#awkward looking because I drew this on a coffe high

[abbyartfull]

Ranma doodle, please watch the remake it’s good

[urmominbike]

THEY ARE SOOO BACK

[getthefckouttahere]

A/N: thank you @kendallbarnes for the request :P feel free to send more requests. rules can be found here and i'd like to say that idk what the real mick mars is like, this is solely based on what the movie shows him as. warnings: just swearing

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“Alright, it’s your turn, Bub.” Tommy slurred to you, using a nickname he had used a lot since high school.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“It’s a fuck, marry and kill, alright? So it’s Vince, Mick, or Nikki.”

You smirk, the alcohol giving you way too much confidence you knew you never had

“Fuck Vince - I mean, who wouldn’t - kill Nikki and…” you pause, realising what you had just admitted, “...and marry Mick.”

“Damn, why would you marry Mick? He’s the most heartless fucker I’ve ever met.”

“Maybe to you guys.” you shrug, taking another shot of whiskey.

“I didn’t know you liked men that hate any living being.”

You shrugged again.

“I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up or whatever, but it is what it is, I guess.”

“Yo, don’t put yourself down like that. Maybe he likes you back.”

A couple of seconds of silence passed after he said that, then the two of you erupted into laughter.

“Ah shit, I should probably get going. Concerts gonna start soon.” he gave you a hug and ran out the door, softly closing the door behind him.

The way he opened it again an hour later was nowhere as soft, though. He swang it open so hard it bounced off the wall and you almost fell off the sofa in shock.

“Y/N, I did a bad thing.” he said, wide eyed and hands flailing.

“When don’t you.” you sigh, taking another mouthful of coffee.

“No, you don’t understand. I told Mick you like him.”

The coffee sprayed straight out of your mouth onto the blanket.

“You did WHAT?” you yelled.

You were pretty sure the whole neighbourhood heard you, but it didn’t matter then.

“Mick got jealous of me and Heather and he was all like ‘man, I wish I had a girlfriend’-”

You laughed at his low-toned interpretation of Mick.

“-and I kinda took that as a greenlight to say ‘oh, Y/N is all up for grabs if you’re interested.”

“Oh...my God...what did he say?” your hands flew to the sides of your head as you wince at the million different ways he could reject you.

“He just...stared at me, y’know? Like, it wasn’t a look of ‘what the fuck’. It looked like he was actually thinking about it.”

“Fucking hell, Tommy, I don’t know if I wanna slap you or if I wanna thank you right now.”

He didn’t say anything, he just laughed and sat down on the sofa next to you.

“Well, now I can’t hang out with the band anymore.”

“Why not?”

“It’s gonna be hella awkward and he’s gonna stop talking to me.”

“Oh please, that old man never goes out of his way to talk to anyone.”

“Like I said before, only to you. We had a pretty damn great discussion about which guitars were better, Fenders or Gibsons.”

“I have no idea what that means, but good for you.” he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl you had been keeping to yourself and stuffed it all in his mouth.

All of a sudden, there’s a knocking at your door and you look at Tommy quizzically. Barely anyone walked through these streets at this hour. Maybe someone had just followed him from the concert?

“I’ll go look.” you tell him, but him being the curious fucker he was followed you anyway.

You look through the peephole to be greeted by Mick’s normal pokerface, sunglasses shielding his eyes.

"Oh my fucking God, it’s Mick. What the fuck do I do.” your eyes widen as you looked at him in panic.

“Chill out, dude, it's gonna be fine. Lemme talk to him.” he said, opening the door and greeting his bandmate with a huge grin.

“Guess I’ll leave you lovebirds in peace then. Good luck, Bub!” he turned back to look at you before he pushed past Mick and ran outside.

“Hey! Fuck you too, Sticko.” you called out after him.

“Sticko?” Mick said, raising an eyebrow.

“Let’s just say that Tommy had never had a fat phase in his life.”

“Lucky bastard,” he mumbled, “can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.” you stutter.

You open the door wider and stand to the side so the could walk in with ease, placing his coat on the coat hanger behind you. The corners of his mouth twitched seeing the tint of red slowly forming in your cheeks.

“Um, tea or coffe- actually, never mind. I think I bought a bottle of vodka.”

“You know me so well.” he grinned. He made his way to your living room, avoiding the coffee-stained blanket that was on one side of the sofa.

“Ah, ‘A Clockwork Orange’. Classic.” he said, indicating to the movie you had been watching while waiting for Tommy to come back.

“Yeah, I really like it.” you said, making your way back with a bottle and two glasses. You placed them on the table in front of you so he could grab it at his own pace.

You then grabbed the blanket and threw it across the room, into your laundry basket, and sat down next to him. The space between you wasn’t awkward, but it was there.

“What’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your cool.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, why are you here?”

“Why not?”

You couldn’t answer that.

Silence filled the room as you thought about your next move.

“No, seriously.”

“Do I need a reason to visit someone?”

“...yes?”

“Oh. I haven’t seen you in a while. Thought it’d be nice to say hi.”

“Okay. Well, hi.”

“Hi.” he shuffled around on the sofa, as if he was making himself comfortable but trying to get closer to you at the same time.

“Hi.” you said a bit quieter this time.

“Can I ask you something?” his eyes drew away from the screen to look at you. But you couldn’t look at him back, else your face would probably burst from the amount of blood rushing to it.

You couldn’t back out now, or run away like you normally would.

“Sure.” you said, clearing your throat.

“D’you wanna go down to the Whisky a Go Go? Grab a drink...or something.”

“Uhh..what day is it?”

“Saturday.”

“Then no. Thanks for the invitation, though.” you looked at him for a quick second to smile before turning back to the TV. His face remained confused.

“How does that make sense?”

“KISS play every Saturday night. I fucking hate KISS.” you reply nonchalantly and he burst out into laughter.

You made Mick - the Mick Mars - laugh. Probably the greatest achievement ever done by man.

“Fuck, you’re great.” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Y’know, I thought Tommy was kidding when he said you were available.” he continued.

“You don’t- you’re not obliged to ask me out just because of that. Like, you’re more than welcome to, I’d be so fucking happy- I mean, I’d be flattered. No, sorry, I am flattered, but-”

Shit, you were a mess. You were certain that your stuttering would drive him away, but you never left his gaze for one second.

“So that’s a yes on the Whisky a Go Go date?”

“No. Wait, yes. But not to see KISS. Yes to the date, though” you took a deep breath, turning your head to finally meet his eyes.

He had been looking at you with nothing but admiration the whole time, you realised, a small smile forming on your own face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper, his head subconsciously getting closer to yours.

“Found out that you stutter quite a lot when you get nervous. Mostly when you talk to me. It’s cute, really.”

You let out a shaky sigh of relief, still caught off guard when he lifted your chin up with his fingers and pulled you in for a long awaited kiss from both ends.

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