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katsukikitten · 4 years ago

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Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)

Warning: he's 28 btw 😂 (my fic says so also)

It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.

Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.

"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.

"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.

When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.

"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.

"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.

Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing

"Get your shit together."

Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.

Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.

"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.

"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."

"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.

"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."

Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."

Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.

"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.

"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.

"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.

"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.

"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.

"We're gonna be late!"

Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.

Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.

"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.

"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.

"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.

"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.

"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.

"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.

"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.

It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.

You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.

To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.

Crying to no one but the moon.

And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.

And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.

His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.

Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.

It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.

"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.

"I'm-um."

"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."

"I know…" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.

"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"

"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.

"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"

"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.

"What'd you wish for…" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.

"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."

With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.

"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.

You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.

"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."

Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.

"I wished for you."

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Scared?

Jason todd x reader

Warnings: weapons, hint of sex

Summary: He shows off his scary equipment to see if you scare off. I write this months ago and never posted it. Idk y.

It was the third time that week that you sat in his room watching tv. Jay sat on the floor with some kind of equipment in his lap, tinkering as the show played. You sat on the bed with your back against the headboard wrapped in his blanket. Your fingers played in his slightly damp hair. He smelled like fresh shampoo and soaps.

“I don’t want to kick you out but after this is over I’ve got stuff to do,” he said before trying to change the subject. You looked at him suspiciously. He was never vague with his plans.

“What stuff?” You asked. He sat up a little straighter.

“Secret stuff. Vigilante stuff,” he said while twisting the equipment shut. It made a mechanical whirl noise before a red light came on. “Suck on that Tim. I didn’t need his help,” Jason said proud of himself.

“What is that?” You asked looking at the thing with no discernible obvious use.

“Scary secret spy stuff that I fixed without a computer.” He had a smirk of satisfaction on his face.

“So if I grab it you would freak out?” You said grabbing towards him. He quickly slipped out of your grip.

“Only if you wanted to blow the door off the wall,” Jay said twisting until the red light went off.

“Seriously?” You asked, with your eyes wide.

“No. But there is shit that you wouldn’t believe. But I can’t really show you. Hell, half the stuff in my pocket,” he laughed. “It’s just a tracer.”

“Shit I thought I was trying to grab a bomb for a second. Wait... what’s in your pocket?” You asked. He was standing and putting it in a bag. Jay stood a little stiffer.

“You already know what’s in my pocket. At least buy me dinner first.” He was deflecting. His joke didn’t make it to his eyes.

“No seriously. Show me your stuff. I want to see what crazy stuff you use at work,” you said also standing up. You got close to him, conveniently in front of the door. He tried to pull away but you grab his wrists. “I’ll thank you later.” You slid your thumbs up his forearms suggestively.

“Not even close,” he said plainly. He looked almost cagey but sometimes he just got that way.

“Baby,” you whined. “Show me.”

“No,” he said with a little different tone. He sounded almost annoyed. “You should probably get going now.”

“What the hell, Todd?” You said dropping his hands. “No. I’m not leaving. I’m tired of you being all secretive and shit. Are you 2 different vigilantes? Are you also a villain? Alien? What could you also be hiding beside Red Hood?”

“You wouldn’t get it,” he said stonily. You glared at him.

“That’s the fucking point. Tell me. Show me,” you said mad at this point. You had stepped into his space.

“You wouldn’t get it,” Jason said back slowly and deliberately, stepping right next to you. “It’s scary shit. I don’t-“

“You don’t what? For fuck sake. Just. Tell. Me,” you said almost mad enough to shove him but you held back. He loomed over you. You glared up at him.

“What if it scares you?”

“I’m not scared of looking at guns-“

“No, me. I use them. They are mine. They are part of me,” he said. It finally clicked. He had never cleaned his guns in front of you. Dick and Tim sometimes cleaned their weapons over breakfast when you visited. Jason was hiding it from you.

“Show me. I’m not scared of you,” you said softer. He stared at you for a minute before barely nodding. Jason dragged you down to the basement and pulled open a large panel on the wall. In it was a wide array of weapons nestled in black velvet covered foam.

“This is what I work with,” he said without taking his eyes off of you. You looked at all of the knives and guns and other things you didn’t even know.

“Can I touch them?” You asked him, interested. Your fingers already ran along the black velvet.

“Carefully,” he said. Jay stood close as you picked up a straight silver bladed, flat black handled knife. The curve of the handle was just a little too long for your hand but you liked the way it shined in the light as you turned it.

“That’s a 7 inch fighting utility knife, custom made for my hands,” he said. “It’s nice. Not my favorite.” You nodded and sat it down. You slid your fingers along the side of a hand gun, too scared to pick it up. “Pick it up if you want,” he suggested.

You grasped the gun. It was heavier than it looked. The sliver metal gleamed in the light. You kept your fingers fat from the trigger.

“It’s not loaded but you don’t want to make the habit of holding the trigger anyways,” Jason said sliding his hands around yours to show you how to hold it. You could feel his breath by your ear and your skin tingled. “You aim at something. Like the picture on the wall. And only once you know it’s perfect with no issues like wind, you move your finger to the trigger,” he said moving your finger to the trigger. You gulped nervously. “Breath out and pull the trigger,” he said before pushing your finger on the trigger. You jumped at the clicking noise. Jason laughed. He took it from you and sat it down.

“Am I scary now?”

“What is this?” You asked holding out a weird black knife. The blade was fatter at the end with a roundness that made it unique. You picked it up.

“Ka-bar combat Kukri knife. It’s kind of like a machete. Watch how you hold it,” he warned. You laid it back down.

“What’s your favorite?” You asked.

“This knife here,” he held up a nasty looking curved knife with a blade that just looked sharp. He made a few moves with it expertly. “Cuts right through Kevlar. Also really easy to cut yourself with it if you aren’t careful so I wouldn’t touch that. And these two guns are what I carry everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” You asked.

“Yeah. Any time I leave,” he said with a shrug handing you one. Silver metal hand gun that was a little bigger than the one you held and heavier.

“Like dates and stuff?” You asked.

“Always.”

“Okay I have undressed you and not found guns,” you said confused, thinking about all the times you’ve had sex in his car and he was wearing two loaded guns.

“Ankle, baby,” he said with a smile.

“But we... you were wearing this gun while we had sex?” You asked a little shocked. He laughed.

“Yeah, it was hot as fuck,” he said, putting the gun down and pulling you into a kiss. You broke the kiss.

“What about other stuff? I’ve seen bigger guns,” you said feeling shy.

“Seriously? Okay here,” he said pushing a button and the wall opened to show a wall of large guns. “These are mine. But I borough any other I need for a job. I wouldn’t really touch them.”

“Yeah,” you said taking a closer look. “What’s in your pockets?”

“Uh okay. Here,” he said pulling things out and putting them on a table. Gum, keys, a phone, a pocket knife, and a black block shaped thing. “That’s a taser.”

“That’s it?”

“For now. I felt pretty safe hanging out with my girlfriend. Unless you’re trying to kill me?” He joked.

“That’s the whole point of this. Be surrounded by your weapons and then kill you. Great plan,” you laughed pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around you in a hug but you chose to pat his pocket. You pulled a wallet from his back pocket. “Hiding things from me?”

“Yeah. Frozen yogurt coupons, a fake ID, and maybe twenty bucks. I feel so bad,” he said, looking at the ground in mock shame. “If I was hiding something you would never find it, baby. Trust me.”

“Not a confidence builder but okay,” you said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.

“Nothing important. Now, the big question is, did I scare you off?” He asked losing the smile.

“Nope. Not a single chance. Second big question, why does a 25 year old man need a fake ID?” You asked.

“Well, I’m kinda legally dead and they don’t feel like giving driver’s license to dead people,” Jason said with a shrug but you could see that he relaxed.

“Ahh right. My zombie boyfriend. Now, this is a one time offer,” you said in a little huskier voice. You looked him over suggestively. Jason looked at you pleasantly intrigued. “What do you think about bending me over one of these weapon cases?”

“Fucking perfect idea,” Jason said with a wicked smile. He snatched you up causing you to yelp as he carried you to a case.

#jason todd x reader #fns #red hood x reader

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evafrechette · 4 years ago

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It’s a Match

↠ yoongi x jimin | smut | hookup au | 18+ | 3.4K

↠ Summary: Loneliness can make you do questionable things. Like signing up to a dating app to suck the cock of a stranger.

↠ Warnings: deep throating, public blowjobs, cum sharing, kind of a social media au - but not, drunk Yoongi, flirting, masturbation, gagging.

Yoongi never thought he'd be desperate enough to download the app on his phone, but here he was at 11:37 on a Friday night, finger hovering over the install button.

"Ahhh fuck it.."

He clicked and watched as the app downloaded and installed on his phone. He never thought it would get to this point. He'd been single for years. Preferring his own company, he never found it necessary to date. People annoyed him, too loud, too intrusive, too manipulative. So he remained alone. But 4 years is a long time to be on your own and he was starting to grow tired of his own hand. Plus he'd watched evey fucking video there was on his favourite porn site a year ago. That should have been the sign he needed to get laid, but his dumb ass wallowed in misery for another 12 months and that's why he's here now, creating a profile in the hopes of getting fucked this weekend.

A frown formed on Yoongi's face, he had been scrolling through profiles for the last 30 minutes and hadn't matched with anyone. He knew it was because he was being incredibly picky, swiping left on nearly every single profile he'd come across. He wasn't gonna get his dick sucked carrying on like this. He swiped left on a profile of a man in his 40s - already starting to bald, arms wrapped around a girl half his age - when his eyes landed upon the profile of a young man.

Yoongi was intrigued. The man had the prettiest face Yoongi had ever seen, beautiful plush lips pulled into a seductive smile, with his blond bangs hanging over his eyes. Yoongi clicked to view the profile in full, Jimin - the beautiful man's name was Jimin. He used emojis in his profile, which made Yoongi let out a frustrated groan. He hated emojis, too childish. He continued to read the profile and decided that the two of them were too different and even though the man was beautiful he would swipe left, like he had been all night. Maybe it was an accident or maybe Yoongi's subconscious wanted those plush lips around his cock, because instead of swiping left he swiped right.

He put the phone down and got up to make a drink. He shouldn't have a coffee this late, but apparently he was living recklessly tonight. With the steaming hot drink in his hand he climbed back onto his bed. He took a sip of the dark hot liquid when he heard the ding of a notification. He cautiously leaned over and grabbed the phone, swiping away his lock screen. He could see that he had been notified of a match, so he quickly opened the app, curious as to which one of the very small pool of men he'd swiped right on that would like him back. Yoongi could feel his cheeks starting to heat up. He didn't expect to match with the blond with the lips to die for. Not only that, but the man had messaged him too.

Yoongi couldn't tell him the truth, he WAS going to swipe left, what the fuck happened with that anyway.

Yoongi choked on his coffee, Jimin looked like an angel, but an angel wouldn't talk that way. How the hell does he respond to that? Does he even want to respond to that? He placed his coffee on the side table and dragged his hand through his hair. If he didn't take this opportunity his blue balls would actually kill him. Well fuck, his response just made him sound like the world's most pathetic asshole.

Yoongi checked the time, it was quite early in the morning now. The coffee had helped wake him up, but the prospect of meeting with the cute man had him feeling even more awake than what was humanly possible. The two of them talked for the next few hours. Sharing stories of their worst dates, childhood pets, who was more powerful Superman or Ironman and their favourite songs. Yoongi finally said goodnight and put his phone on the charger. They had agreed to met at Jimin's favourite bar the 'Hit List' at 8pm that night. Seventeen hours for Yoongi to work himself up into a worried hot ass mess. Fucking great. And yet as he stared up at the ceiling a small smile broke out on his face.

Yoongi spent his Saturday doing everything he possibly could to distract himself from his date that evening. Was it a date? Do you call meeting some random off the internet to possibly fuck a date? He was too old for this shit. He rearranged his vinyl collection, read a decent chunk of his new book and practiced a few new songs on his guitar. Once the sky had turned a beautiful shade of orange and pink Yoongi knew he had to stop stalling and get his ass ready. He took an extra long shower, debating on whether to do some manscaping (since all the young kids do it these days) before deciding not to. He liked his bush, and if pretty boy wasn't a fan well tough shit for him.

He teamed his black and white shirt with a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, a leather jacket and finished it off with a few pieces of jewellery. With one last look in the mirror Yoongi slid his phone and wallet into the pocket of his jeans and left his apartment. Just as he stepped into the lift his phone pinged. It was a message from Jimin.

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Jimin is sitting at the bar when Yoongi arrives. He's deep in conversation with the bartender, so Yoongi stands by the entrance awkwardly looking around. It's a nice place, very quiet and intimate. It's dark, a few low hanging lights scattered around and tealight candles sitting in a whisky glass on each table. To his right is a large floor to ceiling window, surrounded by a mix match of old leather chairs. There is a faint smell of smoke in the air. Oddly this smell starts to calm Yoongi down, it reminds him of his grandfather. Okay, now he's nervous again. Thinking of his grandfather at a time like this?

"I'm a fucking mess." he mutters to himself as he walks over to the bar.

"Uhh sorry to interrupt, Jimin right?"

The blond turns his head and smiles, he is really more beautiful in real life Yoongi thinks to himself. He's wearing a black shirt with one too many buttons undone, his hair parted in the middle falling gracefully to each side framing his angelic looking face.

"Mmm that's right and you are?"

Um what?! Fuck, Yoongi knew he made a mistake by coming here. Ahh fuck, why did he have to make that stupid profile? He loved Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2, he could have easily watched it 100 more times.

"Relax cutie, I'm just playing, you should have seen your face," a giggle escaped from Jimin's lips. "Nice to meet you Yoongi." he stood up and extended his hand out to shake. Yoongi quickly wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and returned the handshake. Jimin's hand was engulfed in Yoongi's. He looked down and couldn't help but smile at the scene. Jimin's hands were so petite compared to his. It was a rather lovely sight.

"Order yourself a drink and we'll go sit over there." he pointed to the leather chairs Yoongi has been eyeing up earlier. He ordered an Irish Mule for himself and a Negroni for Jimin. He carried the drinks to the table, while Jimin followed closely behind. A little too close Yoongi thought. He could smell his perfume starting to mix with the smoke smell. It was a delicious combination.

The first half an hour was straight up torture for Yoongi. Even though the two of them had spent the night messaging each other it was different once he was sitting face to face with the most stunning man in all of Seoul. Yoongi avoided eye contact, mumbled and laughed dryly at Jimin's jokes. He was well and truly fucking this entire thing up.

Jimin huffed "You don't have to stick around you know, you can leave whenever you want."

Yep. He had fucked this up.

"Uhh it's not that," Yoongi starts to bite at his thumb nail "Jimin, I'm terrible at this. People stress me the fuck out, I haven't been laid in four years, I don't like leaving my apartment, you are lovely, fantastic even and that's making me even more nervous."

Jimin played with the hoop in his ear while looking directly at Yoongi, he tilted his head to the side "How can I help you relax? I thought we clicked last night?"

They did

"I'm sorry I make you nervous, I can't help it that I'm so cute." Yoongi finally looked into Jimin's eyes and they burst into laughter.

"It's not your fault. Fuck it, I need another drink . . or five that will help." he rolled his eyes before waking back to the bar.

With a few more drinks in him Yoongi was relaxed, he could feel the whiskey warming up his body. The heat in his stomach though, he was sure that was because of the attractive man sitting in front of him. The discomfort had finally vanished and instead a mellowness had fallen over the two.

"I've always liked older men." Jimin purred, his delicate small fingers, adorned with multiple silver rings, brushing against the now half empty glass.

"Aiisshh I'm only two years older than you!" Yoongi huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, but you act like you're nearly 60.” Jimin let out a hearty laugh, his eyes turning into crescents, cheeks plump and slightly pink. He slapped the table causing their glasses to shake. Yoongi quickly grabbed his to prevent it from spilling.

"It's not that funny." he didn't want to admit it, but the blond's laugh was hypnotic, he could watch Jimin laugh for hours and never tire of it.

Jimin straightened up, fingers now tracing the rim of the glass "I bet you don't fuck like an old man though."

Yoongi gulped and looked directly into Jimin's brown eyes, gone was the playful light, it was now replaced with desperate firey lust. He knew what the outcome of this date could be, and yet he was still nervous. He could feel his heart starting to race, his breath becoming faster. "Aaahh shit" Yoongi thought to himself as his left hand started to twitch, the blond's smell - a mix of orange blossom and patchouli was becoming overwhelming, he needed to calm down, he'd cum within seconds if he didn't get his shit under control.

"Heh, well I guess you'll find out later huh?"

Jimin reached over and ran his soft fingers over Yoongi's hand, playing with the bracelets that sat around his wrist.

"Why don't I find out now?"

Yoongi's friends love roasting him for his personality change when drunk. All of a sudden the quiet reserved man becomes giggly and loud. Cracking terrible jokes and singing at the top of his lungs. Sober Yoongi would never dare dream of taking a stranger to the bathroom to jerk off. Drunk Yoongi though? Try to stop him.

"Mmm Jiminshi are you sure?”

Jimin giggled at this "You are SO cute" he continued to draw his fingers over Yoongis hands "Of course I'm sure, do you wanna go back to mine? Or we could go to yours if you're more comfortable with that..."

Without thinking Yoongi stood, grabbed the blonds arm and pulled him up. They walked towards the exit, but before descending the stairs they took a left and made their way into the restroom. Once inside Yoongi pushed Jimin against the door and started kissing at his neck. "Fuck! Jimin, there is no way in hell I can wait to get back to my place, I need to feel you now." Yoongi whispered between kisses.

Yoongi leaned down and kissed his exposed chest, thank fuck Jimin had left those top buttons open. They had been torturing Yoongi all night long, but now he was thankful for it. Jimin's skin was so soft and it faintly smelled like cherry blossom lotion but he wanted more. He was desperate for more. Jimin ran his hands through Yoongi's hair and grabbed hard. Small moans escaped his lips, which drew Yoongi even crazier. He undid the buttons on his shirt and stood back. Jimin had the body of a god. Perfectly sculptured, with beautiful brown nipples begging to be sucked on. Who was Yoongi to deny god his wish?

Jimin let out a squeak when Yoongi ran his tongue over his nipples, hungrily licking and sucking at them. His right hand found it's way to the bulge in Jimin's pants and he pressed his palm down onto it. Jimin was now starting to get louder which made Yoongi smirk, he lightly nipped on Jimin's nipple before standing up and leaning in to sloppily kiss Jimin on those perfect, perfect lips, the taste of spice and bitterness still lingering.

"Uuuhhh Hyung, please touch me."

"That's what I'm doing Jimin."

"No you asshole, I want to feel you properly, get my fucking dick out." Yoongi stopped and looked at Jimin, slightly taken back by the tone of his voice. But he just smiled back - a wicked smile.

Yoongi got onto his knees and began undoing the zip of Jimin's pants. He pulled them down to his ankles, he then drew his hands up Jimin's legs, enjoying how smooth they were. He palmed Jimin's cock through his underwear eliciting a moan from the man above him. Yoongi pressed his face into Jimin's clothed cock. He took a deep breath, Jimin smelled wicked, his arousal mixed with body lotion was rousing. He alternated between sucking and licking on the cock trapped behind Calvin Klein underwear. He repeated this action a few more times before finally removing the now very damp briefs.

Jimin wasn't the biggest cock Yoongi had ever seen, but he was thick and absolutely smooth. He stroked his long fingers over his chiseled abs, along Jimin's length and then down to his balls which he cupped in his hand, massaging back and forth. He let go and brought his hand to his mouth, running his tongue over his entire palm. It was so fucking dirty and Jimin shuddered at the sight. He reached back up and gripped Jimin's cock in his now saliva covered hand. He drew his hand up and down at a frantic pace. He was too worked up to go any slower, but Jimin didn't seem to mind by the noises he was making. Oh shit, he was being too loud now. They'd get caught and thrown out or even worse the cops called.

"Shit Jimin, you need to be quiet or someone will hear us.”

“Mmm Yoongi I don't think I can cutie, why do you think I said we should get out of here."

Yoongi huffed and slowed his hand down. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimin's briefs, so he picked them up, stood and shoved them in Jimin's mouth.

"That should shut you up.... Is that okay? I can take them out if you don't like it.”

Jimin shook his head and moaned around the underwear. His mouth was stretched open and drool already starting to pool at the corners. What a fucking beautiful thing to witness. Pleased with himself Yoongi got back on his knees and kissed the tip of Jimin's cock. His tongue played with the slit, circling it before he slowly kissed down each side of his shaft. He then licked the base to tip, never taking his eyes off Jimin's. They both looked so fucked already, pupils blown out, flushed cheeks and lips swollen from the rough kissing earlier.

He started pumping slowly, wanting to tease Jimin a little, the blond was impatient though and bucked his hips into Yoongi's fist, letting him know he wanted and desperately needed it faster. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and started to move his hand at a pace the gorgeous man would enjoy. Muffled moans of pleasure let Yoongi know he had found the magic speed. He continued like this for a few minutes before letting go and taking Jimin's cock in his mouth. Oh he tasted good - of course he did he was perfect in every way why would this be any different? Yoongi hollowed his cheeks as he bobbed up and down on Jimin's length, taking it deep before pulling up and letting go with a 'pop'.

He took hold of Jimin's cock and rubbed his lips all over the head, spreading precum all over his lips and chin. He felt like such a slut, but he was loving every moment of it. Yoongi closed his eyes and slowly buried Jimin's entire cock in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He moaned around the feeling, this was what he had needed. To feel stuffed by a pretty cock attached to a pretty man. Jimin was squirming above him, his panting and moans muffled by the briefs in his mouth, but there was no doubt he was in ecstasy just like the cock starved brunette. Yoongi felt petite hands fist into his hair and start pulling and pushing trying to take some control of the situation, Yoongi slowed down and allowed Jimin to start fucking into his mouth.

With each of Jimin's thrusts his grunts became louder as he was getting closer to his orgasm. Jimin wasn't the only one getting close, after having practically become a born again virgin, Yoongi's head was dizzy with arousal and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last, his grip on Jimin's thighs tightening, bound to leave light marks the next morning. He closed his eyes and could feel the heat from his stomach rise throughout his body, his muscles tensing as he felt his release. The wet patch in Yoongi's pants made him feel absolutely filthy. He came just from sucking someone's cock? Before he had too much time to start mulling over how much of a slut he is, Jimin spills his load inside Yoongi's hot mouth. He thrusts hard a few times causing the cum to spill out of Yoongi's mouth and dribble down his chin, landing on the floor.

Jimin hisses as he slowly removes himself from Yoongi's mouth, he leans down and Yoongi yanks the underwear out of his mouth before smashing his lips against the blonds. He doesn't care that his mouth is still full of Jimin's cum, he tastes so good he wants him to experience the intoxicating taste too. When their lips part Jimin stands to put his softening cock away. Yoongi stands with him and looks around the room, avoiding eye contact.

"Umm thanks for that, that was .. uhh really good."

Jimin's bewitching smile returns "Yeah, that was amazing cutie can't say I've ever had my underwear shoved into my mouth though, but there is a first time for everything. Come here and I'll treat you good too."

"Well um, no it's okay. Honestly. I may have cum already." he sheepishly replies, still avoiding any damn eye contact.

A small "oh" left his pouty lips "well I'm glad I could have been of assistance."

The two stood awkwardly for a while before Jimin held Yoongi's hand and walked him over to the sink. He made the older man sit on the bench while he cleaned up all the mess he had made. Yoongi's heart couldn't stop beating. There was no need for Jimin to be so nice after what they had just done, but here he was doing something Yoongi actually felt was more intimate than painting the walls of his throat with his cum.

"Ah there ya go, now you can go back into the real world without anyone suspecting a thing.”

They walked outside together in silence, Yoongi had never had a hook up before. Do you crack jokes? Profess your love? Or just act like what happened never did? His mind was a million miles away when soft fingers were suddenly stroking his cheek.

"Please message me anytime you want to see each other again, and I'll be the one doing all the dirty work okay?"

This made Yoongi blush "Yeah okay. Thank you Jimin, truly I had a great night."

And it was the truth, he had so much fun he could relive the moment in his head for the next four years. Amateur Bareback 3-Way #2 wouldn't be needed when the memory of small hands, captivating moans and cum drizzling down his chin was enough to get him hard again. It had been less than 20 minutes. God dammit!

#Bts smut #yoonmin smut #yoongi smut #Jimin smut #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #yoonmin #yoongi x jimin #yoongi #jimin #bts #bts imagines #suga #bts social au #bts social media au #bts fic #bts suga #armywriterssupport

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rodeoxqueen · 4 years ago

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Stuck Thinking About You-Dante/Reader

TheLastCrusader Requested: Dante or Vergil gets immobilized in some embarrassing or inconvenient way during a job and then (Y/N) pays them company until they can be freed. How about they have a crush on (Y/N) and they don't know it is returned until the end?

Vergil’s Part: Coming Soon.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28187496

Warnings: Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Taking Care of The Twins, Vulnerability, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Characters Call Out The Writer for Her Lazy Writing

Dante was the Legendary Devil Hunter, a tried and true hunter with the might of hundreds of men. And here he was, paralyzed by a venomous demon. During a hunt, it had a lucky shot and hit him with a dart. It would have killed a normal man three times over, causing the victim to lose muscle function and die. Since Dante was not a normal man, his body would metabolize the poison in due time. It’s just too bad he was stuck in his current form, arms to his side and stiff. He was lucky to be able to talk anyway.

Nero had laughed at his predicament and dragged him back to the van by the boots, throwing him onto the spare seat like a sack of potatoes. His brother had smugly walked alongside his son, entertained by how Dante complained about his now immobilized situation.

“Laugh it up. When I can move again, I’ll be kicking your asses.” Dante threatened, face down on the cushion with his sword strapped to his back. He sounded muffled and Nero laughed at him again.

“Wait until (Y/N) found out you got shot in the butt by a demon.” Nero jeered. Dante groaned.

Oh God forbid you found out, his crush. The gorgeous and funny (Y/N). He’d be a laughingstock.

You had been working on the Devil May Cry paperwork when the red devil was carried in looking like a cardboard cut out of himself. The red devil was incredibly displeased and had a sour look on his face.

Nero and Vergil dropped him onto a couch, dusting themselves off and high-fiving.

“What happened to Dante?” You ask, seeing how Dante was unnaturally still.

“My brother was unluckily poisoned. The toxins shall wear off soon, although he will be stuck like this for the meanwhile.”

You see Dante attempt to move with his grunts and groans, yet to no avail.

“Yeah, he’s gonna have to wait for it to wear off. You should’ve seen him, he gets jabbed and he just drops like a dead body!” Nero wiped a tear of laughter off his face.

“Anyways, I gotta go back to Fortuna. Call me when he’s back to normal.” Vergil nodded as his son left the door.

He turned his gaze to you.

“I am going to retire to my room. Please let me know when he can move again.” He said as he exited the first floor.

You put your hands on your hips seeing the devil still face down on the couch.

“Um..Dante?”

“Yeah?” He said, slightly muted by the cushion.

“Are you alright?”

“Can’t move. Stuck.”

“..Do you want some help?”

“Nah, I’m alright.”

“Well, are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

There was a pause. You could hear Dante trying to breathe with the leather of the couch right up on his nose.

“Would you like to be face up?”

Dante stopped for a moment.

“Yes.” You grinned, getting up from your seat to help out the red devil. Rolling up the sleeves of your sweater, you began by pulling on his side at the innermost of the sofa. You grunted as you put all your might on him.

He was literally built like a brick house, and he sure as hell weighed like one. You broke a sweat getting him to be perpendicular to the couch before gravity helped out and you tipped him over. He fell back on the couch with a resounding thump.

“Thanks (Y/N).” He flashed his charming grin, a bit of a struggle as his face muscles were slightly numb.

You smiled at him. You saw how his veins were slightly darker, and he was quite pale. His body must be working overtime to detox itself.

“Do you want anything while you’re trapped like this?” He made an effort to try to shrug.

“I’m good.” Dante was not good. He was freaking out. You were used to touching him, punching him when he said a joke too cheesy, and those grazing touches he’d freak out internally over. You had such nice hands. His side where you pulled him up had tingled.

You made your way back to the desk, Dante’s eyes on your rear.

You went back to work, typing up reports, and examining payments from clients. Music played from your headphones, leaving Dante in silence.

The sounds of you typing, scratching down notes on a notebook, and humming lull him to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up, he’ll be up and running again.

You were half an hour into your work when you heard snores. Looking up, you see that the younger Sparda twin was fast asleep, probably sleeping off the toxins. An endeared smile crept up your face, seeing how at peace he was.

Dante was an attractive guy, he was nice and funny. He seemed to always want to hang out with you and make you laugh. What a nice half-demon who was your boss.

The veins around his neck seemed to pulse, forcing the blood to withdraw the demonic toxins within it.

You admired the white-haired male, before going back to the papers.

Dante woke up a few hours later.

He tried to stretch, only to find his limbs were still stuck to his sides.

“Ah shit.” He mumbled, yawning. His jaw popped in several places and he tried turning his head to see you.

You answered the phone tucked by your ear as you rapidly typed out more reports.

Once you had hung up the phone, you saw that the sleeping man had awakened.

“Hey, Dante. You’re up. How are you feeling?” Dante sighed.

“Still can’t move.” You frowned. Even with his metabolism?

“Aw, that sucks.”

“Is that all my paperwork?” Dante asked, seeing the mountain of papers on the table. You slapped the yellowed papers.

“This bad boy can fit so many missing payments.” You joked, quoting a car commercial you saw. Dante rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s all make fun of Dante.” He said.

You went back to check a few things. Dante peered at the clock. Crap, he always forgets to fix that clock. It’s been 4 o’clock for three months now.

Dante coughed. He hadn’t had a sip of anything for hours now and napping always made him wake up with a desert-dry throat. He also wanted to rub his eyes but once again, can’t move.

There was a knock on the door. You grabbed your wallet and got to the door. An amazing smell hit Dante’s nose.

You came back into his line of sight when you came back with a plastic bag

“You hungry?” You asked, opening the box of pizza you had ordered. You hummed with approval when you saw no olives.

“Meh, not really.”

Just when Dante wanted to be low-key, his stomach made the loudest noise. It was like a damn whale call. Mind you, he was starving after his nap. He flushed with embarrassment but tried to play it off.

You laughed. You made your way over to Dante.

“It’s fine, I got enough for the two of us.” Setting the pizza box on the ground, you sat next to his still paralyzed form.

“Oh man, you totally didn’t have to-” His stomach made a louder noise at the amplified smell of baked goods.

You laughed at his expression.

“It’s not like I can just move and take a slice right now.” He groaned. His eyes widened when you held up a fork of sliced pizza. You absolute angel.

“I know.” You winked.

“Now say ah..” You teased. He smirked, opening his mouth to be fed.

Dante felt the warm cheesy culinary creation hit his tastebuds. He reveled in the lack of olives, something he always got on his slices whenever he ordered.

You helped yourself to your own slices between feeding Dante.

He swallowed wrong, and coughed. He had already hid his dry throat from you, not wanting to be needy. He continued coughing like a madman. A straw hit his lip and he simply sipped it, doing whatever he could to counter his fit.

The familiar sweetness of cola soothed him and he let out a small burp.

“My bad.” He smiled as you laughed. His eyes darted to the can of soda you put back on the floor. Holy shit. You were drinking out of that. You gave him your straw. You were cool sharing drinks with him. That was an indirect kiss. Dante was ready to implode. Before you could notice his shock, he quickly made a diversion.

“Where did you order this? It’s a lot better than the place I order at.” He asked after another forkful. You shrugged.

“It was this new place that recently opened up. It’s close where I live. Thought I’d spice things up a bit and pick a new joint.”

“Have you been there before?”

You shook your head no.

“Yeah, I haven’t. This was my first time ordering there.” Maybe next time Dante could take you there.

“Feeling bold aren’t we?” You asked smugly at his mumbled sentence. Shit. He did not mean to say that out loud.

“Uh. Yeah. I am.” He sputtered. You chuckled at the devil’s sudden bashfulnes.

Dante wished he knew when to shut up. This was one of the times he wished he could.

“Yeah. I like you a lot. You’re really nice to me, you’re real good looking too. This is totally not how I wanted to ask you out but here I am. This is really awkward for me. You can totally say no. I’m not going to be mad. I’m also your boss so that might be weird-”

“Tell you what-” You quickly gave him another piece of pizza.

“Once you can move again, I’ll take you on that offer.” You winked. Dante almost choked again.

“I like you too, if you haven’t noticed.” You added, looking away for a moment.

He laughed. You angel.

Once the slices were cleared and the drink finished, you cleaned up. Dante saw through the window a completely dark night.

“Whoa. It’s super late. Are you sure you want to go out that late?” Dante asked, genuinely worried.

You shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not too bad. I don’t live that far-”

“I can teleport you home.” Vergil called from the stairs. The older twin came down with his book in hand.

“Oh Vergil. Nice to see you again. I saved you a couple slices of pizza.” You pointed to the box that lied on Dante’s desk.

“No need. Although the gesture was very kind of you.” Vergil quickly took out the Yamato, slashing through dimensions.

“Well this is oddly convenient plot-wise. Totally lazy writing. The writer definitely gave up with the conclusion. This is outrageously well-timed.” You said, hands on your hips. Vergil gave you a look.

“What?”

“What.”

“Anyways. I’ll see you soon. Call me when you’re back to normal.” You say to Dante. He winks at you and makes a click noise with his mouth. He’d do the finger guns too but again, he can’t freaking move.

You left promptly, waving at Dante and thanking Vergil.

The older twin turns around to see his shameless brother.

“So, how long were you upstairs waiting for her to leave?”

“Too long. I’m surprised she took overtime just to take care of your sorry self.”

“I’m the one with a hot date, Mr. I Got Laid Once.”

His brother scowled.

“If it were not for the fact that you are not a fair match in your current condition, I would have slaughtered you by now.” The Yamato was pointed in his direction and Dante blew a raspberry at him.

“Whatever.”

“I’m going to bed. You can stay on the couch, you dolt.” Vergil snipped, going back up the stairs. The lights were shut off, leaving Dante in darkness.

Dante smirked, closing his eyes. He can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and plan out a date with you.

#dante x reader #dante imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry imagine #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #nero is here i guess #vergil shows up last minute for plot relevance #so many meme references

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scornedlove · 3 years ago

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

ROBYN

I called Mel to blow off some steam, but her phone was going straight to voicemail. To say I was boiling was an understatement. Half an hour later, I found myself asking for a shot of whiskey at the nearest bar. Some place that probably hadn’t had a new customer in weeks.

“I’ll take a water with lemon” John stated, his eyes roaming the dark room. The place was small, yet cold and unfamiliar. There wasn’t many people here, but you could tell the few present were regulars.

“Thanks for coming in with me, I know this ain’t in ya job description” I sighed, trying my hardest not to dump all my problems on him.

“I’m just glad you got up out the house. I was beginning to think you replaced me”

“You know better than that! You ain’t getting rid of me that easy” I chuckled in surprise. I tossed back my shot and motioned for the bartender to refill me, wasting no time to toss that one back too.

“This whiskey’s not gonna have you trying to throw bottles upside my head again is it?”

“I promise I’ll behave myself” I crossed my heart with my right hand. “Sometimes, I get so worked up and I just need to take the edge off. Whiskey helps.”

“Don’t let this shit be your go to” he advised, glancing over his shoulder to see who walked in when the door opened.

“Shopping is my go to, Mary Jane is definitely the runner up, but this shit easily takes third place.” I admitted, nonchalantly. “Everybody needs an outlet”

“You gonna have to find some better outlets. I know it’s hard, but I’ve been where you are before and it ain’t a pretty place. I’m not going to sit back and watch you spiral downhill.”

“Eh, to each their own. I’m sure you got your outlets.” I shrugged, before requesting another refill and quickly gulping it down. John just shook his head and looked back at the door as a couple of people walked out. I loved how alert he always was, it made me feel safe. Safe enough, to order another shot.

“Can you at least slow down?” he demanded rather than asked. “Ain’t no way yo tolerance that high.”

“Boy please! I am Bajan, we can hold our liquor.” I teased, starting to feel myself. The whiskey had my temperature rising, so I slid my jacket down on to the stool. The bartender placed my refill in front of me, this time flashing his dingy smile while his eyes burned a hole in my chest.

“Thanks, we’ll let you know if we need anything else” John practically yelled to snap him from his daze.

“Sorry man. We don’t get models in here often” he apologized before tending to the other couple at the bar.

“Bullshit” I blurted before falling into giggles. “I know I look like shit today, but that was a good save”

“You ready? Cause I’m ready to get up outta here.” John stood, with his mind made up. He’s never bossed me around before and oddly enough, it was turning me on.

“Wait, just let me get-”

“You’ve had enough, let’s go.” he ordered, looking down at me. I was beginning to imagine his dark skin on mine and realized he was right. It had to be the liquor taking over, so I shook the thought away and stood like he requested.

"Yeah, you’re right, I uh, need to do some shopping anyway.” I stammered, leaving a few twenty's on the counter before leading the way out.

The ride to the mall was awkward. I rolled and smoked an entire blunt to myself on the way. I could tell John was pissed, but I didn’t understand why or even cared to ask. I’m sick of people trying to give me advice I didn’t ask for. I’m grown as hell and if I want to get fucked up in the middle of the day on a Monday, then that’s what I’ll do.

“I know how long these trips can be and I don’t want you to feel rushed, just give me a call when you’re ready” he stated, once we reached the mall entrance.

“Don’t even worry about it. Thanks for the ride, enjoy the rest of your day” I added, jumping out the back seat before he’d even come to a complete stop. I didn’t want to be around his bad energy, that shit was contagious. I’ll just have to take a cab home. I’d much rather ride with a stranger than be judged.

Turns out John was right. I spent much more time shopping than I expected. There wasn’t much traffic and I enjoyed not having to wait in lines. I treated myself to new clothes, shoes, earrings, and a new purse. Everything I wanted was in stock and I had many of the stores to myself. Apparently I picked a good day to splurge because I spent well over forty grand.

After shopping, I ordered some Chinese food and found a little corner to myself in the food court. I was so happy about the leopard print Louboutin booties I found, I had to put them on before I even touched my food. Something about leopard print made me feel sexy and I needed that feeling now.

I slipped my flats off and smiled as the softness of the booties welcomed my feet. They made me feel so good, I forgot about my bad day. I started to devour my food as if all the appetite I was missing all week suddenly appeared from nowhere. When I was done, I wasted no time getting in line at the ice cream shoppe.

I sat down again, taking my time and enjoying my chocolate chip, double dip cone a little too much. I was in heaven, oblivious to my surroundings. A weird feeling crept over me and I felt like I was being watched. My eyes shot up for a quick scan and immediately locked on the culprit. Christopher fucking Brown.

I stared back for what seemed like forever, but he wasn’t letting up so I decided to show out. If he thought he couldn’t stop looking before, he wouldn’t know what to do when I made him wish he were the ice cream.

“I knew my eyes weren’t deceiving me” a smooth baritone caught me off guard in the middle of my act. I sighed deeply before locking eyes with the one night stand I was supposed to never see again.

“Today has got to be my lucky day” he grinned.

“Hey Stranger” I smirked, swallowing the big ass frog in my throat. I should’ve put my ice cream down, but I couldn’t. I just took bites instead of licks while he eyeballed my lips.

“Nah, call me Rocky” he pleaded, his eyes roaming with no shame. Fuck I thought to myself, realizing I left my favorite black leather jacket at the bar. My nipples were at full attention and an apparent distraction, so I crossed my arms.

“I thought we agree-”

“You really want me to treat you like a stranger after the way I had your body feeling the last time you saw me?” he asked, inviting himself to sit in front of me.

“We agreed to no names”

“Who are you shopping with, if you don’t mind me asking?” he quizzed, checking out my table full of bags.

“Damn you nosy” I frowned, shaking my head. “Who you here with?”

“Shit, I’m here with you. I just wanna know who about to be pissed when your plans change up.”

“How my plans change up?” I giggled, loving his persistence.

“I got somewhere I wanna take you”

“Boy you don’t even know me”

“I know what you taste like. You gonna let me taste you again?” he asked wetting his lips before biting the bottom one and slowly letting it out. Flashbacks of his lips on my body sent shivers down my spine. Before I could even respond, I could see Chris approaching at record speed with Nicki on his tail.

CHRIS

“Thank you for getting me out the house today” Nicki smiled, taking a bite from her huge, soft pretzel. “This is exactly what I needed!”

“Me too” I mumbled between bites of my pretzel dog. I was glad I was feeling better than I had the day before, but I still felt crappy. Yesterday I laid around with a hang over from hell, but when Nicki called today I had to pull my shit together.

“I’m so glad Sam will be home for good today. All I can ever think about is what if he misses our baby’s birth”

“Aren’t you due next month?”

“Yeah, but look how fat I am! There’s no way I can hold this baby for another month!” she stood up and turned sideways for me to see her silhouette.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be back to yourself in no time. You’re having a healthy baby. That’s the important part.” I stressed and her face immediately dropped in shame.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Sorry for what?”

“Complaining. I’m grateful for this entire experience. I just wish Sam could’ve found a closer job sooner, but it’s done now and I’m soooo grateful” she beamed as her phone vibrated on the table. “Speak of the devil.”

“Tell him I said what up” I laughed at her girlish demeanor while she spoke with her husband. Somehow they pulled through their long distance relationship, even with the hormone roller coaster. I was happy for them.

“So are you spending Thanksgiving in Texas with Tae now that Mama got her own thing going on?” Nicki quizzed after hanging up with Sam. I hadn’t told her it was over with me and Tae yet, I was hoping to avoid this conversation altogether.

“Nah. You know me, I like to make my rounds. Are you cooking? I’m tryna come get one of your plates!”

“Noooo Chris! Holidays show a girl how serious you are about her. You gotta at least try to go see her, it’s important!”

“Well, sh-”

“Robyn”

“No, it’s not about Rob-”

“No, I was saying, is that Robyn?” she nodded across the food court towards the ice cream shoppe. Sure enough, Robyn was standing in line with three bags on one arm and her wallet in hand as she waited to order.

“Damn, she looks good” I blurted under my breath. I didn’t know where we stood since the last time we spoke, so I definitely wasn’t going over there.

“That hair looks so good on her. When’s the last time ya’ll talked?”

“Not long ago, and it wasn’t pleasant” I answered honestly, unable to take my eyes from her as she paid and grabbed her ice cream from the cashier. She quickly found an empty table, set her things down, and began to devour her ice cream in the most seductive way. On top of that, the dress she wore revealed every curve and way too much skin.

When she sat down, her eyes met mine. She refused to break eye contact and began to lick her ice cream with a flat tongue, curving it around the top. She winked at me, then opened her mouth wide before sucking her ice cream from the top, clearly giving me a show.

“So ya’ll cool or not?” Nicki’s voice snatched me back to attention. My head snapped in her direction to see if she was seeing what I was but she was preoccupied with her phone. When I looked back at Robyn, there was someone else sitting in front of her, blocking my view.

This guy must’ve been enjoying the same show I was, too bad he didn’t stand a chance. Rob’s the kind of girl that doesn’t even give a guy two seconds if he’s not worth it, which made me wonder why this guy was still sitting there.

“I don’t know. Let’s go say wassup” I suggested as Nicki tossed the last of her food in her mouth, then followed me towards Robyn.

As we approached her, a huge smile spread across her face and she waved in our direction. I wasn’t sure what to expect but my nerves relaxed a bit.

“Oh my God! Look at you!” Robyn shrieked, jumping up to hug Nicki.

“No bitch, look at you! I was just telling Chris how bomb this haircut is on you!” Nicki returned the love. I tried to get a word in, but Robyn turned her back to me and proceeded to talk to Nic like I wasn’t even there.

“I can’t believe you almost done cooking the munchkin already!” She squealed, rubbing Nicki’s belly.

“Yes girl, exactly 28 more days!”

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know yet, we wanted a surprise”. They went back and forth for what seemed like forever, paying me no mind. I waited patiently until Robyn attempted to leave with the random guy without speaking to me. She tried to walk by me so I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, catching her off guard.

“So you just gonna ignore me?” I asked, glaring into her shocked expression. It took a second of thought but to my surprise, she shook her head no, so I wasted no time leading the way to an empty table for a little privacy.

“How you been?” I began, instantly pissing her off.

“What you mean How I been?” she mimicked rolling her eyes. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I ran into Rayven last night..you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

"Wow, you pulled me to the side to ask about Rayven?” she asked, with slanted eyes.

“No, that’s not wh-”

“Fuck you Christopher. I should beat your ass like I did her” she frowned, attempting to walk off. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me again, with a little more force this time.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked, trying to smell it on her breath but only smelling the ice cream. “Who’s this guy your with? Do you know him?”

“Mind the business you chose over me. I ain’t yo woman.” she spat, before returning to the lucky punk waiting for her. Those words hurt like daggers but I was more embarrassed than anything.

“I guess it’s safe to say ya’ll not cool” Nicki spoke, breaking the silence on the ride home.

“I don’t know Nic, I think I really messed up this time”

“Ah hell, what you do now?” she shook her head in frustration as I caught her up on my cursed love life.

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” she asked, raising her brow as she stared me in the face.

“That’s all I’m asking”

“You sound confused as fuck! At the end of the day, who do you love?

“I can’t even lie. I love them both”

“Who do you want to be with....like forever”

“I don’t know”

“Well that’s your problem. You gotta figure out what you want” she shook her head in disbelief.

“It’s not that easy. See with Tae I have this clean slate, well almost clean. Distance is the only problem. “

“Which is a pretty big problem” she pointed out.

“But with Rob there’s so much chemistry, history, love... it would be hard to come back from what we been through”

“Well if you put it like that, do you want hard as shit or hard as fuck?” she teased, cracking herself up.

“Thanks for the lovely advice”

“I can’t help you bro, you on your own!”

“I can see that!”

“Nah, but for real, every time I’ve seen you and Tae together you seem happy as hell. I mean head over heels, you stay cheesing like a damn girl, and treating her like a princess. But when you talk about Robyn you seem unsure and even kind of depressed. I’m sure it’s because of the accident, and everything else that happened but aren’t you ready to put all of that behind you?”

“Put Robyn behind me? “I sighed, giving it deep thought. It wasn’t like she was fucking with me anyhow. After seeing her today I was even more confused than before.

“That situation is out of your hands at this point. I’m sorry, but it’s clear to me that Rob ain’t fucking with you bro. I can tell you’re not really taking Tae serious because you’re hoping Rob comes around. That’s bullshit and you definitely owe Tae an apology. Start there and just see where everything else goes.” she suggested, as she kicked her shoes off and kicked her feet up on the dash.

“That girl don’t want to talk to me”

“Of course not, you gotta go bigger than a phone call”

“Like what?”

“Like go see her. Go spend Thanksgiving with her! Have you ever been to her place? She’s been to your crib, your galleries, and met all your people. Ya’ll been together long enough, it’s time for you to meet the family. Matter of fact, you should pop up on her!”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I grinned, realizing how right she was. It was obvious I hadn’t been putting in much effort and that’s probably why she keeps one foot in the door and the other out. She just needs a grand gesture to know how important she is to me.

With Nic’s help, I came up with the perfect plan to get us back on track. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, so I wasted no time booking my flight and a room near her salon. All I had to do was show up and speak my peace. How hard could that be?

#rihanna #ff #fanfiction #fanfic #chris brown

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Love and Leather /part fifty one/

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: This is kinda a filler, but also not really at the same time. Wasn’t planning for this chapter be to this damn long. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: language, half assed smut, so sweet it rots your teeth fluff

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*January 1990*

Vanity and Nikki found themselves lounging around the pool of a very nice resort. They had finally gone on the vacation to the Bahamas her grandparents had gifted a few months back. They decided to skip Christmas and just spend a week here. So far the couple had adventured all over the island, taking part in scuba diving, zip lining and jet skiing. Nikki was also adamant about getting Vanity in the shark cage with him, but that was a hard no from her. Now, after a day of exploring the island town, Vanity laid in one chair, wearing a dark blue bikini with black shades covering her eyes as she basked in the sun. Nikki sat besides her, softly strumming the strings of his bass.

“Ya know, Sixx. I was thinking...” Vanity perked up, taking a sip of her pina colada.

“Don’t hurt yourself angel.” Nikki teased, causing Vanity to gently slap his knee.

“Asshole-“ They both laughed together, “We should take more vacations together, this has been fun. Can we stay a little bit longer? Please?” Vanity begged, looking over at him and giving Nikki her best smile.

“Doll, I wish we could. But we have to get back by Saturday. We leave for tour in a week and i still need to get some stuff squared away before I leave.” Nikki expressed, groaning at the pouty lip she was giving him.

“I promise, when the tour is over we will go on vacation again, wherever you want too. You can pick.” He assured her, watching Vanity lay back down on the chair.

“Okay fine, but I want to go to Paris with you.” She smiled widely, reaching for his hand as he brought her hand up to his lips.

“Anything for you, Princess.” Nikki responded making Vanity grin cheekily as she took her hand back, placing it under her head as she continued to sun bathe.

Nikki chewed on his bottom lip, plucking at the strings as he eyed the cowboy hat he had been wearing on the today. His eyes were mainly fixated on the little black box that was hidden underneath it. He stared at Vanity getting comfortable in the chair, his eyes gazing down the contours of her body. He took in every detail of her. How her hair was pulled back in a messy bun that still made her look sexy as hell. Her skin was sun kissed and she was wearing tanning oil that made every inch of her glisten. He saw bruises from his fingers on her hips, as he saw marks from his lips on her thighs. He saw the scar on the side of her knee that was in the shape of a crescent moon. His eyes wandered down farther to the golden anklet that had little tiny roses on it.

“I can feel you looking at me.” Vanity says with a smirk and closed eyes under her sunglasses.

Nikki snapped out of his thoughts, “I don’t ever wanna stop looking at you...”

Vanity turned her head to the side, tilting her glasses down to look at him, “Well, I am pretty nice on the eyes.” Nikki rolled his eyes at her arrogance.

She took a sip of her cocktail and glanced over at him again, “You’re pretty easy on the eyes too, Nikki.”

Nikki bit his lip, smiling at her. He grabbed the little black box, dropping to one knee in front of her as Vanity’s eyes widened, “Nikki? What are you doing?” She asked pushing her sunglasses up and putting her cocktail down.

Nikki stared at her, clearing his throat before he decided on talking, “Vanity, I love you so god damn much. I know I’ve put you through hell and back and honestly, I don’t deserve you at all. I think...I think you and I are meant to be, we always find our way back to one another. I think in every universe as you like to put it, we would always find each other.”

Nikki pauses, opening up the tiny little box, “I won’t promise to be the best husband in the world, but I think I can promise you I’ll be an okay one. I want you, and I want this forever. What do you say doll? Will you marry me?”

Vanity teared up, placing her hands on the side of his cheeks as they both smiled at one another, “Yes Nikki! A thousand times over!” She exclaimed, quickly pulling him into a deep and loving kiss. Nikki smiles against her lips before he broke the kiss, gently taking her hand in his as he slipped the ring on her finger. He pulled her up to her feet, bringing Vanity into a strong embrace as he picked her up off the concrete. She laughed in his ear, wrapping her arms around his shoulder as she kissed his lips again.

“I love you.” Vanity says between pecks on the lips. She pulls away from him, leaning into his chest as she admires the ring. Her eyes widened at the sight of the diamonds that rested against the silver band.

“Does it live up to the princesses taste?” Nikki chuckled, but deep down he hopped she said yes.

Vanity admires the shimmering of the stones in the sunlight, “It’s absolutely perfect, Nikki. Thank you.” She smiled, giving him soft eyes as he nodded.

“You deserve nothing but the best. I wanted big, but not crazy big.” Nikki retorted

“Sixx, I would have been fine with one of the rings you always wear. Yours are cool.” She said sitting back down on her chair as Nikki sat across from her on his.

“Well, if I would have known...” He says, taking off a platinum ring, that had ‘Mötley’ engraved into it. It was one of his most prized possessions. The record label had gotten all four of them those rings right after ‘Shout at the Devil’ was released.

He put the ring in the palm of her hand. She held it tight before putting it on the thumb opposite of the hand that had the engagement ring on. Was still too loose, but not loose enough for her to lose it.

“We’re getting married!” Vanity squealed, as she broke out in a huge smile, causing Nikki to smile with her. She grabbed her half drunken cocktail, “Cheers, Sixx!” Nikki laughed, grabbing his water bottle.

“To us babe.”

*a few days later, Vanity’s POV*

I sat criss cross on the bed as I watched Nikki go back and forth between the closet and his suitcases. He was packing last minute for the tour, I told him to start even before we left for a mini vacation. But of course, he didn’t listen.

I frowned when he zipped up the last suitcase, “Do you really have to go?” I asked as he put on his jacket.

“Yes Van, you know I have to go. I’ll only be gone for six months. Then I’ll be back here for a month and then leave again.” He explained as I still pouted.

“That’s such a long time Nikki. We haven’t been apart before.” I explained as he chuckled.

“Princess, I’ve gone on countless tours and you were fine with it, what’s the issue now?” He asked as he grabbed his wallet and sunglasses from the nightstand.

“We weren’t together before.�� I mumbled as he sighed and sat down on the bed next to me.

“It’s gonna be fine. We’ll be fine. Stop all that worrying in that pretty little head of yours. You’ll be fine and I’ll be fine.” Nikki tried reassuring me, but it wasn’t working.

“You trust me, right?” He asked, guiding me by my chin to look at him.

I nodded, “Yes, of course I trust you...”

“That doesn’t sound convincing babe.” He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine briefly.

I shook my head, taking his hand away from my face and holding it, “No! I do trust you. I just don’t trust the groupies and the people who may or may not offer you booze or drugs.”

He sighed, “The girls are always gonna be apart of it, that’s just how it is. But baby I love you and only you, you know that. Those chicks could never compare to you and they could never suck my cock as well as you can.” He said with a laugh as I lightly hit his chest.

“And the drugs or the booze, no one is gonna be around us that will jeopardize all of our sobriety. There’s gonna be rules.” Nikki explained as I nodded.

I pressed my hand against his cheek as he kissed the palm of my hand, “You’ll call me if it becomes too much? I don’t care what time it’s at, if you need me, call me.”

He put his hand on top of mine, “Yes, especially after I kick the groupies out of my hotel room after a long night of orgies.” He joked as I slapped his chest harder this time.

He wrapped his arm around me and brought us down to the bed, “I’m only joking.” He laughed as he kissed the front of my neck and down my chest a bit, “I’m going to miss you so god damn much.” He mumbled, laying his head on my shoulder.

I nodded, “I’m gonna miss you too. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself, we haven’t been apart since rehab.” I felt him sigh on top of me as he kissed my shoulder.

Our time was cut short as we both heard honking from outside, signaling the limo was here to pick him up. He got off of me and grabbed his suitcases. I helped him by grabbing his backpack as I followed him down the stairs.

“Just think, by the time the tour finishes we’ll be getting married.” Nikki spoke softly as I handed him the backpack.

“...And then a whole life of rockstar touring.” I said as he sighed, “...and you leaving all the time and-“ He cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

“You can always back out now if you want.” He suggested, eyebrow raised as he stared at me.

I scoffed, shoving his hand away, “Please, I am not a pussy.”

He smiled as he bent down to pet Anarchy, “You be good, pretty girl.” Anna wagged her tail and gave Nikki a sloppy, wet kiss.

Nikki handed his bags to the driver as he put them away. Nikki grabbed my hand and pulled me too him, arms quickly wrapping around my waist, “I love you, and I’ll be back. I’ll probably end up flying you out in a few months.” He mumbled as he kissed the top of my head.

I sniffled, feeling his light laughter as he held me tighter, “Van, Babe. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” His voice was smooth as he pulled away from me, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“We’re gonna be fine.” I told him as he nodded.

“Yes baby girl, cause we’re Nikki and Vanity and we get through everything.” He whispered before softly pressing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

“Tell me I’m the best.” He muttered against my lips as I smiled into it.

“Nikki Sixx, you’re the best and you’re gonna fucking kick ass on this tour.”

Nikki smiled widely, stepping away from me as he still held my hand, “I love you and I can’t wait to marry you.” He said, kissing my ring before placing my hand on his chest.

“Sir, we have to get to the airport. The others are waiting.”

“I love you Sixx, go do what you do best.” I said as he smirked.

“Well, that requires me to take you back upstairs then.” He quickly replied, causing my face to heat up as I shook my head.

“Go away.” I told him as he laughed. Nikki stole one last kiss from me before getting into the limo.

“I’ll call you, doll.” Nikki said, rolling down the window as he put up the devil horns. I returned them right back as I watched the limo take him away.

I exhaled deeply, sitting down on our front steps as I played with the engagement ring. Anarchy laid down by my feet as I rubbed her back.

“Just a few months without him. We’ll be fine.”

*five months later, June 1990*

“Nikki! You got a call!” A roadie yelled for me as I stepped away from some girls after they asked me to sign their tits. I grabbed the phone and brought it up to my ear.

“Kept me waiting long enough, Sixx.” I smiled hearing Vans voice.

“Well baby, you caught me in the middle of something.” I chuckled as she groaned.

“Let me guess, another orgy?” She joked as I heard the wind in the background.

“You driving somewhere?” I asked as she stayed quiet.

“Yeah uh...just doing a few things. When does the show start?” She questioned as I looked down at my watch.

“Mmmm, in about forty minutes. Skid Row is on right now..” I explained as I heard her let out an audible gasp.

“Can...can you get me an autograph? I love them.” I rolled my eyes, “Is this gonna be another Guns and Roses thing?” I asked as she let out a laugh.

“No, but Sebastian Bach has really pretty hair and a nice voice, but I prefer my bassist.”

“Good answer, doll. I miss you. Did you get the invoice for the plane ticket next month?” I asked as I hopped up on a metal crate.

“Yeah I did, the lay over is really long but it’s fine I’ll deal with it...I miss you too Nik, I’m so bored without you. I taught Anarchy how to roll over.” Vanity explained as I smiled to myself.

“That’s good princess. And i know it’s been hard but we’re almost half way through it.”

“Nikki! We gotta go!” T-bone said, banging his drumsticks against the wall.

“Show time?” Vanity asked, I could hear the pout in her voice, “Yes Princess, ill call you when the shows over and I’m back at the hotel...and I’ll get you an autograph from the band too.”

I heard her giggle followed by loud yelling, “I thought you were driving?” I questioned as she again went quiet, “Vanity?”

“I was driving, but I got to where I needed to be it’s uh...just some guys doing stuff-“ I then heard some guy yelling for her over the phone.

“Nik, I gotta go! Good luck tonight! I love you!”

“I lo-“ I stopped talking when I heard the phone call disconnect. I handed the phone back to the roadie.

“Everything good back at home?” Tommy asked as I looked at him. I shook off my thoughts and put on a smile.

“Yeah man, lets go play.”

*Vanity’s POV*

“You’re late.” Doc said to me as I smiled, handing him over my luggage.

“You’re fault for getting me a late flight, and I was hungry.” I explained as he huffed. He handed me a lanyard that had a badge with Nikki’s face on it. I glanced at it, seeing him iconically sticking his finger up his nose. What a gentleman.

“He still doesn’t know you’re here?” Doc questioned as he led me to Nikki’s dressing room. No loose panties and no bottles of jack. It was completely different. The only thing that was left was cigarette smoke in the air.

“No, not a clue.” I smiled widely at him, “I gotta get dressed and then I’ll be ready to go out there.” I explained as he nodded and left me alone.

About thirty minutes later, I had finished getting dressed. I picked out a pair of ripped up tight blue jeans and a torn up Dr. Feelgood T-shirt. I left my hair down and touched up my make up before putting the backstage pass back on and walking out the door.

The closer I got to the stage, the louder the fans got and I could hear that the guys were playing ‘Girls, Girls, Girls.’

Doc motioned for me and led me to the curtain as Security escorted me down by the stage right in front of Nikki. I was trying to avoid being shoved by their unruly fans as I saw Nikki rolling around on the stage. My heart felt like it was about to jump right out of my chest seeing him again.

Also, if I was wearing panties they would have dropped to the floor. He was sweaty as hell, wearing tight leather pants and no shirt as his bass hanged loosely from around his neck. His face was covered by his hair before he flipped it back and out of his face as he continued strumming his bass. I sighed, perching my elbows up on the security barrier as I watched the guys play.

I’ve never heard them sound so well. Before, the sound was tolerable but it was always off due to one of them, usually Nikki being fucked up. It was refreshing, they all looked so healthy and happy. Even Mick had a little smile on his face.

A few girls to the side of me were screaming for him to pay even the tiniest amount of attention to them. One even went out of her way to remove her black and red bra from under her shirt and threw it at his boots. I chuckled when Nikki broke out into a smirk and hung the bra over his mic stand, then watched the three girls fight over the guitar pick he threw at them.

I decided I would rather surprise him backstage, so I walked through the crowd before heading through the security wall. I jumped up on a metal crate, sitting Indian style as I watched the roadies start packing things away, mainly Skid Row’s items as their name was spray painted on the side.

I hope Nikki is happy to see me. I mean, I know he obviously would be, but I was suppose to come next month and not this month. I just thought maybe the surprise would be nice for the both of-

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” My thoughts were interrupted when a man with long dark brown hair and a nose piercing connecting to his ear with a chain approached me. I sat up straight, realizing he was Rachel Bolan.

I shrugged, “Yeah, I guess?” I glanced over him, seeing the black muscle tank top he was wearing plus extremely ripped up blue jeans.

“Do your lips taste as good as they look?” He asked, a proud smirk plastered across his face as I let out a chuckle.

“Uh....how about you go ask Nikki Sixx when he gets off stage and let me know how it goes.” I suggested, eyebrow raised as the smirk left his face in an instant.

He stumbled over his next sentence, “oh, fuck. I-I didn’t realize...you’re the girlfriend. I-I uh mean the fiancé. I am so sorry.”

I was amused watching him, “I am. I’m Vanity. Nice to meet you.” I said sticking out my hand as he gently shook it, “I’m a fan of your band.”

He smiled, “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too. Sixx and Tommy are always talking about you.”

He quickly continued, scratching the top of his head, “Look, I really am sorry. The lighting is bad back here...”

“And you thought I was a random chick you thought you’d get lucky with?” I asked, licking my lips as I watched him squirm.

“I...I mean...yeah...I saw a super hot chick just sitting here by herself looking lonely and might wanted some company.” He defended himself as he stared at me, well at my tits.

“Oh, Nikki’s gonna love this.” I giggled as I smiled widely at him.

“No! No! Please don’t tell him! I’m already on his shit list!” He expressed frantically, as I laughed some more.

“Oh, I’m sure you aren’t on his shit list. Nikki’s a nice guy...well when he wants to be.” I pondered over the idea, “What did you do?”

He sighed dramatically and hopped up on the crate next to me, his leg resting against mine, “okay, so everything was going fine and then one night I told him that the Ramones are way better than T.rex ever would be. And then he just started being a dick, he had my bass ‘stolen’”- he used air quotes as I tried following along, “by having Tommy hide it the whole night, it’s my favorite bass. Then, he totally told this chick I was trying to bang that I had crabs! And I don’t! So he told the chick to go be with Tommy! And she was smokin hot too! He then made me get a lap dance from a really ugly stripper, did you know there was ugly strippers? Because I sure as hell didn’t.”

I stared at him, “Well...you went wrong by saying the Ramones are way better than T.rex. That’s like one of his favorite bands ever. Plus, he’s probably been bored and just having fun at your expense.” I shrugged, listening to Tommy’s drum solo.

“Well he’s an asshole.” I scoffed at his statement.

“And he’s allowing your band to open up for him, so I’d watch it if I were you.” I replied hastily as he put his hands up in defeat.

“Look babe, I’m just venting. You wanted to know.” Rachel said, causing me to roll my eyes at the pet name he assumed was okay to call me.

“You sure know how to make an impression.” I mumbled, running my hand through my hair as I looked away from him.

“I think we’re getting off on the wrong foot, can I get you a drink? We have beer in our dressing room.” Rachel suggested, smiling widely at me.

“Thought no booze was allowed on the tour?” I asked him as he shrugged.

“Within the confines of our dressing room it is. So, what do you say? Want to come meet the rest of the band?”

I stared at him for a moment, “Come on! Motley isn’t going to be done for at least another thirty minutes. I’ll get you back to Nikki before he’s off the stage.” As he continued to persuade me I hopped off the crate and stood in front of him, backing up a bit as he towered over me.

We started walking to their dressing room as he slyly slung his arm over my shoulders. I tensed up, crossing my arms over my chest as I gave myself a hug, “We have beer, whiskey and some weed if you want some.”

“No blow?” I asked sweetly as he chuckled lightly.

“Only in my hotel room sweet face.” He said with a wink as I smirked back at him. We approached a door and I could hear yelling from the other side. Rachel held the door open for me as I followed in after him.

“What did you bring to the party this time, Rachy?” I cringed at the nickname.

“I found Nikki’s girl just hanging around backstage and she wanted to have a little fun. Vanity, this is Dave Sabo our guitarist, but we call him Snake.” Rachel explained as I smiled with tight knit lips as I watched his eyes travel down my body.

I could tell why they call him snake.

His lips formed into a smirk as he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips. Yuck. Only Nikki gets away with that, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, doll.”

I grimaced, “Don’t call me that. I’m Vanity or Van.” I expressed, seeing the groupies hang around their singer, glaring at me. What is it with chicks and blonde singers of rock bands?

“So Nikki’s girl, huh? I met that cat three years ago and I swear he would’ve never let pussy tie him down.” Dave, well Snake snickered as I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, well things change.” I shrugged, glancing over at the table filled with booze and drugs.

“Dropped the needle and got himself a bitch.” Dave mumbled to Rachel as they both giggled. They were like the cheap knock off version of Tommy and Nikki.

“Show some damn respect, no wonder why you two can never get laid. Don’t know how to show a little modesty to a damn female.” Sebastian Bach stood in his half naked glory as my eyes wandered down and then back up quickly.

“It’s nice to meet you finally, Vanity.” Sebastian spoke kindly as he pushed his blonde locks out of his face.

“Like wise, big fan actually…can I uh maybe have an autograph?” I asked awkwardly as I laughed a bit.

Sebastian laughed, grabbing a Skid Row shirt and a silver sharpie, signing it before he gave it back to me, “You want a beer? Or are you sober too?”

I smiled a bit, “I’ll have a beer.” I sat down on the couch next to their drummer Rob, he paid no attention to me.

Sebastian handed me a cup of beer, “…you know, the pictures don’t even grasp how beautiful you actually are.”

I tilted my head to the side, “Could say the same thing about you.” I said, bringing the cup up to my lips.

Fuck! What are you doing, Vanity!! This is not another Slash thing!

Sebastian laughed a bit, “Thank you darling. I was told you were coming next month while we were in Miami?”

I shrugged, “Yeah, that was the plan but I miss him and I wanted to surprise him.”

The next thing that came out of his mouth, made me feel like he wasn’t even listening and was just taking me as a fun loving party chick, like the rest of these blonde headed bimbos in here.

“You want some blow?”

My eyes shifted to the plastic baggie of white powder he held between his fingers, “…as long as you don’t tell what we’re doing in here and you keep it between us.” Rachel added this time, taking the baggie from Sebastian and started shaping lines on the table.

These dudes were opening up for Motley Crue every night, more than likely hanging out with them afterwards. I’m sure Nikki and the guys knew they were under the influence, I mean I hope they would know. They knew the signs.

“Do you want some, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked me again, but I quickly stood up.

I cleared my throat, “Thanks for the autograph and the beer but I’m gonna go.”

He chuckled, “What? You have to be sober too?”

I tried smiling, “No, it’s just better if I leave. So I don’t get in trouble or anything, thanks for the offer.” I said reaching for the doorknob but Sebastian still followed me.

“Trouble? You’d get in trouble? From Nikki?” Sebastian laughed a bit as he tried to wrap his head around it.

“Well, when your boyfriend is a recovering addict and you get a little high on dust, a little argument happens and I’m not in the mood to argue with him, usually I am…but not tonight.”

He shakes his head, “I thought you were suppose to be more fun. From what Tommy and Nikki have mentioned and from what Slash has said too, we opened up for them too.”

My eyebrows raised as I glared at him, watching that grin of his slowly fade away, “Get the fuck away from me and take your stupid shirt.” I spat out, throwing the shirt at his torn up pair of converse before slamming their dressing room door shut.

What an asshole. To think I liked their music.

I shook it off, hearing that music was no longer playing throughout the arena and it was just the residual yelling of fans leaving. I walked down the long corridor seeing at the end a whole bunch of fans lined up leading to a room for a meet and greet session.

I sneaked my way into the room with minimal glares from their fans as I saw all four of them sitting at a table signing autographs and taking pictures. I hid behind two fans in front of me and waited until it was my turn.

Tommy saw me first, his smile became bigger as he nudged Vince and pointed at me. I reached across the table and gave them both a hug. Mick eventually saw me and only waved and smiled.

“Hey Nikki, can I have an autograph?” I questioned as he looked up at me. His smile grew wider as I chewed on my bottom lip staring at him.

“For the Princess? She can have anything she wants.” He smiled, singing a poster and sliding it across the table for me.

“No, no, can you sign my ass?” I questioned as his eyes grew wide, before he could even respond I unbuttoned my jeans. I turned around to face him and pulled them down just a little bit, not exposing much but just enough to tease him a bit.

I felt him sign his name beneath the tattoo before pinching it. I buttoned my jeans back up and turned around to face him, seeing his cheeks a crimson shade as he took a sip of his water.

“When will you be done?” I asked him, “Now, I can be done now.” He quickly spat out as he stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor.

I chuckled a bit, “finish talking to your fans, I’ll be around.” I said, reaching over the table and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled softly, putting his hand on the side of my face. In return, I only smiled at him before walking out of the room.

*Nikki’s POV*

I need to get out of these leather pants. Unbuckling them and unlacing the strings did nothing for the hard on I had going on. We breezed through every autograph and picture with our fans and soon enough I was telling the guys I’d catch up with them later.

I pretty much ran to my dressing room, just to see that Van wasn’t in here. I groaned in frustration, knowing that she was playing a game with me. And boy, was she fucking winning.

I left my dressing room to search for her. I searched where the food and beverage area was, she wasn’t there. I went back to my dressing room to see if she came back, she hadn’t. My ears perked up when I heard her laugh in the hallway. I stepped out the door seeing her walking between Vince and Tommy.

“Vanity.”

“Nikki.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she stared at me. I glared at my band mates as they took the hint.

“See you in a little bit Van.” The guys said before leaving, smirking at me and patting my shoulders before leaving us in the hallway together.

“Surprise?” She giggled before closing the distance between us. Her big hazel eyes burrowed holes into mine.

“When did you get here?” I asked, putting my hands on her hips as I pulled her to me, her body being pinned to mine.

She ran her nails through my hair, “Oh, maybe an hour or two ago. I was on the phone with you when I got to the arena.”

She continued, “I was even right in front of you in the crowd, but you were oblivious to me as those girls threw their bra at you.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“God, I’ve missed you.” I bluntly said, pulling her into a tight hug. I buried my head in the crook of her neck, taking in the smell of her floral perfume.

“I’ve missed you more.” She mumbled, reaching up to kiss my lips. I moaned into her mouth, tasting her vanilla chapstick. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to me if that alone was even possible. I put my hand on the side of her face, as she held my hand there. She nipped my bottom lip before I felt her tongue run across it. Her fingers entangled into strands of my hair, a low growl coming from the back of my throat.

She broke the kiss, pecking my lips once more as she held my hand and started tugging me back into my dressing room.

I slammed the door shut, quickly grabbing her and pinning her against the door. She quickly went for her shirt taking it off and throwing it to the floor. I left rough kisses against her lips, then her chin and trailed them down to her chest.

“So there wasn’t any orgies.” She giggled as I glared at her.

“I wish there was, but I’ve been good.” I moaned, unclipping her pink bra and throwing it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I engulfed her tits in my hands as I kissed down her chest again, tongue swirling around her hardened nipples.

I came back to her lips for a hungry kiss. God, I’ve just missed the feeling and taste of her. I moved my hands to her ass, grabbing a handful as I pressed her to me before picking her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I moved us to the couch. She straddled my lap, cupping my jaw as she stared down at me.

“I love you-“ She gave me a soft kiss, “…so very much.” She whispered before getting off my lap and dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands came up, fingers pulling apart the laces of my leather pants as she tried pulling them down my hips.

“C’mere.” I motioned for her, helping her stand up as I unbuttoned her jeans pulling both the denim and the underwear down her legs.

I wrapped my arms around her waist as I put her back on my lap. I reached between us, shimming down my pants and feeling her soft hand grip my cock as she slowly sunk herself down on me. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back in pleasure as she did so.

“Christ, Nik.” She moaned, her hips grinding into mine when she became situated. I guided her hips into me.

“Ride me nice and slow, doll.” I groaned, sucking in a deep breath of air as I watched my cock glisten with her wetness. She brought her lips down on mine, hands pulling on my hair as I started forcing my hips up to meet hers. I use to hate when chicks would pull my hair during sex, then Vanity did it one time and I was a fucking goner.

I nipped and sucked at the skin of her exposed neck, digging my teeth rather hard into her, only for her to yell my name out. I smacked her ass, only for her to be louder. I missed the sound of her sweet little moans and I needed to have it.

I wrapped my arms around her body, moving us so now she was underneath me on the couch. I gripped her leg and put it around my waist as I fucked her harder. I didn’t give two fucks about making love or whatever the hell you want to call it, and quite frankly I know she didn’t either.

“Nikki! Fuck!” She screamed out, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and digging her nails into my skin. I groaned into her ear, feeling her warm pussy tighten around my cock. And I knew I was a goner. But can you really even blame me? I’ve been away from my girl for months.

“I’m…I’m not gonna last…” I choked out as I softly kissed her lips, only for her to laugh under me.

“That’s okay.” She giggles some more, making me smile as she kissed me, nipping my bottom lip. I brought my hand between our bodies as my fingers danced around her clit, feeling her gasp against my lips.

“Come on princess, let me have it.” I moaned into her ear, gripping her hips as I made her take all of me. Her nails clawed down my chest, already leaving a visible mark as she choked out a broken up moan of my name when I felt her cum around my cock.

I focused on working her through it as her cries and whimpers echoed through my dressing room, feeling on edge myself.

“Yo! Sixx! Van!! They want us out!” Tommy yelled from the other side, banging on my door.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled, growing angry, “Fuck off T-bone!!” I growled as I tried putting my focus back on Vanity.

“C’mon Nik, cum for me.” Vanity egged me on, her teeth gently grazing over my ear. I felt my release bubble over as I slowed my thrusts down but still stayed inside of her.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you.” I mumbled, dragging my lips across her shoulder.

“Missed me or just missed fucking me?” She asked, running her nails up and down my back.

I chuckled, “Hm, I think as of right now I missed this sweet little pussy a bit more.” I teased as she rolled her eyes.

“Dudes!! Can we fucking-“ Tommy busted through the door and then smacked his hand over his face, “I am sorry, I didn’t know you two would be fucking already.”

Vanity was beet red as I kissed her cheeks, “T-bone, get out!” She yelled at him, rolling her eyes as she pushed me off her.

“Okay! Okay! I’m going! But get dressed we’re going to the strip club with the guys!” Tommy was ecstatic as I glared at him, he quickly left.

“Fucking Tommy.” I muttered as I pulled my pants back up, situating myself inside them. I handed Van her matching bra and panty set and she got dressed too.

I threw on a shirt and tied my laces as I watched her pull up her jeans and pull out a red laced tube top and put it on, “You ready?” I asked as she glared at me through the mirror.

“Okay, okay put on your make up and fix your hair.” I chuckled as she smiled back at me.

“Fix your hair too, it screams the ‘I just pounded my girl into the couch ten minutes ago’ look.” Vanity teases as I shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, Yeah. Don’t worry doll, there will be more later too. I’m just getting started.” I smirked at her, eyebrow raised as she stared at me before quickly breaking the gaze and continuing to fix her make up.

*Strip club, Vanity’s POV*

“Lemon drops?” A bartender offered the boys shots, they all glared at her.

“Don’t mind if I do.” I chuckled, reaching for one until I saw Vince’s glare set on me, and it fucking left me burned.

I slowly put the shot down, “Water is fine.” I mumbled as I sipped on my sparkling lemon spritzer.

“You can have a drink, you know that right? You know I don’t care.” Nikki said, wrapping his arm back around my shoulder as I sat there bored.

“No, it’s fine. Water is…fine.” I pouted, “Your bandmates seem to care.” I whispered to him as he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, Vanity can have a drink without you getting all pissy.” Nikki snapped at Vince as I frowned.

“Nik, stop it’s fine.” I demanded but Nikki glared at me in return, “No, you can have a fucking drink without this fuckhead getting his panties twisted in a knot!” Nikki shouted as he continued his hot gaze on Vince.

“This is just fucking great.” Vince cackled, “This isn’t fucking fun anymore and I’m sick and tired of not having any damn fun!” Vince yelled back as he slammed his empty glass of ice on the table.

“Whatever, did you guys see those new days in Canada? Eight more shows and then we can go home.” Nikki stared as Vince rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t see anything about any new dates.” Vince defended himself, “Maybe someone should let the lead fucking singer know what the fuck is going on here.”

Nikki chuckled, “Check your itinerary, man.” He shook his head before kissing the side of mine.

“Y’know what, Nikki? Fuck you and fuck the rest of this tour.” Vince spewed his anger out as we all went quiet and stared at him.

“Fuck me? Fuck you Vince. You’re the only one that’s being bitter and not trying to enjoy it sober-“

Vince quickly cut him off, “I’m gonna have a fucking cocktail, what are you gonna do about it Nikki? Van, let’s go get a drink.” Vince said, standing up as he pushed Tommy’s legs off the table.

I didn’t move, only looking up at him, “Fine, I’ll bring you one back.” He quickly walked to the bar, grumbling Nikki’s name and curse words as he left, only for Nikki to follow after him.

“Sixx, stop.” I said grabbing onto his hand but he brushed me off.

“Vince, c’mon man-“ Nikki said, grabbing his shoulder but Vince quickly turned around and shoved him away.

“Guys, just relax okay?” I said getting between them before Nikki had a chance to react, “Everyone’s tired and wants to go home, but this is not what you guys do. Both of you need to calm down.” I ordered the both of them as they kept glaring at one another

A bartender came up with another tray of shots as Vince took one, throwing it back as he dropped the glass to the floor, causing it too shatter as Nikki had a deadly smirk plastered across his lips.

“How about you get me that fucking itinerary, bass player.” Vince rolled his eyes before heading to the bar, where the rest of Skid Row was hanging out.

Nikki left me at the bar, ordering me a jack and coke before he left to go sit with the guys. I sighed, waiting for it to be made before I walked back to them.

“I’m sick and tired of him.” Nikki grumbled as he lit a cigarette.

“We’re just tired of being in each other’s faces. A month home will do us all good.” Mick spoke, under dark shades and cigarette smoke.

The three of them agreed as I sipped on my cocktail, glancing over and seeing Vince drinking and laughing with the other band. Rachel saw me looking and took the initiative to come over.

“You want a drink?” He asked, as Nikki’s attention quickly went to his. I held up my glass to show him, “Oh…right…I just didn’t know if you’d be allowed to drink around them.”

I rolled my eyes, “I told you I was earlier.” I closed my eyes, instantly regretting it as I felt Nikki look at me.

“Earlier? You met him earlier?” He questioned as I nodded. Do I tell him he tried hitting on me? Or just let that one slide?

“Yeah, Yeah. Earlier when I was waiting for you. I met him and the rest of his band. Did you know Sebastian is a total dickhead?”

Rachel let out a laugh, “dickhead? So that’s why you were flirting with him earlier?”

I stared him down, “Shut up, I wasn’t flirting with him. Nik, I wasn’t. He offered me blow.” I spoke, wishing I didn’t say that either.

“Blow? He offered you fucking blow?” Nikki quickly glared at Rachel, “Dude What the fuck? We told you guys no drugs at the shows. We don’t give a fuck if you do it back at the hotel, but keep it away from us.”

“Offered you blow after you asked me for it.” Rachel spat back as Nikki looked at me, I could see the anger in his eyes.

“I did not ask for it!! I just made a joke cause you named off all the booze and drugs you have! I wasn’t asking for it.” I yelled at Rachel.

“Baby, I didn’t ask-“ Nikki put his hand up and I stopped talking.

“Just fuck off Rachel, make sure my singer makes it back to his hotel room.” Nikki demanded as Rachel quickly left.

“Nikki, I didn’t ask them for coke.” I told him as he nodded, “Yeah, Whatever Vanity.” Nikki shook his head as he finished off his water.

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come and surprise him this early.

“I totally knew Sebastian was a dickhead, just fucking look at him.” Tommy scoffed, rolling his brown eyes as he tried to make me smile.

“That wasn’t the worse part. I was minding my own business waiting for Sixx and Rachel comes out of nowhere and hits me with a cheesy pick up line because he didn’t recognize me at first.” I told Tommy as he chuckled.

“What did he say?” Tommy asked leaning in a bit closer to me.

“Do my lips taste as good as they look.” Him and I both cracked up in a fit of laughter, even Mick smiled a bit.

“And what did you say?” T-bone questioned, I licked my lips as I turned to face Nikki. I ran my nails through his hair, tugging his head to look over at me.

“I told him to go find Nikki Sixx and ask him yourself.” I muttered in a sultry tone before pressing my lips onto his, feeling the vibration from a suppressed growl Nikki had let out.

“Jeez, okay. We don’t want to see you two play tonsil hockey.” Mick spoke up as I broke away from Nikki, seeing his eyes turn dark with lust.

“Sorry Mick, I’ve just missed him so very much.” I teased as my hand trailed down Nikki’s chest, only to reach his belt buckle but he quickly grabbed my hand.

“I think we’re gonna head back to the hotel, we’ll see you guys in the morning.” Nikki spoke, standing up as he tugged on my hand.

“Goodnight boys.” I said, giving them both a hug before we left.

*back at the hotel*

“You just think you’re so damn cute, don’t you?” Nikki growled in my ear as he held me from behind as we walked down the hallway to our room.

“Maybe just a little bit.” I said, reaching back and palming his bulge through his leather pants, only for him to groan in my ear. Nikki attaches his lips to my neck once again, his teeth digging into me as his tongue runnimg across soothes the pain.

“No, baby. I gotta…I gotta show you something.”

I felt the smirk against my skin, “I’m sure it can wait.” He mumbled unlocking his door as he led me inside. Nikki wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest as he planted a deep kiss on me.

“No, no. I want to show you. I’ve been-“ I let out a hiss when his cold hands went under my dress to pull my panties down.

“Show me what, princess?” He muttered, fingers unzipping my dress as they ran down my spine. He moved us to the bed, having me lay down as he kneeled on the floor in front of me.

He hiked my dress up around my waist as he smiled like a kid on Christmas, “Just let me get a taste and then you can show me.” He mumbled, dragging his lips up my thighs, but I closed my legs.

I gently put my foot on his chest to push him away as I rolled off the bed, “It’s about the wedding.” I said, trying to control my breathing as I fixed my already falling off dress.

Nikki lets out a groan, burying his face in the bed, “Babe, I told you already. You can do whatever your heart desires, just come here and lay down so I can destroy that pussy again.” He whined as I scoffed.

“Um. First of all, Ew. And secondly, I want you to be involved and pick things out with me.” I cheekily spoke as I went through my suitcase that had been brought back to the hotel and pulled out a binder.

“Jesus, really? You’re organizing the wedding? Van, the wedding ain’t for another six months.” Nikki said, adjusting himself as he sat on the bed.

“Yes, and five months have already passed since we’ve gotten engaged. You said at the end of the tour we can get married.” I pointed out as he stared at me.

“But can’t it wait? I’ve been away from you for this long already, I just need to touch you. Thought you’d be more than okay with us rolling around in the sheets all night.” Nikki pouted like a spoiled brat as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I rolled my eyes, sitting down next to him and handing all the plans and details of our wedding over to him, “And I am thrilled for that, but I want to show you first.” I said batting my eyelashes at him as I rested my chin on his shoulder.

I watched as he flipped through the pages, “There. I looked at everything now, may I continue?” He asked, putting his hand between my thighs as he attempted to move upwards. I quickly swatted his hand away.

“Nikki! C’mon!!-“ I whined, “…can we just do one normal couple thing together?”

He chuckled, “Baby, there ain’t nothing normal about you and I.” Nikki swiftly kissed my lips as he finally gave into my wishes and started looking at it.

“You want to get married at a vineyard?” He questioned, giving me a strange look.

“Well, I thought the location was pretty and they have enough room for the party afterwards. They set it up all nicely with little twinkling lights and there’s a villa on the property that is a bed and breakfast so a lot of our guests could stay there.” I explained as he nodded.

I put on pajamas as he read through everything, just to crawl back besides him, “Is that okay? I didn’t want to do a beach wedding because like everyone does that, and getting married in a church isn’t for us.”

He nodded, “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you wanting to get married? Immediately after I’m home from tour?”

I shook my head, “No, you’ll be home around February and I thought maybe having it in the spring time would be good, maybe May? I haven’t picked the date yet…”

Nikki chuckled, “How about May twenty second?”

“Why May twenty second?” I asked him curiously as he glanced over at me.

“Dunno, it was the first day that popped into my head.” He smiled as I nodded.

“Okay. I’ll book it for May twenty second-“ Nikki interrupted me, “Can it be at night? Or like late afternoon? So there’s more twinkling lights or whatever.”

I smiled at him, kissing his cheek, “Of course, babe.”

He kept flipping through the pages, “White daisies, yellow sunflowers and lavender?”

I nodded, “I thought they were pretty…”

“It sounds pretty.” He said as I let out a giggle.

“What color tie do I have to wear?” Nikki questioned as I shrugged.

“I haven’t gotten to you yet. I know I want the groomsmen to wear these rose gold ties I found because the bridesmaids dresses will match their tie….I think you shouldn’t wear one, but mom thinks you should.” I explained as he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to wear one I won’t. Have you found a dress yet?” Nikki questioned, peering over to me as I shook my head.

“No, nothing stands out. It’s kinda bumming me out because I know what I want but then when I see it I hate it, so I don’t know.” I explained, frowning as he kissed my shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll find it.” He assured as I nodded, “But where’s the cake?”

I chuckled, “I thought we could do that together, try all the samples, pick out the designs for it.”

He smirked, “Yeah, I’d like to do that with you….I’m sorry I’m not home to be planning it with you. But these are wonderful ideas, darling. I’m all for it.”

I sighed deeply, but nodded at his words, “I wish you were too. But I know, rockstar duties come first-“

He interrupted me again, “Rockstar duties do not come first. You come first, and then the music. You inspired me to write half the songs on the album anyways.”

I melted when I heard his words. I placed my hand on the side of his face, thumb brushing against his cheek, “May I make a request though?” He questioned as I nodded.

“Can the song we dance to be Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’?”

I stared at him blankly as I studied the shit eating grin he had going on. That’s such a romantic song, and totally not what I had expected him to want.

“I mean, yeah. That can be our song. Are you sure, though? You don’t want ‘She Goes Down’? Maybe ‘Starry Eyes’?” I suggested as he let out a laugh.

“No princess, I want that one. Every time I hear it, I think of you.”

My smile was wide as he started singing it to me. He put down the binder and gently put me down on the bed too.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too…” he softly sang as he pressed kisses to my skin.

“For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

*three weeks later, Nikki’s POV*

I woke up in a jolt, feeling Vanity leave the bed quickly as she ran to the bathroom and started puking her guts up. I looked at the clock on the nightstand seeing that it was barely reaching nine in the morning.

I got out of bed, rubbing my face as I walked to the bathroom to hold her hair back as she continued to upchuck last nights dinner.

“Not to say I told you so, but both T-bone and I told you not to eat that sushi last night. That shit didn’t look right.” I chuckled lightly as I rubbed her back softly.

I felt her shake under my hand as she flushed the toilet and wiped her lip, “You okay?” I asked as I felt her head, “You don’t feel warm.” I said as she kinda shrugged me off and started rinsing her mouth out and brushing her teeth.

“I’m okay. I didn’t feel good last night either.” She mumbled as she looked at me through the mirror.

“Well, we can stay in bed all day, shows not till tonight, anyways. ” I explained as she shook her head.

“No. You have to meet the guys at noon for a photoshoot.”

Damn her for keeping track of my life.

“Do you want to come with me?” I asked as we left the bathroom and she got back into bed. I crawled in beside her and wrapped her up in my arms.

“I’ll pass. I just want to relax. I’m sure I’ll be fine by showtime.” She mumbled as she turned in my arms and buried her face into my chest.

I ran my hand up and down her back as I felt her relax against me. I kissed the top of her head as I heard her breathing change which meant she was falling back asleep. I decided to nap for a little while longer too.

*Vanity’s POV*

I woke up with a sour stomach and a bad taste in my mouth. I tried to control my breathing as I felt the nausea creeping back slowly. I looked over seeing a folded up piece of paper:

Van,

Had to head out. I’ll be back in a few hours. If you’re feeling better, let’s go out to dinner before the show. Love you xxx

N. Sixx

I slowly got out of bed, digging through my clothes as I pulled on a pair of leggings and a sweater. I called for the chauffeur shortly after and had him take me to the local grocery store to pick up some ginger ale and saltine crackers.

When we arrived at the store I told him I would only be a few minutes. I may have went to the store to pick up some home remedies, but I found myself looking at pregnancy tests.

Nikki’s dumb sometimes, I swear. I knew it wasn’t the sushi. I also knew that I hadn’t gotten my period since before I left California to join him on tour, and that was over a month ago. My period was suppose to be here last week and nothing has happened. The only thing that has happened was a lot of unprotected sex.

I sighed and grabbed a test, only to grab another one from a different brand and another one different from the first two. Better safe, then sorry. Which also applies to why we should be using condoms when I’m not on the pill.

I paid for my items, as the clerk gave me a weird look. Anyways, I hurried back to the driver as he took me back to the hotel. I had no idea when Nikki was going to be back, so I quickly went to the bathroom, locking the door for good measure.

I sat down on the toilet, using the first test as I did my thing and laid it out on the counter. Longest three minutes of my life.

My eyes widened when I saw that little plus sign, “oh fuck.” I muttered as I ran my hand through my hair.

I quickly ripped open the next package as I thankfully had enough in the tank to go again. Another three minutes passed as I furrowed my eyebrows in a confused expression as I saw both a plus and a minus sign, maybe the first one was just a false negative and maybe I missed my period because I’m stressed or maybe my hormones are off this month.

I started becoming panicked as I lit a cigarette and started smoking in the bathroom, which was quick to make me nauseous all over again so I quickly stubbed it out.

I opened up the next package, “Please..I’m begging you..” I whispered as I sat on the toilet trying to go. I took the test and waited, but this one took five minutes for the results to be ready.

I cleaned up the bathroom, throwing the tests to the bottom of the trash can, ripping off extra toilet paper and crumpling it up just to be on the safe side.

I heard a beeping noise, the test letting me know it was ready as I dreadfully picked it up and saw the results. I slumped down to the the floor as i saw the words ‘pregnant’ staring back at me.

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chinuppoppins · 6 years ago

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prompt- tandy and tyrone are pen pals that meet up at some point.

So uh, this is going to be a either two or three part-er. I had fun with this one and may have gone a little off topic. Hope it is still alright!

Tandy sighs when her mom hands her the sheet of paper, her brow raising almost off her forehead when she reads the heading. “You adopted a solider for me?” She asked slowly and Melissa nodded from the other side of the counter. The diner isn’t as busy as it usually is, the rainy weather had something to do with it. “Mom, seriously?”

Melissa Bowen wipes her hands against her apron and shakes her head. “Honey, I’m concerned, that’s all. You seem lonely to me, I mean you don’t have any friends, Liam screwed you over-”

“That asshole better hope I don’t get my hands on him!” A voice yells from the back and Tandy sighs when Greg looks through the window at her annoyed face. “What? Who the hell steals EVERYTHING you own and leaves town like that.”

“Mom, Greg, really- I appreciate the thought, but I’m alright on my own.” She told the older, concerned adults while her mom rolls her eyes.

“Just write ‘em, give it a chance. I have a feeling that those men and women serving are just as lonely as you are.” Melissa says.

Tandy looks down at the paper and the name of the person she was sponsoring. Tyrone Johnson. “I’ll think about it.” and then looks down at her phone. “Ah shit, I’m late for class. I’ll see you two later.”

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A few weeks pass when she comes across the paper that her mom gave her crumbled at the bottom of her bag, smashed by her books. Tandy sits on her bed as she begins to read the letter.

‘Dear Tandy,

Thank you for adopting one of our soldiers through their deployment. The kindness and support that you will be providing will help their time from home a little easier. Provided within is the name of the soldier you will be sponsoring. Please keep in mind that your soldier may be in a remote location so internet access is limited as well as receiving letters.’

She eyes the rest of the letter until she comes across his name again. PVT Tyrone Johnson. She sighs as she reaches for her computer and types his email address. Tandy honestly doesn’t know what to say. So she wings it. “Hi, Tyrone. I’m Tandy Bowen, your pen pal/personal care package sender. So is there any specific items you want or need. Just, you know, nothing gucci cause I am on a college budget. But um, thanks for your service and stuff, I mean honestly, I’m not too sure if I could ever do it, especially with the man that was put in charge of our country. Anyways, hope to hear from you.”

She reads it over a few time before just saying fuck it and sends the email before crashing into her bed. At least she was attempting to reach out to another human.

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Months pass and she was in the middle of writing a thesis statement when her computer bings with a small notification at the right side of her screen. She clicks it and is quickly brought to her gmail account and an email from her soldier buddy. A small smile plays on her lips and she quickly opens it up and blinks the sleep from her eyes.

“Hey Tandy, I’m seriously sorry it took me this long to get back to you. I really didn’t know I was signed up for the adopt a soldier program until I got your email. I reached out and found out that it was my mom that took the initiative to sign me up. Don’t worry though, I’m not an expensive guy and besides, Gucci doesn’t play well with desert camo anyway so your wallet it saved for now. It’s cool though that you are in school, what’s your major?

Yeah, I know the country is screwed up. Though my vibe on joining The Marines was to protect the innocent you know? I mean, someone’s gotta look out for the little guy.

Um anyway, below is a list of some necessities if it isn’t too much of a bother for you. Can’t wait to hear from you again!

-Tyrone Johnson.”

Tandy finds herself reading the email more then once and then finally the list he sent, it’s the usual types of things that a person would need. Through her eyes stop at the fact that he requested food and not just any type of food, but candy, specifically sour patch kids. She decides then and there that her first priority was to get this guy some sour patch kids first thing in the morning.

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For Tyrone Johnson, joining the Marines and leaving his home was what would help him succeed in life. He thought that this path would give him respect and yeah, it was harder most days than others. Though a day he saw as a good one was when he received an email from a spunky sort of girl. It takes him a while to come up with a good reply for her and when he does, he sends it as quickly as he could.

But a reply never comes back, maybe he crossed a line with her? Hell if he knew. However he eats his thoughts when he hears. “Johnson, mail for you!”

It’s a medium sized box that he quickly rips into, his eyes meet a bag of sour patch kids and he beams. She had gotten his email and she actually got him the candy, alright, this Tandy Bowen was amazing. His eyes quickly fall to an envelope with ‘Read Me’ written neatly on it. So he sets aside his candy and carefully opens up the envelope to find a letter written on a piece of college ruled loose leaf paper. The writing is neat, pretty and in a mixture of cursive and print. There is a faint smell of lavender on the paper and some of the items in the box. He skims the note before fully reading it, chuckling at the doodles in the corner of the page. There was something about a handwritten letter that was much deeper and personal.

“Hey, Ty!

Just so you know, the lecture I am in is super boring right now so rather than falling asleep like the sleep deprived girl that I am, I decided to do something much more interesting which is writing to you.

I think that your reasoning for joining the Military is really honorable and of all things, The Marines? Pretty awesome. I am majoring in Biological Sciences at Loyola University. It’s in my home city of New Orleans. I’ve always been interested in science, kinda nerdy, yeah, but it’s what I am was always good at so why not?

So I looked through your list, and while I approve of your candy choice (sour patch kids are my second favorite candy after all) , I decided to throw in a few of my favorites as well. You got to broaden your horizon, my friend. What I wish I could send you is a Beignet, you haven’t lived till you’ve tried one. My mom and her boyfriend own a diner and while Greg is awesome, he sucks at making them. So we get an order every morning from the bakery and I am not allowed to touch them.

I was actually kinda wondering how old you are, Tyrone Johnson, where you came from, life before you joined up? I mean you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. I’m 20 though, I waitress at my mom’s diner and like I said, on a college budget.

Talk to you soon!

Tandy”

Tyrone smile stretched from ear to ear and of course one of his commanding officers notices. “What's got you so giddy, Johnson?”

Frank Castle is a pretty intimidating sort of guy. He was at least six foot two and was complete muscle. “It’s a package sir.” Tyrone explains as Frank nods, folding his arms across his chest and smiles. “My mom signed me up for the adopt a soldier program, so this girl just sent me a care package.”

Frank plops next to him and looks into the package. “Whoa, she sent swedish fish, those are my favorite. Karen would never send me those,” He chuckles. “Though Lisa might sneak some in the care package.” Most of the men knew Frank’s story. His wife and him divorced mutually and a few years later, he met Karen Page. She was a reporter that his daughter had actually set him up with. “So you know anything about this girl?”

“Uh, she is a college student, we come from the same city, but she doesn’t know that.” Tyrone tells him. “Her mom owns a diner and she goes to school for- biological science.”

“So you finally over that Evita girl?” Frank asks, mouth full of swedish fish

Tyrone thinks for a moment and then shrugs. “I think so, maybe.”

“Don’t be so indecisive kid, women hate that. Write back to that Tandy girl, see those written letter hold more of a punch, trust me.” Frank advises before taking another handful of sweets and leaving him with a pen and paper.

‘Hey Tandy,

Thanks for the package and the candy. So you are from New Orleans, huh? Well, we have something in common-’

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She is on her break at the diner when she finally reads Tyrone’s letter. It’s neatly handwritten, unlike any sort of handwriting from a guy she had ever seen. She remembered reading something about how you could know someone through their penmanship, and maybe it was right.

‘- I’m from New Orleans too. I grew up in the lower ninth and then moved to MidCity when I was nine. I’m missing the food though and my parents. When I come home for leave, I plan to just eat my weight in beignets and calas. Another thing we have in common? Well I just turned twenty myself while on duty. My mom was upset that I wasn’t home for it. She gets scared sometimes, you know? I have an older brother, he’s in a wheelchair from being gunned down by some crooked cop when we were kids. Mom was never the same after that. I had a nine o’clock curfew till I left for basic. I can’t blame her though. Maybe, if it’s not to weird, we could meet up when I go on leave? I could come to your mom’s diner so it’s not that awkward.’

Tandy doesn’t miss the fact that there is a stray tear making its way out of the corner of her eye when she reads Tyrone’s letter, though her heart skips a beat when he asks if he could meet her. She panics, would he even like the girl that he would be meeting? Weren’t they moving too fast, they had to be moving too fast. What if he was catfishing her, could that be a thing. This whole pen pal thing was supposed to be a way to make a long distance friend, not one that was from her hometown. So in her nature, she decides to run from this and him.

The summer months pass and she still can’t rid of the nagging guilt that had been eating away at her. How she so carelessly ditched someone who was slow close to being called a friend. She has morning shift at the diner, her mom is already there and so is Greg, cooking up breakfast.

“Tandy!” Her mom exclaims as she walks through the door. “Can you do me a huge favor and take care of table three?”

Tandy nods as she walks past the table first, going back to the kitchen to pull her apron on and her hair up. She rounds the corner again and pulls out a notepad and a pen. “What can I get for you?” She asks, eyes trained on her paper.

“A beignet would be great.” A male’s voice says. “Though I was told they were not made here, since Greg sucks at making them. Did you remember to pick them up this morning?”

She freezes and looks up from her notepad, her pen falls to the floor and her voice isn’t quite working. Sitting before her, is a young man in a military uniform. She blinks once, then twice to make sure she isn’t seeing things and then asks. “Tyrone?” In an unsure tone and he smiles. He’s more handsome than she imagined with a strong jaw, beautiful eyes and a sculpted chin. She wondered for a moment if he was made from marble or something like that and had to fight off the need to actually trace his jawline with her fingers. Tandy glances over at her mom who had a shit eating grin on her face and then sits across from Tyrone. She had a million questions, she she just goes with the first one. “How did you find me here?”

Tyrone sits back against the booth, his hat on his left and tells her. “After you never got back to me, I got worried that maybe I crossed a line. I wanted to drop me, but Frank Castle wasn’t having it. He’s my commanding officer and has kinda adopted me as his son? I don’t know. I know that this sounds creepy and down right stalking, but his daughter looked you up and then told her dad, who told me what diner you work at. I’m sorry, you’re weird out, I’ll leave.”

Tandy reaches out and grabs his hand. There is a jolt, a spark almost and he stops in his tracks. “No, stay. I mean it is a little strange but, I should have wrote you back. I just, I don’t know, I got scared. I can’t believe that you actually still want to see me. I really did screw you over.”

He beams at her and she can’t get his smile out of her head, jesus christ, what was wrong with her? “Well” He tells her. “You have all week to make up for it, deal?”

Tandy stretches her hand out to shake his. “You got yourself a deal.”

#cloak and dagger #tandy bowen #tyrone johnson #tandy x tyrone #trandy #Anonymous

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justanoutlawfic · 6 years ago

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Our Sunshine: Dream Come True

Summary: The life of the Nolan family after they were happily reunited in Our Girl. It’s not always easy, but at least they have each other.

Prompted by @loboselinaistrash: Prompts for the Charmings - “Are you mad at me?”

Also on AO3

Mary Margaret had learned quite a few things from her time as a mother. She knew their favorite foods and their bedtime routines. She knew which kids needed a push, while which ones were independent enough to do things on their own.

Yes, Mary Margaret’s time as a mother had taught her a lot. Including when a storm was brewing.

Emma’s teen years had been a roller coaster of ups and downs, which was to be expected. There were days they saw their happy, funny and good-naturedly sarcastic daughter. There were others when she’d grumble words and glare at her brothers for merely existing. Mary Margaret and David were fine with the mood swings, they left the door of communication open and mainly had the rule of being respectful, even if she was having a bad day.

Despite her attitude and talk back, Emma was a good kid. She followed the rules and was home by curfew. She did well in school and if she was struggling, she had gotten better about asking for help. She knew that her parents trusted her.

Until the car accident that took place a little before her 17th birthday.

Emma had talked about getting her license from the time she was 13 years old. She loved her two younger brothers, more than life itself, but with them, it meant that her parents didn’t always have the time to drive her everywhere that she wanted to go. She was lucky that Storybrooke was a small town and most places were accessible by walking, but sometimes she and her friends wanted to go to the beach or out of town, yet couldn’t because all of their parents were busy.

She had been given the safe driving talk a million times. David was a former cop, he knew how dangerous driving could be and had seen one too many teen drivers get into accidents their first year. Emma promised them she wouldn’t text and drive, she wouldn’t touch her phone at all. In fact, she promised to keep it in the glove compartment while she drove, so it wouldn’t even be a temptation.

With all that in mind, they had been okay with Emma getting her driver’s license six months after she turned 16. Mary Margaret and David split the costs with her on a car, so long as she paid for insurance and gas and she got her yellow Volkswagen bug. It quickly became her baby. She was a responsible driver, never getting into accidents. David had been apprehensive, but had to admit that he was wrong.

Or so, he thought.

He was wrapping up at work when he got a call from Mary Margaret. The first words out of her mouth made him know it couldn’t be good.

“I need you to promise me you’re not going to freak out.”

David instantly set down the file in his hand. “What happened?”

“Emma was in a car accident.”

“What?!? Is she okay? Who was she with? Is she in the hospital?”

“She’s fine, just a little spooked. She had to swerve to miss a car and hit a tree. I took her to the emergency room, but there’s nothing physically wrong with her.”

David let out a deep breath. Thank God. “And the car?”

“It’s got a few dents and scratches in it.”

“I’ll take it to Tiny to fix.”

“I actually don’t think that we’re going to be fixing this.”

“What? We agreed any repairs would be on us, so long as Emma didn’t cause the accident.”

“Well, Emma did cause it.”

“Huh? You said…”

“She swerved to miss the car because she had been texting and driving.”

David’s grip on the phone tightened a bit. “What? Are you sure?”

“Apparently she was being tailed by a cop when it happened, he saw her and was going to pull her over anyway. He gave her a ticket.”

“I’m on my way home right now.”

“David, you have every right to be angry right now, but you need to take some deep breaths. You can’t lose it on her right now.”

David knew his wife was right, but he couldn’t shake the anger that was in his body as he hung up and headed out of the office. They had gone over this with her time and time again. How could she be so stupid?

He did his best to calm down as he drove, knowing that they didn’t need two accidents in one day. Luckily, the house wasn’t too far away. He pulled up behind Emma’s bug and saw the dents, which made him feel angry all over again. What if that had happened to her? What if she had died?

He stormed up the steps and opened the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Emma!”

“We’re in her room,” Mary Margaret’s voice carried from upstairs.

David went up there and found the two girls sitting on the bed. Emma had her arms folded over her chest, already looking pretty defensive. David took her in, confirming Mary Margaret’s statement that physically she was okay.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked.

“Mom has it,” Emma mumbled.

“Good. What the hell were you thinking? Who was so important that you couldn’t wait until you got wherever you were going?”

Emma sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Lily.”

“And Lily couldn’t wait?”

“We were talking about what we’re doing tonight.”

“Oh, I can tell you what you’re doing, you’re staying home.”

“Dad!”

Mary Margaret got up and took her spot beside her husband.

“Your father’s right, Emma. We’re going to be taking your keys as well,” she said. “You’re grounded from driving for a bit.”

“You’re grounded, period. Two months.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “Dad!”

“Give me your license.”

“What?”

“Just give it to me.”

Emma grabbed her backpack and pulled out her wallet, fishing around it and finally found her license, tossing it to him. David found pair of scissors on her desk and clipped it in half. Emma gasped, jumping up off her bed.

“You can’t do that!”

“I can. You’ve lost the privilege of driving. Even after your grounding is over, you’re going to wait 6 months to get a new one.”

Emma’s eyes went to her mom. “Mom, talk some sense into him!”

Mary Margaret shook her head. “I agree with your father, Emma. And honestly, the more you keep raising your voice, the more time you’re going to get.” She fixed her with a look and Emma flopped back on her bed.

“You two suck!”

“Alright, now it’s seven months until you get another license,” David said, his voice growing darker. “You wanna go for a full year, because I’m good with that.”

“I’m fine! You’re making a federal case!”

“And you almost weren’t, Emma Ruth,” David took a step forward. Emma hadn’t had a middle name and when they adopted her, they gave her his mother’s as one, which she had loved at the time but hated it when she was in trouble. “Texting and driving is dangerous! You could’ve died!”

“At least I wouldn’t be here with you yelling at me,” Emma mumbled under breath.

David’s eyes widened and Mary Margaret grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

“Alright,” she said, her voice scarily calm. “Your father and I are going downstairs. You can stay up here until dinner’s ready and think about how you’re talking to us, because we sure as hell didn’t raise you to act like this.”

“I’m going to have your car moved to Robin’s lot,” David added, thinking about his mechanic friend who often did that for the parents of teenagers when they got their cars revoked.

Emma mumbled again, “Whatever.”

Mary Margaret lead her husband out of the room, but before they were completely out, David could hear her calling back for him. He turned around and could see some of her resolve softening.

“Are you mad at me?”

David paused for a minute. At first anger was what he thought he was feeling, but now it felt so much different. “I’m not mad, Emma. I’m disappointed.”

With that, he walked out the door and shut the door behind him.

Emma didn’t talk to David for a few days and he honestly didn’t have much to say to her. He couldn’t believe how cavalier she was being about the entire thing. They had gone over this with her time and time again. How could she be so stupid? He knew maybe he should talk to her, but deep down he just couldn’t handle another talk without yelling and he didn’t want to be that type of parent. Mary Margaret agreed that everyone needed to cool off a bit.

So, when he got a call from his father asking if he could come by and help fix his truck, he took the reprieve of their tense household and headed over there. Ruth and Robert had finally decided to give up their farm a year prior, they were just getting too old to tend to it alone and any help they had to hire, would just make it not as profitable. So, they took their savings and Robert’s pension from when he worked at the old tire factory and started living retired life. Mary Margaret and David had tried to persuade them to move in with them, but they were stubborn and insisted on having their own place. They bought a house in Storybrooke, though, so they could be closer to the grandchildren.

Robert took Ruth’s car to head to market after David insisted he could handle it on his own. The last thing he needed 60 year old father getting hurt while working under it. Ruth came outside, holding a glass of lemonade.

“Got you something to drink.”

“Thanks, Mom,” David said, accepting it from her and taking a sip. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, good. Your father and I are thinking of going to Boston next week for a little vacation.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“And how are the grandchildren? I was hoping you’d have brought them by with you, Mary Margaret too.”

“Oh, well Neal had a game and Josh is at a birthday party. When you guys get back from Boston, though.”

“And how’s Emma?”

David sighed, feeling the cool glass ice up his palm. “Grounded.”

Ruth raised an eyebrow. “What’d she do?”

“Texted while driving, she got into a little accident. She’s fine,” he quickly added when he saw the panic fill his mother’s face. “Didn’t get hurt or anything, thank God.”

“Good.”

“She’s acting like nothing happened though,” David ranted, feeling safe with his mother. “It’s like we’re the bad guys for grounding her and taking away her license. She won’t look at me or even talk to me.”

Ruth snorted and David gave her a look. She stopped, but kept a smile on her face.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s just…” She chuckled again. “I seem to remember Emma’s father being the same way when he was your age.”

“I never texted and drove, we didn’t have texting when I was a kid.”

“Maybe not, but I do seem to remember you deciding to play Speed Racer after junior homecoming.” She clicked her tongue. “Crashed your father’s car, he had been working on that thing for forever and trusted you to take that boy, what was his name? Kristoff Shepherd? Anyway, it was a big ask, but you begged him, you wanted to please your boyfriend. Your father said yes and ultimately, you disappointed him.”

David’s cheeks tinted pink at the memory. His father had built that old Thunderbird from scratch and was so damn proud of it. With their lack of funds, it took years for him to complete and David had nearly destroyed it in one night. It took another three years before he could fix it completely again. He had gotten the lecture of a lifetime and a reminder about how lucky he was that he was too old to go over his father’s knee. He had been so embarrassed at how his father talked to him, in front of Kristoff no less.

“I apologized,” David mumbled.

“Not right away.” Ruth tapped her chin. “If I remember correctly, you were upset with him for yelling at you in front of Kristoff, that you decided it was smart to mouth off. You said that he was a tyrant and that all he cared about was his precious car being hurt, not about you. That only earned you a few more lectures from him and me about respect. I seem to remember you folding your arms, rolling your eyes and blowing your obnoxiously long hair out your face, saying Whatever.”

She did a dead ringer impression of her teenage son, which made his cheeks turn even darker. Ruth laughed again, shaking her head.

“Anyway, we gave you some time to cool down. One day, your father took you out for a drive in this beat up truck right here.” She patted the hood of the green monstrosity that his father would never let go of. “I don’t know what he said to you, but you came back in a better mood and were my loving, caring David.”

David set the lemonade down on the hood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “He asked me why I thought he cared more about that car than him. I brought up how hard he always was on me and James. He was so different than you. I mean, you both were strict, but he was worse. Always getting on us. He told me it was because he wanted us to be better than him, to be good men and that his own father never even talked to him. He loved us and maybe he yelled a little too much and didn’t say it enough, but he did. He said I was more important than that stupid car and when he got the call about the accident, he was so scared that the cops were going to say that I was dead. That he was going to lose one third of his entire world.”

Neither of them mentioned the irony that just one year later, he would actually lose a third of it when James died.

“Did that help? Hearing him say that?” Ruth asked instead.

David slowly nodded. “Yeah. It…it made me respect him more. I understood his parenting. I still don’t agree with all of what he did, but I get it.”

“Exactly.”

“Emma and I are closer than Dad and I were, though.”

“True. That may make it worse for her right now.”

Robert pulled back in the driveway and Ruth smiled at him, giving him a small wave, before turning back to her son.

“You’ve always been so stubborn, David. Your father had to come to you after that accident, maybe you need to go to Emma for this one,” she said, before going to help her husband with the groceries.”

David let his mother’s words soak in over the next day and realized that she was right. Since Mary Margaret started working at the high school, she had been giving Emma a ride home, but he texted his wife to let Emma know he’d be doing that for her that afternoon. Neal had agreed to walk Josh home and babysit him until his parents got home, no questions asked. A part of him kept waiting for that teen rebellion to kick in. He was then reminded that Josh wouldn’t be far behind and that made him wonder when the hell his kids had grown up so fast?

He parked in front of the school and waited, wondering if Emma would actually come out. He decided to give it 15 minutes before he went looking. Embarrassing her wouldn’t help matters. As it turned out, it was only 5 minutes before the school doors opened and she walked out with Lily Page and Alice Jones. She looked up and tilted her head, before turning to both of them, saying something. They each gave her a hug, before walking off to Lily’s own car. Emma headed to her father’s car and got inside.

“Why are you picking me up?” She asked, uttering her first words to him in days, once he pulled out of the lot.

“Figured it’d be nice if you didn’t have to wait on your mom.”

“What about Josh?”

“Neal’s walking him home and agreed to babysit him for a bit.”

“Where are we going? I’m grounded.”

David didn’t reply to that. He drove through the town and parked at the beach. It was a September day, so the air would be a bit crisp and it would be empty. They got out of the car and started walking in the sand. David could spot the playground that he used to take Emma to play on when she was little. She loved going there, especially if it meant she could go swimming afterwards. They seemed like just yesterday and not 5 years ago.

“So…you did something incredibly stupid,” he said, after a bit of silence.

“If you brought me here to yell at me again…”

“I didn’t come here to yell.” David turned to her. “Em, talk to me. Why did you text Lily?”

Emma bit down on her lip and for a moment, seemed so much younger than 16. “I…I don’t know.”

“Come on, you know I can’t accept that.”

“I guess, we were just having this conversation and I was ignoring her texts at first, but the phone just kept buzzing.” She shrugged. “So, I picked it up and typed a reply. It was stupid, I know. I could’ve completely totaled the bug.”

“I don’t give a damn about the bug, Emma. You could’ve hurt someone else or yourself.” He paused. “You know, your mother and I always dreamed of a family. When you came into our lives, you lit up. Our dream came true.” He softly smiled at the memory of Emma coming to live with them. “And the other day, I could’ve lost my dream.”

Guilt was written across Emma’s eyes. “Dad…”

“No, let me finish. Emma, when I was your age, I did something stupid.” He saw Emma raise an eyebrow and chuckled. “Yeah, your old man was an asshole when he was a teenager. At least to my parents. I took my dad’s car for homecoming and wanted to impress my date, so I sped.”

“Were you hurt?”

“Outside a few cuts, no. The car was totaled though. My father reamed me out in front of my boyfriend at the time and I was so embarrassed. I thought all he cared about was the car, but he made it clear later it had nothing to do with that. He was scared, scared of losing me. He told me that he dreamed of me, dreamed of James when we were younger. He had dreams of our futures and we were under no circumstance allowed to take those dreams away from him.” He put a hand on Emma’s shoulder. “I love you, Emma. More than life itself. You, your brothers, you are my dream come true. My father lost one half his dream the day James died. I will not let you take away my dream either.”

Tears sprung to Emma’s eyes and she looked up at her father, seeing the complete love and devotion in his eyes.

“I know I yelled at you, Emma, and I don’t do that often, but I was scared.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I…I’m sorry, Daddy.”

She leaned into him, the tears falling down her face. David wrapped his arms around her, cradling the back of her head as he always did when they hugged. He kissed the top of her head.

“I…I wasn’t thinking and I just…I’m sorry.”

“I know, kiddo. I know.”

“I’m sorry I gave you an attitude about it. I just was so embarrassed and mad…”

“I get it.” He kissed her temple. “You’re safe, though. That’s what matters now. And you’re never going to do it again, right?”

“Right.”

She buried her head into his shoulder and he could feel his sweatshirt getting wet, but he didn’t care. He held his daughter in his arms, letting a few tears fall himself. She was safe, she was okay. He wasn’t going to lose his baby girl.

#our girl verse #snowing #snowing au #charming family #charming family au #daddy charming #daddy charming au #mama snow #mama snow au #teen emma swan #teenage emma swan

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tatooedlaura-blog · 7 years ago

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Date Night

This third series reads as follows:

Shattered … Desolation … Determination … Us and Ours … Ratty Towels … The Sleepover … Skinner and the Punch … Oregon … Impossibilities … Something from Nothing … Out of the Car … Partners … News … Never Replace You ... The Chip

@today-in-fic

First series … Second series

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His arm was sore from where Byers inserted the smallest of metal rods containing some kind of scientific doo-hickey that would tell them where he was, anywhere in the world, within a couple hundred yards, Mulder disbelieving but not willing to truly test the theory by going 600 miles the other side of the middle of nowhere. Now he watched Scully get hers while she talked quietly about this that and the other thing to Frohike … antiseptic, nick, probe, insert, Neosporin, two stitches, Bandaid.

“Ready, Mulder?”

Eyes drifted from where she was adjusting her sleeve, then pulling on her sweater, up to her face, “sore?”

“Not yet. Yours?”

“A little. I think Byers took out some latent anger with the scalpel.”

Byers gave them a smile as he cleaned up, “you do owe me $22 for food from our last poker night. I may have pulled the stitches a little tighter than I should have.”

Thanking them, then quietly reminding them to forget everything that had happened in the last four hours, Mulder and Scully headed out into the snow, which was beginning to blow down the alley and around the corner, freezing any and all exposed skin. The only thing he could see of Scully was a slit where her eyes were, squinted against the driving ice pellets, scarf thick and warm around her head, “hey.”

“Hey, what?”

“Wanna go on a date?”

Skidding to a stop when her boots hit a packed down section of snow, “a what?”

“A date. The kind of thing we skipped right over when we went from ‘hey, let’s surf’ to ‘hey, take off your pants’.

She inhaled a wee bit of yarn fuzz from her scarf at this point, “hey, take off your pants?”

“Not here, it’s cold but maybe later.” Reaching out to grip her mittened hand, “I think we should go do something that a normal couple would do.”

“What the hell do normal couples do?”

“I don’t know. We can go to the movies or go get some dinner or fly to Italy?” Eyes glittering now with possibilities, “or we could drive south until we get out of the snow or hey, we could pack a bunch of blankets and head to Babar and chill, no pun intended, until spring.”

Head spinning with a whirlwind of suggestions to match the gale whipping her coat, “slow down, partner. Babar is buried in snow and Italy is too long a flight for now. I don’t want to sit in the car for 8 hours to find the end to winter but I could really go for some Mexican and maybe a movie with one of those incredible large buckets of artificially buttered popcorn … Oh my God, Mulder, we need to go eat food right now.”

Laughing at her, pulling her scarf down enough to reveal the tip of her nose, he brushed his over it, “where do you want to eat? Fast or slow?”

“Slow. I want to watch them make the guac so I can request extra lime and onion.”

“For that reason, I won’t be kissing you later,” he could see the shape of her mouth through the scarf and kissing the general area, “so I’ll just do it now.”

Sudden giddy giggle emerged and she nudged him towards the car, “car, move, hungry.”

“Use your words, Scully.”

“Food.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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It took ten minutes to drive, park and given the ugliness of the weather, to be seated in a corner, cozy booth, menus in hand and waters on the way, “not too busy for a Saturday night.”

Grinning at him as she opened the menu, honing in on the fajita section, “it’s 5 degrees out and snowing. Every sane person is home, in their slippers, trying to keep warm.”

“More salsa for us then.” Digging into the freebies on the table, “what are you getting?”

“I was debating the fajitas for two, shrimp and steak.”

“Oh, I was looking at the chicken chimichangas.”

Moving in on the salsa as well, “I never said the fajitas were for sharing, Mulder.”

As his head dipped, smile wide, “you’ll have a ton of leftovers.”

Biting her chip and twinkling her eyes at him, “maybe.”

Two hours and two orders of Guacamole later, Scully had her feet up on the booth seat beside Mulder and he had his hand wrapped around her ankle, picking random green peppers off her plate, “think we should head out?”

“What? Is it already over? Dates usually last past 9pm, don’t they? And if so, we are severally short changing ourselves.”

“I don’t know how dates work? Maybe some do end at 7:47pm, give people a chance to get home, put on pajamas, complain to friends on the phone how the guy didn’t pay and the sour cream was warm.”

Shaking her head at him as she rested against the vinyl back, “I think we should wander the street for five minutes and see what the cool kids are doing these days.”

“Five minutes and they’ll be frozen kids.” Squeezing her leg, he shifted to pull out his wallet, “date night, guy pays, call me sexist but whatever.”

“I’m not complaining. I forgot my wallet in the car.” Crunching one last chip for the road, “we can get it when we walk past.”

Dropping tip on table and picking up bill, “I think we can manage without your wallet for the evening.”

“I also need some gum.”

“Car it is.”

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Shivering after two minutes, Mulder stopped dead in front of a store, nodded his head, pulled her inside, “come on.”

Warm air hit her face, what was exposed anyway, and her eyes lit up …

He’d taken them into a bookstore. An independent little place that when she stood on her toes to see over the stacks of items, seemed to extend backwards to infinity; more than likely a few hundred feet but still, whatever, felt like miles.

“Feel like staying?”

She would have heard him but she was already ten feet away, unraveling scarf, following her nose wherever it led, behind a stack, around a table, through a doorway marked ‘red things, cooking, fantasy and small’. Mulder hoped he’d see her again by spring.

Nodding to the one worker, bedecked in cardigan, kilt and Yankees ball cap, he meandered to a wooden carved sign hanging from the ceiling declaring the section on aliens, astronomy, alchemy and algebra. Believing he had fallen down a rabbit hole, he broke the silence by asking, “how late are you open?”

The kilted gentleman answered, his mouth full of pizza, “we’re open ‘til we close, man, no hurry at all. I live upstairs so it’s a short commute.”

As a Tortie cat wandered through, giving Mulder a thorough look and sniff, “how many books do you have in here?”

“Lost count a few years back.” Pointing to Mulder’s right, “there are two rooms in the direction your wife went and,” pointing now to his left, “three more than way. If you get lost, yell.”

And he did.

He found Scully again nearly two hours later as she surprised him coming around the corner of the doorway leading to ‘medical, marvelous, sparkly and green’, “oh, hi.”

“Hi.” Eyeing the stack of books nearly blocking her face, “find anything?”

She almost worked up to embarrassed, “this is my second stack. Corky already has the first one.”

Mulder gave her a look of complete incredulity, whispering, “kilt man is named Corky?”

“Yes, Fox.”

“Touche.” Setting book in hand on the pile by his feet, “ready to go?”

“We probably should although I haven’t even made it to the ‘fiction about dead people’,” looking over her shoulder and squinting to read the ornate sign, “humorous cats, chubby hamsters and historically ordinary men with mustaches.”

“Oh, we’ll be back. This may very well be my new favorite place in the universe.”

“Where was your original favorite place in the universe?”

“It’s slightly x-rated.”

Pretty sure she knew exactly where he was talking about, she had the sense to turn slightly red, cheeks pinking up enough to let him know she knew, “come on. We need to go find out if we have to ask my mother for a loan to buy Ramen so we can eat for the next month.”

Corky, having moved on to lounging in a reclining aluminum lawn chair behind the checkout desk, cat on stomach, book in hand, dislodged animal and stood when he caught sight of them walking towards him, “I see you’ve found more.” Perusing the titles, nodding at some, eyebrow raising in appreciation at others, “good stuff, too. Totally don’t even remember getting this one in so kudos for finding it. If you don’t like it, bring it back, I’d like to read it when you’re done.”

And he was completely serious.

So was Scully when she nodded, “I will.”

Mulder wanted to ask if Corky needed a part-time employee but refrained, instead, pulling out his credit card, “what’s the damage there, Corky?”

The amount did not knock them off their feet. Made them inhale a bit deeper, wonder fleetingly if maybe they should put one or two back on the shelves but then Corky, being Corky, an excellent Corky in a world of Johns and Ryans and Donalds, handed back Mulder’s card, “and just ‘cause the weather sucks and your wife bought something with a shiny cover,” holding out a box of donuts, open, glazed, “you both get a snack for the road.”

Scully, getting a little hungry again, took one without question, and feeling the calm of paper and dust and musty pages surrounding her, “do you have a section on aura mapping and/or aura projecting?”

“Of course. In the back under ‘rainbows and righteous soul things’.”

“My husband would like to marry you.”

Holding up his left hand and occupied ring finger, “taken but I’d love to have a conversation with you about the whole aura thing if you’ve ever got the time. You are a very curious shade of red.”

Mulder glanced at Scully’s hair, in the process of being trapped under her hat, “I always assumed I’d be blue.”

Once everything was bagged and they’d finished a few more minutes of conversation, they headed out to the street, Mulder hefting two bags while Scully carried one, “thank God for canvas bags. Paper ones wouldn’t have held up.”

“I may not hold up. Did everything you bought have to be hardcover?”

“Pot, kettle, Mulder. You’ve got a 20 lb. book about tasseography.”

Putting stuff in the trunk, he grabbed her before she could open her door, turning her, leaning her against the Jeep, wiggling down scarf to kiss her long and slow, only pulling away when he could feel her begin to smile, “we should date more often.”

“We should and you know what’s best about dating me?”

“I have at least 480 reasons but lay it on me.”

Tugging her scarf up after another quick kiss, “you get to go home with me and take your pants off.”

“Always with the pants off.”

“Do you object?”

“Just get in the car.”

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Eventually, they arrived home, slow-going on the icy roads, to have to lug everything upstairs, leftovers included this time, “okay, there is a four book limit for our next visit.”

“Each or total?”

Tripping on the last step and hitting the wall with his elbow, “each.”

As she took the largest of the bags from him, “I can live with that. It won’t happen but I can live with the concept of it.”

Giving her a tired smirk, “then only paperbacks.”

Wet boots left at the bottom of the stairs, they only had to shed frozen coats and accessories before they could hone in on hot chocolate packets from the cupboards and super thick socks from the bedroom, “meet me on the couch in five minutes.”

Like he’d ever not meet her on the couch in five minutes and after the five minutes were up, he turned, about to yell that she was late when she appeared, package of fudge striped cookies in one hand and two mugs of cocoa in the other. Taking his, he sipped, burned his tongue, nibbled a cookie, loved his life in general, watched her settle before she asked, “so, what did you buy?”

“Didn’t you already see the titles when he rang them up?”

“Yes, but now I want you to tell me why you bought them and the order you’re going to read them.”

Another sip, another burn, another nibble, “you are such a geek, Scully.”

“Corky also thinks I’m your wife.”

Offering her a bite of his cookie, which she accepted readily, “we should get on that.”

Perfectly fine with marriage hanging in the air over them for what could possibly be years to come, “probably.”

#msr #first date #because they had to have that first date eventually #and six weeks on vacation doesn't count as a date #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #my writing #Life part 3 series

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iliveforromance-blog1 · 6 years ago

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Give your heart a break

Note- This is my first fanfiction ever so I’m sorry if it sucks. Anyways I’m obsessed with Love Simon and everything spierfield which is why I’ve watched the movie 6 times and read the book like 3. Anyways hope you enjoy this song inspired one shot :)

Description: Bram is a boy who had everything, until he didn’t. And why? Because even in 2017 & 2018 in Georgia being gay is still some kind of crime. After falling head over heels only to find out it was all a homophobic scheme Bram swears to keep his heart locked up tight. Will Simon be able to convince him that he’s not the same as the others?

*flashback*

He looks up at me through his lashes with a shy smile and tightens his hold on my hand entangled with his own. I’m in bliss. My stomach fills with the most wonderful, warm feeling and suddenly I have just enough courage to do it. So I lean in, slowly and holding my breath. Our lips meet and I swear this is what heaven is like. His lips are warm and soft with the smallest bit of roughness that I immediately love. Then all the sudden, he shoves me away; and not lightly. No, it’s the most violent shove I’m ever received. This, combined with the look of humor and triumph on his face breaks my heart in two. He turns towards the closet. “Yo you owe me $50!”

The heartbreak, betrayal and humiliation hits me like a wave and my eyes fill with tears. There’s suddenly the biggest lump in my throat and it’s like I can’t breathe. Three boys burst from the closet, phones in hand as if they were recording. Which I know they are. Their smiles are cruel and mocking. I’m grabbed by my shoulders and thrown to the ground. My head slams into the floor and I whimper, curling up into a ball. A kick to my ribs brings tears to my eyes again. Then all at once I’m being punched and kicked and I can’t tell what hurts more; my body or my heart. “You’re disgusting! Nobody could ever love a fag like you! God and you were just so damn gullible. Why would I ever want someone like you? You’re nothing! Nothing! Remember that Greenfield.” The voice that had once been so kind and loving is now filled with hatred and triumph. By the time the beating stops I’m sobbing. “You three can go now.” He says. After throwing a few insults at me, they shuffle out the door. I look up and he’s holding his phone to his ear. “Garret where are you right now?” Oh perfect I’ll drop Bram off.” No! Was he seriously going to drop me off at waffle house like this? Was I not humiliated enough? My shirt is yanked and I take the hint, trying to get up. Except I can’t. When he realizes this he picks me up as if I’m trash and starts walking downstairs. He throws me in the backseat and then 15 minutes later he drops me out of it.

My friends are sitting at a booth near the window and when Garrett sees me laying there, beaten and bloody in the parking lot; a look of horror appears on his face. He takes off towards me screaming. “Bram! Holy shit what the hell happened!? Who did this to you?” I look over Garret’s shoulder and Nick, Abby, Leah and Simon are running over. They’re yelling too but i can’t even hear them over the ringing in my ears. I prop myself by my forearms when I start having a coughing fit, until suddenly I’m coughing up blood not air.

*end of flashback*

It was the beginning of sophomore year when I came out. 3 months later, and Jacob started showing interest in me. I told him all my secrets and he told me his. Although now I’m not sure any of them were real. We were together for 6 months and I thought I was in love with him. You know the rest. Junior year started this week and I’m having just a little hope for a better year. At least my heart was safe, with me swearing off love completely.

The bell rings signifying it’s lunch time. I’m the last out the door and I walk briskly to my locker. I shove my books inside and grab my wallet. I’m the last to the table and I take a seat next to Garrett who’s laughing at something Leah said from across from him. With Leah across from Garrett I’m across from Simon. Adorable simon. No. Absolutely not. I remember being the first person that Simon came out to. A few days after I came out Simon had emailed me to ask for advice and to let me know that he understood. He came out with a sheet cake actually. I remember everyone being confused because it wasn’t anyone’s birthday? Then Simon opened the box to reveal a gay flag cake that read ‘I like men!’ and that was that. We ate the cake and life went on. “Bram!” I snap out of my daze and look up. “Huh?” “Can I have an Oreo?” Simon asks with a shy smile. “Only if I can have some fries.” He smiles back. “Deal.”

*3 weeks later* I set my soccer bag on my bedroom floor and go straight to the bathroom. After washing off all the sweat, dirt and grass off I go back to my room wearing sweats and a hoodie from last soccer season. My computer lets out a ping and I drop into my desk chair. I already know it’s an email from Simon as we’d been talking back and forth; getting to know each other. He was so easy to talk and open up to and I lived for our emails.

Bram, I’m practically shitting myself writing this and I’ll probably pace my room a couple hundred times after I hit send, but I’ve got a question. Do you wanna grab Dinner sometime? Because the truth is I like you. A lot. With your perfect grammar, your shyness at lunch, your love for Halloween Oreos, and did I mention you have great soccer calves? Well now I have. Oh wow, I can’t believe I just said that. Well, typed it. There’s plenty of other things but I don’t want to completely embarrass myself by being a total cheeseball. Love, Simon

My heart drops. No no no no no no! Simon likes me. For a few seconds my heart flutters but I push away the feeling. I couldn’t do this. Did I like him? Hell yeah! But I couldn’t risk it. Not again. I run my hands though my hair and pull at the ends in frustration. A single tear runs down my cheek. I was going to lose Simon.

Simon, I can’t do this. I’m so sorry. - Bram

I get up from my desk and throw myself onto my bed. I pound my fists into the mattress and scream into my pillow. If it weren’t for Jacob I could be in a happy trustful relationship. Now, I don’t trust anyone with my heart. My anger melts into sadness and instead of punching my bed I’m crying into it.

I do my best to avoid Simon today. But eventually lunch rolls around and I have to face him.

He looks so sad and my chest hurts to know I caused it. We make eye contact and I feel him reading me. His eyes are full of hurt. I can’t do this. I get up from the table and throw my food away before rushing out of the cafeteria. Not a minute later there are footsteps behind me. “Bram! Bram wait!”

I stop dead in my tracks but I don’t turn around. “I’m sorry Simon I can’t-“ He touches my shoulder and spins me around. He stares into my eyes and lets out a sigh. “I know you’ve been hurt. What that asshole did last year? That broke my fucking heart. No one deserve that and especially you. But I’m not Jacob.” My eyes clench shut when he says his name. He puts his hands on either side of my face and tilts my chin up with his thumb. His voice is soft and comforting. “Hey, look at me.” I do. “I would never intentionally cause you pain. I swear to god. I’m crazy about you alright. I have been since you sat down at our table freshman year.”

I don’t realize I’m crying until he wipes a tear away. He leans in and I shut my eyes. Our lips meet and I realize what heaven is really like. He tastes like Oreos and his lips are velvet soft. The kiss is slow and gentle like it’s testing the waters. I’m practically melting and my stomach feels like I’m on a rollercoaster. He pulls away and smiles looking into my eyes again. “You promise?” I whisper.

“I promise you Abraham Louis Greenfield.”

My hearts in good hands.

#Love simon #au #Spierfield #Simon vas the homo sapiens agenda #Simon Spier #Bram Greenfield #Garrett Laughlin #Leah Burke #Abby Suso #Nick Eisner #wafflehouse

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mysterierants · 4 years ago

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Dating Apps... We all know how they can suck.

Yes, I've tried them. No, I haven't gotten anywhere. Yes, I've tried just chatting with people face-to-face.

I've come to the realization that for people like me, those apps, sites, and other attempts at dating just aren't worth it. What kind of people, you ask? The kind that are shy, socially awkward, don't know how to flirt or start a conversation, etc. We aren't the kind of people that are strictly in it for the sex. Sexual acts or intercourse really isn't something we're into; it just doesn't get us "going". That said, going on a date or meeting at a social event is something that's more our speed. We're more of the "old fashioned" type. The type that are more interested in a long term, romantic relationship that has substance.

I can't tell you how many times I've been hit up, on dating apps mostly, for nudes, one night stands, or for being "fuck buddies". To me, that whole concept doesn't make sense nor does it seem useful. I mean, I understand the core ideology of the concept. It's the concept of only knowing each other and meeting up for sex; nothing else. The 'why' doesn't make sense to me. Are you a nymphomaniac or something?

Unfortunately, with modern dating, its customary to have sex after a period of time. To me, that period of time should be determined when both parties are ready to partake; not just one. One side pressuring the other to have sex isn't acceptable, in my mind; it shouldn't be for you either.

Now that, that explanation and ideology is out of the way, I can get on with this rant. YAY!

One app that I've been drawn to, for some ungodly reason, is called Chat & Date. It allows you to find people whether you're there for a hookup or just there for a decent conversation or anything in between. Turns out, there's a few features that you have to pay for, after a while. Nah, I'm not going to pay from them. I'm too cheap.

Are there some guys on there that pique my interest or that I find attractive? Yes. I've tried talking to them and after wasting a bit of time, they ask for sex, nudes, or both. It fucking sucks. If it weren't for the last casual conversation that's going on, I'd just delete my profile and the app; I'm that done with it. I've just had it with the "Oh you won't sleep with me? K byeee!" stuff. What happened to good old fashioned romance?

It's not much of a secret that in the summer of 2016, I had a major medical crisis. However, it is a bit of an unknown fact that I've suffered from Medication Resistant Epilepsy ever since. Life and cardiac arrests can bite you in the ass REALLY hard, too. So yes, Karma is real and she's an absolute bitch. I also suffer from the side effects of the medications that previous neurologists have put me on, but that's besides the point.

I've gone through several seizure studies and have to go through at least one more before they decide what part of my brain is the best to have surgery on. I'm so done with all the seizures, injuries from the seizures, meds, pity, and hospital stays that I'm completely game for surgery no matter how dangerous. At this point, death even sounds like an option.

Why? I've been having at least one Grand Mal seizure, a month, for 4 years now; they're getting worse and longer, too. These bitches need to go.

Now that you know this, you're probably asking where the dating comes into play.

It's not a "final wish" or anything. No. It's a support thing. The entire time I've been fighting Epilepsy, I've had to be the strong one. The shoulder to cry on. The one constant in people's lives. It's finally wearing me down to the point of no return. The last guy that let me lean on him, for support, left me when I was in the hospital, the third time, durning summer 2016. That was a low blow, asshat.

It would be nice, no, comforting to have someone to lean on and love (romantically). Someone that I can talk to without having to watch what I say, but hopefully not share the stress. I hope they could relieve some of the stress, too. Yeah, okay, I do have friends and family that I could talk to, but I have to watch what I say; I have to keep quite a few things from them. It gets frustrating, actually.

That's some of the reason I made this blog.

Trying to find a decent guy, that's around my age, has become frustrating as well. Yeah, on these apps, plenty of guys have "okayed" me or flirted. It mostly seems like they do this because of my looks. Not cool, dude. There's a couple of key qualifications that makes them get turned down, and this is going to sound racist but isn't meant to be. Ya ready? Well, we're going anyway:

1. Age. I'll admit that I do say age doesn't really matter; its personality that does. I mean that with predominantly friends. I mean, at the time that I'm writing this, I'm 25. I'm not going to be into dudes that are 40-60 years old. I mean seriously, what the fuck.

2. Color. This is the one that I said may sound racist, but really isn't meant to be. In any other context, like friends, I don't give a flyin' flippity fuck what you look like. All that matters is your personality. But when it comes to dating, I prefer white dudes that have even the slightest bit of tan. This can potentially come back and bite me in the ass, too, cause I am part Native American; just not as dark most of the time.

3. Looks. Yeah okay, I'm not much for the superficial junk, but I've noticed that this does have a slight bit to do with it. I think it's mainly 'cause it helps me figure out their personality and how they truly are. You may be curious about how this helps exactly, but that will be talked about later.

4. Speech. Wait, wha-? Yes, word usage, speed, and how they speak does matter to me. It not only tells me their amount and type of intelligence, but also helps with personality. Speech also helps me learn what some of their priorities are. This has helped me to decipher whether or not the guy is just talking to me for the sole purpose of getting me into bed or for legitimately getting to know me. It has saved me from inadvertently getting into trouble, too.

5. Swagger. Like the slang, right? No. I'm talking how a guy carries himself (walks), talks, dresses, and stands. When I say this, I'm not talking 007 or Tom Hiddleston swagger. Nor am I talking about how fat his wallet is. A dirt poor man can have that absolutely sexy swagger. It's more of a mindset and the amount of respect he gives others. Well, I guess Tom does count. You get my point, though.

I'm probably missing a thing or two, but these pretty well cover it. Out of 'em, I couldn't tell you which matters most, though.

These are some things that people can fake on dating apps. Chicks are notorious for this; they give the rest of us a horrid name. I hate it. The guys can also act all 'big 'n' bad' behind a screen and make you think they're totally badass and sexy. Then you meet them in person and... BOOM! Less funny Don Knotts with tiny metaphorical balls. I've met some guys that have smaller balls than I do and I'm a chick! The hell?! You remember the speech and swagger I was talking about? Yeah, that's where this comes into play.

Anyway, this pretty well concludes my rant about dating apps.

Welp, see ya next rant! Bye my lovelies. 💜

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leo-lucid · 5 years ago

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Bewitching Which Monster Chapter 7: The Cliff-side

While I didn't want to talk to Endrian given that he tried to bite me before I even knew his name and he wasn't enthusiastic at all about me in general, I had to. There was space on the calendar for him and he deserved to know that he had an opportunity along with everyone else. Besides that, I was actually a little worried about him since it was getting late. Zam told me that he often stayed out late, so there was no need to worry or wait for him. Still, not even the wildest party-goers I knew back home would be out this late.

As I debated on what to do while staring out the window, I couldn't help but think about Endrian and his attitude. He was pretty rude, secretive, and seemed to have a rather short temper. He didn't seem close to anyone in the mansion. The way he treats me was less than pleasant. Was that he treated my grandmother? My grandfather? If he did, I doubt that Grandmother Rosemary would allow him to stay in the mansion, curse or not. It seemed that he wasn't confined to the house, just the town.

Thinking about it further, if he was free to roam the town, then she definitely wouldn't have let him stay with her if he acted like a distant brat. I doubted that she let Zamuel handle everything all on his own too. Surely, everyone had a job to do or part to play. My grandmother was kind and liked to take care of people. This place was a bed and breakfast on the side after all. However, nothing was for free. The would all have had time to relax and figure out what to do, but I'm positive that they all had expectations.

I wondered what Endrian's expectations were.

The grandfather clock in the room chimed as it hit three in the morning. After fifteen minutes, I got up from the couch and began to get dressed. Simple blue jeans, a fitting purple turtleneck sweater, and a black flats later, I was heading out the door and into town. The walk wasn't too bad. Only thirty minutes. The only issue I had was that it was pretty chilly outside. The autumn night air was starting to bring in the cold. I thought about turning back to grab a jacket, but I figured that I already walked so far anyways. It wasn't too bad as of that moment.

Finally, I stumbled into town. Of course, most of the buildings were closed and the lights were off, the only lights illuminating the streets being the streetlights and small neon signs to stores that just about every town had. Not many people were out either. For a minute, I actually thought I wandered into a deserted town. It felt like I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone. It wasn't until I heard the faint sound of rock music that I was reminded that I was indeed not completely alone.

I followed the noise until I saw a dimly lit bar with a few patrons still sitting inside through the windows. A motorcycle along with some cars were parked outside. Someone with fire red hair and a black leather jacket sat at the bar, facing away from the windows. That had to be him. It was hard to mistake that red hair for anyone else's. I took a deep breath and walked in, a small bell ringing to signal my arrival. No one bothered looking up, not even the bartender. This really was a small town if no one was going to look up and ask for my ID. Well, it wasn't like I planned on drinking anyways.

I nervously approached Endrian, clearing my throat to see if that would get his attention. No dice. He simply continued to drink his glass of red wine, something that was apparently served here which was a surprise. I then decided to take a seat next to him, the bartender finally looking up and quirking a brow. Instead of asking me to leave or ask for an ID, they asked what I would be having. That's when Endrian gave me a side-eye. A rather annoyed looking side glance at that. "I-I'll just have some water. Thank you."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Endrian hissed under his breath. I felt my cheeks heat up at his tone. That tone really didn't make me feel good. A glass of water was set down in front of me, which I gladly took and began sipping from.

"Y-You missed dinner and there's a fill-able calendar up. I-I was also-"

I was cut off by the sound of him setting his now empty glass down harshly on the wooden counter top. His head was turned to face me, his red eyes as cold and intimidating as ever. "Like I said before, I don't care about you or getting to know you! Go home, Anise. Go home and don't come back. This is the one place I can get some peace."

I flinched at his words, beginning to feel like a fool for coming. His glass of wine was topped off, a sigh escaping his lips before he raised his glass to drink. I held my own glass, staring down into it before downing it all. My hand reached for my wallet, but the bartender shook their head. Water must've been free around here. That was nice and good to know. At least there was one positive thing I could get out of this trip.

"Sorry. It won't happen again. I-I just. . . got worried is all. I'll leave you be from now on." I quickly wrapped up, finishing what I wanted to stay before I was interrupted. It didn't take me too long to stand and make my way out the establishment. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Endrian's hair shift slightly as he went to look back at me. It was probably just my imagination though. I didn't stop to look and confirm either. I was usually pretty persistent, though I hated confrontation.

This time I got the message loud and clear.

Stepping outside, I felt a light breeze along with the drop of a couple of degrees. It got colder in such a short amount of time. The iced water wasn't helping me feel warm either. The opposite, actually. I figured I better hurry home and head to bed to get warm under the covers. I should sleep as well. It wasn't in my nature to stay up for as long as I did. Zam was right. I shouldn't have waited around. Heading to bed would've been better for me and for Endrian.

My hands went up to rub my arms, trying to warm my skin underneath my sweater. A slight shiver even ran up my spine. I really should've stayed home or at the very least grabbed my jacket before heading out. My only option was to use some magic. I stopped walking, closed my eyes, and began to imagine that my soul was on fire. Slowly but surely, my hands began to emit some more heat, the warmth spreading throughout the rest of my body. This would get me by for a while. Using raw energy like this, straight from the soul without a channel, was going to drain me quickly though. I had to hurry home unless I wanted to pass out on the street.

A few minutes later and I was already starting to get tired. I had to stop putting out so much energy, already missing the warmth. Another slight shiver ran through me as more and more of the cool night hit my skin. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a motorcycle rapidly drive up next to me. Instead of continuing to drive forward, it braked beside me. Endrian took his helmet off, an agitated look on his face. He then pointed behind him with his thumb.

"Hurry up and get on." He demanded. I wasn't really expecting the command, so I blinked, figuring that I probably misheard him.

"I-I'm sorry?"

He rolled his eyes and began to put his helmet back on. "Come on. It'll take you forever to reach the house."

What he said was true. It would take me more time to walk back to the house versus hopping onto the back of his motorcycle. I hesitantly took a step forward. There were way too many articles and documentaries I've seen about motorcycle accidents. He must've sensed my hesitation, revving up his bike and waved me over. "Let's go! Hang on and you'll be fine!"

Sucking it up, I walked over and got onto the back of the bike, my hands barely hanging on to his waist. With one last rev, he sped off down the street. The sudden acceleration was not what I expected at all, causing me to wrap my arms tightly around his waist. This was not cool. How did people like this kind of transportation?

Endrian briefly looked behind him, no doubt rolling his eyes under his helmet. He then shouted something that I just barely made out. "We're taking a detour."

What? A detour? Where could we possibly go at this late hour? Before I could question him or protest, he made a swift turn and sped ahead. We were heading onto a road that led towards the forests and towards the top of the mountains. It only took a few minutes to get to a cliffside parking area given how fast he drove. We eventually slowed to a stop and the bike was cut off. Endrian removed his helmet, putting it down on the seat once I got off.

I approached the edge of the cliff, protected by a wooden fence. There was the neon and streetlights down below in the town. Meanwhile, hundreds of stars shined in the sky. The town didn't give off much light pollution, making the stars visible enough to make out hundreds of constellations. Suddenly, I didn't feel that nervous about making that detour. As I stared straight up towards the sky, Endrian stood beside me, putting his arms on the gate and leaning forwards to look down at the town. There were no words exchanged between us, but it didn't feel as awkward or intimidating like usual. I was content with not saying a word.

A loud sigh came from him which made me look back to him. His eyes were still trained on the town. "I liked your grandma. Mrs. Rosemary was actually pretty nice to me and helped me. Your grandfather was nice too. He taught me how to fix the bike. But now they're gone and there's only you."

I pursed my lips, unsure of what to say. I was finally starting to get it. For him, he was still grieving. I had my time to mourn when I heard the news and attended the funerals. That was many months ago. By the time I learned I had inherited the manor and everything in it, I had already cried it out. I was able to move on. Endian however, didn't seem to be ready to let go yet.

"I was the second that arrive at the house. This town. Zamual was here before me. I was angry and confused. I didn't know why I suddenly couldn't leave. I would ride my bike for miles and miles, but always end up back here. I eventually tried taking a different route that led me to the mansion. Despite me losing my cool, your grandma still tried to talk to me. Mrs. Rosemary sat through all of my shouting, gave me a place to stay, and said that she can try to help." He continued on, his brows furrowing and his fists balling up.

His hand then suddenly slammed against the gate. "They gave me everything I needed and put up with me for so long! They gave me support and a home, and I just complained about everything! I never got a chance to pay them back. I promised myself I would when the curse was lifted. Then, they passed away. Mr. Devane first, and then Mrs. Rosemary. No curse lifting and no one left that I could trust. Just when I thought I was getting over it, you come along and tell us this stupid way of breaking the curse!"

I didn't say anything. There was nothing that I could say that would make it better. I remembered taking the new pretty hard when I heard of their passing. The only thing that got me through it were my mothers. Endrian was taking this all by himself. There wasn't any way I could relate to that. I could only listen. However, his hands relaxed and he let out another sigh, this time sounding relieved, like he's been bottling this up this entire time.

He then looked towards me, the resentment I felt every time he looked at me gone. "You look a little like Mrs. Rosemary. Skin tone, wavy hair, blue eyes. She didn't have freckles or dye her hair purple, but you are definitely her granddaughter. I just. . . I just wish I could pay her back. One last chance to see her and give her an actual thanks at least. There's just you though."

He was right. I wasn't my grandmother, and unfortunately, I didn't hold the power of necromancy or spirit channeling. Although, I just knew my grandmother would say that he didn't need to thank her. Just pay it forward. That's usually how she rolled. So, I relayed that same message that she taught me so many times when I was younger. "I know I'm not my grandmother and I honestly can't imagine how much you've been hurting over her death. I don't envy you. If you did get to talk to her one last time though, I think she would tell you to smile and simply pay her kindness forward. That's probably not what you want to hear. It's just the truth."

There was no response. I was only met with silence and an intense stare. Resentment or annoyance didn't fill his gaze yet. I couldn't detect what he was thinking. Feeling a little awkward again, I looked back up at the stars. Endrian then stood up straight, looking like he wanted to say something. It seemed like he was working up the courage to say something. ". . . I'm sorry I've been a complete jerk to you since we met. I shouldn't have taken stuff out on you. You. . . are as blind and confused as we all are. You're just trying to help."

At that, I actually gave a small smile. I felt like I made some progress with Endrian. I genuinely thought that we could turn out to be good friends if he just opened up. There was no need to force anything and I wanted him to take his time. This was a huge step that I mentally celebrated for him. Grandma would've been proud. "It's okay. I understand. I'll keep to my promise and not bother you as much. Take all the time you need."

I turned, rubbing my arms from the cold and looked towards the bike. "I think I'm ready to head home now if you don't mind."

Endrian nodded, beginning to walk to the bike. His red eyes still stared at me, making me think that perhaps he was thinking about something concerning me. The leather jacket he wore was shimmied off and held out towards me. His face was turned the other way, preventing me from looking at his expression. "Here. Take it."

The gesture made my heart skip a beat for a moment. There was some hesitance, but I took it. It would be rude to decline. Besides that, I felt that he would shout at me to make me take it anyways. I put the jacket on, his own body heat lingering on the satin inside. The shivers went away as I began to feel warm. "Thank you, Endrian. I mean it."

"Yeah yeah. Just get on the bike already." He played off. As he got on the motorcycle after removing his helmet, I swore I could see a faint blush on his cheeks. Before I could get a real look, his helmet was on and he started the engine.

Going just as fast as before, we sped home. It was really late and I was exhausted. We quietly entered through the garage door, making sure we didn't wake anyone up. As we ascended the stairs, I took off the leather jacket and handed it back to him. "Thanks for showing me the cliff-side and talking to me. I had a good time, even if riding on the back of your motorcycle made me nervous."

"Tell me about it. You were hanging on like your life depended on it. Well, I'm heading to bed. See ya." Endrian curtly responded, turning on his heels to go to his room. I gave a yawn, figuring that I should finally get some shut eye as well. It had been a long night.

"Yo, Anise? You're. . . a little cool after all."

Before I could turn to see Endrian one final time or even reply, he had closed the door to his room. I smiled to myself and headed to my own. I was called "cool" by a motorcycle riding, leather jacket wearing vampire today. That was pretty cool.

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