat doesn’t move.

“Charlotte Lee,” there’s a wobble in Penny’s voice when she finally speaks, and Jupiter can feel the way her hand’s trembling, “that makes... that makes you Eileen -” and she swallows hard, editing the last name she knows so well for the one that Eileen would have had in 1981, “Austen.”

Charlotte and Eileen share a look, and then look back to Penelope.

“Wait right here,” Charlotte sounds delighted, actually addressing Penny with a hand out.

“How do you guys know who we are?” Eileen asks, as Charlotte takes off towards the stage. Penny moves instinctively to follow her, but Jupiter holds her in place. There’s something in the evaluative look she gives them, lip curling just a little, on edge at being stared at by two strangers who must be roughly a decade older than them, who seem to already know them. “Are you friends of Lola’s?” She asks dubiously, and Jupiter is fighting the urge to run.

“Our little brother went to high school with you both,” Penny blurts out, “he was in the year above you,” but something seems to ease about Eileen’s posture as Penny tells her the exact school, and the year she and Charlotte would have graduated. It’s too specific for Eileen to think they’re lying, and for that both Jupiter and Penny are glad.

For all that Penny is Charlotte and Razzle's daughter, she was still raised, at least in part, by Lola, arguably the best liar of her generation. All the various Lee-Dingley-Sixx children had some innate ability to convincingly lie through their teeth, and though it didn't come in handy for Penny nearly as much as it seemingly did Jupiter, she was never more grateful for that skill than she was now.

“False alarm, Charlie, their brother went to school with us,” Eileen calls out, just as Charlotte is returning, dragging a dark haired woman both Jupiter and Penny knew far too well.

Seeing Charlotte at first had been so overwhelming that they hadn’t really processed what she’d looked like, but now, standing next to who could only be Lola, in 1981, it hit Jupiter just how young they both were.

Lola’s still shorter than her own child, but taller than Jupiter remembers her ever being, curtesy of her intimidating platform boots, leather and buckles and spikes, a good match for her spiked leather jacket and studded bralette. She’s all sprayed up hair, larger than life, dark eyeshadow, and fishnets, somehow wearing so much and not at all at the same time.

Beside her, Charlotte is only a few inches shorter, hair just as high, still with dark makeup, looking like a beautiful middle ground between Lola’s intimidating intensity and Eileen’s high glamour. In flashy denim pants and an artfully ripped, hand painted Motley Crue shirt, Charlotte’s the picture of the eighties, as beautiful and bright as any photo or recording Penny and Jupiter had ever seen.

Charlotte’s expression falls with disappointment, but before she can speak -

“You’re twenty-two!” Jupiter hears themselves say, and Lola looks directly at them, lip curling. Jupiter’s blood runs ice cold.

“What?” The single word is so derisive in a voice that Jupiter has never known to be cold, and before anyone else can speak, Lola looks to Charlotte, eyebrow raised. When she crosses her arms over her chest, even the leather jacket can’t completely hide how well muscled her arms are, “Charlie, I love you but I don’t give a shit about two old broads whose brother you knew, we gotta finish setting up.” It hurt like a physical ache, somewhere behind Jupiter’s sternum, each word somehow hurting more than the last.

“Don’t be rude,” Charlotte told her, elbowing her in the ribs, smiling even so.

“I don’t even know my fucking age - who are you?” Lola’s undeterred, on hand holding a roll of gaff tape in a white-knuckled grip, while the other had curled into a fist, weight shifting from one foot to the other in agitation. Okay, that’s very fair, Jupiter regrets ever opening their mouth. Fuck.

“You don’t know how old you are?” Charlotte asks, disbelieving, breaking the tension, and Lola looks back at her, face scrunching up as the tension drops from her shoulders.

“Why would I know my age?”

“Because that’s a very weird thing not to know!” Charlotte exclaimed in disbelief, eyes wide. Jupiter, on the other hand, wracked their brains for any scrap of knowledge they’d heard about their mother’s past and actually retained.

“Sorry, we know we’re being weird,” eyes closed, they took a deep breath, trying to sort out their thoughts, “our brother Leo went to school with Charlotte and Eileen, but we... talked to a band you roadied for, and they told us roughly how old you were, but you look,” Jupiter pauses, cracking open their eyes, only to see the way Lola's expression had softened upon hearing the name Leo - oh fuck, she doesn't even know the truth about her own dad yet! -“younger than I expected.”

“I’m used to Lola being recognised around here, just got my hopes up that it was my turn,” Charlotte admits with the faintest embarrassment, picking her drink up from the bar and taking a sip.

“One day soon, Charlie, if the boys take off, we’ll be right beside ‘em; everyone in LA will know your name,” the way Lola says it is strangely wry, like she’s self aware of the fact that her own name is out there for some less than reputable reasons, or like she isn’t fully convinced that Motley Crue would be the runaway success they all hoped.

Jupiter and Penny share a look, pained by the dramatic irony the three women across from them couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

It takes a moment, and Lola is definitely still a bit wary, but then it passes, and Lola looks to the stage again, still clearly addressing Charlotte.

"If you wanna help me with the last bit, I just need to do a sound check.” And with that, she was off, and Jupiter lets out a breath that hadn’t realised they’d been holding. Penny is still staring at Charlotte, who's rocking back on her heel as she has another drink, contemplating going after Lola, but also intrigued but the two interlopers enough to stay.

Eileen asks their names.

Penny and Jupiter share a panicked look, because they can't just tell the truth, it would make things weird in the future! What if they end up in the present named something entirely new!? They hadn't even begun to consider the butterfly effect of their being here.

"Lisa?" Jupiter says finally, picking a name they'd used in the past, but not for long, a nickname derived from their birth name in honour of their grandmother. Eileen looks wildly unconvinced, but Charlotte, bright and kind and perfect and alive, tells them its pretty. Penny is struggling to come up with an alternative, before conceding that her nickname is probably common enough that it wouldn't really matter.

"Penny's such a pretty name," Charlotte beams, and tells them its lovely to meet them, and Jupiter rests a gentle hand on their cousin's back, a silent reminder to keep breathing, as Charlotte trots off to help Lola with the last of the sound check.

Jupiter orders them both several drinks.

They end up sitting at the other end of the bar, away from the spot Eileen has clearly claimed for herself and Motley Crue's glorified roadies. Penny is quietly trying not to hyperventilate every time she thinks too hard about what's happening, and made a muffled scream upon hearing Charlotte laugh at one of Lola's jokes.

"I've died, Jup, we've died and this is the afterlife because that is my fucking mother, and she's alive, and she's twenty-one goddamn years old. She is a child. Our mothers are children. What the fuck?!" Penny hissed, and took another sip of her drink. Jup was watching Lola, so young and confident and mean as all hell, a defensive mechanism that's only made apparent to be such because Jupiter's known her longer than this version of Lola's been alive. But she smiles around Charlotte and Eileen in a way Jupiter's never seen her smile before, something grateful and adoring at the corners of her lips, an unfamiliar kind of softness in her eyes for just the barest moment.

Lola smiles like she feels lucky to be here, to be around these women, to call them friends. Here and now it hits Jupiter hard, that even decades later, their mother never fully recovered from losing Charlotte.

"We're not dead," Jupiter tells their cousin softly, and they both watch Lola and Charlotte head back to the green room before the band begins.

"But I- how, explain then, how can I go over there and touch her? She's real, Jup, really real, my mother, Charlotte Lee."

"I can't explain it, it just is," Jupiter muses, and finishes of their next drink as Lola and Charlotte reappear, followed by the band, all looking far too young and overeager, and Jupiter's heart is beating in their throat as Tommy Lee beams and waves to the crowd. They're going to be sick. Or maybe cry. Or maybe have a full panic attack right here by the bar. Fucking hell he's even more of a child than Charlotte, only twenty, and just as bright and excitable as they've known him to be, possibly moreso.

The audience seems underwhelmed, not sure what to make of these boys with their leather and hairspray and nervous excitement; Vince introduces them to the quiet bar with a yell, and Jupiter kind of hates that their future step-dad is giving them gender envy.

And then Tommy knocks over his cymbal after showing off with his drumsticks, and Jupiter bursts into tears.

They're furious at themselves for crying, hand pressed to their mouth for fear of anyone hearing if they would sob, brow furrowed into a scowl, other hand messily wiping at their eyes as they mouth defiant swears against their palm. People are jeering and booing, and out of the corner of their eye, Jupiter sees Charlotte actively holding Lola back, and something deep inside their heart knows that if there wasn't stupid fucking tears in their eyes, they'd be just as ready to defend the band's honour as their mom is.

"Oh, he's always been like this-" Penny's voice is softly adoring as she watches the man who will one day be her uncle and adopted father, before she looks to Jupiter, sees them overwhelmed with it all, and mad at themselves for feeling that, and she laughs, gentle and kind and understanding, and wraps Jupiter up in a hug. Its grounding. Even as Jupiter sulkily tells her to fuck off, they wrap an arm around Penny's shoulders and press their face into her hair.

"He looks like you," Penny murmurs as the first song starts, despite the negativity still pouring from the crowd. Jupiter wrinkles their nose, but can't help but smile. Tommy looks incredibly cool tonight, and it's true that Jupiter had inherited a lot of physical characteristics from their father.

Everyone in the bar hears the jeering way a dude in the audience asks about the 'chick singer', and for a moment, the children unwittingly mirror their mothers as Penny's grip on Jupiter tightens, anticipating when they go to lunge for the stage in outrage, but the moment the guy spits on Vince, across the bar Charlotte let's go of Lola, setting her loose on the vitriolic patrons.

Penny and Jupiter knew Motley's first gig started with a fight, but it was another thing to witness it.

Tommy leaps into the crowd, delighted by the carnage that Nikki and Vince are already taking part in, and Lola’s already knocked a guy flat on his ass. Surprisingly, Charlotte lobs her half-empty bottle at the guy who had spat at Vince, not taking direct part, but not abstaining either, cackling when it shatters against him and he's looking around, angry and confused, and Eileen says her name with a tone thats both scandalised and impressed.

In the end, by the time the bouncers step in, all that's left is Tommy absolutely wailing on a dude, and much to everyone's surprise, most of all her child's, little Lola Gone wraps her arms around Tommy's chest, cops a full elbow to the face, and still hauls him up and off his victim like he weighs nothing, even as he's thrashing and swearing and telling her to go fuck herself before realising who it is. When she puts him down, she snarls something at him, and shoves him towards the stage.

By the bar, Jupiter's mouth is agape, while Penny is trying to hold in her laughter, both of them realising just how terrifyingly similar to their father Jupiter actually is. And that at Twenty-Two, Lola is built like a tank.

The things you never truly understand about your parents because you always think of them as your parents is wild.

But above all, in the wake of the small riot, Jupiter and Penny can only feel a strange and overwhelming pride, seeing how eagerly they'd all defended each other.

"Fuck yeah, Motley Crue!" Leaves Penny's lips, delighted, at the top of her lungs, and suddenly the eyes of everyone in the bar, and more importantly, the people these two time travelling cousins will call family, forty years from now, fall on them. Grateful. Beaming. Then, laughter; Charlotte’s.

"Fuck yeah!" She echoes her daughter, and a cheer rises around the bar as the band begins playing again, energy revitalised. Charlotte beams at them, sharing in the moment, waving them both over eagerly as the bartender begrudgingly hands over a stack of napkins, while Lola's got her head tipped back, arguing with Eileen as to whether or not her nose is broken as it bleeds profusely.

Even at their first gig, Take Me To The Top sounds good, sounds like it should, all rough and energetic, and Jupiter knows how strange it would be to sing along at the band's first fucking gig, but the song, even now, feels like home.

"Lola, you're a danger to yourself and others," Eileen smirked, "and you're a terrible influence on Charlie."

"Thank you," Lola grins, right as Charlotte tries to deny it, which devolves into Eileen pointing out that Charlotte had lobbed her bottle at one of the offenders, which delighted Lola to no end.

"Don't know if you would know this, not sure how much your brother would have said," Charlotte says, grinning at Jupiter and Penny, "but my cousin, Tommy, he's the one on drums," she says, oozing pride. Jupiter and Penny both bite back on their instinctual responses, but still the surprise reads on their face.

"The one who did this to me," Lola's beaming despite looking a little like a horror movie, sounding only proud.

"He's certainly energetic," Penny says, finally, before letting herself breathe, watching the band for the moment, "they're really good," like she can't quite believe this is all real, still, "they have no idea how huge they're gonna be," the words slip out quite by accident, and both Jup and Penny share a panicked look, but the words don't get the reaction they expected.

"I knew I liked you," Charlotte's grin is sharp and pleased, and before Penny can protest, Charlotte's thrown an arm around her shoulders, "you've got taste." And that's enough incentive for Charlotte to shout both Jup and Penny a drink, oblivious to the way Penny freezes, like a deer in the headlights. Her mother's arm is around her without her mom even knowing how much this means. She looks like she's about to cry.

"Its really good to meet you, Charlie," Penny's voice is strangely hoarse, strangely honest in ways Charlotte can't even begin to understand, and Charlotte gives Penny's shoulder a squeeze.

"You too, Penny, and you, Lisa," she adds, grinning up at Jupiter for a moment, "anyone who thinks good things about my reckless dumbass of a cousin and his band is good in my books." She's so effortlessly earnest and endearing, exactly as everyone had described her, able to make friends wherever she went. Penny tentatively thanks Charlotte when she hands her a drink, and wraps an arm around Charlotte's waist when the younger blonde seemed content with an arm around Penny's shoulders.

"I can't believe you two are the only other assholes with taste," Lola smirks, holding a napkin to her nose.

"Get bent," Jupiter fires off automatically at the vaguely derisive tone, and Lola flips them off while Charlotte shoves her in the ribs. This moment, in its own weird little way, makes sense.

#the angry lizard writes #charlotte&lola #lola & charlotte #motley crue #motley crue imagine

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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch. 31: Last Night

WORD COUNT: 6.0k

A/N: I just realized i’m lowkey inspired by That 70s Show. If ya know, ya know!

WARNINGS: angst

TAGS: @madamsixx @emariehorror

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September 1st, 1986

San Francisco, California

Staring up at an unfamiliar white ceiling, laying flat against her back, Sammi stayed silent as she was a guest in this stranger's bed. Sammi rubbed her tired eyes, not caring if her eye makeup was going to smudge, a growing throbbing feeling from them. Sammi's breath tasted like a mixture of drinks staining the tongue. She looked to her left, seeing a snoring man with his face half-covered by the pillow. Sammi felt somewhat embarrassed about not knowing this man's name, not remembering him, even telling her his name. Sammi remembers talking to the man at a bar, accepting all the drinks he gave her, and then agreeing to go home with him but not his name. Sammi gently raised her head from the pillow, looking around the room in search of her clothes. A short blue dress was tossed by the bed's foot, right by Sammi's underwear and bra. Her leather jacket was on a chair in the room, where her heels also were. Carefully, Sammi lifted up the thin duvet that covered her, slipping off the bed to the best of her ability to not wake the man and tiptoeing away. Sammi glanced over behind her, proud when the man remained dead asleep, snoring loudly at random moments.

After miserably playing ninja for 10 minutes, Sammi managed to leave the random apartment without making a sound, sighing out loudly to the breezy air. Sammi swung her purse onto one shoulder, pulling out her pack of Camels as she walked down the stairs. Once reaching the first floor of the outdoor apartment complex, Sammi soon realized she was completely unfamiliar, not recognizing the streets. There was more forest to hide the complex, making Sammi scratch her head for ideas. Even after being here for a few months in a city that was an island, Sammi still managed to get lost.

Nevertheless, Sammi started walking down south with a lit cigarette between her lips and a scowl. The sun was too bright for the hungover girl, mentally complaining about the headache. Stares coming from passing hobos made Sammi uncomfortable, trying to make herself feel small. After wandering for 30 so minutes, a street corner diner came into Sammi's sight, hurrying her pace in hopes to find a payphone to call a cab. The ring from the handbell echoed throughout the almost empty yellow diner, Sammi strutting up to the bar top where her heels were the only other sound. Sitting down, an older waitress in a matching yellow uniform began to hold a glare at Sammi, hand on one hip. Sammi mustered up the best smile she could to the woman, setting her purse down.

"What can I get for you today, Tart?" the waitress asked, remaining her glare at Sammi.

Sammi scrunched her brows. "Tart? What's a tart?"

"Use your brain, sweetheart, or at least what's left of it," the waitress said, beginning to walk away from Sammi to refill coffee for a man two seats down. The man looked over his shoulder at Sammi, not hiding his prominent wandering eyes. Sammi grimaced, zipping up her jacket all the way up.

"I'm not a hooker. Can I just get some coffee, please?" Sammi asked, frowning at the old woman.

"Could've fooled me," the waitress said, placing a mug between them and poured some hot black coffee. Sammi fixed up the coffee to her liking with a frown, blowing on it to not burn herself as she drank the little pick me up. Everything around her felt cold and quiet in this diner, giving Sammi a moment to think, which she avoided doing. She had to admit to herself that right now felt gross to her, never being a person who partook in one-night stands. Sammi racked her brain, trying to remember the man's name, rubbing away any wrinkles on her forehead. Sammi wondered if this was how the guys felt after a random night of partying, having sex with accidental women when they felt like it. Unlike her, though, none of the guys cared if they couldn't remember a girls name for a one night only event. Sammi got lost in her thoughts, beginning to wonder what Motley was up to now but knew she had to think about herself. Sammi soon eyed the payphone on the diner's far corner, remembering she needed to get home. A clock on one of the walls read 11:30 am, traffic beginning to make its way. Sammi glanced at the sullen waitress, frowning down at a row of mugs, she wiped clean.

"Um, excuse me, would you happen to have a number for a cab company?" Sammi asked the waitress. When the waitress kept her side-eye at Sammi, she didn't bother uttering words, only pulling out a thin pamphlet of different phone numbers from behind the counter. The waitress tossed it over, giving her back quickly to everyone. "Thanks…" Sammi mumbled, sliding off the barstool, reading down the list as she made her way to the payphone. She soon began praying for some spare change tossed in her clutch.

"Hey, you better pay for your coffee!" the waitress yelled out, slamming a clean mug hard on the counter.

"I'm not leaving yet!" Sammi yelled out, adding a quarter into the coin slot, punching in the first cab on the list. "Bitch," Sammi mumbled as she shut her eyes, resting her head against the wall. Sammi desperately wanted to go home after this long night turned into morning. The only problem was home was five hours away down south.

The cab came to a soft stop in front of Sammi's apartment building, Sammi's tired head resting against the window as she peeked out of it. Sammi was thankful for the cab ride after realizing she found herself all the way to South Berkley, knowing public transits would get her most lost. Sammi paid for the cab fare with a smile that took quiet the energy to muster up. The cab driver didn't care to say a thank you or give a smile back, only waiting to speed off as Sammi got out to continue his day. Sammi kept her head down low from the sun, disheveled hair covering the sides of her face as headed to the building door.

"Sammi!" a familiar voice yelled out of nowhere, Sammi halting in the middle of the building stoop. Sammi timidly looked to her right with a confusing twitch, eyes growing wide when two recognizable faces inched their way closer. Vince and Skylar. "Well, good morning to you!" Vince said, carrying Skylar on one hip, a backpack on his back. His dopey smile was bright for the time of day, Vince staying at the bottom step. Sammi couldn't believe the sight in front of her, frozen with a growing smile pressed on her lips. Little Skylar smiled at Sammi, showing straight away to everyone who she inherited from. Sammi slowly stepped down the short stairs to not trip over herself, staring dead in Vince's eyes with shock and joy. Vince only smirked, pleased with Sammi's reaction to his surprise.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Sammi asked.

"I told you we'd visit you. I'm just holding up to my promise," Vince answered back, kissing Sammi on the cheek in a way to greet her. "Wanna say hi, Skylar?"

"Ie," Skylar somewhat said, trying her best to wave to Sammi. This only made Sammi smile greatly at Skylar, holding onto her little hand like a handshake.

"Hi, Skylar! I've missed you," Sammi said in a sweet voice, Skylar keeping the smile her father gave her. "So why exactly are you here? Besides seeing my face so early in the day," Sammi asked Vince.

"I got Skylar for a couple of days longer, and it's boring down in L.A so I thought, why not have a little vacation," Vince said, shrugging a shoulder. "Looks like you're already having fun," Vince mentioned, looking down at Sammi attire. Sammi's cheeks grew hot, crossing her arms against her chest in a form to cover up.

"I'm always happy to see a familiar face up here. Let's get upstairs. My feet are killing me," Sammi said, turning back up onto the stoop, pulling out her key from the clutch purse. Vince followed suit, surprised at how bland Sammi's apartment building was compared to back home once inside. Everything could be compared to a shoebox, even the elevator being tiny for the two of them. But Vince kept to himself, bouncing Skylar on his hip to not have her fall asleep. From the short walk through the hallway to apartment number 321, Vince carefully put Skylar down, taking in the interior of Sammi's new place. It still screamed Sammi, seeing how hard she tried to make the apartment look like L.A. Splashes of color in some areas like the throw pillows on the black sofa, and everything kept straight in its rightful place. Photos of everyone on the tv stand. Vince was noticing the group photos of Motley and Sammi. He was almost surprised Sammi decided to frame those.

"So in no way am I judging, but were you just coming back from somebody's place?" Vince asked with a smirk as he pulled out a toy for Skylar to play with, sitting on the sofa.

Sammi rolled her eyes with burning cheeks, offering a Pepsi for Vince as she drank water. "Please do not tell Tommy when you get back. The last thing I need from him is giving me the third degree. I'm supposed to be an angel," Sammi said, sitting next to Vince with a far distance.

"Hey, everyone gets to have fun in a new city. I promise I won't tell him anything," Vince says, making a cross on his chest.

"How is everything in L.A anyway? It feels like every time I call someone, it's only for a minute," Sammi asked, messing with the fringe of a pillow.

"In more detail, everything is boring in terms of partying. Tommy and Nikki pretty much have to entertain themselves now. Mick is okay, I guess. We go out altogether as a band, and that's it,"

"Oh, you poor souls," Sammi teased with a smile.

Vince chuckled. "We're going to start recording a new album in January, but I doubt that," Vince mumbles in the last of his words, staring down at Skylar.

"Why? Is everything okay with Elektra?" Sammi asked, scrunching her eyebrows.

"It's not Elektra. It's freaking Nikki," Vince said, frowning.

"What's going on with Nikki?" Sammi asked, beginning to worry even if she tried not to. Vince only looked at Sammi for a moment before speaking.

"I haven't talked to Nikki at all, but I do know he's hiding in his house, having drug parties. Which means I doubt he's writing anything. Which means there'll barely be anything by the time we have to record. And even if Nikki does pull something out of his ass, I'm sure it'll suck," Vince said with malice.

"Vince, be nice to Nikki. He's still your bandmate. If you think Nikki isn't going to write in time for the album, which he does have time for, then talk to him," Sammi advised.

"Why'd you gotta take his side for everything?" Vince asked, frowning at her.

"I'm not on his side," Sammi muttered.

"Yeah, you are! Why else would you say be 'nice' to Nikki?"

Sammi rolled her eyes. "Just because I say be nice doesn't mean I'm on anyone's side. I'm only giving you advice for you not to deal with dumb B.S. It's also your ass that's in Motley. How about you give a shit about your band?" Sammi asked, scowling towards Vince.

Vince sighed out, pulling his ear lobe. "Alright, you're right. I'm sorry,"

"Thank you!"

"Why do you always have to be right about stuff?"

"Because I'm the only one that actually uses my brain from the four of you," Sammi teased, making Vince rolled his eyes playfully. "Now, were you planning on just visiting, or did you have an idea of going somewhere?" Sammi asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Do you want to go to the aquarium? I think Sky's old enough to react to the animals," Vince asked, with a small smile.

"I'd love to. I promise I won't take long getting ready," Sammi said, jumping up from the sofa. "Oh, and help yourself to whatever's in my kitchen," Sammi added before disappearing into her bedroom. Vince only kept his smile on Sammi when she left him and Skylar alone, sighing out as he sat on the floor next to his daughter. Vince couldn't help but feel joy from the idea of a small calm day with Sammi, just like old times.

"I forgot how cute you look with your glasses," Vince said to Sammi, opening the car door for her. Sammi only smiled and slid in the front passenger seat, trying to play down Vince's obvious flirtation. For a Monday afternoon, San Francisco felt lively and calm compared to the other days of up and down the chaos. A developing hangover didn't paralyze Sammi surprisingly, getting a chance to enjoy the city for what it was for what felt like the first time. Sammi had had the habit of only leaving her apartment for school or food. The aquarium was nearly empty as kids were already back in school, letting Skylar roam freely around like a princess. Vince loved Skylar's fascinations with the sea creatures; her mouth opens in wonder the entire time. When the three reached a grand display window that covered every inch of the wall, making the room a dark blue, Skylar couldn't help but sit right on the floor to stare in awe. Vince almost reached down to pick Skylar up, but Sammi beat him by sitting next to Skylar and prompted her right in her lap.

"Sky, look at that fish over there," Sammi softly said in Skylar's ear, pointing out to a colorful fish with a long-finned tail. Vince only smiled down at the two girls, wishing he had a camera for this sweet moment to freeze in time. "Not gonna join us, Dad?" Sammi asked Vince, shrugging his shoulders and joining them on the floor. "This was a good idea, Vince. It's cute seeing Skylar look shocked at everything,"

"Yeah, I get them every now and then, especially for this little girl," Vince said, rubbing a knuckle against Skylar's cheek.

"Did you tell Sharise you were coming up here?" Sammi asked.

"Yeah," Vince shortly answered. Sammi scrunched her eyebrows at him.

"Are you lying to sound nice, or did you really not tell her about leaving?"

"I told her I was taking Sky out of L.A., I just didn't mention coming to see you,"

"Vince!"

"What? I didn't want her yelling at me for coming to see you. That's my business. And if I want to bring Skylar along, I can do that. I am her dad,"

"Yes, but come on, dude, I would want to know where the hell my child was going every second and who would be around her. Especially if the father of my child was going to go see an ex-girlfriend,"

"Sharise goes out to visit ex-boyfriends, so I don't see the big deal. Also, she knows you and knows Skylar likes you. You're not a stranger to anybody,"

"Have you ever thought she might not like that? Even if I'm not a total stranger,"

"What do you mean?"

"All of a sudden, her daughter likes someone new right away that happens to be an ex. You don't think that's pouring salt right on the wound? I'm just trying to tell you what a woman could be thinking,"

"And thank you for that, but Sharise and I are fine talking only about how happy Skylar is. I'm sure Sharise doesn't mind a responsible person being around our daughter at all,"

Sammi shrugged her shoulders, turning back to the aquarium, seeing clownfish swim near the glass. "I guess," Sammi mumbled, keeping a hold onto Skylar.

Vince glanced over at Sammi, seeing the worry on her face, sighing out. "I'll tell her when we get back home. We're leaving tomorrow afternoon anyway,"

"Good. Let's keep moving than before Skylar gets bored. I know I already am," Sammi said, shifting Skylar in Vince's lap to stand up before taking the toddler in her arms.

"You're okay carrying her?" Vince asked, standing up as they continued down the designated path the aquarium set up.

"Why wouldn't I be? She's a good arm workout," Sammi teased, lifting Skylar up and down gently like a dumbbell, earning a laugh from the baby and Vince. Vince enjoyed the day more and more, feeling confident enough to rest an arm around Sammi's shoulders. Vince and Sammi looked like young parents with a beautiful growing toddler in Sammi's arms in the eyes of a few passing strangers. No one recognizing Vince made the feeling of blending in again reachable to Sammi and Vince. The 'little family' continued to roam the paths around the ginormous aquarium, finding calm sharks on one side and smaller octopus on another side until walking to the outdoor seal and sea lion sanctuary.

"Man to be like that seal, getting a tan on a rock, enjoying life," Vince said as Sammi switched Skylar to his arms.

"Vince, you already do that every time you go down to the beach," Sammi teased, leaning over the railing to see a school of seals hiding from the sun in the water.

"Not all the time, I go to the beach. I also drink and try my best to surf!"

"You trying to surfer and failing will forever be a highlight to our beach dates,"

"Good to know you still remember them," Vince said, winking at Sammi. Sammi only looked away from the man, shaking her head as she continued walking around the area, Vince and Skylar following behind.

"I still remember us being in a relationship, Vince. It's not like I completely erased everything the moment we broke up," Sammi said over her shoulder, a cold feeling trailing down her body. She wished it was so easy to erase memories of past happiness. Sammi came to a far halt from Vince, turning on her heels to hear Skylar begin to cry, heading right next to Vince. Vince tried to calm Skylar the best he could, bouncing her on his hip gently, Sammi gently shushing in Skylar's ear as an attempt as well. "Hey, can you see what time it is?" Vince asked Sammi, looking out into the distance where the sun was beginning to set. Sammi glanced down at the thin silver watch on her wrist, seeing 5:30.

"I think it's time to call it a day. It's already getting late," Sammi said, showing Vince the time on her watch. "Where's your hotel?"

"Oh, hotels aren't for a family man," Vince said with a smile as Sammi raised an eyebrow. "Come on, let's get some food. I'm buying,"

"Okay?" Sammi said with scrunched eyebrows, following Vince through the path to leave the aquarium. "Where are we going now?"

"Just trust me!"

Vince drove out into downtown Oakland on the San Francisco Bay area's east side, parking in front of a rustic apartment building. Sammi didn't say a word the whole time, only helping Skylar out of her car seat with her bag. From the first few steps of entering Vince's apartment, Sammi couldn't help but become envious of the warmth she could feel compared to her little 'home.' A spacious two-bedroom that was almost entirely exposed brick walls. Vince was able to have the luxury of renting an apartment like this, Sammi imagining how much regular rent would cost for a place like this. "How about you order us some Chinese, Sam. I'll take care of the little princess," Vince said, grabbing a grumpy Skylar from Sammi's arms. Sammi followed, ordering takeout like back in Redondo Beach, remembering Vince's usual order as hers. It didn't take long for the two to finally eat, Vince opening a bottle of wine to pass the time. Sammi sat right across from Vince on the dark oak dining table for four, pouring out a small amount of shrimp fried rice from the container. Vince ate straight out of the container, chewing on a piece of orange chicken, watching Skylar try her hardest not to make a mess as she ate chopped bananas for dessert.

"You really just thought of everything, haven't you?" Sammi asked, happily looking at Vince, sipping on red wine.

"Listen, I thought if I'm going to take my child on her first Daddy Daughter vacation, it had to be planned greatly. Besides, hotels just remind me of being on tour, and I don't like that right now,"

"You don't miss the feeling of touring?"

"Depends. Sometimes I do if it's been a long time, but I prefer being home most of the time. Or at least with family,"

"That's understandable," Sammi said, taking a spoon full of rice.

"I haven't asked you yet, but you haven't spoken to Nikki, have you?" Vince asked out of the blue, catching Sammi off guard. She looked at Vince, then down at her food, as she swallowed.

Sammi shook, scratching the side of her head. "No, I haven't. I haven't spoken to him since the wedding," It wasn't a complete lie. Vince nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Sammi finished what was left of the red wine, debating to pour another glass.

"It's for the best then. Like I said, he only cares about hiding away in his castle. He has new friends. I see them around him sometimes,"

"That's not completely true, Vince. Nikki cares deep inside his tiny little heart," Sammi mumbled, eyes gazing down at the table.

"You're so sure about that? Then why hasn't he asked about you?" Vince asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sammi stared at Vince, the heart began to beat fast, shrugging. "Nikki knows I'm gone, right?"

"Yeah, he does. He's known for some time now,"

"Then you're just lying to me. Nikki has to at least have asked Tommy about me. I'm sure if I call him right now, he'll say yes,"

"I'm sorry to break it to you, Sammi, but he hasn't asked about you to anyone," Vince said with a little smile. Sammi sucked the front of her teeth, looking past Vince into the kitchen.

"You know I'm going, to be honest, I still have no idea when you're lying or not," Sammi said with a repressed smile.

"I don't need to lie, Sam. Do you really want Nikki to be calling you when you're focusing on yourself? Drunk dialing randomly?"

Sammi frowned, blinking away anything from her eyes. Vince could tell the sadness was there. "No… I guess not,"

"Good. Because there's something I've meant to tell you,"

"What is it?"

"Nikki also moved on with another girl," Vince said with a shrug.

"How do you know?" Sammi asked, her frown turning soft.

"I see them around when they come out of hiding,"

Sammi didn't say anything else, only rising from her seat to head straight for the cabinets in search of something vital. "Do you have tequila in this place?" Sammi asked, hands on her hips to face Vince.

"The first cabinet to your right is where all the other booze is. Wanna have a little party?" Vince asked, smirking. Sammi pulled out the only bottle of silver tequila in the crowd of alcohol, screwing off the cap to take one straight shot, turning into two. Vince only kept his smirk on his lips, eyes turning lustful on Sammi as he finished the rest of his glass of wine. Sammi offered the bottle to Vince, the man taking it and taking a small sip due to Skylar looking right at him with big eyes. "Okay, little princess, it's time to go to bed," Vince said to Skylar, pulling her out of the high chair and taking her to what was her room for the night. Sammi could already feel a buzz coming on, strutting over to the table to grab the bottle, heading right for the grey sectional sofa. She dropped herself onto the piece of furniture, taking another big gulp of tequila. Vince returned fast, thanking God Skylar went out like a light when he put her to bed, sitting right down next to Sammi. He placed an arm right behind Sammi, taking the bottle from her for another shot.

"Fucking asshole," Sammi slurred, eyes closed with her head resting on the sofa frame.

"You're right, he is. Open up," Vince said, pouring tequila straight down Sammi's throat. "You don't need that in your life," Vince said, fingers lightly caressing Sammi's bare arm.

"Exactly! I'm doing great out here! I'm moving on! I need to worry about me!" Sammi said, not noticing the more vivid touches from Vince. "If he got a girlfriend, then good for him!" Sammi didn't believe anything of what she was saying.

"You are doing great out here, way better than him," Vince said, cradling Sammi into his side, her hair tickling his cheek. He could smell the scent of Sammi's favorite perfume on her neck. This tempted him to a greater power. To Vince, everything was set in stone for him, looking like the perfect man right now. Vince lowered his lips down to the nape of Sammi's neck, lightly kissing in the spot he knew she loved. Sammi pulled away, lips parted as she stared at Vince for a moment. Instead of what Vince thought might be rejection, Sammi leaned in, crashing their lips together for the first time again. Vince immediately reacted, cradling his hand on the back of Sammi's head, bringing them closer together. Sammi clung onto Vince, the tequila making everything feel fast even when not. Tongues were beginning to slip past each other. Vince pulled away; his breath was almost taken away. "Let's go to the bedroom," Vince said, swiftly catching Sammi into a bridal carry. She only giggled along, attacking Vince's neck as he walked down the hallway, soon placed gently in the middle of the king-sized bed. Sammi brought Vince back down, kissing him deeply with a sense of passion. Vince took his time with his wandering hands, lifting up Sammi's shirt and caressing her thighs through her denim jeans. The two didn't need to speak, remembering everything like it was and getting lost in the feelings once again for this one night.

September 2nd

Sammi snapped open her eyes, her breath caught in her throat as if she was having a nightmare. Everything around her was almost pitch black, the window only giving in a bit of light from the outdoor streetlights. Sammi frowned to herself, realizing she was naked under the blankets, slowly resting up on her elbow. She blinked to wake up with the worse blurry vision, reaching out to feel for the nightstand as if it were her standard room, hoping to get her glasses. It didn't take long for Sammi to find her pair of glasses, putting them on to see a dark place that belonged to someone else. Fuck Sammi thought, staring out the window through the blinds. Her buzz from earlier had gone away; grateful to not feel the after-effects of alcohol again, Sammi sitting up, covering herself as she looked at the clock radio. It was 1 in the morning. Soon a soft snoring sound caused Sammi to look over her bare shoulder, finding Vince naked under the thin blanket, hair covering his face. Sammi bit her lip to not make a sound, lifting the covers and quietly tiptoeing out of bed. Her clothes weren't far from the bed, almost all in one pile for Sammi to quickly change into. The entire time, Sammi looked over at Vince, praying he wouldn't wake up suddenly. Vince didn't move an inch, dead asleep while Sammi faintly slipped out of the bedroom. She paced down in soft steps to the front of the apartment, grabbing her sneakers that were tossed next to the sofa. Sammi looked around for a piece of paper, debating to leave a note for when Vince woke to not worry him. Unfortunately, while napkins were scattered on the table, there was no pen in sight for Sammi. She let out a quiet sigh as she grabbed her purse, tiptoeing in socks to the door, and with quick stealth left. Sammi thought how she didn't want to do this again, cursing at herself while slipping on her shoes. Tossing her disheveled hair to one side, Sammi sped down the hall to the 3 flights of stairs, running right out of the rustic apartment building, gasping for fresh air. The city was still wide awake, taxis passing not far, Sammi lifting her arm to catch one's attention.

"Good evening, little lady. Where are we off to?" the man asked over his shoulder, slowly driving off.

"To the middle of San Francisco," Sammi muttered, head resting against the window.

"Good thing I know every part of this bay area," the man said, raising the volume of the radio a bit to an American Top 40 station. Sammi shut her eyes, wanting the tired feeling to go away.

Yawning out in an empty classroom, Sammi rubbed her tired eyes to stay awake, dark circles forming from two nights of inadequate sleep. Sammi looked forward to a morning class to soon become a dread, the professor lecturing as expected, but nothing was sticking to the young girl. It took two cups of coffee from the library for Sammi to wake up and understand what was written in her notebook. Sammi rubbed her temple as she wrote down the chapter spoken in her lecture, different definitions from a Pharmaceutics textbook, thankful for only having one class today. Sammi looked over to a clock on the wall as she drank a bottle of water, wondering if Skylar had woken Vince up for breakfast. Sammi shook her head, letting out a heavy sigh, dropping her head on the lab table. She felt exhausted to the degree that wasn't due to heavy workload; to was the exhaustion of being overwhelmed by others. Sammi thought being alone in a city would help, but clearly, it wasn't the case. When she lifted her head up, Sammi's eye fell on a familiar man standing in the open doorway, staring at her. He walked right up with a nonchalant smirk, proudly standing right in front of Sammi. It wasn't until he got closer did Sammi fully remember his face.

"Hey," the man said, fixing the straps of his backpack. "I didn't know you went to school here. I guess we never spoke much about school the other night," Sammi showed a tight-lipped smile at the man, nodding as she fidgeted with a pencil between her fingers. "Damn, your notes are impressive. I never would've thought you were a scholar type. How are you doing?"

Sammi scrunched her brows at the man. "Okay, I'm sorry, I can't fake it. I do not remember your name at all,"

"But you do remember me, right?" the man asked.

"Yeah. You're the guys whose apartment I snuck out of in the morning. I didn't think I would run into you at all after that," Sammi said with a shrug and a polite smile.

"It's okay. I already came to that conclusion way beforehand. I'm David," said David

"Oh well, great. I'm glad we both knew it was just a one night stand. Nothing else,"

"Of course, it's pretty clear as day with someone like you, Samantha," David said, shoving his hand in his jean pockets.

Sammi scrunched her brows together up at David. "I'm sorry? Someone like me?"

"Oh, come on, Samantha, don't play dumb. Your brother's Tommy Lee! A rockstar who always slept around with randoms. I figured it has to run in the family, and clearly, it does," David said with a smirk.

Sammi curled her lip, rising up from her seat, folding in her arms against her chest. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Oh, did I hit a soft spot? I'm only pointing out the facts that you're just as easy as your brother. Why do you think I kept buying you drinks?" David asks. Sammi didn't say a word, only scuffing at the imbecile in front of her and rolling her eyes, getting an idea. Instead of shouting at David for being a rude person, Sammi carelessly grabbed her water bottle and took a big gulp of water, holding it in her cheeks. She leaned over the desk a bit, inching closer as Sammi spit all of the water right in David's face. David immediately reacted, pushing Sammi away from him, almost stumbling on his feet as he wiped away the water from his eyes. Sammi tripped back down to the chair, glaring right up at the man.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Sammi shouted.

"I'm an asshole? You're the bitch who just spat in my face!" David yelled, drying his face with his shirt.

"Only because you just called my brother and I sluts!"

"It's the truth! How the hell did you even get into this school?"

"Because I'm smart and mind my business, unlike you. Now fuck off before I pour this whole water on your head!" Sammi ordered, standing up again. David didn't say another word, storming out of the classroom, almost being able to see smoke come out of his ears. Sammi shook her head, nostrils flaring with anger, slamming her book shut. She shoved all of her belongings angrily into her satchel, storming out in the opposite direction of David. Sammi didn't care about studying today, only wanting to go back to sleep in her own bed.

After a nap and a long relaxing bath, Sammi strolled over to the answering machine with green tea in a warm mug, remembering about the blinking red light when she got home. She knew it was something that could pile up if she let it. Sammi pressed play, sitting down on the loveseat as she blew on the drink before taking a sip.

"Hola Sammi! It's Em, just wanted to let you know, it's been a full two weeks of living with Sabrina, and we haven't killed each other! Maybe we can live together in harmony. Call me back. Love you. Miss you." Sammi giggled along at Emma's voicemail, happy to hear her voice again.

"Hi Sam, it's your sister that you need to call back because I'm bored and mama is worried. Please call her at least! Bye, love you," Sammi rolled her eyes, making a mental note to call her parents and Athena. Maybe even Tommy while she's at it.

"Hey Sam, I know you were probably in a hurry to leave this morning. Just wanted to say it was great seeing you. Hopefully, you come down to L.A soon. Skylar says bye-" Sammi deleted the message fast, waiting for the last one.

"Hi, Princess," Nikki slurred. Sammi froze in her place, eyes darting to the answering machine. "I know it's been a while. I'm sorry about that. Tommy just gave me your new phone number, in your new apartment, in a new city," Sammi could hear in Nikki's words; he had been crying, his voice sounding broken and rough. "I just wanted to call and let you know... Nona passed away a while back in the summer. I know she loved you," Sammi almost dropped her mug right from under her hand, warm tea staining the carpet. Sammi quickly felt the tears creep in her eyes, thinking of Nikki's grandmother. Gone.

"I'm sorry I'm high right now, but I just needed to call you. I want you… I miss you. Please-" Sammi let out a shaky breath, tears blurring her vision. She took off her glasses, placing them next to the mug on the coffee table, tears cascading down her face. Nikki's feelings couldn't leave Sammi's mind, even after a night that shouldn't have happened. She wanted to call back. She tried her hardest to call back but knowing Nikki was still high stopped her. If what Vince said was even a quarter of the truth, Sammi couldn't handle it. Sammi curled onto her side on the loveseat, weeping out a sob, almost as the ones she let out when she couldn't say goodbye to Nikki.

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impossibleblizzardstudentposts · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2

As disappointed as Sonny was not to have had the time or privacy to put the moves on Larissa the way he would have liked, he didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on it.

His cell phone rang at an ungodly hour of the morning after a late night of drinking, just as the sun was coming up and peeking through his bedroom window.

Nikki Staines, an attorney from last night’s party, had been found assaulted outside her building.

Fin and Amanda met at the scene, but Sonny had strict orders from Lieu to get to the office ASAP. There could be no gourmet coffee stop to cure this hangover.

As the detectives sat around theorizing how and why the attack went down, it occurred to Olivia that they could at least canvass potential witnesses from the event who weren’t cops, without raising any red flags internally.

Reviewing the guest list, she said, “Carisi, Fin, you want to head downtown? It looks like a Raul Vasquez from some big law firm bought two tables at this thing. I’ll stay behind and talk to the Chief about the officers we need to talk to.”

“Uh, yeah, you got it, Lieu. I actually met him there last night, I think we have a good rapport.” said Sonny, grabbing his keys and suit jacket.

“This the guy you were talking to with that little blonde?” Fin asked after him, heading to the elevator. “I don’t judge, but some old rich dudes are shameless.”

“Not like that. She was his daughter.” Sonny answered, with a smile.

“Ahhh, ok” Fin said with a knowing smirk. “So you still got a shot then.”

“We’ll see.” Carisi responded, as they exited the building and approached his truck on the street.

The ride downtown was quick and comfortable. Fin and Carisi were so different, but worked well together.

Sonny had considered calling ahead to Mr. Vasquez’s office to give the heads up they were coming. He knew what an important and busy man Raul was, and figured they would be met with resistance showing up without an appointment. In the end, he didn’t want Fin, or anyone else, thinking he was turning soft for offering more than the usual courtesies to a potential witness, so he pulled up to the Wall Street building hoping for the best.

“We should have called ahead. This guy really is a big wig, huh?” said Fin, echoing Sonny’s thoughts after they had to introduce themselves to the third receptionist of the day.

Once they found the right corner office though, they weren’t waiting long before an assistant guided them in with a polite “Mr. Vasquez will see you know.”

“Mr. Carisi” Raul greeted “So soon. This can’t be a social call.”

“Unfortunately not.” said Sonny “This is Sergeant Tutuola.” He said, introducing Fin. “ We’re investigating the assault of an attorney who attended last night’s event.”

“Not someone from my firm, I hope. We made sure everyone had cars home.” Raul began to panic. It was actually reassuring to see someone worry about their employees.

“No, as far as we know, everyone from your office is safe. Her name is Nikki Staines. Do you know her?” said Fin.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.” said Raul

Sonny pulled up a DMV photo on his cell phone of Nikki. “This is her.” he said “Do you recall seeing her with anyone last night?”

“I saw her at the coat check at the start of the night, but she wasn’t with anyone. She was talking on her cell phone, it sounded like maybe to her children.”

“And you didn’t notice anything suspicious about anyone at the event?” asked Sonny.

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry not to be more helpful.”

“Well, if you could, it would be very helpful if you could provide us a list of all the people from your office who attended last night.” said Fin. He and Sonny knew they were approaching a dead end.

“Yes, of course. My assistant must have this together already from arranging the transportation. And you can speak to my daughter, she attended last night.”

“Larissa, right?” confirmed Sonny, attempting to play it cool.

“That’s right.” confirmed Raul with a knowing smile, as he approached the office door to summon his assistant.

“Donna,” he said “Would you provide these detectives with the list of those who attended last night’s event? And Larissa’s contact information, please.”

“Thanks for your time, sir.” said Sonny, as he and Fin followed Donna out.

“I’m sorry to meet again under these circumstances. I hope you have better luck closing this investigation.”

Within a few minutes, Donna, the wonder assistant, had provided printed and digital copies of the list including the names, phone numbers, and addresses of those from the firm who had attended the charity event, along with the names of their guests, and the limo provider that took them all home at the end of the night. It was all they could as for, even if it was unlikely that their perp was on this list.

“Oh!” Donna said to herself absent mindedly from behind her keyboard. “You needed Dr. Vasquez’s information as well. Let’s see, Tuesday afternoon. I believe she’ll be at home.” She jotted down the address and a phone number, handing it over with a smile.

Doctor Vasquez?, Sonny thought to himself as he took the card. “Thanks a lot,” he said.

When they got back to the car, Fin asked: “You wanna take a run at the good doctor on your own? Where’s she live?”

“Upper East Side” said Sonny “And no, you might as well roll with. Liv wouldn’t like it.”

“To the old money!” Fin joked, as they headed uptown.

Jokes aside, when they arrived at the brownstone, it was even more impressive than either man had imagined. They half expected “the help” to answer the door, but in fact no one answered the door at all.

Instead, a woman’s voice came from behind them. “Can I help you?”

Before they could turn to respond, Larissa got closer and her tone changed from slightly accusatory to pleasant, but cautious. “Oh, it’s you. My father called to tell me you might contact me. I wasn’t expecting a house call.” Her eyes never left Sonny’s. Fin might as well have been a fly on the wall.

“Ah, yeah, this is my sergeant, Odafin Tutuola. We’re investigating the assault of an attorney who attended last night’s event. Do you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?” Sonny said, trying desperately to maintain professionalism. He wanted to forget all about what had happened to Nikki and learn everything there was to know about the woman in front of him.

“Sure” she said, looking down at her key ring to choose the right one, as she awkwardly slid between the two men on her front steps, grazing Sonny’s arm. “I didn’t see anyone get assaulted though.”

“We understand,” said Fin.

“Sometimes the smallest details can actually be very helpful.” Sonny added, pulling up Nikki’s photo on his cell phone as they entered the foyer. “Did you see this woman last night?”

Pulling the phone closer, she concentrated before answering. “Um, yes. I don’t know her name, but we spoke a few times last night. Once at the bar waiting for drinks, just small talk. And then,” she hesitated, not wanting to violate a fellow woman’s privacy, especially to a couple of middle aged men she barely knew. “Um, we met again in the ladies room and she asked if I had a pantiliner.” she blurted out quickly, handing the phone back to Carisi.

“Um, ok, that’s good to know, thank you. Did you see her leave with anyone, or notice anyone giving her unwanted attention?”

“No, I didn’t see her leave.” she hesitated again, wondering if a seemingly meaningless detail was worth sharing, even if it was just a bad vibe. “Um, when we left the bathroom together, there was a man with a beard right outside the door, which seemed strange to me. She knew him, said hello and gave a smile, but for some reason, she seemed relieved not to be alone. She gave me a look. I don’t know how to explain it. Just a woman’s intuition, I guess. We separated right after that.”

Sonny was taking some notes as she was speaking, which made her feel self conscious about how inarticulate she must sound. Ugh, a woman’s intuition? she thought . My guess is they don’t arrest people based on that. This woman was at home in an OR, not an interrogation.

It was actually endearing to Sonny how out of her element Larissa seemed. When they interacted at the coffee shop, she always seemed incredibly confident and sure of herself. Putting together what he was learning about her and her family, he assumed nothing like being questioned by police had happened in her life, even if it was clear she wasn’t in any trouble.

“Thanks a lot for your help. We’ll be in touch if we need anything else.” said Fin. His hands remained firmly in his pockets, leaving to door open for young grasshopper Sonny to close the deal.

“Right.” said Sonny, catching the drift, as he fumbled in his jacket pocket for his card. “And if you remember anything else, you can call me. Any time.”

Larissa took the business card, looking down with a small smile as she delicately framed it in her fingers. Stop it, girl. she scolded herself. A woman has been hurt. This is not good for you.

She broke out of her inner monologue and cleared her throat. “Of course, I will.” she said hurriedly, walking the men out the front door. “Good luck cracking the case” she added as a sort of goodbye, cringing and wishing she could take back the awkward statement as soon as it left her lips, as if these guys were playing some kind of Whodunit game. She couldn’t close the door behind them fast enough.

Meanwhile, Sonny was grinning widely as they walked back to his truck. “You think she was a little nervous?” he said.

“I don’t think it was you giving her the butterflies, Romeo.” Fin laughed. “ In this neighborhood, I bet that poor girl never dealt with a cop in her life.”

Little did anyone know at the time how helpful Larissa’s details would prove to be.

#sonny carisi #svu fic #olivia benson

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anxiety-trademark · 4 years ago

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The week in review:

Raw 11/09 NXT 11/11 NXT UK 11/12 Smackdown 11/13

Raw:

Shayna vs Lana?? God poor Lana. Preemptive “rip”

Lmfao Lana is so damn extra.

Okay but WHY is Asuka facing Nia later? And where has Asuka even been the past few weeks?

Yikes. Lana is so friggin useless in kf.

Rofl Nia mocking Dana’s voice, I cannot with her.

Did Dana and Mandy actually save Lana from #8?? They got half a point. I get why they’re reluctant to help Lana, but they’re nearly coming off as the mean, popular girls, and I know that’s not their personas. I get she fucked them over, but it was inadvertent. Buy some goodwill guys.

Are they the Gucci girls now? Honestly flashforward to current times, Charlotte fits right in with them. If you were gonna have Charlotte head a stable, Dana and Mandy are the perfect people to put with her.

“We totally saved your butts... Lana.” :/ Dana. Dana plz. With all the work you put into your craft, HOW are you still the weakest promo in the division?

“Okay listen, thank you, you’re welcome,” just let Mandy and Dana practice wrestling cuz their promos are fucking painful.

Lana No-Friends.

Why is Alexa happily destroying flowers??

Lol has no memory of seeing Nikki the week prior. Yikes. Are we still sure it’s not drugs???

“Lexi I’m not playing.” “That’s too bad, Nikki.” What she means, Nikki, is there are 2 options: play or pain. You should just play. Actually side note; wasn’t that Nikki’s whole damn character when she debuted? ‘Nikki wants to play’? ‘Play with Nikki’??

Omfg Alexa is god damn stellar. Nikki tells her to choose either Fiend/Bray or [Nikki]. Alexa thinks about it for a moment, “okay. I choose... *blows the flower petals in Nikki’s face* him!” Then fucking claps, giggles and walks away. Imagine if you had a whole damn roster that could be this entertaining.

Also Nikki is really talented in her own right. Working with Alexa did wonders as far as promos and acting go.

Survivor Series team is supposedly at ringside because Asuka is about to go one on one with Nia. I’m not seeing the correlation.

Shayna officially playing the role of henchman now, I see. That’s interesting.

Asuka does a lot of things worth praising. Her Octopus is not one of them.

It’s always nice seeing Nia bump like she does for Asuka.

Oh that kickout into an armbar by Asuka was BEAUTIFUL.

Asuka said “fuck all y’all we’re busy rn”

I hate Shayna’s hammerfists SO much.

This Survivor Series team is a fucking disaster in kf.

aaaaand there’s number 8. Jeeeeze. “You don’t belong here, you’re gonna drag us down. Just quit.” This is a bullying story done right tbh. No personal petty bs insults, no body shaming. Just straight up physically assaulting the weakest link that has zero friends. It’s a good story. I feel sympathy for sure.

Highlight: Alexa & Nikki backstage segment

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NXT:

See I don’t mind Shotzi’s backstage promos at all. She exudes passion. I can feel her emotions. But 9 times out of 10 she ends it in a howl and I want to scream.

Weak final thought though. There was really nothing better you could end it on? Okay.

So Xia calls out Raquel and then doesn’t show. Not sure if it’s for kf or meta reasons.

I like Raquel speaking Spanish while brawling. She should incorporate that more, especially with Zelina gone. We need more Latina talent (no disrespect to Bayley or Sasha, if they wanna start speaking Spanish then good on them)

“Everybody better take their-- my name out of their mouth.” SIGH can I get a non-awkward speaker that isn’t Nia? Anyone? Anywhere? Hello??

What the hell does any of this Xia stuff mean? Fine I’ll be patient.

So is Toni a face? I thought she was a heel. Did I misinterpret the heel turn pre-covid era? That’s even worse, she’s even more the same now.

Ugh rough day when I’m here cheering for Toni. God I hate Candice.

Do you really have the right to call anyone a ‘punk rock poser’ Candice? I mean... REALLY?

It’s not that I hate Toni’s headbutt, I just hate it when people take themselves out delivering a headbutt.

Anticlimactic sequence. Toni says fuck your second rope neckbreaker to Candice, then Candice says fuck your second rope leg drop to Toni, just to follow up with a mere kick to the jaw and a pinfall attempt. Missed opportunity to really get something going.

Sad attempt at putting her feet on the ropes by Candice.

Good let Toni be a “sore loser” fuck Candice.

So the masked figure is Indi, right? Why are they keeping her masked? What’s the purpose? Yeahhh that’s really not a surprise. Anyway.

It’s a damn shame what happened in 2020, the whole world has felt it. And it’s a damn shame that you didn’t get to show out in front of 80k people. I truly feel for you. Your loss, however? In kf I can’t feel bad because you sought HER out on HER show. In a meta sense? She did you a favor taking that title. You were 5 seconds from being called Charlotte 2.0, and you deserve better. You deserve the opportunity to grow and make a name for yourself without being handed everything before the age of 25, and you’re SO much better off for it.

The downfall of “nxt’s hottest new act” was a great story. It sucks to be her, but it was a great story. Rhea’s gonna be a fucking STAR on the main roster. She will thrive. She will exceed expectations. She will make a name for herself. She had to eat that humble pie first, though. Obviously I know how this match ends already, and rightfully so.

Highlight: I guess the Io/Rhea Prime Target

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NXT UK:

Kind of a bummer that there’s only ever one women’s match/segment every week on UK. I want to ponder whether it’d be different sans a pandemic, but I’m not certain it would be.

Xia Brookside is too animated in her moves, and her moves are always too slow for it to mesh well.

They compliment Xia’s “technical work” but she just comes off as someone who has learned the absolute basics and has no idea how to utilize them in a match.

Interesting to note that they seem to be building up 2 heels in Nina and Jinny, yet the champ herself is a heel. Not quite making me believe either of them have a chance at defeating her in the future.

Nice I always love a good codebreaker. Points to Xia.

That was a nice cartwheel off the turnbuckle using the ropes. One would assume the tweak to the knee was a farce.

Stupid small package. Stupid result. At least Nina got some heat back, but she should’ve won, lesbireal.

Side note: I see UK does in fact have a pc. No excuse for these women to get gassed so quickly then, get it together.

Highlight: The network exclusive video package for KLR vs Piper

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Smackdown:

What a racy outfit. I don’t hate it, Sasha wears it well.

There’s like a million things you can do with Sasha that doesn’t involve a live promo in the middle of the ring. Explore them plz.

Carmella’s not a technical master by any means, but having her superkick and then finish with a facebuster is super weak.

What’s also weak: where the fuck did Bayley go?

What’s even weaker than that: Carmella had like the best theme music and now it’s gone. Tragic.

Lol why is Nattie stomping her feet like she’s throwing a tantrum? She’s hilarious tbh.

“If team Smackdown is going to win,” lmao let me cut you off right there. Imagine the SD women actually winning at SvS. Good joke.

Omg Chelsea is alive? We gave her a tag match in nxt with the women’s champion Charlotte Flair... Charlotte fucking Flair... and then kept her off tv for like 6 months for this? Is this her grand debut?? Is she even ready for the main roster???

Wait hold on. Back up. So Chelsea touched Adam’s shoulder and had some off camera conversation to make her way into this triple threat match? *sigh* okay.

I don’t quite remember who this team consisted of, but if I had to guess, I’d assume Liv wins this match since Ruby is already on the team.

Love Chelsea’s theme music, love that a giant picture of herself is no longer her titantron... HATE the flowy wedding dress veil that she wears on the bottom half of her outfit.

Should stick Chelsea with Nattie tbh.

What the hell was that by Liv? A fake out standing crucifix turned into a ddt? Fucking beautiful.

Nattie and Liv work together nicely ngl. Liv really does have a lot of potential, but she’s god awful on the mic. Tag team wrestling is best for her for the foreseeable future.

“This is a fatal 4way,” Cole reminds us, because Chelsea and Tamina have seemingly died.

Should’ve just made this a singles match between Liv and Nattie, jesus.

Lmfao Liv pinned Tamina. What took Chelsea out? A dropkick off the apron. A dropkick off the apron took Chelsea out for 3 minutes, and she got maybe 3 moves of offense. Yikes, what a debut.

So when does Bayley get added as captain?

Highlight: The match that totally wasn’t a singles match between Liv & Nattie

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*Bad week in wrestling, but yet again, Raw shines the brightest because as small as their roster may be, they’re being utilized decently well.

#wwe #issa review #feel free to ignore these #cuz who tf cares lesbihonest #today's props goes to:#alexa bliss

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edhaneyyy · 4 years ago

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Hope Because Humanity Is Within Us

“Being human is given.But keeping our humanity is a choice.” – Ida Protuger

This quote simply showsor tells us that humanity is a choice.Meaning wenare human ourselves but living here in this world, humanity is hard to keep for some of us.

When we get asked, what is humanity? Answering this question is just as easy as a pie. Humanity is the good qualities a human could have. Humanity is our ability to have compassion, care, empathy and love others. Humanity is helping other wherever and whenever, it is being selfless. If humanity is a person, the best example is Mother Teresa. But, the real question is, is there any hope for humanity when some of the human beings keeps on ruining humanity in our world? Our deepest humanity, however, is rooted within the fragility of all of our lives. Unless we work together we are going to be unable to save lots of the earth. If we cannot see that our vulnerabilities, and not our masks of perfection are what bind us to one another, we are going to be left wondering what's wrong with us.

There is such a common scene in human history when the media community says that men have lost their trust in humanity. That's because most people these days are starting to be cruel to themselves and others. They hurt themselves and the people around them. A common problem was the many facts that made this "virus" bigger and affected the whole world. When we talk about humanity, we should think of it only about human life, not because humanity is about humanity, including all humanity on earth. It is also a terminology of the qualities that make us human. For example, the ability to love, be considerate, be creative, and not be a robot or an alien.

We have to keep humanity within us. Why? Because that is our only key to prevent chaos in our modern world. Without a little bit of humanity do you think we can live, sleep peacefully and have friends around us? No. I listed some acts that show humanity from the website Good Housekeeping . ( https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/inspirational-stories/news/gmp5124/random-acts-of-kindness/)

1. Florence Rescue Force - After Hurricane Florence caused devastating flooding in North Carolina this fall, kindhearted citizens like Amber Hersel jumped into action. The volunteer from the Civilian Crisis Response Team helped rescue 7-year-old Keiyana Cromartie and her family from their flooded home on September 14, 2018 in James City.

2. Donor Network - The decision made by Patricia Almonte (right) to donate the organs of her late 3-year-old daughter Veronica Garcia helped save three lives: Essence Walls (left), an 8-month-old baby, received her heart; a 2-year-old received her liver; and a 68-year-old woman received her kidneys.

3. Canine Heroes - A lucky dog got a ride from some unnamed helpers in the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew two years ago. Photographer Sean Rayford caught these two men pushing a makeshift boat through the floodwaters in Lumberton, North Carolina.

4. Earthquake Heroes - Frida the rescue dog and her trainer Israel Arauz Salinas went viral for their life-saving efforts during the 7.1 magnitude earthquake that shook Mexico City in 2017. The 9-year-old Labrador has detected the bodies of 52 people during her career, and the duo recently received their own statue for their service to the Mexican navy.

5. Helping Hand - American Abbey D'Agostino and New Zealander Nikki Hamblin won a special Olympic commendation for their sportsmanship at the 2016 Rio Games. After Hamblin tripped in a 5,000-meter heat, and brought D'Agostino down with her, the American helped her competitor to her feet. Later on in the race, D'Agostino fell again as a result of her twisted leg, but Hamblin stayed by her side until the finish line.

6. Moments after posing for a fun photograph at a local beauty spot, brave teenager Cheng Changjiang was dead. Despite being unable to swim, Cheng, 18, waded into the lake to save the lives of three young children who had got into trouble in the water. But the brave act cost the teenager – branded a ‘hero’ by onlookers – his life. Cheng was enjoying the public holiday at the rural spot in Xinyang, at Henan province in central China, when tragedy struck.

7. ryclectic’ wrote: “My Buddy Witnessed an Act of Utter Kindness Today…While he was standing on the corner waiting for the crosswalk he saw this woman buy two meals at a street vender and go sit down beside this man and give him one of the meals. She proceeded to introduce herself and talk to him about his life and just shot the [breeze] with him. She wasn’t acting superior, she was his equal, she just wanted to talk to and express inclusion to a fellow human being.”

8. This is a picture of a chap called Tully holding a 46 year old, wheelchair bound man with severe mental handicaps. Tully picked him up so he could go on the hay ride with everyone else. 5 minutes into the ride the man got so excited that he peed all over himself and Tully. Tully sat there soaked in pee for the remainder of the 40 minute hay ride. As soon as it was over he changed the mans clothes before his own. If that doesn’t show character we don’t know what does.

9. I will not let you go. This woman spent 3 hours holding the horse’s head above the tide after it got stuck in the mud on a beach in Australia. The horse was later rescued, unharmed.

10. Strangers Leave her Money While She Gently Sleeps. “alexthegreat90″ wrote: “I took this picture this morning. Ever been somewhere and seen something that amazed you? I’m at the east side McDonald’s and this lady was sitting in front of me sleeping. She has everything she owns in a small backpack. Curled up with her blanket she sleeps not knowing what is going on around her. While she is sleeping everyone is getting their money out and putting it on the table so it’s there when she wakes up.”

These are only few of the acts that restored humanity. These acts showed us that no matter how cruel the world is. There are still people out there who shows kindness and selfless love without any hesitation despite any situation. So what are those things that could destroy our humanity? Stephen Hawking who is known for his work on black holes and gravitational singularities thinks that there are three things that ruin our humanity, but I will only cite two. He have this outspoken ideas about human civilization. Hawking suffers from a nerve cell disease just like amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or ALS, which left him paralyzed and unable to talk without a voice synthesizer. But that hasn't stopped the University of Cambridge professor from making proclamations about the wide selection of dangers humanity faces -- including ourselves. He is part of a small group who voiced out their concerns about artificial intelligence.

First, according to Stephen Hawking, “The development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race," "The human failing I would most like to correct is aggression. It may have had survival advantage in caveman days, to get more food, territory or partner with whom to reproduce, but now it threatens to destroy us all," The Independent reported. I believe that Hawking here is telling us that AI could destroy us just like in the movie entitled Wall-e, we could see there that the AI are already controlling every move of the humans in the ship. They are dependent to the robot around them and don’t seem to care to anyone. There would be no care, love and empathy left.

Second, if AI won’t kill us, our own self might kill us. For example, a major nuclear war would likely end civilization, and could wipe out the human race, Hawking added. When asked which human quality he would most like to chose, he chose empathy , because "it brings us together in a peaceful, loving state.” Chaos would be everywhere without humanity.

In the current time, we ask ourselves sometimes, where is humanity? There are certain issues in our modern world that made us question ourselves. Despite those, we should look at the brighter side. There are still good people who we have mentioned above.

This year, our humanity is being tested. During this pandemic time we should remember our humanity. On the occasion of taking care of the elderly, and those who are sick and needy. This is what's happening in countless hospitals, clinics and medical aid units round the world, where truth heroes of this ordeal – the doctors, nurses and physicians – are risking their lives to avoid wasting others. This deeper humanity must spread to each street, every neighbourhood, every city and each country if we are to defeat the virus with our science and technology but also showing wisdom, compassion and humanity.

In the event that food and fun are what we were destined to be, there is one thing we should remember. Indeed, even creatures can do such exercises. In the event that God made us human, there must be an explanation behind it. No one but people can comprehend the importance of mankind, and it is humankind because of insight that truly gives the center substance to human presence. You needn't bother with a solid financial balance to add to helpful exercises. Paying your family help reasonably is humankind as well. You're prepared to pay a large number of dollars for your clinical test, yet with regards to paying your collaborator; You need to spare each penny. Compassionate exercises ought to never be embraced to pick up distinction or get a superficial point of interest. You can without much of a stretch accomplish popularity through the work you do. Lifting the weighty sack of an elderly person is humankind, helping an incapacitated individual to go across the road is mankind, helping your mom at work is humankind; truth be told, it is humankind to help whoever needs it. How would we express or show mankind? One approach to show our mankind helping poor people and the individuals who crippled. Additionally utilizing indicating counterfeit mankind to pick up distinction ought to never be one your choice. Did you experience finding a major measure of cash and when you return it, there's the incredible inclination that we can't clarify? Since on the event of indicating our humankind to other people, we have that believing that we can not get.

Humanity is significant in our daily lives. It teaches us to understand the problem and gives us ideas. It helps us understand others. Humanities students specialize in writing and critical reading. Humanity encourages us to think creatively. They teach us to explain why we are human and to ask questions about our world. Humanity produces informed and critical citizens. Democracy cannot flourish without humanity. We all need to assist one another. We humans are like that. We need to live by each other’s bliss – not by each other’s hopelessness. We don’t need to despise and loathe one another. Because that's not what humanity is.

Some may say, we are losing our humanity. No, we are not losing it. We could see it everywhere. It is within us. Humanity is lively and the light is sparkling profoundly within the hearts and souls of numerous individuals from all works of life. They are of all races, societies, social status and religions. It is individuals who see their commitments to the world as their employments and they continuously inquire what can l do to contribute to distant better;a much better; a higher;a stronger; an improved" a stronger world. It’s just that, humanity is covered by our selfishness, our hatred, all negative traits that prevents us from helping and doing good for someone. Never lose hope for we still have humanity stored in us.

https://www.humanitystyle.com/new-page-5

https://kindnessblog.com/2014/11/03/34-examples-of-heart-warming-humanity/

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Love and Leather /part twenty/

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Sorry it took a few days! I’m working on the next chapter as we speak. But look at us! I can’t believe we made it to 20!! Feed back is always welcomed!

Warnings: Language, drugs, drinking, super angsty

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“You gotta go.” I told Nikki, putting my hand on his bare chest, gently shaking him awake, he groaned as he turned onto his side, “Five more minutes Doll.” He grumbled, making me roll my eyes. I used my strength, shoving him off my, making him land on the floor with a thud.

“That was uncalled for Van, what the fuck.” Nikki replied hastily, as he stood back up, and stretching. I rolled my eyes, watching him put his clothes back on, “What was uncalled for was you showing up here at three in the morning pestering me to give you a blow job.” I replied, sitting up against my headboard.

“I don’t remember you complaining when I was fucking you.” He replied, a smirk on his face as he crawled onto my bed, “Yeah whatever...are you going to Vince’s hearing later?” I asked, he seemed to be pondering on the idea.

“No, probably not.” I tilted my head to the side, “He needs your support, Sixx.” I spoke softly, running my fingers through his hair. “He’s fine without me. He has you and everyone else.” I gave him a small smile, “Plus I know you wanna see your ex.” Nikki said with a laugh as he got off the bed.

“Ha, cause that’s gonna be fucking wonderful.” Sarcasm oozed out of my mouth and he noticed it. “What even happened between you and him?” Nikki asked, and he hasn’t stopped asking about it since he found out who Julian was.

“I have to get ready for work.” I said while getting out of bed, avoiding his question. “I asked you a question Vanity.” He reminded me.

“I heard you...it’s just not any of your business, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” I explained, my back was turned towards him as I was looking through my closet.

“Did he like cheat on you?” Nikki pondered. I exhaled through my nose, as I was getting frustrated. “Please don’t make me yell at you, it’s only nine in the morning.” I told him, turning around to face him.

“Okay princess, you get your way this time.” Nikki spoke, leaning over to put on his boots. “I’ll see you later?” I asked him, an arrogant smirk was on his face as he approached me, standing toe to toe with me. “I’ll let you know.” He replied, pecking my lips. “Well let me know so I don’t have another guy over.” I told him as he was walking to my door. I had a goofy smile on my face as he stopped and turned around.

“Well...I guess we’ll just have a threesome. Tommy and I have shared multiple girls together.” Nikki shrugged it off, “Just...go.” I said pointing to the door, “I’ll see you later, doll.” Nikki said, closing my door and leaving.

A few hours later it was the end of my shift. I looked up at the clock on the wall, seeing that Vince’s hearing was in about forty minutes,

“Alright I’ll see you at home.” I told Tonya and Lucia, as I took off my half apron, hanging it up on the wall. “Good luck” “Let us know how it goes later tonight.” They both gave me words of encouragement, I simply nodded and left the diner.

My mind couldn’t stop racing as I was driving over to the courthouse. I couldn’t get Julian’s face out of my head, I was hoping I would never, ever have to see him again the moment I left Texas...but yet here we are, it just proves the universe works in a crazy fucked up way.

I also couldn’t stop thinking about Nikki. I couldn’t comprehend why he wouldn’t want to be there for Vince, his so called brother. It really threw me off this morning. I was hoping Nikki would go so I could stay by him at all times and not talk to Julian. I pulled into the parking lot of the courthouse. I stripped out of my work shirt, putting on a blouse, I figured my black leggings were appropriate enough.

I walked around front seeing all the press on the stairs of the entrance, security was trying to hold them back as I noticed Doc was answering their questions.

I walked inside to see Tommy, Mick and Sharise talking among themselves, Julian to be no where in sight. “Where the hell is Sixx?” Tommy asked as he greeted me with a hug.

“I’m not sure, haven’t seen him since this morning. He said he wasn’t coming.” I told them, “That fucking prick.” Mick said while shaking his head disapprovingly. I looked at Sharise and gave her a smile, adding a sympathetic touch on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom before it starts.” I told Tommy, getting a nod of acknowledgment from him.

As I was in the bathroom, I splashed some cold water on my face, then combing my fingers through my hair. Maybe I wouldn’t even have to make small talk with Julian. Maybe I could watch, see what’s gonna happen to Vince and then bail before anything could or will happen. I don’t even know what I would say to him.

I checked myself one more time before walking out, “Oh, sorry I didn’t see you.” I ran into a guy, looking up at him, my heart sunk into my stomach, and then my stomach sunk into the lowest crevice in my body.

I stared at him. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, his piercing blue eyes were as cold as ice, the corner of his lips were tugging into a smirk. I had a lump in the back of my throat, I couldn’t fucking breathe. It was like I looked into Medusa’s eyes herself and was turned to stone.

“Don’t be sorry sweet thing.” He said as he forcefully pulled me into a hug, not giving me any time to react. His arms felt like a vise grip that was squeezing the life out of me, one of his hands slowly reached down to give my bottom a slight squeeze. He pulled away from the embrace but kept a grip on the side of my shoulders, I wonder if he could feel how tense I was.

“Vanity, it’s so good to see you. I’ve missed you so damn much.” He told me, I couldn’t come up with anything to say, the overwhelming beat of my heart was all I felt throughout my body.

I felt so trapped in the corridor, we were just out of eyesight from Tommy and Mick, if I could just get to them I knew I’d be okay. “I...I need to get to them.” I said quietly, not daring to look him in the eyes.

“We can go together.” Julian replied, letting go of my arms and resting his hand on the small of my back as we walked over to them, I wanted to run from him, his touch made me sick to my stomach.

I had my arms wrapped around my sides, giving me my own personal hug as I felt so small and exposed to the world.

Why couldn’t Nikki be here?

“Look who I ran into.” Julian expressed as we walked up to them, “Now’s not the time for catching up.” Mick spoke out, “Hey, no need to be stressed, we got this alright?” Julian reassured, “Shut up, you fucking tot. You better know what the fuck you’re doing.” Mick retorted, a small chuckle coming out of me as Julian’s demeanor changed. “I do know what I’m doing, that’s why Vanity called me, right sweet thing?” He said, resting his rough hand around the back of my neck.

I moved away from his touch, looking at Mick with pleading eyes, thankfully he noticed, “Let’s just go.” Mick said putting his arm out and gently leading me away from him.

“He’s very touchy.” Mick leaned his lips into my ear, speaking softly, “It’s fine.” I told him as my skin felt like it was on fire.

We walked into the court room, Vince turned around, waving as best as he could with handcuffed wrists. Sharise was instantly brought to tears as Tommy tried to console her.

“I’m gonna kick Nikki’s ass when I see him.” Mick told me as we sat down in the back, shortly the session began.

I let out a huge sigh of relief as the judge got up from the chair, the jury shortly following. In some way, shape and form, Vince would be a free man after thirty days in the county jail, I couldn’t believe it. Julian had used his charm and his slick way with words to basically give him a get out of jail free card.

Vince was quickly allowed to give us all a hug before he was taken away, “Where’s Sixx?” He asked, I just shook my head and gave him a weak smile.

“I’ll see you soon.” Julian said to Vince, as Vince gave him a huge hug, thanking him without having to use his words because that would diminish his pride.

A police officer took Vince away, “How did you even manage that? Only thirty days? I don’t believe it.” Tommy was shocked as much as we all were, “What can I say? I have a way with my words.” Julian said, his eyes quickly darted to me, “Man, let’s go back to the house and fucking celebrate.” Tommy said, wrapping his arm around Julian’s broad shoulders.

“Common Van!” Tommy shouted, pulling me to his side as we walked out of the courtroom.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to be as far away from everyone as possible. I could slowly feel myself zoning out from the real world. Has time stopped yet?

“Vanity.” Mick snapped me out of my thoughts, gently tugging me away from Tommy, him and Julian continued chatting. “Are you doing okay?” Mick asked, a concerned look plastered across his face, “Yeah, I’m good Mick.” I said, putting my hand on his chest, giving him a reassuring smile.

I knew he didn’t believe me, as the same stoic look never left his face, “Y’know you’re a horrible liar...you haven’t been very good at it for as long as I’ve known you.” He replied, I bit my lip as I felt the unbearable lump in the back of my throat come to life again.

“I....Julian...he just...” Mick intently watched as I stuttered over my words. “It wasn’t good was it?” He questioned, finally I looked him in the eye, “It was bad, so fucking bad, Mick.” I told him, feeling the burning sensation in my eyes.

“I knew he would help you guys out, that’s the only reason I called him. I didn’t want anything to happen to the band.” I wiped my face with the palm of my hand.

“Vanity, fuck the band. Don’t ever fucking put your happiness aside for someone else, look at you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Mick responded, but I was quiet.

“You let me know if he tries anything, you got it?” He warned, I quickly nodded. “Common dudes! Let’s go!” Tommy walked up to us as Julian was on the phone, steadily keeping his eyes on me.

*a few hours later*

“Give it up Tommy, you lost yet again.” I said, wiping the remaining beer from lip. Him and I have been shotgunning beers back to back, seeing who could finish first and like always, I always came out victorious.

“Fuck that, I’m not loosing to a girl.” Tommy said, putting another beer can in my hand.

“If I win, you gotta do coke off her tits.” Tommy said, pointing to the busty groupie that had been on his hip all night, “Fine, and when I win of course?” I questioned him.

“If you win, I’ll do coke off her tits.” Tommy replied with a boisterous laugh, there was never a dull moment with him, plus I think he would of done coke off her tits even if he didn’t loose anyways.

“Ready, set-“ She was interrupted when Nikki shoved her out of the way, taking the beer from my hand, “Hey dickhead! That’s mine!” I shouted, “T-bone, if I loose, I’ll do coke off of Vanity’s tits, and if you win you can do it to her.”

Both mine and Tommy’s eyes almost popped out of our skulls, “Um no you won’t!” I told him, “Wanna bet?” Nikki replied with a smile on his face, “Fuck yeah dude! You’re on!” Tommy agreed,

“Tommy!” I was in disbelief, but still trying to suppress my laughter, “Better start taking off that shirt Doll!” Nikki teased.

“Ready, Go!” Tommy chimed off as they both began to shotgun the beers.

Apart of me was wanting Nikki to win, but the other part of me was wanting Tommy to win because the dissatisfaction that Nikki would have would be priceless.

“In your fucking face T-bone!” Nikki yelled over the blaring music as he crushed the can and threw it at his bare chest. “Yeah, Yeah whatever.” Tommy replied giving Nikki the middle finger.

“A bet is a bet Van...chop, chop.” Nikki turned his attention me as he pulled a vial of white powder out of his pocket.

“You’re lucky we’re friends.” I told him as I took off my shirt leaving me in a red lacy bra. I hopped up on the pool table, laying on my back as Tommy and Nikki stood over me.

“Don’t make T-bone suffer, he can have some fun too.” I smirked, looking at Tommy whose eyes were as huge as a kid walking into a candy store for the first time.

Nikki put a line of coke across my chest, Tommy held one nostril closed as he snorted it off of me making a laugh come out of me. He trailed his finger across my breast to collect the remaining residue before licking his finger. “Fuck yeah dude!” Tommy yelled, running his fingers through his long curly hair.

Nikki gave me a smirk, he evened out a bigger line across my chest, he quickly snorted it up before dragging his tongue across my body to collect the rest of the dust, sending shivers down my spine.

I bit my lip, as his lips trailed up to my neck before putting them on my own and planting a kiss.

“Well what’s going on here?” I detached my lips from Nikki’s, tilting my head back and seeing an upside down Julian.

I pushed on Nikki’s chest to move away from him, sitting up from my previous position on the pool table. Nikki stood in between my legs, as he eyed Julian. They haven’t officially met yet. “Julian, right?” Nikki said, quickly looking at me. I gave him a nod of affirmation.

“Yeah man, nice to meet you.” Julian extended his arm to Nikki for a handshake. “Nikki.” He replied, firmly grabbing his hand.

“Vanity...does your mom know what you’re up too?” Julian asked, but I ignored him, “Yeah, man she knows only cause I told her myself .” Nikki laughed, placing his arm around me.

“So is he your boyfriend Vanity?” Julian asked, “No, even if he was it isn’t any of your business.” I snapped at him, turning my head to the side to look at him, but I immediately regretted it.

I saw that cold, unbending look in his eyes when I spoke out against him. As long as I had someone in between us, I could say whatever I wanted to him, right?

“So now you just let any guy touch you? When did you turn into such a whore?” Julian said, “Hey man watch your fucking mouth.” Nikki fought back, stepping away from me.

I quickly grabbed his arm as Nikki walked over to him, “Nikki, please don’t.” I begged him as I tried pulling him back.

“You’re sipping on my fucking booze, at my fucking party, getting a paycheck from my fucking band and you wanna disrespect my girl?” The bass in Nikki’s voice had dropped, and I was trying my best to keep him away from Julian. My eyes scoured the party for Mick or Tommy but I couldn’t see them anywhere.

“Your band would be dead if it wasn’t for me.” Julian said. I recognized the drunk anger oozing out of him.

“Nikki he’s drunk, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.” I told him, but his gaze was fixated on the man behind me.

“Your girl? Please...” Julian continued, his words were slurred, “She knows deep down, she’ll never be able to forget me. The way I made her feel, she ever tell you about me?”

I felt Nikki ease up a tad when I wrapped my hand around his bicep and stood next to him, “She doesn’t talk about you, so how about you tell me why she won’t tell me.” Nikki demanded.

“Alright man, I fucking loved her, I still do love her. And when she called asking for my help, I just couldn’t tell her no.” I rolled my eyes as complete udder lies escaped his lips.

“She was the the love of my life, I just wanted her to be happy with me. But she’s so accustomed to a certain life style, nothing I ever did was good enough for her, and God damnit Vanity I tried to give you the world.” I glared at him as he was lying straight to my face, but most importantly he was lying to Nikki.

“Back then, I didn’t have the money or the power her parents would want from a man to be with their daughter.....she was spoiled rotten growing up, some would call her a brat. But I still wanted her, and then I got her and that still wasn’t enough for her.” I scoffed, “Oh Julian stop fucking lying!!” I shouted at him, “Vanity.” Nikki sternly said my name, “Sixx, you can’t possibly start believing this absolute bullshit that he’s saying.” I replied, stepping away and gawking at him, but he didn’t say anything to me, instead his attention went back to him.

I couldn’t fucking believe Julian would stand here and feed him these lies. But then again, I could believe it.

“See Nikki, Vanity just loves to play the victim, it’s what she’s good at. I took a lot of her verbal abuse at times all in the name of love. And yeah I’m not gonna lie to you, we would argue sometimes, but I was never able to control her...her anger would just blow through the roof.” He continued with his charm, I could tell Nikki was buying this.

“And then one night I came home, and found her in bed with another man.” Nikki moved away from me, staring at me in disbelief. “You fucking son of a bitch!” I lunged at him, starting to shove his chest, “You lying fucking bastard!!” I screamed in his face, while grabbing his cup of scotch out of his hand, throwing the liquid in his face.

Nikki quickly grabbed me, pulling me away, “Let go of me! I’m gonna fucking kill you Julian!!” Nikki wouldn’t let me go as I was frantically trying to kick Julian.

I was seeing red at this point, “She was on top of him, his hands were on her body, she was moaning his name instead of mine in my own fucking house, in my bed.” I could see the hateful smile that Julian was trying to hide from Nikki.

“Knock it off!!” Nikki shouted at me as pushed me away from him. His whole attitude towards me has changed.

“No, no...Nikki.” I said, putting my hands on the sides of his face, trying to get him to look at me. My heart was fucking breaking for some reason, even if him and I were just each other’s casual hook up I couldn’t have him believing Julian.

“So you do hop from one guy to the next! Guess that was a fucking lie too!” Nikki shouted as he aggressively removed my hands from him. “No, no, no....Nikki he’s lying! He’s lying about everything.” I tried consoling him but to no avail.

“I thought you were different, but you’re the same as the rest of these fucking skanks in here.” Nikki growled, shoulder checking me as he walked past me, disappearing somewhere into the crowd.

My attention turned to Julian as he started laughing, “I guess I hurt your boyfriends feelings, huh?” Julian continued to laugh at himself, “You son of a bitch.” I said, raising my hand up to slap him. Almost instinctively, he grabbed my wrist blocking the hit, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. How about we go somewhere a little bit more private.” Julian said, his grip on my wrist becoming tighter as he dragged me away from the party.

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Love Means Trouble: Chapter 2

Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drug consumption, mentions of smut and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 5,354 words

A/N: I’m really sorry for taking this long, but I’ve had a hard time writing this bit and suddenly in just one sit I wrote the triple of what I already had, fuck me... Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just communicate with me!

// Prologue // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter //

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Circe woke up with a groan, a hand immediately coming up to cover her eyes from the burning light that came through her curtains, every morning she seemed to realise how much she loathed the LA sun, especially when she woke up with a headache, a stuffy nose and a body both naked and sore. She removed her companion's arm from where it was lying on her stomach as she made up her mind to go pour herself some water and a glass of Jack, neat and on the rocks.

On her way out of the bedroom, she bent down to pick up her discarded panties and the red tube top she had worn the night before. She could care less about the man that was still sleeping on her bed, she had met him yesterday as he approached her halfway through Mötley's set and unlike with Nikki, she decided to give the poor man a chance, not like she was going to see his face ever again. Furthermore, she didn't even remember his name, it had slipped her mind as soon as it left his mouth, reason why she refrained from moaning his name -not like she felt like moaning out of pleasure last night.

Circe went up the stairs, her partner for the night -was his name Will? Or maybe Mike? Fuck who cares- trailing behind her like a lost puppy, his eyes noticeably glued to her ass, practically drooling and getting mildly hard from just the thought of getting to do what he pleases with that.

Circe wanted to have fun, but she could already tell that she had said yes to the wrong man, he reeked of selfishness under the 2 dollar cologne and cheap booze he had drunk that night; her last resort to help her have some fun was teasing, her expertise.

She took her time opening her door, not minding the insistence of the man behind her, in his intoxicated state he truly believed that thrusting upwards into her ass and kissing her neck was going to make her break, sweet thing he was just so painfully wrong, Circe pushed her ass back against him, earning a deep grunt, as she put the key in the lock, moving the key around before finally unlocking the door.

Once inside she didn't even mind turning the lights on, not like he'd let her, he swiftly -read aggressively- turned her around to face him, both hands travelling to cup her ass and push her forwards as to make their hips meet, making her feel his -disappointment of- excitement. This was going to be a long night and not one of the pleasing ones...

As she downed the glass of Jack in one gulp, she felt how a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her frame, a dissatisfied roll of eyes were her silent answer before she actually turned around to acknowledge the man before her. He was attractive, for sure, a strong nose, with a piercing set of eyes, they were a very common colour -quite like hers-, a dark shade of brown, but you could feel them on top of you as they held quite an intense flame to them; his lips were slightly pouty and a nice shade of rosé; and despite all of this nice characteristics she felt no real attraction to him whatsoever, what happened the night before wasn't meant to happen again, especially because she had no real fun, no orgasms, none, zip, zero, quite disappointing to say the least. So with an almost unnoticeable smirk, she broke the silence:

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Queue a slight bat of her eyelashes.

"You were? -cocky casanova eyes, ridiculous- Bet you want another go, right doll?" Airhead, she thought but kept her act up, her smirk becoming more prominent when she felt his hands travel downwards, tracing the small of her back and the curve of her ass as to rest comfortably there, both hands cupping, grabbing and pinching at will as he thrust upwards into her, Circe just faked a small moan.

"Yes, I was" she said, coming up with a small plan inside her pretty little head.

Looking downwards in false bashfulness, her hands trailing upwards from his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the messy hair that lingered there. Then she crooked her neck to face him completely, a small smile playing on her velvety lips; she leaned forward, her nose close to rubbing against his and as he moved to meet her halfway on a kiss, she moved her head back a bit, her smile transforming to an almost full Cheshire Cat grin, not like he actually noticed, such an airhead. He moved one of his hands to her hair, to coax her back in position; but Circe, having none of it, placed a single finger between them, laying it on top of his lips, ceasing his movements. Next thing, that same finger started to move south, pulling on his lip as she went; it crossed over his neck, down his chest drawing small figures on his sternum, then it moved down his stomach and as she reached under his navel she decided to stop, earning a soft hiss from the man.

"Aren't you going to do something, doll?" he demanded, but his voice broke in frustration, his eyes closed. Finally, her hand moved inside his trousers and as she closed in on him, she stopped once again, earning yet another groan of exasperation.

Before her hand had slipped underneath the clothing her face looked innocent, nearly angelic, but once he opened his eyes, he was almost certain he was gazing at the devil; she had a mischievous smirk on her lips and an equally wicked-looking spark shone brightly on her chocolate coloured eyes.

"I think it's quite late for you to be here...isn't it time you leave, sweet pie?" she said, a fake pout on her lips. She slightly tightened her grip on him before removing her hand and turning around, her back facing him.

"Are you really telling me to leave?" The man questioned in anger, placing himself in front of the brunette from, the countertop being the thing that divided them. He was clearly frustrated, his hard-on being a clear tell-tale of such fact this only made Circe feel better with herself.

"Yes, sweetie, I've got places to go to... and people will arrive here soon enough, I'm sure you don't want to give them the wrong impression" Circe said, the devilish smile never dropping from her lips as she placed a cigarette between them, lighting it up without breaking eye contact with the nearly naked man in front of her.

"You can come back some other day if you like..." she lied, as she started heading towards the man in front of her, her fingers dragging over the surfaces of the countertop and the walls as she made her way to him. She took a drag from her cigarette before connecting her soft lips against the man's, letting the smoke blow between their conjoined mouths, making a small moan drop from his lips.

"Fine" he answered as he broke the kiss, making Circe smile.

Circe then poured herself another glass of whiskey and sat on the couch in her small living room. As she watched how the man picked his clothes up from where they randomly lied on the ground, she switched between taking a puff out of the cigarette between her lips and taking a drink out of her glass; she laughed to herself enjoying the little show the man before her was putting up, his flustered cheeks and quick pace seemed hilarious to her as he continued his search. Soon enough she was met with an empty apartment.

She took that as the queue to pick up her own clothes and head to the bathroom, for she died to remove the dried sweat from her skin and whichever other dried fluid that lied on her. She decided to make a quick job out of it, not wanting to open the door for Tommy in just a towel.

Walking out of the shower naked not caring to wrap a towel around herself felt like a relief from the rising heat in LA, not really wanting the constriction of the fabric around her chest and aching to feel the soft breeze that managed to enter from her open window. She reached her closet, pulling out a pair of clean panties and a bralette out of a built-in drawer, then she picked out her favourite pair of overalls, the one she used whenever she painted. As she swiftly put on all of her clothes a knock on her front door made her rush even more, she was certain that she knew who was standing outside, Tommy waiting for his review of the previous night.

"It's open Tommy!" She yelled from her room, knowing the boy was soon to become impatient and she wasn't even close to the door to let him in properly.

"Hey, Ce!" yelled Tommy from the entryway, before closing the door behind him, "brought breakfast, thought you might want some."

"What did you bring?" Circe said as she adjusted her clothes, walking to her living room and as she looked up she found herself not only facing Tommy, but Vince as well, a small embarrassment infused blush crept up her face. "Hey, Vince."

"Hey" he muttered back, leaning over Tommy to take the food from Tommy's hands.

"Blueberry pancakes for me and waffles for you, you freak" Tommy answered Circe, earning a roll of eyes and a punch on the side of the arm.

"Waffles are better, just fucking admit it, you just have bad taste" Circe bit back, accepting the container that probably held her food from Vince's hands.

"Whatever, Ce" Tommy said, standing up in search of the maple syrup and forks for the trio.

"So... how did Tommy convince you to come, Vince?" Circe asked with a smile, "What was the cost? A Jack bottle? A baggie? Cause I know the price must be high."

"You don't actually believe that I wanted to see you?" Vince answered with a smug smile, draping an arm over the sofa he was sitting in. Just as Circe was opening her mouth to answer Vince, Tommy handed her a fork and wordlessly poured some syrup on her waffles.

"It's kinda hard to believe" Circe answered, covering her mouth as to avoid little crumbs falling out her mouth. She swallowed the bite she took and proceeded, "it's not like you don't love me, I know you do, but you never come see me" a smirk prominent in her lips, a joking glint dancing in her eyes.

"You've never invited me here, all your notes are for Tommy, sweet cheeks, no Vince, it's like you've forgotten about me" Vince bit back, a spark lit up in Vince's eyes, mirroring Circe's look.

"Oh, boo hoo" Circe mocked as she took another bite to her waffle.

"Stop bickering, you're like kids" muttered Tommy, making both Circe and Vince burst out laughing.

"Us kids? Oh, Tommy, sweetheart stop" Circe managed to get out between laughs, Tommy snorted out a laugh failing at the job of staying serious, joining them.

After the laughter died down, silence took its place, the only sound in the living room was the trio chewing on their food and Tommy's leg bouncing uncontrollably.

"Well, -Tommy gulped down his last remaining bit of pancake- what did you think of last night's gig?"

"It was so good -Circe extended the o's in so to punctuate her point- you did a fucking great job back there with the drums, man. And you Vince? You're giving the groupies a show up there, got them drooling and shit, just fuck one of them already."

"Already have, Ce" Vince said casually, making Circe laugh a bit.

"Of fucking course Vin, who cares about your girlfriend, right?" Circe answered, mischief in her eyes, making Vince roll his eyes and flip her the bird.

"What about you, Tommy? Getting laid?" Circe continued not before flipping Vince back, a grin on her face. Tommy didn't care to answer verbally, he just laughed, and Circe took that as a 'duh, yeah.'

Silence. "Anyways... when are you putting the album out, I need some new shit to listen in the car, man."

"Soon, I guess" answered Vince.

"We haven't gotten around to finding a studio to record it, nor a record label" Tommy added, shrugging.

"If you want me to help you I can, just let me connect you to someone or some shit" Circe said, abruptly standing up from her place before being pulled back down by Tommy.

"Don't worry about it, we'll get around to it, on our own" Vince said, calmly might I add.

"Kay, just offering you some help, though you can make up your own record label for this kind of shit" Circe said, putting both her hands up in defence, catching both guys eyes.

"You got a new tattoo?" Tommy said, grabbing Circe's arm, examining the new ink in his best friend's arm, when did she get it and how did he not notice it?

"Yup" she answered, popping the p.

It was a very simple tattoo, a snake that crawled down her arm to her hand, the head of the snake barely reaching the first bracelet of her hand and its tongue meeting her destiny line, the snake's body wrapped itself around one of Circe's old scars.

"That's so fucking cool, dude" Tommy said excitedly, a giant grin gracing his features, his elbow hitting Vince's side as to make him say something encouraging to the brunette.

"Yeah Ce, that's gnarly, man" Vince said with an honest smile, not meeting Circe's gaze, his eyes still examining the ink.

"Thanks, guys... So - Circe finally stood up- I'm going to try and do some work but you can stay if you like" she said, dusting off her overalls.

"Nah, we'll leave you to it" said Tommy, dismissing her with a hand movement.

Both boys stood up from her places, saying goodbye to Circe with a kiss on the cheek before a light went off inside her head.

"Hey dickheads, put the forks in the sink and fucking drop the rest of the shit in the garbage" she yelled from inside the apartment, earning an annoyed groan from both boys who for a moment thought they'd gotten away with leaving things as they were.

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More than just a few hours had passed since the two messy boys left Circe's apartment, leaving her alone to procrastinate on the work that was starting to pile up.

Currently, she was sitting facing the TV, a Roger Taylor interview playing on some random channel, she sighed quite loudly as she saw the blond man talking about his solo debut album, he looked quite strange standing up all alone in an interview, lacking the company of his bandmates, it was a strange thing to look at, to say the least.

With a shake of her head, she stood up to turn her TV off, finally deciding to address the things that were due to do. She went to the spare room in the apartment, an unfinished painting standing in the background of the room looking at her in judgement -almost. Yet another sigh escaped her mouth as she ruffled her hair, she headed back to the living room, bending down to the floor, deciding to put some music that could inspire her enough to finish her work. As she went through her vinyls her eyes were practically drawn to the bunch of Queen vinyls and the Fun In Space one, a smile slipped by her as she stared at the funny little alien on the cover reading a magazine of sorts with Roger's face stamped on it, she took it out of the pile as she made up her mind, the man was promoting the album, so why not play it and give it a chance. She slipped the vinyl out of its sleeve, walking to the player, her eyes quickly scanned through the selection of songs and as she lifted the needle to place the vinyl in place an insisting knock on her door cut her short.

As the knocks grew sharper and closer to one another Circe let out an exasperated yell:

"Coming! -then she followed it with an angry mumble- goddammit."

When she opened the door she was faced with a mess of brown hair and blown out hazel eyes, Tommy, again.

"Hey, Ce!" said the tall man quite excitedly taking a drink out of an uncapped bottle of Jack.

"Hey, Tommy, what are you doing here?... again" she said, snorting out a small laugh when Tommy practically choked on the drink from trying to answer her quickly.

"I'm here to invite you over to our party, you should come!!!" He replied, pointing at her with his index finger, the bottle tightly held by the other 4 fingers.

When Tommy moved his hand closer to Circe, she caught a sniff of the liquor he had been drinking, her throat quickly drying up and her mouth slightly watering at the thought of having more than a couple of drinks. Even though she had a bottle on top of her countertop she hated drinking alone and she wasn't up for buying another bottle anytime soon, the bottle of Jack she kept around was there for whenever she craved a small sip of a hard drink instead of a snort of coke, she drank it to help her artist block -despite it helping make it bigger, but who cares, right?.

"Oh, c'mon Ce!!! You can even fuck Nikki up or some shit" Tommy tried to convince the brunette in front of him, who's gaze shifted between the inside of her apartment and him.

"I don't know Tommy" she mumbled, she hated saying Tommy 'no' as much as she has been doing lately, but she had work to do and alcohol wasn't going to help.

"I-I-I can help you with your little game or something, please Circe" he continued, giving her his best puppy eyes as he started to wiggle the bottle of Jack in front of her face, mockingly almost. "I know you want some..."

"I do, but I need to finish this painting..." She weakly argued.

"You can finish it later, I've seen you do it before, c'mon Ce! Don't be such a bore" Tommy continued taunting her, finally she caved as she took the bottle from him, giving it a large gulp.

"No more drinks for me, I'm going with you for a bit and then I'm coming back to finish this shit" She said, walking inside her apartment, Tommy close behind her.

"Coke then?" He taunted with a lopsided smile, she just let out a laugh and a nod as she headed to her closet.

She quickly searched through the clothes, thinking about what to wear for their 'casual' party, taking in consideration the fact that Nikki was going to be there and if he was still up for a few more rounds of push a pull she had to look good to play the part. After a while, she finally settled on an old Generation X shirt that had gone under some alterations to make her fit her frame whilst being long enough to be considered a dress; Circe had cut off the sleeves of the shirt and the fabric around the neck, making it have a deeper neckline that showed a bit of her chest. Then she pulled out a pair of fishnet stockings and her high heeled ankle boots. To sum up her outfit she decided to go punk but glam, apparently.

After placing everything on her bed she turned to Tommy with her eyebrows raised high, who just stared back with a dopey smile.

"What?" He questioned, his smile never dropping.

"I have to change Tommy..." Circe mumbled in slight annoyance.

"So..." He teased, Circe just rolled her eyes, she knew she wasn't going to make him leave the room so she decided to undress with him on the room, it has happened before, so who cares, really.

"Like the outfit, Ce" Tommy mentioned as he passed her the stockings, not really minding the fact that his best friend was standing in front of him in just underwear. Circe just hummed and nodded in response while putting the stocking on.

The room fell in comfortable silence as Circe got dressed, Tommy handing her the clothes she required as he kept drinking from the bottle of Jack, soon enough Circe was done dressing up, deciding to put some make-up on her bare face. Heading to the bathroom she quickly came up with a simple look, not much had to be done, she was only putting on some black eyeliner to frame her eyes accompanying it with mascara, also she was going to brush up her eyebrows and paint her lips maroon.

"Done!" She said as she walked back to her bedroom, her hands messing up her curls a bit, adding a slight volume to them.

"Great, let's go" Tommy said, jumping off the bed.

As they both walked out the room and neared the door a thought popped in Circe's head.

"Want to do some lines before we head out, T-bone?" She said excitedly, grabbing Tommy by the wrist to cease his movements. At the mention of coke, Tommy's eyes lit up with a mischievous flame, a flame that mirrored Circe's.

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Once they arrived at the small apartment complex near the Whiskey, Tommy opened the window and let her in before he did, making a reverence as she stepped through. As soon as Circe was inside Nikki's eyes were quickly drawn to her in an almost magnetic manner, his gaze trailing up and down as he examined every bit of skin exposed, catching a small glimpse of a vine and a thorn around her thigh; a smirk was quickly rising up his features thinking that the brunette had come around on her own, without the ass from last night trailing behind her.

Nikki's excitement was quick to fall when he noticed Tommy entering the room right behind Circe, his long arm quickly wrapping himself around her shoulder's pressing her against her side.

"Play nice" Tommy whispered teasingly to Circe before walking away, making her smile.

Circe looked around the room, taking notes on the kind of people that hung up with these guys, realising that it was mostly a female population, some accompanied with their boyfriends -clear mistake to bring your girl at a rock star's house- and other by their friends. Without much thought Circe headed to the countertop that divided the itched from the living area, looking around to see what they were offering for drinks.

"Well, well, well, Tommy finally made you show the fuck up" Vince teased, leaning on the countertop, offering her a bottle of vodka.

As Circe's hands went to go grab the bottle, Vince pressed it to his chest. "Nah-ah, you're gonna drink it from the bottle and I'm gonna pour it"

Queue, Circe rolling her eyes." Just fucking do it" she said as her head bent backwards, her mouth hanging open waiting for Vince to pour some vodka in her mouth -so much for not wanting to drink.

"There we go, baby" Vince coaxed as he saw the brunette drink what he had poured down her throat.

"Thanks, Vince" she said, whipping her mouth as she jokingly winked at him.

"I was told by Tommy over there about your game plans for Nikki" Vince said, inching closer to Circe's face, he was smirking triumphantly.

"Well, Tommy should shut up about that, and you too, understood blondie?" She threatened, her eyebrows rising, he just huffed out a laugh.

"A'right" was all he said before leaving, making Circe roll her eyes yet again.

With a shake of her head, Circe decided that she had had enough of being inside the Crüe's apartment and that she desperately needed to have a smoke. As she walked past the band's table on her way out, she caught a glimpse of some cut lines perfectly laid out on top of a cymbal, making her stop in consideration. Said cease of movement caught Tommy's eyes, who just signed her to approach him.

"Want some?" Circe looked at the drummer with playfull eyes and then she nodded, "then have some"

Circe moved closer to Tommy, taking notice on the three pairs of eyes that followed her every movement. One pair looked at her with a knowing glance -Vince's; another pair analysed her every movement and was quick to connect the dots between Circe and Tommy, considering that he actually paid attention to him every once in awhile -Mick's; and the final pair of eyes were challenging and underneath that, jealous -Nikki's.

Tommy pulled Circe onto his lap, making her push down a giggle -so much for not wanting her to play this game; Tommy then grabbed the cymbal, placing it in front of Circe who was handed some rolled-up bucks by Vince. Her eyes scanned the lines, trying to figure out which one she wanted, settling for the one on the left; she placed down the rolled-up bucks by the end of the line, then she bent down to get her nose closer to it, finally snorting the white powder. It burned slightly, but not as much as it did the first time she had done it, it was almost a pleasing burn especially since she was aware of the effect that came afterwards.

Circe stood up from Tommy's lap, looking around the table to see everyone's reaction, though their expression hadn't changed much from how it was before. Dusting off her made-up dress, Circe returned to her initial course, outside.

Once outside a sudden breeze of air hit her face, making the alcohol she had just drunk along with the coke she just snorted take a harsher effect. She breathed out hoping that it would help clearing up her head, but how do you clear your head when the music from inside the apartment was really loud and the walls were thin enough that she even managed to hear the rocking of someone's bed. With a shake of her head, she started to pat around her waist hoping to feel the outline of her pack of cigarettes somewhere around the elastic of her stockings, but she was just faced with the outline of her clothes, making her groan in frustration.

"So much for not being a groupie, don't you think, babe?" A voice broke her out of her daze of annoyance, said voice dripped poison, but still offered her a cigarette, almost as if he had read her mind. Circe faced Nikki, both leaning on the railing of the 'hallway' as she took the cigarette, placing it between her lips, waiting for him to pull one out for himself so he could light her's up.

"Well, it is true, I'm not a groupie" Circe mocked, seeing as Nikki lit up her cigarette and then his.

"Are you sure? With that fucking show you put up inside I'd think otherwise" He mocked back, never breaking eye contact with the brunette.

"You call that a show? You ain't seen nothing yet, babe" Circe said with a smirk, breathing out smoke, "and I've only been here for not more than an hour..." She dragged out, earning a huffed-out laugh from Nikki.

"I'm sure of that" he added, taking a puff out of his cigarette, letting the smoke escape from between his lips, Circe's eyes drifting downwards for a second before locking eyes with him once more.

Nikki noticed the movement Circe's eyes made, causing a sneer to grace his features, it was his moment to make a move, it was his turn to play the cat instead of the mouse. He looked at the girl, his eyes slowly trailing from his face down to her exposed legs; the lack of proper lighting made it hard to distinguish her pupil from the iris- though it might also be from her current state-, he recalled from the night before that her eyes were a dark shade of brown, not chocolate-coloured nor coffee-coloured; her nose was mostly straight except for the slight crook at the very top, it was nearly unnoticeable but under deep examination, one could tell she had once broken her nose; her lips were painted the exact same shade as the last time he had seen her, a deep maroon shade that complemented her slightly bronzed skin and that gave the illusion of a fuller mouth, a mouth that he already desired to kiss and put in good use, not like he didn't enjoy the few words he had managed to get out of her, she was feisty and he liked it; when moving his gaze downwards he found himself looking at her chest a few freckles had been splattered on the skin, giving it a realistic touch, making it human; then his eyes moved to her left arm finally taking his time to look at the intrinsicate flower design that hid the figure of a woman, the flowers were of a strange combination, but the ones that he could actually tell apart were the roses from the others.

Nikki's gaze fell heavy on Circe's body, she felt naked underneath while being completely clothed and it thrilled her; she had an idea of what he was doing but that didn't stop the adrenaline from pumping through her system, expecting his next movement, knowing he was taking his time to take his well-deserved revenge on the brunette, she knew she was the mouse and she was willing to play, but she was still going to try to put up the fight -try being the keyword.

He moved off the railing, placing himself parallel to it, in front of Circe; then he walked towards her, Circe could feel her heartbeat accelerating as his hands were placed on top of the railing at her sides, his forearms grazing hers as she moved under his gaze. Circe removed the cigarette from her lips putting it out with the cold metal before throwing it out; her breathing that was once controlled by the intake of smoke was starting to become heavier, now she could take in his scent and it was intoxicating, he smelt like all things 'good', smoke, Jack and blood, he smelt like danger and she loved it.

Nikki removed his cigarette from his lips and mimicked Circe's movements, putting it off and throwing it out. Now, there was nothing between them, not like last time and it made her feel anxious, especially when he moved closer to her, their bodies practically pressing against one another. Nikki's face neared her's, he brushed their noses together and as his lips brushed against her's she took in a sharp breath causing him to let out a breathy laugh.

"What do you want me to do, babe?" Nikki whispered, moving from her face to her ear, rubbing the side of his face slightly against hers.

"What do you want to do?" Circe questioned back, trying to regain some power over this situation, reason why her hands moved up to Nikki's neck, her nails scraping the back of his head, pulling on the hair lightly.

Nikki didn't answer he just let out a frustrated huff, enjoying the feeling of her nails and hands were they laid, it was posessive, almost. He, then, moved his face back in front of her's, their gaze never braking and as he almost met her mouth, Circe closed her eyes, but the kiss never came, instead, Nikki nibbled on Circe's lower lip, a moan dropping from her before she could catch it.

Then he broke the trance they were in, pushing his body off of her's and walked back inside, leaving Circe heaving.

Two can play this game...

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TATMILB, CHAPTER 6

Penelope x Schneider, ODAAT. available on ao3 with extra author’s notes.

Chapter 6: Penelope and Schneider reveal their new relationship to Lydia and Alex, but Penelope decides not to tell Elena. When Schneider arrives to take Penelope out, he interrupts their videochat.

“Okay you two,” Lydia said before Penelope had even shut the door behind them all. She threw both arms out, a human barrier to any member of the family moving past her spot in the living room. “Tell me what is going on right now.”

“Abuelita? What’s going on?”

Alex’d had a good game, so while the silence on the way home was been tense, it didn’t prepare him for whatever was currently happening.

“That is what we are going to find out, Papito. Your Mami and Schneider, they are...I do not know what they are, but they are something. They have been keeping it a secret from us!”

“Keeping...what a secret?”

“They kissed! While you were at the bat.”

“Aw, man! I got a great hit off that last pitch. You missed it?” He looked at their guilty faces before catching up.

“Wait. You kissed?!? Like, the two of you?” He pointed to his mom. “You and Schneider?”

“Yes. Okay. Yes, we did.”

“We didn’t want the family to find out this way,” Schneider interjected, trying to take some of the pressure off her. She shot him a grateful look. Plus, what he was saying was true. Technically.

“Yeah. I know this might be a surprise, but Schneider and I are...dating.” She reached over and held his hand. “And I’m sure that you will both have lots of opinions about that, but we’re all free until dinner so you know what? Go for it. Let’s get it all out there.”

Schneider took the cushion next to her, their hands still clasped, and Lydia watched them for another moment before she shook her head.

“Eh.”

Penelope gaped at her mom as Lydia waved her hands dismissively and went into the kitchen to fix Alex a snack.

Even more alarmingly, her son looked ready to follow her. “Alex!” Penelope gestured at him, then at the floor near the couch, calling him back. “You don’t have anything you want to ask, or say?”

“Not really.”

“Oh. Okay.” She stared at Schneider, eyes wide and helpless.

“You’re not, I don’t know, surprised?” he ventured.

“No. Should I be?”

Alex, with the usual level of cool radiating off of him, shifted in his baseball cleats and rolled his eyes. “You’re always hugging and stuff, and you’re already in the family. It kind of felt inevitable.”

Lydia was vocalizing in the kitchen to mambo music, but she waved a wooden spoon in agreement with Alex’s words before returning to the stove.

As soon as Alex headed to his room to change and her Mami’s back was turned, Penelope snatched her hand away. What the hell was wrong with her family? What was she supposed to do with that reaction?

Schneider looked as baffled as she felt, and sat silently beside her, scrolling on his phone until dinner.

Lydia waited until the food was ready before she returned to the subject.

“So, mija. Does Elena know?”

“About--oh.” Nice job, Penelope. If you’re going to have a fake boyfriend, maybe try to make it seem like you remember that. “No, Mami, I haven’t told her yet. I didn’t want to tell her such big news in a text. It can wait 'til the next time we videochat.”

It could wait forever, she thought, shrinking from the very idea of that conversation. Alex was perpetually in his own world--as long as the people he loved were okay, he was content to leave them alone and do his own thing. But Elena had opinions. She was affected by the lives and the choices of everyone around her, and this involved two of the most stable adult presences in her world.

It had seemed like a much better idea before Penelope really thought about how it could rock Elena’s foundations. Telling her that her mom and Schneider were dating? Lying to her, to tell her that?

It was horrible.

Unless...what if Penelope said nothing at all?

Elena didn’t have to be baffled and shocked, or upset over being kept out of the loop like her Abuelita, if she never knew it was happening. The contract could be over before she came home from her semester away; she would hear about it secondhand and Penelope could explain it then.

The only other kind way to handle it would be to tell Elena the truth, Penelope knew, to make her the one person who knew it was all a sham.

Hi baby, how’s London? Have you seen the big clock yet? Is it really that big? Oh yeah, by the way, I’m dating Schneider now, in case your brother or your Abuelita happen to mention that in one of your texts or conversations.

Yeah, I know that sounds crazy. You probably feel really confused, but I have good news for you, it’s all fake!!

That’s right. It’s an elaborate conspiracy that Schneider and I came up with over ice cream and baseball because I wanted to avoid Max and he needed to make Nikki jealous.

She sighed and shook her head, tucking that conundrum away until Sunday, when she and Elena had already planned to talk. Maybe when they got on the call, she would know what to do.

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By the time her phone buzzed on Sunday evening, Penelope had begun to worry Elena wasn't going to call.

“Hey, Mom,” her daughter said, beaming through the tiny screen. “Sorry, I know I’m late. I just realized I got the time zones off--still working on that.”

“Baby, it’s fine. I'm just happy to see you. Tell me everything about your week. How are your classes? What have you gotten to see? What do you think of the food?”

Elena laughed. “Slow down! I can only answer one question at a time. Let’s see, my classes are good. Really interesting, a totally different style than I’m used to--but in a fun way. I’m still having to catch myself when I start to panic, about being so out of my element. I think I’m doing okay though.”

“That’s good. You’re supposed to have fun, not just try to ace your classes,” Penelope agreed. “Not that you should be aiming for less than acing your classes!”

Striking that balance between encouragement and adding to her daughter’s anxious tendencies was still a work-in-progress, Penelope thought to herself, smiling at Elena. “I miss you, mija.”

“I miss you too--all of you. We went on a tour this week,” she added, with no attempt at a segue.

It was refreshing to see Elena overflowing with excitement, unable to hold it all in--a welcome change from her glum mood since her breakup. Penelope nodded along.

“A tour of what?”

“Oh, well, it was with my Religious History class, so it was a lot of old religious buildings, mostly. Landmarks and functioning spaces. Alex would have hated it, there wasn’t a single good selfie backdrop. But I had a blast. We saw Southwark Cathedral!”

“Ah. Cool,” she said, trying to remember if she should know what that was.

“It’s from Doctor Who, Mom.” Elena’s quirked lips were patronizing, but only a little. “The Tenth Doctor was there in an episode, and I couldn’t believe how big it seemed even in person. You expect movie magic, you know? But it was just...really cool.”

The quiet awe in her tone carried through the videochat. Apparently her daughter was in fact picking up culture and independent experiences overseas, just like she was supposed to. Penelope ignored the pang of separation in response and focused on the pride underneath it.

“So you went to a Doctor Who church, where else?”

“It’s not a Doctor Who church, Mom, there’s no such thing. Though if there were, I’d seriously consider joining. Sadly, none of the other spots on the tour were show locations, at least not today. I’m pretty sure the exchange student group events will do more of the classic tourist stuff while we’re here. Which should cover some Who basics. Buckingham Palace, Tower of London, London Eye...”

She trailed off, looking away from the screen.

“Is somebody there? Do you need to go?”

“No.” Elena shook her head. “No, I’m fine. How are you, by the way? You aimed so many questions at me, I want to know what I’ve been missing.”

Penelope had already decided to keep the conversation focused on Elena, to avoid any slip-ups about her new arrangement with Schneider. But with the way Elena was focused slightly past her, eyes a little glassy, she had a good reason to now.

“You’re not missing anything, everything’s boring and the same here. Your Abuelita may be planning to turn your bedroom into a shoe closet, but I’ll hold her off until you get back. Don’t try to change the subject though--I can see you, Elena. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Mom. I just had a second where, well...the London Eye is one of Syd’s bucket list items. They--we--talked about it a lot. Before. I think seeing it on the tour with the other exchange kids is going to be hard.”

She held back a sympathetic sigh, remembering how much it hurt to lose someone at Elena’s age. Even her last adult breakup was so hard that it was still haunting her.

“Oh, honey, I understand. Breakups come with moments like that, I promise. It’s normal.”

“I really would rather talk about anything else. Please.”

”Okay.” It had been so easy for her Mami to make Penelope’s relationship woes worse without even meaning to, when she was a teenager. Now that she was the mom, treading lightly was the best she could do. “Why don’t you tell me about the food, then?”

Elena was in the middle of describing a dinner she’d had at a pub called The Ivy House when Schneider opened Penelope’s bedroom door.

”Hello, privacy!” she snapped at him, tugging a throw blanket over her toes as though he’d caught her in a compromised position. Really, she was just startled. Schneider never knocked on the front door but he still knocked on her door, most of the time. He wasn’t completely oblivious to boundaries.

”Hello, person who didn’t respond to my texts,” he replied, unfazed. “Hello, Elena.”

”Hey Schneider.” She waved across the continents, matching his grin.

”In case it escaped your attention,” Penelope pointed out, “I haven’t replied to--or read yet--your texts, because we were busy catching up.”

”Well, it’s not like you told me,” he said. “Six messages, Pen. I thought maybe you were standing me up.”

She froze, aiming her coldest look his way but keeping it below a glare that Elena could catch long-distance and wonder about.

“Ha, very funny. Of course I’m not standing you up,” she said, hoping Elena would interpret that to mean if I were, it could mean we’d planned a date, which is a funny and impossible idea while Schneider would know she meant something else entirely.

”Hey, gimme the phone,” he said, ignoring Penelope’s careful parsing of words and taking her pocket-sized daughter right out of her hands.

”How’s life in jolly old England?” Schneider asked Elena, his gaze flicking to Penelope, who started gesturing wildly as soon as Elena was out of sight.

Do. Not. Tell. Her. She mouthed, punctuating the words with a mimed zipping of her lips. He watched her and then went back to chatting with Elena with no reaction at all, leaving Penelope panicking. Leave it to Schneider to let the secret out. It would be even worse if Elena found out from him when Penelope had completely avoided the subject, wouldn’t it? Maybe she should come clean now, while he was there. Safety in numbers.

”Yeah, your mom and I are gonna go grab dinner,” she heard him say, and she squeezed her hands into fists, calming down on purpose. “There’s this place on Sunset I wanna try.”

”It’s a vegan hipster place, isn’t it?” Elena fake-groaned through the phone, like he was still the most embarrassing adult she had ever met. “Schneider, organic local food is fantastic, but you have got to start looking outside the box for places that aren’t trendy. You know where I had dinner last night?”

Penelope took advantage of that moment to snatch her phone back. “And as I’ve heard this story already, I think now might be a good time to say goodnight, honey. You can talk Schneider’s ear off about the superiority of legacy recipes and family-owned bars another time. Preferably while I am very far away.”

”I’ll have you know, though,” Schneider interjected, leaning over so his face was partly in the frame next to Penelope’s, “that we’re getting Italian tonight. Your mom has very kindly agreed to give me her opinion cuz I’m still trying to find a new Italian fave ever since La Vite Blu had that little rat problem.”

”Ew, your old favorite place used to have rats?” Elena shuddered.

”No, not rats like the animal. It had ties to the mob, apparently--somebody told the authorities, and bing bang boom, no more La Vite Blu.”

”You are so weird.” Elena swallowed hard, offering them a slightly trembling smile. “You guys have fun at dinner though, okay? If you like it, maybe I can come with next time, when I’m back. I miss you.”

”We miss you too.” Schneider put his arm around Penelope and she leaned back against it a little, comforted. Her baby was so far away, and not all the way grown yet after all.

”Call or text if you need anything, okay? And keep checking in. I love you, Elena.”

”Love you too, Mom. Bye, Schneider.”

The screen went dark, before lighting back up to tell Penelope that she had six text messages.

”Jeez, you weren’t kidding. You know where I live, Schneider...obviously,” she added, gesturing around her bedroom. “There was no need to freak out because it took me a minute to get back to you.”

”I wasn’t freaking out.” He walked away, his voice carrying back to her as he headed for the living room. “I was just trying to make sure we were still on the same page.”

She followed him, still annoyed but unable to articulate why. Was it the barging into her room? Because that was rare, but not unprecedented. Was it the way he told Elena about dinner? Because Elena’s comment about joining them made it seem like she’d missed any possible date implications. And when Penelope thought back, all Schneider said was that they’d be eating dinner together. They did that all the time.

”Well, I have to get ready,” she said, emerging from the hallway to find him standing next to the dining room table.

There were flowers sitting on it. Once he realized she was there, Schneider picked the bouquet up off the table and held it out. “For you.”

“Uh. Thanks.” She glanced around them, then stared back down at the flowers. “You know, nobody can see your romantic gesture, right? Kinda ruins the public effect.”

“Well, it would be a little weird if we walked into the restaurant together and then I handed them to you. But it’s our first date. It seemed appropriate.”

Now he was watching her, she could feel it. Trying to tell if she was about to get upset over his attempt at a nice gesture, Penelope guessed. Her temper tended to hit him harder than the members of her family who shared her quick moods.

She gave in to the desire to lift them to her nose, breathing in for a long moment. They smelled like springtime, if it were springtime in a Disney movie. Sweet, but also earthy.

“I love them,” she said honestly. “Thank you.”

Schneider beamed, bouncing on his heels a little. “You’re welcome.”

“Okay,” she decided, “now I have to get ready and I have to put these in a vase. Give me a few minutes, okay?”

“No problem.”

Schneider sat on her couch in her empty apartment, perfectly at home while Penelope arranged the flowers in the family’s only vase. She was already trying to decide what to wear, now that his flowery touch had her feeling a competitive need to up her own standards. Her mind was so focused on the contents of her closet that she didn’t stop to read the card tucked into the bright bouquet.

Whatever nerves she was now feeling about their first fake date night, it didn’t seem like Schneider shared them. Penelope was pretty sure that as she went back to her room, she heard him pulling up a video on his phone about London’s best lesser-known pubs.

#alvareider #one day at a time #odaat #penelope x schneider #to all the men i've loved before #penelope alvarez #schneider #lydia riera #elena alvarez #alex alvarez #odaat fic #alvareider fic #my fic

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years ago

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am i more than you bargained for yet? // charlotte&lola

Summary: In which Tommy takes his cousin to the gig that changes his life, and Lola is terrible at first impressions.

A/N: Charlotte is @missleenmilliet ‘s and I’d die for her. This is an AU for Chapter 7 of RTP, when Nikki and Lola meet Tommy for the first time.

“Fuck, man, I wish I wore my black lipstick that you - hey,” Tommy’s all kinds of jumpy as he and Charlotte are finally let into the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, “can I borrow yours?” And now he’s tapping at her shoulder, at the leather jacket that had once been his that she’d since refused to return, asking after the bright crimson lipstick she had in her pocket.

“No way, dude, I know where your mouth has been,” Charlotte frowned a little, getting jostled by the crowd as she made her way to the bar; Tommy’s flushing, a little put-out and trying to protest, but Charlotte stops dead turning on him, her mouth pressed into a flat line, “you can’t say shit until you sound-proof that god-awful van of yours.” She’s off again, and he’s at her heels like the puppy he not so secretly is, trying to keep up with his cousin.

“That god-awful van got us here!” He protested, and finally he and Charlotte find themselves in line at the bar, waiting side by side. Charlotte visibly shudders at the thought, but doesn’t comment.

The band’s doing a sound check and the crowd are buzzing with anticipating; only ten minutes until they’re slated to start. She flashes a smile, and a glimpse of her cleavage at the bartender and in turn he doesn’t ask to see her ID as she bought drinks for the both of them.

With drinks in hand, Charlotte looks to find a place to loiter, and finds standing room at the other end of the bar, and Tommy follows. The crowd, now that Charlotte can get a proper look at them, is a mix of cookie-cutter groupies, guys who looked almost exactly like Tommy, and people who looked like they would fit right in on stage, as the band themselves were pretty hard core, all black leather and denim and eyeliner, their hair dark and huge and imposing. Tommy was practically wetting himself, he was so excited.

“Dude, these guys are the best, like you wouldn’t believe!” He crowed, eager to wax poetic to Charlotte before they’d even started. Charlotte, for her part, had been on the receiving end of Tommy’s fangirling more times than she’d ever care to count; she’d forgotten more about LA’s music scene than almost anyone else could even hope to learn. They’ve been to various shows together, but these guys were one of Tommy’s favourite, and she’d always been busy when he was going to see them.

“London, right?” Charlotte asks with a slight smile, watching Tommy seem to inflate with disbelieving outrage.

“Charlie!” He bemoaned her, “it’s like you don’t even listen to me.” He was flighty and over excited, probably too much so for his own good, but Charlotte nudged him in the ribs, giving him a toothy smile.

“Their name was on the marquee, of course I know who they are,” and she continued before he could get a word in edgewise, though her tone did turn just a little teasing, “and they’ve got Nikki Sixx on the bass, can you believe it Charlie?" She mimicked him, his wide-eyed enthusiasm, “After Sister I thought he and Blackie were done for as bandmates!” She paused, taking a smug swig of her drink before adding, “of course I listen to you.”

Tommy pouts at that, but Charlotte wraps him in a one-armed hug. Somewhere further along the bar, Charlotte thinks she sees someone smirking at their interaction, but the woman turns back to face the band before she can be sure; all she knows is that the girl has more piercings in her one ear than every woman in Charlotte’s entire family has collectively.

The gig is... a lot more than she’d been expecting. The music hit hard with a bass line she could always seem to feel in her veins, and maybe her appreciation for the music, for an objectively talented musician, makes the bassist himself, with all his hair, and his sharp-teeth, wolf-like smile, a little bit hotter. But that was to be expecting; the on-stage fight was a pretty new occurrence for Charlotte.

One moment the bassist is saying something to the singer that the crowd can’t quite hear over the instruments, and then the singer’s biting back, and the music crashes to a halt as the singer punches first. The crowd are jeering, amped up and excited, and Tommy’s right there with him, surging forward to the dance floor, like he’s hoping to get blood on him, but it doesn’t take long for the guitarist and drummer to break them apart.

“You should have kicked his fucking ass, Nikki!” It’s the girl that Charlotte had spotted earlier, grinning, standing on the bar, glowing with schadenfreude at the singer’s expense, who in turn tells her to shut up. She flips him off, practically electric, cracking her knuckles in anticipation - who in the fuck is she? A groupie? It didn’t matter, the gig didn’t go on much longer after that.

Tommy’s vibrating like he’s about to ascend to another plane of existence by the time they leave the club.

“That rocked!” He exclaimed, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets as he and Charlotte headed back to where his van was parked.

“Because of the fight- ?”

“Obviously because of the fight! That was so fucking cool! Did you see the way Nikki fuckin’ decked him?” Tommy’s mouth was running a mile a minute, but Charlotte’s pretty sure there’s a fight happening in the alley by the club’s back door. She insists that she’s hungry to try and distract Tommy, who was bursting with suddenly restless energy.

They end up driving to an all night diner further up The Strip, and it’s full of groupies for bands who don’t hit half as hard as the one they’d just seen, and right after they’re lead to a booth, Tommy’s stopped dead, silent and still for the first time all night.

“Dude,” he taps Charlotte’s shoulder, trying to get her attention, “dude!” He’s more insistent this time, but then he seems to realise how weird and obvious he’s being, because he slides into their booth, and Charlotte follows suit, amusement written all over her face.

“Dude?” She asks, and Tommy’s looking over his shoulder, eyes wide.

“Dude.” He mutters back as confirmation, and Charlotte follows his gaze. There, sitting on the other side of the restaurant, sits the bass player from London, Nikki Sixx, sans his stage makeup, but recognizable nonetheless.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Charlotte asks, actually smiling now, though she picks up the menu and tries to not look like she’s looking. Tommy turns back to her, nodding and trying to act like he’s not as excited as he so clearly is.

“That’s him.”

At Charlotte’s gentle insistence, Tommy gets up, approaches the bass player and personal hero, and she watches with fond amusement as her cousin flounders through an introduction. Tommy’s face reads regret, as he casts a gaze at Charlotte. Glancing between him and Nikki, Charlotte looks back at him and raises her eyebrows in silent question. Tommy jerks his head to the table Nikki was currently sitting at, a silent answer.

Charlotte joins them just as an older waitress passes Nikki a little bottle of JD and a glass of coke, and Charlotte’s confidence dissolves into concern when she realises there’s a third occupant at the table, a dark-haired person who looks to be asleep on the table.

“Are they okay?” Charlotte asks tentatively, and the waitress grumbles.

“Just bleeding all over my table.”

Nikki cuffs the figure on the back of the head at that, and Charlotte hesitantly slides into the booth beside Tommy. The figure lifts their head, to show how her nose was bleeding rather profusely, enough to trail down her lips, chin, and the sleeve of her leather jacket where she’d been leaning, onto the table. The second thing Charlotte notes is the considerable bruise on her forehead, and the bleariness of her eyes.

“Hey, are you alright?” Charlotte asks, and the woman levels a stormy, if glassy gaze, at the blonde. Even in the unflattering fluorescent of the diner, with the woman decked out in black leather and spikes and blood, she’s the single most intimidating woman Charlotte’s ever seen. Her first words to them don’t exactly help that matter.

“Fuck you,” but it’s gravelly, as if she’d actually just been asleep, which is enough to have Charlotte’s eyebrows rising in surprise, but the woman doesn’t stay fixed on Charlotte for long, instead turning to Nikki, “fuck you too. Napkin.” She held out her hand, and he gave a thin smile in return, handing over a wad of napkins.

“Nikki,” Nikki seems to ignore the girl as she cleans herself up after that, and holds out his hand to Charlotte. The other is holding a bloody bandage, and there’s the faintest trace of blood by his nose. Charlotte deciedes to give the pair the benefit of the doubt; they’d had a rough night it seems. She gives him a sharp smile and shakes his hand.

“Charlotte.”

And there’s that wolfish smile he’d worn on stage, and he gives Charlotte’s hand the slightest squeeze before letting go.

“You’ll have to forgive Lola; she’s -” and he looks like he’s on the verge of saying something snarky, but for the barest moment, as he looks at her, his expression softens, “had a rough night.” Is what he says instead.

“Lola.” Tommy turns the name over in his mind, like he recognises it, like he recognises her, watching as she wipes the blood from her face. Lola, on the other hand, does not look up. “You’re the chick from the bar,” he says it a little incredulously as it clicks in his mind, and Charlotte’s gaze immediately follows him to Lola, who’d finally given him her attention, though Tommy turns to Charlotte, “this is the chick who yelled at the singer, you remember?”

“The one with all the ear piercings?”

“All the -” and when Tommy looks back, his voice dies in his throat. Lola’s watching Charlotte this time, pupils wide and shiny, a little unfocused. It takes Charlotte all of two seconds to realise that Lola’s absolutely off her face. “Lola Gone and Nikki Sixx. Holy shit.” Tommy mutters, not seeming to realise and then he’s back to being a ball of excitement as he explains that Lola’s a well known roadie around the strip.

Lola, at the very least, has stopped frowning, which is probably due to Tommy’s infectious enthusiasm, and though she still seems pretty out of it, she’s content with being quiet and watching Tommy twirl his drumsticks.

When Tommy’s waffles come out, Charlotte’s laughing and nudging him in the ribs, but Lola’s eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Dottie!” She calls after the waitress,practically launching herself over Nikki to the aisle, to watch the woman turn and purse her lips. Lola gives a toothy grin, “can I get what he’s getting?” She asks, sounding much younger than she looked, and the aging waitress can’t help the slight smile.

“Of course, Miss Lola.”

And Lola sits back in her own seat, content, listening to Tommy and Charlotte and Nikki talking about music, about the band Nikki wants to make, and how, if Tommy was as good as he says he was, he should come over the next day. Okay, Lola misses that bit, but by then she’s eating waffles like her life depends on it.

When they go to leave, Lola seems to be coming down, has gone back to unsmiling and stoic, holding a bag of frozen peas to the bruise on her forehead.

“Can I ask how you got that?” Charlotte asks, the four of them on the pavement outside of the diner, Tommy and Nikki trading numbers a few feet away. Lola fixes Charlotte with a flat stare.

“You know that asshole singer?” She asked, and Charlotte nodded once, “he punched me in the fucking head,” Charlotte’s eyes widened as she looked at the rather angry looking bruise, but Lola wasn’t done, “he hit me hard enough that I faceplanted into the side of his van.”

“Oh, shit,” is all Charlotte has to say, but Lola gives a smug smile.

“You should see the other guy.”

And Charlotte has absolutely no idea what to make of her.

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #Tommy Lee #tommy lee imagine #nikki sixx x oc #tommy lee & oc #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue #motley crue imagine #lola & charlotte #the angry lizard writes

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valentines-in-london · 6 years ago

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I Need Fire (Part 9)

Gif by @looks--that--kill

Authors Note: Our lovebirds are back together and it’s Chrismas time! I hope you enjoy this chapter, I really enjoyed writing it! Your feedback is always welcome, I’m like tinker bell feedback gives me life haha!! Word Count: 6,097 Warnings: candy floss fluff, sex talk (but not graphic) Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic If you’d like to be added please let me know! Previous Chapter Master List

Chapter 9

The next day Rayne stood outside the studio where she said goodbye to Tommy almost a month ago. The weather still hadn’t warmed up, as it was still morning, so Rayne stood on the corner wrapped up in one of Tommy’s leather jackets. She couldn’t believe the day was finally here, she’d made it through one month without feeling his embrace. In a way she was happy about their separation because it proved to her that she could be apart from him and not wither away, which the more dramatic part of her sometimes thought she would.

Rayne’s head perked up when she saw the bus turn the corner and head towards where she and Jo were standing. She smiled so wide she could feel her cheeks starting to hurt. It felt like an eternity for the bus to finally stop and make its way to the curb in front of the studio but when the bus was put into park and the door opened the first person off was the one she wanted to see most.

Tommy jumped from the top stair down to the concrete pavement in one quick movement and rushed to wrap his arms around Rayne. He gripped her like he was afraid she would disappear and Rayne returned the embrace and she soon felt her feet leave the ground. Remaining in silence Tommy gently rocked back and forth, moving his chin from off her shoulder to face Rayne gazing into her eyes. The two shared a smile before their lips met in a tender kiss. Rayne cradled Tommy’s face in her hands as the two pulled away from each other. “My beautiful fiery girlfriend.”

“My beautiful romantic boyfriend.” Rayne smiled back at Tommy as he put her back down on the ground.

“You are real right?” Tommy laughed running his fingers through Rayne’s red hair. “I dreamt about you every night.”

“Oh I’m very real.” Rayne nudged Tommy’s nose with her own. “I’m sure they were nice PG rated dreams right?”

“Oh they most definitely were not.” Tommy laughed while his hands traveled down her back and giving her ass a squeeze. “Let’s grab my bags and we can head back to the condo.” Rayne nodded and the two made their way to collect Tommy’s bags. Tommy said his goodbyes to the tour bus driver before giving a quick goodbye to the band and Doc.

Tommy and Rayne walked into the condo fifteen minutes later. Both of them dropped the dufflebags that the two of them were shouldering down on the floor. Tommy’s eyes drifted to the kitchen counter, “Is that a Charlie Brown Christmas tree?”

Rayne laughed hiding her face, “Yeah. I love Christmas and couldn’t bear to see the place without some decorations. So I got us stockings and some lights strung up in the bedroom.”

“You’re adorable.” Tommy smiled down at her. “Why don’t we get a real tree?”

“Really?” Rayne’s eyes lit up, “I’ve never had an actual Christmas tree before. Jo hates cleaning up the pine needles and watering it. And my family didn’t really celebrate Christmas as a kid.”

“What? That’s like against the law or something.” Tommy was shocked at her revelation.

“Yeah it’s not a big deal.” Rayne shrugged it off.

“Then it’s settled, tomorrow we get a tree, and some lights and ornaments because I don’t have any of that.” He gave Rayne a quick peck on the lips.

“Tomorrow? Why not today?” Rayne questioned before squealing as Tommy picked her up suddenly.

“I’m not leaving this house for the rest of the day or night. We’ve only had sex in the bedroom, which means we still have the kitchen, the living room, the outside patio and the bathroom. That means we have lots of rooms to christen.” Tommy teased.

“The outside patio? Tommy we are not fucking outside, we have neighbors.” Rayne pointed a finger at Tommy.

“You said you wouldn’t fuck me in a public bathroom either and that changed.” Tommy quickly kissed Rayne hovering over her.

“No, no! We did not fuck. You hand cuffed me in the stall…” “And I got you off so well on my fingers you actually squirted, for the first time ever I might add.” Rayne rolled her eyes. “Am I wrong?” Conceding her defeat Rayne admitted, “No.”

“Just be wild baby. I think you really want to be, but are too afraid to let it go. Who gives a fuck if our neighbors see us fucking? I want them to, they can be jealous because I’m the one who gets to fuck you and no one else.” He winked at her.

“Charming Tommy.” She laughed wrapping her arms around him before adding playfully, “I’m more than just a piece of meat you know!”

“Oh I know that baby. Your personality and heart are why I love you, the fact that you’re a beautiful sex goddess is just a very nice added bonus.” Tommy ran his finger up and down her neck until he hooked it under her chin lifting her head up. “I’d love to make up for lost time, if you’ll have me.”

Rayne lifted her head and captured Tommy’s lips in a passionate kiss. “I’ll have you.” Rayne winked before grabbing Tommy’s collar and dragging him towards the couch in the living room.

After checking off two places on their “condo bucket list” the two took a small nap before they both woke up a tangled mess of sheets. Tommy grinned and started massaging Rayne’s scalp making her moan at his touch. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” Tommy whispered reaching for his pack of cigarettes with his free hand taking one and offering a second to Rayne. He effortlessly lit both with his lighter. “You especially learn how special this is when you share a room with Nikki every single night for a month.”

Rayne laughed, “Well I’m glad I can pull rank over Nikki in that department. I definitely think I had it easier in that regard, I just had to listen to a moaning Jo.”

“Yeah I’d rather listen to that.” Tommy nodded his head before Rayne smacked him on the chest. “You perv!”

“What? I’d rather hear a girl moaning while getting off than a farting, puking Nikki any day of the week.” Tommy said so innocently before turning to Rayne. “I could listen to you moan and scream all day every day. It’s one of my favorite sounds. We might have to put you on a record one day.”

“What? No! Tommy you’re crazy. That won’t happen.” Rayne shook her head as Tommy began pushing himself off the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I totally spaced dude, I have something for you.” Tommy got up and Rayne watched as his naked form disappeared from sight.

“God Tommy you got a pair of chicken legs. I’ll gladly give you some of mine if you want it.” Rayne called out, resting on her side.

“Nope, you’re perfect the way you are. Everything about you should stay as is.” Tommy called from the living room, she heard his voice approaching and getting closer. When he came back in he held something behind his back.

“What do you have there?” Rayne narrowed her eyes as Tommy approached her on the bed. With a wide grin Tommy pulled out a long black box.

“Just something to show you I missed you.” Tommy replied softly sitting beside her.

“Tommy I know you missed me, you didn’t have to get me anything to show me that.” Rayne said genuinely, sitting up in bed grabbing the sheets to cover herself.

“I wanted to.” He spoke tenderly and Rayne lifted herself up to give him a kiss on the lips. She looked down at the box and Tommy slowly opened it causing her to gasp. She was looking at a beautiful silver necklace with a large sparkling star at the end. “I know Christmas is in a few days but I wanted to give this to you now.”

“Tommy it’s beautiful. I can’t accept that, I’m sure it cost a lot of money!” Rayne said, her voice no more than a hushed whisper. Tommy took it out of the box, holding it out in front of Rayne.

“You will accept it, for me.” Tommy grinned. “It’s the least I could do for you. May I?”

Rayne gently nodded her head, bringing her hair up in both of her hands exposing her neck and causing the sheet to fall and pool around her waist. Tommy leaned forward to bring the necklace around her neck and clasping it at the back. When he looked at her Rayne swore she had never seen anyone look at her like the way Tommy did, wish such love and adoration. He didn’t even need to speak he just let out a rush of breath and smiled brightly. “Tommy stop looking at me like that, you’re making me self conscious! I’m not good with receiving gifts as it is.”

“I just want to remember this moment forever.” Tommy smiled leaning in to kiss Rayne, slowly easing her back down onto the bed as he settled on top of her.

The next day the two found themselves dragging a Christmas tree into the condo, and pine needles dropped everywhere as they pulled it through the door. “Who would’ve thought a tree would need so much.” Tommy huffed as he dropped the tree on the floor.

“Well when you have to buy everything new, yeah. We needed a tree stand, ornaments, tree lights, a star, and your damn tinsel.” Rayne laughed grabbing the various bags of necessities for the tree she had brought up before they hauled the thing in.

“But the tinsel was so shiny.” Tommy smiled innocently.

Rayne returned his smile, she had always wanted a real Christmas tree just like in all her favorite movies. She knew it was a silly desire but she’d never had the opportunity to have a tree until this moment. “Here put the tree in the stand and I’ll sweep up all of the needles that dropped.”

“Should I cut the net off?” Tommy questioned looking down at the tree.

“No I would keep it on, it’ll probably be easier to pick it up. Wait haven’t you had a tree before?” Rayne questioned as she swept up the needles.

“Yeah but my dad always put it up.” Tommy defended his question as he picked up the and set it into the stand. “Wow, that’s actually not ba-“

“Tommy!” Rayne shouted as the tree fell down onto the living room floor, immediately she burst out into laughter. It took about three minutes for both of them to compose themselves. “Tommy!” Rayne gasped holding her stomach which hurt from laughing. “Tommy you have to tighten the swivel thing to the tree trunk before you just put it in there.”

“Oh. Shit, you’re right.” Tommy chuckled reaching down to grab the swivel and tighten it to the trunk. This time when Tommy placed the tree in the stand it stood tall and sturdy.

“We’re a mess.” Rayne shook her head approaching Tommy and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Now you can cut the net off, and once the tree settles we can start putting our ornaments on. I can’t believe we found black, red and purple ones.”

“I can’t believe you know so much about trees.” Tommy smiled cutting the netting off of the tree while Rayne scooped up the needles and got rid of them in the trashcan. “By the way since we’re talking about Christmas I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you want to spend Christmas day with me and my family in Covina?” He asked. “I know you probably do something with Jo, but it would mean a lot to me.”

Rayne smiled, “Jo and I usually just watch movies on Christmas, neither of us talk with our families very much. Let me call her and see if she’s okay with me going. I don’t want to just bail on her.”

“I understand.” Tommy replied genuinely. Rayne walked over to the kitchen, picking up the phone and dialing the number to her apartment.

“Hello?” Jo answered out of breath.

“Hey it’s Rayne. I won’t keep you long but I had a question for you.” Rayne asked hearing Jo hush someone to be quiet, it didn’t take a rocket science to know what was going on. Rayne genuinely did not know how Jo and Vince could still possibly be going at it.

“What’s up?” Jo giggled.

“Well, Tommy wanted me to go to his family’s house for Christmas. I know we usually spend the day together so I wanted to as-“ Rayne started before Jo cut her off. “Oh I’m so glad you’re asking me this! Vince wanted me to spend the day with him, but I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Is this what being an adult is? Giving up Christmas traditions with your best friend for your boyfriend?” Rayne laughed.

“No, you and I will always have our traditions. And unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me forever no matter what guys are in our lives.” Jo said happily.

“Well I’ll let you get back to whatever activities you two are doing.” Rayne began to hang up the phone before she heard Jo shout from the other end of the phone. “Wait, wait Ray! Ray!”

“What?” Rayne asked.

“Aren’t you gonna thank me?” Jo asked. “For what?” “Well, you were sex ready right?”

“Goodbye Jo.” Rayne laughed hearing her best friend laugh on the other end as well. Rayne turned to Tommy with a smile. “Well drummer, it looks like I’m gonna meet your parents.” She paused. “And just saying that out loud makes me wanna throw up.”

“Why?” Tommy patted the couch cushion next to him. Rayne sat down and just stared ahead to the wall.

“I’ve never met any boyfriends parents before.” Rayne realized. She knew Tommy really loved his family, he had told her many times about his mother and father and how they met and it was love at first sight.

“Rayne, I love you. And so will they.” Tommy wrapped his arm around Rayne comforting her. Rayne took a deep breath and nodded her head.

“I’ll try not to freak out.” Rayne honestly replied.

“There’s nothing to freak out about. I promise they’ll love you, my sister will definitely love how sarcastic you are. Come on, let’s start decorating the tree and distract you so you don’t have a panic attack.” Tommy gently pulled on her sleeve.

“I’m not having a panic attack!” Rayne defended, “Or if I am it’s just a very mild one.”

“Hey, do you trust me?” Rayne nodded her head softly. “Good, I’m telling you there’s nothing to worry about.”

Four Days Later

Christmas Day

Rayne walked up to Tommy’s front door and dropped the filled bags on the ground before pulling out her keys inserting them into the lock. Opening the door Rayne grabbed one bag and placed it onto the apartment. As she reached down to pick up the other bag Tommy rushed towards her, “Babe I would’ve grabbed those for you.”

“Nah it’s alright I got it.” Rayne smiled bringing in the next bag over the threshold. “It’s like I’m a living breathing Mrs. Clause.”

Tommy smiled at the statement taking in Rayne’s outfit, she was in a red dress with a high neckline but a deep cut out at the back, which exposed her creamy skin. The dress hugged her curves but still flowed and wasn’t too tight. The outfit was topped off with a pair of black pumps. “Looking like that, you are definitely on the naughty list.”

Rayne shot up straight, “Is it too much? I wasn’t sure what to wear but I tried to not wear anything too risqué.”

Tommy smiled placing his hands on both of her shoulders. “You look perfect.”

Rayne smiled and let out a sigh of relief. She spent the night before looking at different outfits to wear to meet Tommy’s family in. She didn’t want to just show up in jeans and a t-shirt or leather pants. She wanted to make a good impression. Tommy was even a bit dressed up for the day, he wore a black button down dress shirt and a nice pair of blue jeans. Rayne smiled up at him, “Thank you. Let me put your gifts under the tree.”

Tommy let Rayne put the gifts out, even though they could just as easily have opened gifts from the bag she was holding but he knew this meant a lot to her so he let her go. “Babe are all those for me? You didn’t have to get me anything. As long as I get to unwrap you at the end of the night I’m happy.”

“We’re staying at your parents house tonight Tommy, we’re not having sex there!” Rayne laughed continuing to place the presents.

“I think my favorite thing is you telling me we can’t have sex in certain places, and then we end up having sex in that exact place.” Tommy grinned.

“And you said I was on the naughty list. If what you just described is the case I should be on the nice list.” Rayne smiled before standing up and hanging Tommy’s filled stocking next to hers, which Rayne was surprised was filled. “Okay. All done. Open your presents!”

“No, no you go first.” Tommy insisted walking towards the couch with a garbage bag in hand for all discarded paper and taking a seat, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees. He also reached for the camera which was sitting on the table in front of him.

“Okay.” Rayne smiled wide grabbing her stocking and sitting down on the floor. As she began to look through the stocking Tommy haulted her, “Oh hang on!” Tommy came back with a leopard print Santa hat, handing it to Rayne. “If you’re opening the presents you have to wear the hat.” Rayne smiled and happily took the hat from him settling it over her mass of curls. She began looking through the stocking to find various little items, everything from nail polish and makeup, to razors and candy. “My sister told me the best things to put in a stocking were every day things that are annoying to buy for yourself. Plus I figured you could keep a lot of them here.”

Rayne pushed herself onto her knees and gave Tommy a hug, “Thank you Tommy.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back happily. “I feel bad I didn’t get you a lot of gifts.”

“No Tommy, don’t feel bad. You’ve been a little busy the past month. And the necklace is more than enough.” Rayne smiled placing her hand over the star diamond he had given her. Rayne reached for the first present and began to open it up. She lifted the lid off the box and smiled when she saw what it was. She pulled it completely out of the box and revealed a long sleeve black blouse that had skulls on it like polka dots. The fabric was see through and extremely soft. “Tommy I love it!”

“Jo helped a little.” Tommy said bashfully.

“Oh she did, did she?” Rayne smiled. “Well thank you both.”

Rayne reached for another box that felt significantly lighter than the previous one. Tommy perked up as she began to open it. Lifting the lid off this box Rayne immediately shut it blushing up at Tommy. “I think you bought this for you.”

“Maybe a little.” He grinned at her as she finally removed the lid looking at what was in it. It was a lingerie set. Inside there was a see through lacy red bra, what looked like a soft waist cincher, crotchless lacy underwear and suspenders to hold her thigh high stockings up.

“This is gorgeous Tommy. Even though you’ll be the only one who’ll ever see it.” Rayne chuckled.

“Don’t say that, I kind of like the idea of you out at work with this underneath your scrubs.”

“God you’re such a horn dog.” Rayne shook her head before reaching for the last gift that had her name on it. This one was a little big bigger, as Rayne took the wrapping paper off she saw it was a frame but she had opened it on the wrong side, when she turned it around her jaw dropped. “Tommy, how did you?”

Her eyes couldn’t leave the frame in front of her. It was a photo that had a quote written in cursive from Pride & Prejudice it read, I can not fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun. Under the text was three photos of Tommy and Rayne together out at various nights on the sunset strip. One was from the first time she had seen Motley Crue. Another was from Halloween, after their bathroom escapade. Another was one Jo took of them at Rayne’s apartment. And the final one was one Tommy had taken of the two of them after they had sex for the first time, luckily you couldn’t tell they were naked from the way the photo was cropped. The gift was stunning and left Rayne utterly speechless and her eyes started to water.

“I remembered Jo saying that you loved Jane Austen and I did some digging and I really liked that quote. It reminded me of you because it’s true. I was head over heels before we even spoke.” Tommy said leaning forward gently wiping a fallen tear from Rayne’s cheek. “I thought we could put it up in the bedroom.”

Rayne simply cradled his hand against her cheek before she got up and sat in Tommy’s lap wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you so much Tommy. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one.” Tommy smiled up at her before giving her a soft pat on the hips.

“I’m warning you right now, there’s nothing as good as that in those boxes.” Rayne pointed towards the wrapped gifts she brought Tommy. Tommy grinned as she took the Santa hat off her head and placed it on his.

“I meant what I said, all I need is you and I am a happy man.” Tommy declared as Rayne shifted off his lap. Rayne sat on the couch and grabbed the camera ready to take photos of Tommy as he opened his gifts just as he had done with her.

“Now it’s your turn.” Rayne smiled as Tommy took a seat on the floor grabbing his stocking. Rayne had filled it with lots of travel sized items that he could bring with him out on the road. She had kind of did exactly what Tommy did and filled it with various every day items that he could use when he was out on the road. After his stocking, Tommy reached for the closest wrapped gift to him. Almost all of the gifts Rayne has gotten Tommy had a theme to them. It was a small box and as he opened it he smiled immediately, he pulled out a pair of dangling earrings that had a large spike attached to the end.

“Oh yes! I love these!” Tommy exclaimed happily running his hand up and down Rayne’s calf.

Tommy continued to open his presents to reveal various clothing items and accessories that he could wear on stage or just day to day. Rayne had gotten him belts that were studded and spiked and covered in bullets. She’d gotten him silver bracelets and bangles, chokers and necklaces. She even got him a nice wide brimmed hat after she had seen Tommy steal one from Jo one night after a show. “Tommy I’m not gonna lie shopping for you is kinda like shopping for a woman. The girl that helped me at Retail Slut was very happy with her commission.”

Tommy let out a laugh, “What can I say I like clothes and jewelry.” He reached for the last gift under the tree.

“Okay, I really hope you like this one. There’s a story behind it.” Rayne confessed as Tommy pulled out the large box. First he shook the box trying to get an idea for what was inside. When he couldn’t get a read on it because it was mostly silent he began to tear off the paper. When the box was revealed the name Poison Ivy was engraved at the top. Rayne watched as the name didn’t register with Tommy, and he opened the box and it was time for his jaw to drop. Rayne watched as Tommy pulled out the leather jacket. It was a little long for a jacket, it would most likely fall just past Tommy’s hips especially with his torso being so long. The jacket was lined with traditional leopard print and it also was on the lapels of the jacket. On the shoulders were a few draped chains and star studs on the lapels.

“This is fuckin sick dude.” Tommy stood up and put the coat on, it looked amazing on him, just the way she imagined. Tommy walked over to the bathroom where there was a decent sized mirror. He rushed out with a giant smile on his face and picked Rayne up. “Where did you get this?”

Rayne recalled the story of how she reached out to Doc asking for the designer that was designing their stage clothes and how she went to the studio not knowing if she would even be able to work anything out with the older man. “So you designed this?”

“Well I didn’t design it, I had the idea in my head and Stanley designed it.” It looked perfect on him. “You better be happy he’s gay Tommy because I think he’s a little in love with me, you might have had some competition.”

“That guy was like sixty, if I remember correctly.” Tommy chuckled throwing his head back. “And what do you mean he’s a little in love with you?”

“Hey he’s cute for an older man!” Rayne defended him before going into the story from when she returned to the design studio to pick up Tommy’s jacket.

Three Days Before December 22nd

Rayne walked into the studio a little after 6pm, she walked there from the hospital. The little bell above the door jingled to signal her presence. This time there was a tall thin blonde man at the front desk. “Hi can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up a jacket from Stanley.” Rayne answered before hearing the older man’s voice from the back.

“Is that my beautiful red head?” She recognized his voice instantly before he appeared in front of her. “Yes there she is.”

He approached her and opened his arms. She leaned down slightly and he kissed her on both cheeks. “Ronnie, look at this girl. Isn’t she the most inspirational figure you’ve ever seen?”

Rayne instantly felt her cheeks heat up. “Oh, no I’m not.” She brushed off the compliment.

“Hush darling. Come on back, wait til you see what I have done for you.” Stanley waved her back into the studio. She smiled at the blonde at the desk and followed him back. As she walked back into the room where she had first met him she saw the jacket immediately.

“Oh my god it’s perfect!” Rayne gasped as she approached the jacket and immediately touched the soft leather and silky leopard lining. “You’re amazing!”

“Thank you my love. You deserve some credit too, the idea was in your head, I just created it.” He theatrically bowed at her praise. “But that’s not all I made.”

“Huh?” Rayne asked watching as he disappeared down the hallway before a few minutes later wheeling out a mannequin in his left hand and a cart with a few items of clothing on hangers in his right. “I made some things for you too.”

“Oh, no. Mr. Varone I’m flattered but I told you, I can’t afford tha-“

“My darling listen to me, I have not been so inspired in years. I’ve designed the same types of clothing for far too long. I lost my passion for it because of the monotony of it all, everyone looking the same, and dressing the same. Then you walked into my studio and it was like a cloud lifted. As soon as you left that day I began designing clothing inspired by you, I created a mannequin with your exact measurements. The clothes are seductive, womanly and edgy. Please just do me the honor of trying some of the pieces on.” Stanley asked and Rayne immediately softened to the ask.

“Okay, I’ll try them on. But only because you did such an amazing job on Tommy’s jacket.” She said pointedly at him.

“Bellissima!” He explained taking something off the rack. He held it out to Rayne and showed her to the dressing room. She looked at the outfit in front of her and was unsure if it would work on her body. It was a short leather and lace dress, mostly lace, with the leather covering up all the necessary bits, the lace even went all the way down to transition into a pair of gloves. Rayne was almost afraid to even touch the garment it looked so expensive. But soon she was removing her clothes and slipping into the dress. She was unable to zip it up and didn’t dare look in the mirror she just walked out to the main floor.

“I couldn’t zip it.” She said to Stanley who looked like he was about to cry. She immediately thought to herself, Oh god was it that bad? See this was why she didn’t want to try anything on, a dress this revealing should be put on someone who was stick thin. Stanley approached Rayne who turned her back to him and he slowly zipped up the dress and took a step back.

“Oh my word. My darling you are exquisite! Look at yourself.” The older man said pulling a full length mirror in front of her. Rayne looked at herself in utter shock. She didn’t look awful, she didn’t look like herself but she didn’t look awful, the dress fit her like a glove, and everything was covered that she wanted to be covered.

“I-I don’t even recognize myself.” Rayne said softly looking at herself.

“May I take a photo of you in the dress?” Stanley asked politely.

“Sure.” Rayne said still slightly stunned as Stanley grabbed a very expensive looking camera and began snapping a few photos.

Rayne tried on a few more outfits, one that was a leather jacket paired with an almost see through skirt that had fringe strategically placed that looked incredible as she walked. Another was a suede studded jacket that was tailored in at the waist and a high pencil skirt that the studs continued down. She also tried on two pairs of leather pants, she had never had a pair that fit her right so to have ones that were literally custom fit to her body was kind of insane. The final dress she tried on was a little less edgy, it was a loose wrap dress that showed a lot of leg and a lot of boobs but had a small train on the back the colors were a mix of light blue and pink almost like cotton candy. It was almost angelic with how it moved. “I don’t know what to say Stanley. These are beautiful, I don’t know how I could possibly inspire such beauty.”

“Darling, do me the honor of wearing the clothes. All I ask is that if anyone asks you where it’s from you let them know about me. Who knows maybe if your boyfriend gets famous I’ll be able to design full clothing lines inspired by you. You could model in the shows for me. You could bring my fashion house back from the grave.” Stanley put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Oh no, I’m no model.” Rayne chuckled, “I’m not seeing many girls with a true hour glass figure on runways or in magazines.”

“And that’s why we should change it! Shake up the status quo. I’m telling you, with a face like yours and a body like yours we could do this. You’re one hundred percent natural and that’s what I want to start pushing out to the world.” Stanley spoke passionately. “And doesn’t the model and the rockstar couple sound just perfect?”

Rayne let out a laugh before looking down at herself in the dress. “I just don’t feel right taking these from you. You’re the second person to try and gift me something I wasn’t expecting. I’m no good at accepting gifts.”

“They’re my gift to you beautiful. You must take them, I’ll have it no other way.” He held his palms up in front of him. “You honor me by wearing them.”

When Rayne got herself out of the dress and changed back into her normal clothes to say she felt much less glamorous was an understatement. “Welcome back,” she spoke to herself as she looked in the mirror. She exited the dressing room to be immediately greeted by a smiling Stanley and Ronnie, who was holding multiple bags in his hand. “Here you are darling.”

“How much do I owe you for the jacket?” Rayne questioned grabbing her wallet.

“Nothing, these are my gift to you.” Stanley smiled.

“No! Absolutely not, we discussed my budget and I intend to pay for what I commissioned.” Rayne said almost offended that he was just going to gift all of this to her.

“I simply won’t allow it darling.” The older man shook his head. Rayne saw he absolutely wouldn’t budge so she reached over the counter of the reception desk and grabbed a pen and piece of paper, scribbling down her phone number before handing it to him. “Call me if there’s ever anything I could do for you Stanley. I don’t know what I could do to repay you for all this but I’ll do my best.”

Stanley took the piece of paper from her and held it over his heart. “I’ll do that. You've given me a true gift tonight.”

“Thank you so much again.” Rayne smiled giving both men a friendly hug.

“Goodnight darling!” Stanley kissed her cheek before she turned and walked out of the studio.

“See baby, I told you, you’re perfect just the way you are. I wish you could see you how I do, or how Stanley does.” Tommy smiled wrapping his arm around Rayne’s waist. “Is this one of the dresses?”

“Oh god no! I’m not meeting your parents for the first time in one of those dresses, they would probably say ‘who the hell does this girl think she is,’ and that’s not the impression I’m going for. I will however happily show them off to you when we get back from their place tomorrow.” Rayne smiled up at him. “This was just something I got from a thrift store.”

“Yep, I’m definitely going to want you to show them off for me.” Tommy kissed her lips tenderly. “Thank you so much for all the gifts baby. I really love them.”

“You’re welcome. And thank you for mine.” Rayne stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him once more.

“Are you ready to go?” Tommy questioned slipping the dufflebag over his shoulder, “It’s almost noon and that means mom is gonna start putting out lunch soon.”

“As I’ll ever be.” She chuckled. “Did you remember to throw some stuff for me to wear in your duffle bag?”

“I did.” Tommy grinned devilishly.

“Oh I don’t trust that look at all, what did you pack? Or not pack?” Rayne questioned reaching for the duffle bag to look through it.

“I’m hurt. How could you think I wouldn’t pack appropriate clothes for you?” He held his hand over his heart feigning being offended.

“Tommy I swear by all that’s holy, there better be normal clothes in there for me.” Rayne spoke watching as Tommy made his way to the front door holding it open. Rayne sighed and walked through the door under Tommy’s arm. Well worse case scenario, if he pulled some stunt and didn’t pack anything normal to wear she could always wear the dress she was in today home tomorrow. That might be the best plan, because by the look of his strut he was definitely up to something.

Take Me To The Next Chapter

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There you have it! They’re reunited and creating some Christmas traditions of their own! What was everyone’s favorite part of this chapter? I love to know what resonates with you all! What do you think of the (potential) model and the rock star? Here are some photos of the inspiration behind the outfits Rayne wore in this chapter. As always feedback is appreciated, leave me a reply or message or ask<3

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Steven Universe Should Switch P.O.V’S

I think the show really suffers from being stuck in Steven’s P.O.V. Because We are constantly looking through Steven’s eyes a lot of interesting stories are being ignored because they couldn’t happen if Steven was present. This is also what is ruining the beach city episodes.

Before Steven came to live with them, The Gems had a fence around the temple and, apart from Rose and Amethyst, didn’t really interact with the humans that they fought 5000 years to save. So, the Gems finally interacting with the people of Beach City would have been interesting.

See there’s a big divide between the Gem episodes and The Beach City episodes because the Gem’s aren’t there. Though Steven has Rose’s Gem, Steven is basically a human. There is no real difference from Steven and anyone else in beach city apart from his powers.

But if you took Beach City Episodes and tied them together with the Gems then they become more exciting to watch or just took Steven out of the episode entirely. Not all of them. Steven still has his friends in beach city and he can still spend time with them. But the Gems should be forming other relationships too.

The first 10 episodes were fine in Steven’s P.O.V. because they were developing who he was and his relationships. But episode 11 could have been a switch up.

Episode 11 “Arcade Mania,” should have been Garnet’s P.O.V. or at least switched back and forth. What could have been an interesting episode about addiction and overcoming it was robbed of it’s momentum when Steven had to destroy the game. If Steven was also fighting the corrupted Gem and in danger, then Garnet would have been forced to stop herself from playing the game. And why was she obsessed with the game?

My theory is that Garnet found it relaxing to just concentrate her future vision on the game and not have to worry about leading the Gems/looking at possible dangers in the future. It would have been a nice glimpse into Garnet as a character and wouldn’t have ruined the secret of her being a fusion.

Episode 16 “Steven the Sword Fighter” should have switched back and forth between Steven and Pearl’s P.O.V mostly because I was curious as to what the inside of a Gem looks like (Which we do eventually see in a Pale Rose) and how they choose what they will look like.

Why did it take so long to reform? Garnet said that it was because Pearl was taking her time to make sure that she came back well made. I think it’s because Pearl wasn’t honestly sure that she wanted to come back without Rose. She didn’t come back until Steven said how much he needed her.

Episode 20 “Coach Steven” This one is just a personal complaint. I think this episode should have either been longer or broken into two parts. Sugilite was cool and I would have loved to get to know her better. I wish they had gotten a different voice actress because I know Nikki is probably expensive but if they wanted to bring her back with a different voice then I would be all for it. Because now that Amethyst has matured, and Garnet has changed maybe Sugilite wouldn’t be so destructive and could be put back in the roster as a fusion choice.

Episode 30 “Island Adventure” I didn’t like this episode. It made a bad mark on Sadie’s character that she would trap Steven and Lars on an Island. That was really messed up. This episode would work better if Steven wasn’t on the Island with them and they really were trapped. Maybe they accidentally activated a warp pad but didn’t know how to use it to get back. Sadie didn’t know a way off the Island. The episode would just be Sadie and Lars trapped together on an Island with a corrupted Gem and them getting closer. Sadie defeats the Gem monster and Garnet shows up with Steven at the end to save them (Future vision).

Episode 32 “Fusion Cuisine” Steven should have brought Pearl. It would have been so much more fun. Pearl’s tense relationship with Greg is sure to draw some questions, especially is she was supposed to be his wife and her distaste for food would have to come up at dinner.

Episode 41 “Horror Club,” No Steven. Sadie, Lars, and Ronaldo. Would make the episode better. Especially if they allow Sadie to do something besides get kidnapped. Maybe she’s trying to mend Lars and Ronaldo’s relationship. Maybe she’s the one who defeats the Gem monster? A call back to her defeating one in Island Adventure.

Episode 56 “Love Letters” No Steven and Connie. Just Jamie being in love with Garnet and writing her love letters and Garnet dealing with rejecting him. It gives more time to develop things between them (Maybe form a friendship since Garnet doesn’t date)

Episode 58 “Sworn to the Sword,” I don’t actually want to change anything in the Episode. I would like an episode after this one that would be Pearl and Connie training by themselves (In a much healthier way)

Episode 62 "Chille Tid" I know that this episode leads to Steven discovering that he has the power of Astral project which becomes important in the battle against the Diamonds, so I’m not going to change this. But I would have added an episode after this one with Lapis and Jasper alone. Maybe a moment where both are two tired to fight and are both on the same level and the two just talk. I would love to have gotten Jasper’s backstory and to have her share it with Lapis in a similar way to the way Lapis later shares hers with Steven would have been something to see.

Episode 65 “Onion Friend,” I need an episode of just Vidalia and Amethyst hanging out. The two have history and I want to see Onion’s mom having fun with her friend. But this episode developed Onion and Steven’s relationship, so Vidalia and Amethyst would have to have their standalone episode sometime after this one.

Episode 67 “Friend Ship,” Pearl and Garnet alone. No Amethyst and No Steven. What Pearl did to Garnet was a terrible violation and they needed more time to work through that without Steven watching. Also, they should not have fused. I would have rather Sardonyx be benched a while longer. Just to show how serious what Pearl did. Because Pearl’s feelings of needing someone (which was a really good speech and really did touch me) don’t give her the right to violate someone.

Episode 68 “Nightmare Hospital,” No Steven. Just a Connie and Connie’s mother episode. I know Steven’s shield came in handy, but I really wanted Connie having to protect her mother from Gem monsters alone. The could be a scene at the end with Connie telling Steven about it later.

Episode 82 “Barn Mates,” Really would have loved to see Peridot and Lapis work through their issues without Steven’s help. He could have been there for the beginning but have left them alone to work it out for themselves towards the end. A scene of Lapis looking upset with herself after Peridot walked away would have gone a long way (Especially without Steven there to comment on why she should feel bad.) Lapis has been alone for thousands of years. Giving her a moment to herself to realize that she actually misses Peridot bugging her and trying to be her friend would work really well,

Episode 88 “The New Lars,” Steven’s role in the episode ends after he asks Lars why he can’t admit he loves Sadie. This episode is Lar’s P.O.V. and we see what a day in Lars life is really like (Not how different things would be if he had Steven’s personality. It felt like the episode was saying that your life would be so much better if you weren’t you and that’s not what I think they meant to do) how he deals with his parents, how he deals with his life. And Lars being rejected by the cool kids and going to hang out with Sadie. After saying the wrong thing to Sadie in response to her “How do you really feel about me?” Sadie throws Lars out. I’d like Lars to run into Lapis. Maybe Lapis is visiting Steven. Maybe she and Peridot had a fight and she just wanted to get away. I don’t know, but I do know that Lars and Sadie are in a toxic relationship and if anyone knows about Toxic relationships it’s Lapis. Those two having a conversation and that conversation being the thing to lead to Lars treating Sadie better, and deciding to turn his life around, would work so much better.

Episode 91 “Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service,” I’d like to take Steven out of this episode and replace him with Pearl. Kiki has developed insomnia from the stress of what’s going on between Kiki and her sister. Pearl doesn’t sleep and now that Steven let her know how creepy it is for her to watch him sleep she’s developed a habit of walking around beach city. I’d like to use this episode to delve into Pearl’s relationship with Rose/Pink Diamond and the power of “No,” Maybe Pearl tells the story of the first time she said “No” to Rose about something. Or maybe Pearl tells Kiki of what a lifetime of saying yes to Rose had gotten her— Alone and heartbroken. It could have been an episode of Pearl trying to teach Kiki to say no. They’d work on it all night, then during the day when faced with her sister Kiki would say yes, then the cycle would repeat it’s self until Pearl told her story.

Episode 93 “Alone at Sea,” I’ll keep this episode the same except don’t have Lapis punch her or if she does punch her let Lapis show some remorse (I believe Lapis was the abuser during their time as Malachite) and have an episode after this one where Jasper finds Lapis while she’s alone and they talk. I read a comic with that topic. It was really good. It’s called Ruined. I’d like a Lapis and Jasper episode before she makes her corrupted army.

Episode 22 “Beta,” and Episode 23 “Earthlings” How could Amethyst and Lapis not talk? Seriously! It was a missed opportunity. If anyone could offer Amethyst insight into why Jasper is not the perfect gem, then it would be Lapis. Lapis should have come with them. The Kindergarten doesn’t have any water, so Lapis would be weakened, and it would explain why she wouldn’t interfere in the Amethyst vs Jasper fight until Steven is in danger. And if she had a conflicted look on her face when Jasper is corrupted that would really add to her character. (Lapis has been really under developed in Steven Universe)

Episode 107 “Mindful Education” should be longer or split into two parts. The first half should be Connie’s P.O.V. I’m curious about what Connie’s like in school and I would love to see her flip that kid in real time. Then we need more time to deal with Steven’s issue. His issues were the more serious of the two and we needed more time to explore it. Connie talking to Steven and the two fusing was nice, but they should have unfused and talked more once they were on the ground. Steven had serious trauma.

Episode 109 “Last One Out of Beach City,” Should be Pearl’s P.O.V and just be her and Amethyst. I’d love to see Pearl and Amethyst alone and Pearl trying to get with Mystery girl. Also, we would get to hear their conversation. We wouldn’t be stuck on the side lines with Steven and Amethyst when Pearl approaches her.

Episode 111/112 “Gem Harvest,” Lapis was alone with the crystal gems for the first time without Steven there. I would have loved a moment where Pearl apologized for not letting her out of the mirror because they thought she was corrupted. It’s a really needed moment and, even if Lapis pretends to accept her apology or doesn’t except her apology, when Lapis cracks her joke at the table look at Pearl’s face. She looks so uncomfortable.

Episode 121 “Rocknaldo” I hated this episode. I’d rather an episode of Ronaldo going to the barn to interview Lapis and Peridot about Homeworld. I really want to hear about it and keeping it a secret doesn’t make sense once we get there. There’s really no reason that we can’t know a little bit about it.

133 “Dewey Wins” This episode was terrible. The Connie- Steven conflict made no sense. This should have been a Sadie episode about her dealing with the loss of Lars. Imagine we shift P.O.V after Steven tells Sadie what happened to Lars and follow her to tell the Barrigas what happened to Lars (And see their reaction!) Then after leaving she's almost run over by Mayor Dewey, who is asking people to vote for him at re-election. Sadie and Dewey talk with her trying to take the blame in herself for not paying attention. She explains to Dewey that she's just upset about Lars. Dewey has no idea who Lars is. Then Sadie has her moment where she screams at the Mayor for not knowing or caring that Lars is lost in space. Dewey recognizes her Big donut shirt and promises to find a new donut boy. Then he drives off in his van, leaving Sadie crying and posed off. There's no reason for the people of beach city to be mad at Dewey. Steven was the one at fault. But Steven is Sadie's friend, she can't be mad at him, so she focuses her anger at Mayor Dewey, starting a one-woman crusade against him. The episode is entirely Sadie's P.O.V with her protesting Mayor Dewey being in office, helping Mrs. Nana run for Mayor, and grieving for Lars.

Episode 137 “Sadie Killer,” Sadie’s P.O.V. No Steven. The Cool Kids start a band, but they have trouble finding their sound. They decide to recruit Sadie, who writes a dark song about her frustrating job at the Big Donut; but that same job keeps her from participating in the band. It would work better without Steven whose supposed to still be depressed over Connie.

Episode 144 “Letters to Lars,” It was a letter from Steven. Steven didn’t need to be there. At the end, Lars should have looked mixed about how everyone in beach City was doing without him. Maybe a moment where he talks to the off-colors about it. And end with Padparadscha saying something that makes the crew laugh. (There should have been an episode before this one of Amethyst and Peridot joining Jamie’s improv class. That scene made me laugh and I wish we got to explore their dynamic more)

Anyway, those are just a few improvements, but I think it would really help the show as a whole. Being shackled to Steven is so frustrating. There are so many interesting things going on and we don’t get to see any of them because most of the time Steven is being kept in the dark.

These are just ideas. If you could pick a beach city episode and replace Steven with a Crystal Gem which episode would you pick?

#steven universe #interesting ideas #change perspective #filler #beach city #cyystal gems

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Into the Portal Hole

As the others back home work on Gaster's machine, Sai finds that her friends of the other dimension are more than willing to lend a helping hand.

Sai couldn’t believe it. She honestly couldn’t. She knew from Blue’s previous conversations that Stretch had once worked with the other scientists under his father, W. D Gaster, and her Edge had said something similar about his brother too.

But she was not expecting to have a small, ultra-intelligent taskforce in their kitchen. Gaster was re-drawing his blueprints from memory, his glasses taped to his skull. Stretch, Bee, and Red were hanging over him, all making comments or calculations about what could have possibly gone wrong in their test. “Do you think it was an external factor? One that you hadn’t calculated in?” Red asked, peering at the sketch. When he wasn’t crackling awful jokes, or moping around either of his mates, Sai could see exactly what Edge meant. Red was smart, almost as smart as Gaster.

“it would have to be, otherwise the failsafe would have kicked in and would have spawned back in their own universe…” Stretch muttered, squinting as he followed a gear line in the engine.

“try adding a quadrant of five here…” Bee said, pointing at something on the paper.

It honestly just made Sai’s head spin though she was grateful that progress was being made to get everyone home. If slowly. Bucky giggled. “You have the same facial expression that I do when the twins start talking science.” She said, smiling at her.

Sai sighed. “They are all just too smart for their own good… I hope the twins take after their daddy’s mind at least. If they take after me, they’ll be hooped. Gaster will have them enrolled in all sorts of math and science…” the twins were nestled in her lap, leaning against her as they fed off her magic.

“Hey now. If they take after you, they will be just as lucky.” Lines said, bumping her head against Sai’s hand. “After all, it takes a special person to keep monsters in line, and you have more than the rest of us.”

Nikki snorted and shook her head. “Certain punishment just gets Red all excited. You’ll need to show me how you do it with the rest of your crew.” Beside her, Artemis nodded.

Sai had to smile. Everyone was just so welcoming and friendly. Out of the rest of the AUs, she supposed that they were lucky to make it into one where she had the head start on friends… “Do you happen to have some water?” Sai asked Bucky. Feeding the twins always made her thirsty.

“Sure. I have bottled water in the fridge, bottom shelf, right-hand side.” She gently took Corbel from Sai, cradling him close. “Mind grabbing me one too, please?”

Nikki took Ignatius and carefully held him. “Me three,” she said, her eyes not leaving the babies.

Excusing herself for a moment, Sai walked by the scientist group where a stunned Grillby had been forced to listen to the numbers and scientific formulas. The poor man looked half asleep. Maybe she’ll need to save him and let him escape for a nap for a bit. He hadn’t been sleeping well at the mansion either, Sai remembered, pulling open the door to the fridge and scouring the shelves. Christ, there was a lot of honey here. She supposed that with double Stretches, the honey devouring was also increased. Por Bucky and Blue really had their hands full with these Papyruses.

Chuckling, Sai closed the door, eyeing the pictures that scattered it. There was a world here too, different perhaps, but just as developed as her own. There was a baby Blue sleeping next to his elder twin brothers, then the three of them standing beside what looked to be the Gaster of this world. The twins, now older and more tired looking, sitting at Muffet’s café – the shot had to be taken by Blue. Then there was Bucky sitting between the twins, a dark blush on her cheeks as the twins kissed her. And then a sonogram of four tiny souls curled close together….

Wait… WHAT?

Suddenly that explained Stretch’s and Bee’s reluctance at letting her out of her sight or move much.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT?” Sai cried out, interrupting of the all conversations that were being held in the dining room. Everyone jumped, spinning around to look at her. “WITH QUADRUPLETS?”

The Papyrus twins looked smug and proud of themselves, grinning as they chewed on their lollipops. Bucky smiled warmly at Sai. “Yes…. The twins went into heat about a month ago. We just found out the good news and told everyone about one… two weeks ago?” Bucky asked, looking around at the small group of friends, her arms wrapping around her middle. Now that Sai was looking at her closely, there was the smallest bump to her.

Sai’s mouth was agape, and she trembled slightly. Dropping the water on the table, she wrapped her friend in a huge hug. “Oh, I cannot believe it!” she exclaimed. She pulled back, looking at her other friend. “My goodness, you are small…. You’re gonna look like you have an exercise ball under your shirt by the end of it.”

There was a snort from Bucky. “I always imagined something of my stomach out to here,” she gestured with her hands, giggling. “Something like a half Pacman character.”

Nikki grinned, pulling out her phone. “Now we were practising,” she whispered in a stage-whisper. “We haven’t shown the twin these pictures but…”

There was an odd, high pitched squeak from a quickly reddening Bucky. “Hey! No, you promised that you guys didn’t save them!”

Sai caught a quick glimpse of a picture of Bucky with what looked to be a basketball shoved under her shirt before the phone was snatched by a bony hand. Stretch and Bee were peering at it, hearts in their eye lights. “you should send those to us,” Stretch said to Nikki. “we’ll pick up some of that salami that you like.”

“Deal,” Nikki said, grinning and taking her phone back, ignoring a sputtering Bucky.

“I SWEAR TO THE STARS IF YOU DON’T DELETE THOSE RIGHT NOW, I WILL KICK YOUR ASSES.” Bucky threatened them.

Bee and Stretch chuckled. “aww come on sweetheart. you know that you can’t do that to us 1 HP monsters… our children need us~” they purred together.

“I CAN LOOK AFTER THEM MYSELF IF NEED BE. ESPECIALLY IF YOU KEEP THOSE FREAKING PHOTOS!” Bucky threatened, the others laughing.

Lines shook her head, shaking her fur. “I keep telling you that I know a great place to hide a body. Or two. You just need to ask me.”

Grillby knelt under the table, grabbing a slowly escaping Ignatius. He came close to a laughing Sai, wrapping an arm around her, watching the chaos unfold. ‘Almost like home?’ he signed to her, his eyes twinkling.

Sai nodded. It was close to home… “So how are we getting home?” she asked, nodding to the paper.

“I believe that there is a movie that you close your eyes and clink your heels together three times.” A familiar, English voice said behind her.

Silence fell heavy on the group as the others turned around to face the newcomer. Stretch and Bee came in front of Bucky, Fell stepping in front of Lines in a similar manner. Nikki’s tail wrapped around a growling Red, a large red spike erupting from the grey fur, Pizza taking a defensive stance.

However, Sai leapt at him, hugging him tightly. “Sebastian!” she cried out, hiding her face in his crisp, white button-up. “How on earth did you find us?”

The demon butler chuckled, his eyes glimmering slightly red. “Now, how good of a butler would I be if I couldn’t rescue my mistress?” His eyes looked around at the others, his eyes resting at the familiar and unfamiliar, scanning them in his own way. “Though I am pleased to see that you were not in any danger.”

“Of course not! I had Grillby and Gaster here, and Edge has taught me more than a few things.” she fake pouted, a large smile on her face. Sebastian was here. They could go home.

Sebastian chuckled. “I do not doubt your skill m’lady. Forgive me if that is how it came out.” he smiled at her. “Now, shall I escort you and everyone home?”

“Yes!” Sai said, far too quickly. “I am so ready to get home and see everyone…” she paused, turning around to see her new friends. The others were silent. A little numb over the sudden appearance, but also that they would be losing her so soon… “I… I mean…”

Bucky smiled at her. “It’s alright. We understand. We are friends but,” here she chuckled. “I think that we would all feel the same way if it was us in your situation.”

The others nodded in agreement, still eyeing the demon butler as they slowly relaxed. “I would do anything to get back to Red and Nikki.” Pizza said, his hands reaching out to his mates. Giving them a gentle squeeze, he shot a dazzling grin at Sai. “We know what you meant.”

Sai trembled for a moment before coming up and hugging them all tightly. The little group hugged her tight, being wary of Bucky’s stomach. Sai was surprised to feel the tickle of tears in her own eyes as she stepped back. “I’m going to miss you,” she whispered.

“We’ll miss you too,” Bucky whispered back to her, smiling. “But now that you know we are here, you could always visit us.”

Sai nodded. “Yes… maybe you can come up to our universe and live there?” Sai wondered out loud.

Gaster chuckled. “We’ll update the mansion first before then.” He said to Sai, winking at her.

“Very well…” Bucky pulled her into a tight hug. “Then until we meet again.”

Hugging her back, Sai nodded. “Until next time.” she agreed. Drawing back, she quickly wiped her face, stepping back to be close to Sebastian again. Grillby and Gaster stood next to her, each of them holding one of the twins in their hands. Sai waved at the other universal copies even as the colours blended together, whirling together in a dizzying manner.

* * * * *

Sai stumbled a little bit as the floor solidified under her again. Sebastian’s teleport was a little different than Gaster’s… she gasped as there was a sudden vice around her, knocking some of the wind out of her. “SAI!” Bucky, her Bucky exclaimed, holding tightly to her. “Oh I was so worried and the machine wouldn’t turn on or work or…”

Another hug captured her other side. “I knew you would be back!” Alana exclaimed. “Oh, but I was so worried. I just…”

Sai sniffed and held her friends close to her, watching as Sebastian stepped out of the room, quietly as if he had never been there. Gaster and Grillby chuckled to themselves, holding the twins close to them. “I missed you guys too…. but I have so much to tell you guys!”

#undertail #polyamory #w.d. gaster #ut!grillby #us!papyrus #uf!papyrus #uf!sans #oc #female oc #w.d gaster/grillby/oc #twin papyrus au #underswap #established relationship

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