#instead i watched Tommy being being so very fond of his BOYFRIEND!

[teabroomsandbooks]

We got fed a whole 5 course meal tonight!

Can't wait to rewatch this episode over and over. So, so, good!

The bucktommy domesticity, the henren emerency (I swear tim, give them some peace ffs), the haunted house, eddie!, josh cosplaying as eddie, just chefs kiss to it all

[ax-y10]

Hello hello!

I'm here to make my first official request during my time on tumblr!

All i can think about is going to Disneyland with wilbur (heavily inspired by the Tom Simon's channel 🫢) and the rest of them and being apart of that video.

Like buying wilbur ears and having Tommy gagging at all the couple antics going on and Phil cheering wil on. Wilbur surprising you with a Disneyland sweatshirt and promoting Disney instead of Tommy's merch that was coming out of the time.

I hope all is well for you and I love your latest

:)

Pure Love And Disney Sweaters

In which- a certain "child" wants attention, but you have the most important eyes

A/n: I'm going to try my best fucking hardest to make your first request a really good one. I haven't watched in ages so I'm going to try my hardest to rewatch it. I'm tired pls don't bully me

Chapter info: Swearing, kissing, Tommy wanting attention, Wilbur making silly little jokes at you, fear of rollercoasters, Phil being a darling, Kristin also being a darling, Tommy being a shithead, mention of passing out, mention of panic attacks, mention of throwing up. It's funny because I actually didn't rewatch the vid, and this is all over the place (i'm sad that I didn't include the quirked up white boy thing or the stubble)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

You got so excited when Tommy told you that he was going to Disneyland for a new vlog. You were ecstatic at the idea as you'd never been to Disneyland before, jumping around in your seat. Wilbur heard your little cheers from the room over, and when he peered in, you were spinning your chair around. You yelped when you saw him in the doorway, a fond smile spread across his face.

The very first thing you did upon finding out was ramble to Wilbur about how excited you are, followed by packing. Tom said he got tickets for everyone's flights (you doubt it) and created a groupchat with everyone who was going, made up of Phil, Kristin, Tommy, Wilbur and you.

'Fair group' you thought. But oh my you were wrong.

The entire flight, Tommy was playing his DS, but as soon as Wilbur pulled out his 'You can rest your head on my shoulder move', Tommy was at it with the teasing.

"Oh Wilbur, how could you ignore me?" "How come Y/n gets to rest their head on your shoulder and I don't?" followed by him throwing his head on Wil's shoulder.

And it didn't stop until you finally reached the hotel. The constant teasing and poking fun dying down once you were both laying down on the bed, nuzzled against each other, and tired after a long day full of Tommy.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur spoke into the silence of the room, snapping you from your anticipation for the day to come.

"Yes?" You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder and neck.

He paused for a moment, contemplating his next words, whispering "I love you" cheekily before turning away from you and curling into a ball.

You reefed on his pajama shirt, getting him to roll back over to cuddle you, the cold of the room finally finding its way under the sheets without your boyfriends arms around you. Complying, you were once again peaceful with the weight of his arms resting on your sides.

And soon enough, you were awake nice and early (against your will, blame Tommy), brushing your hand through Wilbur's curls, and getting ready for the day. An hour passed and you ran down the stairs to the lobby, stuffing up your sweater, and finding a seat next to Kristin.

"How come males always take forever to get ready when their is something important going on?" you whispered to Kristin, before leaning back and smiling cheekily.

"I think it should be the other way around, dear," She replied and laughed quietly.

All of a sudden, you let out a squeal as a warm pair of arms engulf you, followed by a forced weight and a yelp from a familiar boy.

"Ow, Tommy!" You exclaimed, the boy throwing himself down next to Phil.

Arriving at Disneyland, Tommy immediately wanted to go on "Space Mountain", and begged and begged Wilbur to take him over there, him declining each time

And then he got ganged up on by a bunch of presumably eight year olds who could pull the sword out of the stone, bullying Tommy for not being able to pull it out. You had to drag him away from it, all the while Wil was spouting false history facts about the building the group was approaching.

Later, you and Wilbur sat on a bench outside a ride while Phil and Tommy went on a rollercoaster together, and Kristin was getting food for everyone, even though you had offered to go with her. You were talking about how you had never been to Disneyland and how this entire experience was made all the better just by him being by your side. You weren't aware, but he was staring at your face and the excitement plastered over it, admiring you until you turned to him.

"I love you" you whispered, in which you broke him out of his trance.

"I love you too, forever and always, my love," he spoke sincerely, and you saw the genuine emotions behind his eyes.

Que the gag from Tommy and the exchanged smiles between Phil as Wilbur leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

"Oh fuck off Tommy, you attention-seeking ass" your boyfriend teased, and pulled a small giggle from your lips.

"IT'S YOUR TURN ON THE ROLLERCOASTER, LOVEBIRDS!" Tommy yelled, and your eyes widened in fear. You hated rollercoasters.

A hand was placed upon your shoulder, and you were led into the ride with Wilbur, waiting nervously in line. You weren't ready for the roller coaster, not at all.

"Wilbur, please. I really don't want to do this. I'm terrified of rollercoasters," You begged, desperately wanting to avoid this, scared you'll pass out, have a panic attack or throw up.

"Okay, you head back out to Kristen and I'll get Tommy to come with me for forcing you on here," He laughed, and you quickly walked back out to Kristen and Phil. Thankfully, it was the last ride they were going on for the day, so you three walked back out the front and ordered an uber for when Wilbur and Tommy get back.

But little did you know, Wilbur had bought you a Disney sweater, and surprised you with it when you got back to the hotel. And he was met with a big, warm hug from you and kisses peppered across his face.

And the best part of the day for him? Watching you smile in your sleep, engulfed in the blue fabric of the sweater, accompanied by your sweet noises in your sleep.

[morganaspendragonss]

First off I just want to say that I LOVE all of your Owen and TK fics. Prompt: I would love for TK to end up like really sick(fever,vomiting, dizzy spells) and try to hide it from everyone but then for him to get worse and it turn out to be appendicitis and Owen being super worried and protective of him throughout the whole ordeal. Once again I think that you are an amazing writer!!

thank you for the prompt and your lovely message! i’m so sorry for the long wait, but i hope you like what i came up with!

@911lonestarangstweek day 4:  Sickfic + “You need to rest.”

ao3 | 2.2k

“Are you okay, son?”

Owen frowns over at TK, sitting across from him at the dinner table. He keeps his voice low to avoid catching the attention of the rest of the team; TK would probably kill him for ‘causing a scene’, and then Owen would never get to the bottom of what’s going on.

And something is, that he’s sure of. Whilst the others are all wolfing down the pasta dish Paul cooked up, back-to-back calls leading to near starvation, as Mateo put it, TK has barely touched his food, electing to simply push it around the plate. He’s quiet too, not joining in on the conversations going round the table, and he’s been looking off all day. That Owen has seen, anyway, and he’s also caught Tommy sending worried glances in TK’s direction multiple times. If it weren’t for the knowledge that TK would likely bite the offending hand off, Owen would definitely reach over to check his temperature; his skin is noticeably flushed and there’s a light sheen of sweat on his brow.

TK doesn’t appear to hear his question, continuing to ineffectually stab at pasta shapes, so Owen leans closer, daring to wave a hand in his face. 

TK blinks in surprise. “What?”

“I said, are you okay? You look sick.”

He rolls his eyes, looking back down at his plate. “I’m fine.”

Owen raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, for starters, you haven’t eaten anything,” Owen says, pointedly staring at him, letting him know his charade hasn’t gone unnoticed.

TK huffs and sets his fork down, pushing the plate away. “I’m not hungry.”

Bullshit. 

“Since when are you not hungry?”

“Since now, Dad!” TK snaps, glaring at Owen. He flushes and drops his eyes when his outburst earns him several raised eyebrows, but he still doesn’t give in, instead grumbling another, “I’m fine.”

The thing is, Owen knows that TK probably thinks he is fine. TK’s always had a tendency to downplay his own illnesses and injuries, to the point where he’s even doing it to himself, which has resulted in more ER visits and emergency doctors’ appointments than Owen cares to remember. 

So, much as he would love to believe his son, all the evidence points to him being very much not okay. Owen’s about two seconds away from calling Tommy over when TK’s face changes, his breathing suddenly becoming very carefully measured.

“Son?” he asks, reaching across the table to lay a hand on TK’s arm. The second he makes contact, however, TK violently shoves away from the table, chair legs scraping noisily on the linoleum.

“Bathroom,” is all the explanation he gives before rushing off, very obviously unsteady on his feet.

Owen watches him go, torn between wanting to follow and wanting to give TK the chance to admit defeat himself. He’s worried, but he knows that if he keeps pushing, then TK’s just going to be even more stubborn about it. He sighs and shakes his head, returning back to his meal, TK’s untouched plate mocking him in his periphery. 

But when ten minutes have passed and TK still hasn’t reappeared, Owen feels a sick sense of dread start to creep in. There’s no reason for him to have been gone this long unless something is seriously wrong, and Owen’s not about to wait any longer to find out what.

He stands up, glancing pensively up the staircase before heading up there himself, trying to stave off all the worst case scenarios flitting through his mind. Maybe TK just went to lie down for a bit? It’s possible, though Owen knows it’s more than likely not the case. That would be too simple.

His fears are confirmed when he turns the corner leading to the bathroom. TK is hunched over in the doorway, white-knuckled grip on the frame, the other arm wrapped around his abdomen. He’s staring sightlessly into the middle distance, apparently not even noticing Owen as he approaches, and Owen can hear how heavy his breathing is from across the room. 

“TK?” he calls, worry only spiking when TK gives no indication of having heard him. This is bad; Owen runs to the balcony, thanking god that Tommy is still down there with the rest of the team. “Captain Vega!” he calls. “A little help up here?”

Tommy’s instantly moving, clearly picking up on the urgency in his tone, and Owen spares a single moment of relief. Unfortunately, it’s short-lived; when he turns back around, time seems to slow as he watches TK’s grip on the doorframe loosen, his feet shuffling forward tentatively before letting go altogether.

TK stays upright for barely a second before he crumples to the floor, collapsing in an undignified heap. Owen breaks into a run, reaching TK just as he’s trying to push himself back up. He doesn’t seem to have lost consciousness, which Owen is thankful for, and he’s a little more lucid now, but he’s turned incredibly pale and there are tight lines of pain around his eyes. 

“TK, what’s going on?” he demands, keeping a hand firmly on his son’s shoulders to keep him on the floor. “And don’t give me any of that ‘I’m fine’ crap; I just saw you collapse, so you’re going to have to do better than that.”

TK groans, the effort it takes for his gaze to focus on Owen seemingly Herculean. “Thought it was just a stomach bug,” he mutters. “That’s why I didn’t say anything. Then I got this really bad pain”—he waves a hand over his abdomen—“and I had to come up here to be sick. When I tried to come back down I got really dizzy - my vision blurred, there was this really loud ringing in my ears - I guess you saw all that.

“The blurriness has gone now but the pain is still there, so I’m thinking it’s probably -”

“Your appendix.” Tommy’s voice cuts through TK’s, and Owen looks up to see her heading towards them, medical bag in hand. She tuts as she kneels next to them, shaking her head ruefully. “Really, Strand? Hiding something like this on the job?”

“In my defence, Cap,” TK says, something like a smile on his lips, “I really didn’t know until just now. I was only a little feverish before, so I thought it was nothing.”

“Until it wasn’t,” she admonishes, but there’s an undercurrent of fondness to her tone. She presses down on TK’s abdomen and he hisses in pain, Tommy’s face growing serious. “TK, did you have any pain before what happened just now?”

“A little,” he admits. “But then it went away so I forgot about it.”

Tommy curses. Owen glances over at her anxiously, not liking the worried expression on her face. “What is it?”

She looks at him grimly, rising to her feet and heading for the stairs. “I can’t be certain, but it means his appendix might have already burst. Check his pulse.”

Owen does, feeling a little sick himself as the implications of Tommy’s words sink in. TK’s pulse is fast which, judging by the less-than-happy expression on her face when Owen reports it, isn’t a good sign.

“He needs to get to the hospital, now.”

*

Owen’s foot taps out a repetitive rhythm on the waiting room floor, earning him several reproachful looks from hospital staff and other visitors. He pays them no mind, though; it’s been ages since TK was wheeled away for testing and surgery, and his patience is stretched thin.

He knows it’ll be fine, logically. Appendectomies usually are, though there’s the added complication of TK’s appendix maybe having already burst, because apparently they can’t have any good luck for a change.

It’s just… It never gets any easier, seeing his son in the hospital. Even if it’s just for something as simple as a broken bone, of which there have been a few over the years. But, as Owen is reminded when he hears the hurried sound of feet coming towards him, he doesn’t have to do this alone anymore.

He stands as Carlos reaches him, his eyes wide and worried - perhaps more so than the situation warrants, but Owen’s not about to judge him for that. 

“What happened?” Carlos asks, not giving Owen a moment to respond before rushing ahead. “He looked a little flushed this morning but he told me he was fine and I believed him. I’m sorry, Captain Strand, I should have pushed more -”

“Carlos.” Owen holds up a hand, laughing a little. “Take a breath, son. And, how many times, call me Owen.”

Carlos flushes, breathing out shakily before slumping into a chair by Owen’s side. “Right,” he mutters. “Sorry. How is he, though?”

Owen eases himself back down into his seat, his knees cracking noisily in protest. He sighs. “He’ll be okay. I’m still waiting on the doctor to come out and tell me more, but he was admitted a while ago, so hopefully that’ll happen soon.”

Carlos nods, leaning his head in his hands. Owen watches him with a faint smile on his face; he’s always known how much TK and Carlos care for each other, but seeing it first-hand just reaffirms the knowledge. It’s all he’s ever wanted for his son - someone who loves him just as much as he loves them.

“You know,” he starts, “you’re the first boyfriend TK’s ever had who’ll willingly come and wait at the hospital for hours. I appreciate you being here.”

Carlos stares at him, uncomprehending. “I… I’m the first?”

Owen nods; Carlos shakes his head in disbelief. It’s strangely heartwarming, this display of indignation on his son’s behalf, and Owen couldn’t be more grateful for Carlos’s presence. He goes to say something else, but then they’re interrupted by the arrival of a doctor, smiling reassuringly at them.

“Mr Strand,” he greets, raising a questioning eyebrow at Carlos. “And…”

“This is Carlos Reyes, TK’s partner.”

“Ah.” The doctor nods, looking back down at his clipboard. “The good news is, the surgery went well. We’re getting him set up in a room now; I’ll take you to see him in a moment.”

“Is there bad news?” Carlos asks nervously, having clearly picked up on the same thing Owen had.

The doctor grimaces. “Unfortunately, his appendix burst before he arrived, so there is a significant risk of infection. We’ve put him on a course of antibiotics and he’ll have to remain here for at least the next week to make sure there are no unexpected complications.”

“He’s gonna love that,” Carlos jokes, and even Owen has to smile, knowing just how right Carlos is. He’s still worried, and the doctor’s news has only increased that, but it’s easier, having someone else with him who’s just as worried.

They’re soon taken to TK’s room, Owen letting out a sigh of relief as he sees him awake, though his expression is tight with pain. He’s beyond proud of TK for how far he’s come in his recovery, and Owen knows that this is what he needs to do, but it’s not any easier to see his kid hurting.

“How are you feeling, son?” he asks, taking a seat next to the bed. Carlos dithers for a moment before TK sends him a look, and he settles himself gingerly on the edge of the bed, almost absent-mindedly taking TK’s hands in his own.

“Like crap,” TK answers, apparently too tired for his usual ‘I’m fine’ routine. “Could be worse, though.”

Owen hums in agreement; that, at least, can’t be denied. It’s difficult to top getting shot and spending days in a coma. 

They talk for a little while, but then TK starts yawning and his eyelids begin to droop, despite his very obvious effort to keep them open. Owen laughs at him, shaking his head fondly.

“Alright, son, we get the message,” he jokes. “I’m leaving.”

“No, it’s okay -”

“TK,” Owen interrupts. “You need to rest. I’ll come back and check on you tomorrow.”

TK huffs, but he’s clearly too exhausted to protest any further, letting Owen place a kiss on his brow as he stands. Carlos moves to join him, but TK draws the line there, clinging on tight to his hands.

“I…” Carlos sends a helpless look to Owen, but he just shakes his head.

“I wouldn’t argue, Carlos,” he says. “I’m sure you know as well as I do how clingy TK gets when he’s sick.”

“Do not,” TK mumbles, but it’s offset by the way he’s currently attempting - incredibly unsuccessfully - to pull Carlos down next to him.

Carlos huffs a laugh at that. “Sure you don’t, love.”

TK swats clumsily at him, and Owen can’t help but smile at their interaction. It’s clear they’ve all but forgotten his presence, so he starts to creep towards the door, only to stop and look back when he gets there.

“TK?” he says sternly, drawing their attention. “Remember - rest.”

TK rolls his eyes and Carlos flushes darkly, attempting to stammer out a response. Owen takes pity on him and walks away, grinning to himself. Not too long ago, he wouldn’t have dreamt of leaving TK after major surgery, but things are so different now. 

Owen knows TK has all he needs already with him. And that is the most important thing.

[hargrove-mayfields]

I haven’t been able to write a whole lot recently so to make up for the little drought here’s a few kegboys hcs!

-Tommy has a big thing for 70s country music, it’s like, all he’ll listen to. Steve’s kind of overexposed to country having grown up in IN so he’s pretty neutral on it even though he prefers pop, but Billy, resident metal head and city boy through and through, tries to poke fun at him for it because like, country music is for uncool hicks, right? But, and this is very much to his dismay, Billy cannot get enough of Dolly. Like he really couldn’t care less about Toms other picks but he is beyond hooked on Dolly to the point that he’s the one buying all her new records when they come out.

-Tommy is absolutely the house husband because the other two are honest to god domestically useless. Billy tries really, really hard to help because Steve goes to work and he feels like he’s lazy for not being able to do much while he’s recovering, so Tommy sticks him with the little jobs because he knows he’s never going to get him to agree to actually resting. It’ll just be little tasks, things like cleaning the lint trap when Tom switches the laundry, but it’s enough to make him feel less useless.

-But! As good as he is at keeping up with the bills and doing chores, Tommy CANNOT cook. Steve will never ever forget the time he came over to his house and caught popcorn on fire in his microwave or when Billy had to swoop in and unplug the toaster like seconds before Tee electrocuted himself trying to use a fork to fish out a piece poptart that broke off in there, so he is very much not allowed anywhere near a stove. Billy is the best cook and even then he’s a little iffy because Neil never let him do it, so to compensate for how collectively awful they are in the kitchen they have like a thousand scribbled in cookbooks in every drawer and pantry.

-They all three have very different sleeping habits. Billy’s the early bird, always gets up at the same time as the sun well-rested no matter what time they went to bed. Steve is a deep sleeper through and through, he’ll pass out at like, 11:00 every night and won’t move again until morning. If nobody were to wake him up he could probably sleep all through an entire day. Tommy’s something of a rough sleeper though, can’t usually get to sleep until at least two in the morning, usually later than that even, and once he gets to sleep it’s very light and he tends to wake up every hour, on the hour. One time when Steve’s at the pharmacy picking up Billy's meds he grabs a little thing of melatonin for Tom because like, it says it boosts sleep and anything’s worth a shot if it means Tommy won’t be so exhausted and sick and frustrated all the time, and it does help! He sort of ends up on about the same sleep schedule as Billy once his rhythm gets a little more regulated.

-When they first started dating, Billy thought Steve was bad when it came to clothes stealing, he lost a few jackets and old t-shirts that way, but when they all three move in together he discovers that Tommy is the true culprit. Neither he nor Steve can keep track of literally any single piece of clothing. Everything, from their hoodies to their jeans to their pjs to their socks, all belong in some part to Tom until eventually they just have one community wardrobe they pick and choose from instead of like, individual clothes.

-They all three overuse the heck out of pet names like baby and babe, which results in Steve calling Tommy babe one and Billy babe two because he was tired of saying like “hey babe” and getting two simultaneous answers.

-Tommy does Billy’s hair for him when he still can’t do too much with his hands, and after that too when it’s convenient because it becomes routine, combing out his curls and putting mousse in it when he wants it done nice, because he wants to be a hairdresser anyways! He’d practiced plenty on Steve ever since they were in middle school, given him tons of hair cuts and even his highlights! It’s for that reason that when Tommy starts doing Billy’s hair, Steve gets the teensiest bit jealous because that used to be him. So everytime they go anywhere and they aren’t crunched for time he has to do both Billy and Steve’s hair and he starts not having time to straighten his own! But! That’s okay because his boys are very fond of his natural curls!

-Steve runs very, very cold always. He’s a type one diabetic so he’s pretty much always anemic and he freezes like 24/7. Even in the summer when Billy and Tommy are like melting into the furniture, he can get away with long sleeves and be just fine. When they’re in bed they keep Steve in the middle because they both run super warm like a heat register and it’d get too hot without having Steve as their ice pack between them.

-More about Steve’s diabetes bc it’s like one of my fav hcs and I wish I could write about it more! It’s really hard to find things for him to eat because he’s gotta worry about his sugar, but also because he has so many food allergies and sensitivities on top of that. Before he had anyone around he just kind of didn’t care about watching himself like, if he wanted to eat something, he would just do it, but he ultimately faced the consequences of that a few times too many, aka being hospitalized twice with DKA and three times with anaphylactic shock. he gets banned from grocery shopping on his own, because he will absolutely buy so much stuff he isn’t supposed to have and ‘lose’ the receipt and just hide the stuff because his boys will not let him eat whatever he wants anymore. Billy is also not allowed to go shopping because he never remembers what brands they use or reads any labels, he just grabs the first of everything he sees and calls it a day. Tommy officially gave up on them and started doing it himself after confiscating a half empty bag of gummy bears off of Steve and having to use the wrong toothpaste for months because Billy refused to pay attention.

-Tommy attracts strays! Cats, dogs, an actual escaped budgie from the neighbors house once, it doesn’t matter, somehow they always find him. If he’s out on the porch there’s like, a ninety percent chance there’s a critter that doesn’t belong to them in his lap. He lets Billy name them all even though they can’t keep them. Tommy personally can’t pick a favorite out of the 20 some odd cats that come and go because they’re all his babies, but Billy and Steve have theirs. B’s favorite is a black and white little fella named Mr. Shrimp and Steve’s is a sweet tabby girl named Meowzers! The rule doesn't only apply to domesticated animals either, raccoons and wild bunnies also tend to lurk around their porch. Billy picks up a raccoon once (he named her Poubelle, but calls her Bella) and Steve yelled at him for hours about how dangerous and irresponsible and gross it was. Him and Tommy get boyfriend grounded for like, weeks after that.

-Steve is like everyone’s Midwestern grandma! He keeps pockets full of butterscotch candies and tissues, he’s got a collection of blow molds and Tiffany lamps, he wears sweatshirts and jackets with weird quotes on them and like, he believes the cure to every ailment is tomato soup, vicks, a wash rag, and a kiss or any combination thereof. It drives Billy completely up the wall, because he’ll cough like once and Steve is like do you need soup? do you need a doctor? please let me help you. But Tommy likes it, being fussed over, cause he grew up with younger siblings and two working parents, so he was always the one doing the fussing.

[angrylizardjacket]

the memory of what we would become // Charlotte&Lola

Summary: High School AU But As Adults. Winter 1997. Charlotte, one year shy of 30, has come back from jet-setting around the world as Rolling Stone’s international correspondent for Christmas, and decides to stop in at Lola and her father Leo’s diner.

A/N: 3749 words. WTF this wasn’t meant to be this long. File this under; things that will not make sense since I haven’t published the actual High School AU. so for reference, in the HS AU Lola’s dad doesn’t die, instead he leaves her mother, takes lola to LA, and opens up a diner there. this is set 12 years after the actual HS AU. UNEDITED. @misscharlottelee @summersummerland THIS IS SO SAPPY IM DYING

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The walls of Leo’s had changed colours several times over the years, and the latest was a serene lilac. Charlotte steps in, out of the cold, out of the snow, pulling off her scarf and gloves in the sudden warmth of the heated seating area; it’s a relatively slow day, at least for Leo’s, so it’s still bustling with activity. It had been over a decade since Leo’s had opened, and slowly but surely it had turned into something of a landmark of their little suburb as word of it’s reputation spread along the coast, and then through the nation, with bands like Motley Crue, stars like Keanu Reeves and Peach Perry, mentioning it in interviews, and even a certain Rolling Stone writer bringing it up occasionally in articles. Despite it’s popularity, it had retained it’s heart, clearly, as a teenager greets Charlotte, a kid with too many piercings and no eyebrows, smiling all kinds of bright in a way that most probably wouldn’t expect from such an boy who looked so alternative. 

“Welcome to Leo’s, was it just yourself today, or will others be joining you?” He asks, and Charlotte gives a warm smile at the familiar greeting.

“Just me; do you know if Lola’s in?” She asks, and for a moment, the kid hesitates, and looks over his shoulder. 

“Lola?” He calls, and through the familiar window into the kitchen, Charlotte sees Lola, hair short and eyes bright, look up expectantly. Her whole face lights up at the sight of Charlotte in the entryway.

“Charlie!” She exclaims, and the kid visibly relaxed, nodding to Charlotte, affirming what they both already knew, “Nathan, can you take these burgers to Roan and his sons? Charlie’s an old friend,” Lola calls out to the boy, who zips away, picking up the plates of burgers as Lola put them up to be collected.

“Is that Charlie?” From the back of the kitchen, Charlotte hears Leo call, and after a moment, she also sees his head pop out of the walk-in refrigerator as she approaches the counter. From somewhere further in the refrigerator, out of sight, she hears a faint, child-like, ‘Auntie Charlie?’ followed by Leo disappearing again, though she could still hear him; “yeah, buddy, Auntie Charlie!”

“Hi Leo! Good to see you!” Charlotte calls out, and sits as at the counter as Lola bustles out from the kitchen and around the counter to wrap her friend up in a hug. It’s been months since the girls have seen each other, and to walk into the diner, so familiar and warm, smelling like herbs and spices, to hear the food cooking and the music playing, it felt like coming home.

“Charlie, look at you, you’re so grown up!” Lola holds Charlotte at arm’s length, giving her an approving look over, which she does every time Charlotte comes back to town since they’d both graduated college, like they’re not still the same age, that being almost thirty. Charlotte rolls her eyes with a good natured smirk, brushing off Lola’s smirk as she tucks her gloves and scarf into her purse, “where’d you fly in from this time, Miss Jet-Setter?” Lola’s grinning from ear to ear, moving back behind the counter to start on a milkshake for Charlotte without her even needing to ask. 

“Australia,” Charlotte settles into one of the stools by the counter, beaming with pride, “wrote a piece on this rock band, Silverchair, only sixteen, can you believe that?” 

“Tommy was sixteen when Motley first got together,” Lola pointed out, to which Charlotte’s grin turned soft and nostalgic.

“Yeah, but they didn’t make it big for a few years,” she reminded, “but Lola, you and Leo would love them, salt of the Earth kind of boys; actually, you might have heard some of their stuff, they were kind of big here too, Tomorrow? Their album’s called Frogstomp.”

“Dad,” Lola calls over her shoulder, “have we played any Silverchair? Frogstomp? Song called Tomorrow?” After a moment, Leo emerges from the freezer with a small, dark-haired child balanced on his hip.

“I think I’ve heard of them, maybe on the radio? Should be play them; what do you think, Charlie, you’re the expert here?” And his smile is so bright, so familiar, that it hits Charlotte square in the chest; he’s still so tall, broad, and intimidating, but his smile offsets it all, kind and gentle, and when she sees he’s wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt -

“Hi, Auntie Charlie!” The kid on his hip, who looks to be about five years old, is waving broadly to her, beaming.

“Fuckin’ love Silverchair,” says a girl with bright green hair from where she was watching burger patties cook on the grill, not even turning around, hip cocked and spatula in hand.

“They are very good,” Charlotte agrees with the girl, before waving back to the kid, grinning just as broadly, “hi Mal!” Much to the kid’s delight. 

Both Lola and Leo grin, talking about how they’d have to look into the band. Leo takes a moment to look over the various people in his kitchen cooking and preparing meals, more than Charlotte thinks she’s ever seen, but it makes sense seeing as how the demand has risen. But then he’s joining Lola by the counter, putting the child down and stepping around to wrap Charlotte up in a hug.

“Sorry if I’m a bit frosty, Mal and I were putting away the produce, weren’t we buddy?” Stepping back, he grins at the child, who’s standing by the counter wearing a blinding, and also familiar smile, stepping up onto a stool that made him the perfect height to serve if he so chose.

“Tutu Leo says he’s gonna teach me the special spice mix for the patties soon,” the child, Mal, delights, and Lola puts Charlotte’s milkshake down, and ruffles the kid’s hair. 

Maleko Jr already looks like his namesake, and like his mother, but Charlotte would know Nikki’s green eyes anywhere, and there’s something about the bassist in the kid’s smile too, that has Charlotte’s heart warming at the sight. 

“Momma, can I have a milkshake too? A chocolate one?” The kid turns to Lola, wide-eyed and hopeful, and Lola gives a fond grin.

“I think so; it’s a special occasion, Auntie Charlie’s back. Do you want me to make it for you or -?” but before Lola can even suggest, Mal hops down from his stool and strides over to the milkshake equipment, claiming that he could do it himself, radiating pride. 

“Mal’s really starting to help out around here,” Lola says with pride of her own, her smile turning so adoring as she watches her son, “Since school’s on break, I told him he’s more than welcome to play with his friends or watch TV, but no, he just wants to listen to Motley records and help out Tutu Leo.”

“Lola your kid is a delight,” Charlotte all but wheezed, watching Mal focus intently as he tries to applying a chocolate sauce drizzle to the inside of his cup, the way they did when they made milkshakes here. Charlotte raises her voice just a little, “Mal, last time I was here, you were just handing out napkins, look at you now!”

“I was four then, Auntie Charlie,” Mal says with surprising seriousness as he puts his cup on the bench, and then drags his stool from the counter to the milkshake area, pulling the milk out of the fridge below the counter and climbing atop his stool, “I’m five now, I’m almost an adult.” He says it so matter-of-factly, in a tone that sounds so much like Nikki, that Charlotte has to stop herself from laughing, and from the endeared look on both Leo and Lola’s faces, this was the sort of thing he said often.

“He thinks once you turn ten you become an adult,” Lola whispers to Charlotte as clarification, and it does little to stop the endearment from blossoming in her chest. 

Around them, the staff still works, still moves and cooks and prepares, a well oiled machine, competent thanks to Leo and Lola’s tutelage, able to work well while giving Leo, Lola, and Mal, time with Charlotte. 

“How’s Razzle?” Leo asked amicably, changing the subject. Before Charlotte can answer, he quickly asks if she’d like anything from the pastry display, and Charlotte accepts a strawberry tart with thanks.

“He’s good, he’s at my parents’ house, sleeping off his jetlag; he spent the last week with me in Australia, so it’s been kind of a whirlwind for him,” she says with a gentle fondness. In the years since that fateful Junior year, so much had happened to all of them, and the development Razzle and Charlotte’s relationship was some of the most surprising. 

During their last year of high school, communication with Razzle was mostly via phone calls and letters, and despite trying their hand at long-distance, after a year, with his band’s growing success, and Charlotte’s growing academic demands as she finished school and started looking at colleges, they both decided that it wasn’t the right time.

After graduating, Charlotte managed to get a scholarship to study Journalism in New York, giving her room to breath, to think, to reinvent herself away from her family and all the pressure and drama that came with her. It had been hard at first, especially being so far from her friends and her cousin, but at least she had Eileen, the two of them sharing a shoebox apartment in the city, studying side by side. 

So Charlotte had her fair share of flings and hookups through her first year of college, boyfriends and one night stands and things that were sort of in the middle, still talking often with Razzle as friends, but nothing ever seemed to stick. In her second year of college, when presented with the opportunity to study abroad, she took it, heading to the UK with an ulterior motive. 

They’d needed the time apart, to grow as people and as friends, but the moment Charlotte steps off the plane, and Razzle’s waiting with her name on a sign, a bunch of flowers, and a bright smile, Charlotte knew she was still absolutely gone for him.

They’d been more or less together for the better part of a decade, with Charlotte often joining Hanoi’s tours, or Razzle following Charlotte to wherever Rolling Stone had sent her since she’d become their foreign correspondent in 1994. Both were now well versed in being understanding, with such hectic and conflicting schedules, but when they’re together, Charlotte can’t help but feel seventeen again, falling in love with him all over again, and she knows he feels the same. 

“Australia, that’s on my bucket list,” Leo mused from where he had been wrapping napkins around knives and forks, and putting them neatly in a basket.

“Oh, you’d love it,” Charlotte enthuses, “if you ever want to expand your business, I think it’d be a hit down under.”

“It becomes a chain, but only with a store here, and one in Australia,” Leo snorts a laugh at the idea, though it’s amused rather than derisive, before he brushes the thought aside, “nah, I think with the diner as big as it is, and being in talks with the pub, that’s all I want.” He says with a fond grin, though that second part was news to Charlotte.

“The Kings’?” Charlotte says with interest, looking over her shoulder at the now rather tired-looking pub across the road. 

“The owners are looking at selling it,” Lola says tentatively, looking to her father who wore a small smile, giving a nod of confirmation, “since we started started selling merchandise, we’ve been pulling a little bit more of a profit than usual, which, you know, that’s not what’s important, but I was kind of interested in buying the pub.”

“Oh shit,” Charlotte muttered, “you’re talking about me being all grown up, Lo, you guys are buying a pub?”

Behind Lola, Mal had thoroughly mixed his milkshake, and took the cup off of the mixer, putting a bright, paper straw into it and carrying it around the counter to sit himself next to Charlotte as they all spoke. 

“It’s not finalized yet, but hopefully in the new year some time.” She sounds so fucking proud, and for a moment, Charlotte barely recognizes her from the girl she’d met twelve years ago, the standoffish, closed off, new kid at school. It was strange, knowing that the girl she’d first met reading a porno mag in the beer garden across the road, had a Masters in Business Administration, and was successfully running the business side of her family’s restaurant. Without sacrificing the quality, cheap price, or heart of Leo’s, Lola had taken over the the successful business, and helped it to thrive. 

“That’s so exciting!” Charlotte’s eyes shone brightly as she leaned on the counter, beaming at her old friend, “and how’s Nikki; I heard Motley’s last tour went well, is he back yet?” 

“He’s actually due back from the studio any minute,” Lola grins, “I wish I would have known you were coming, he could have brought the band.”

“It’s no worry, I mean we’re all coming for lunch on Saturday, right? After Eileen and Keanu fly in -?”

Mal made a noise of protest as Leo bent all the way over the counter and angled to take a sip of his milkshake.

“Sorry Mal, usually they’re a hundred, million dollars, but I will settle for one sip,” Leo told him, and Mal clicked his tongue, shaking his head in a way that looked so much like Lola.

“They’re four dollars, Tutu, it says on the menu, but you can have a sip because I love you,” he said, with an uncompromising sincerity as he angled the cup and straw to his grandfather. Leo’s expression melted to adoration, thanking the boy as he took a small sip, while both Lola and Charlotte looked on in awe as they watched the exchange. 

“How did me and your dad ever make something half as sweet as you?” Lola cooed, and Mal gave her a toothy grin in response, before joyfully slurping down his milkshake. As if on cue, the door to the diner opened, and Nikki Sixx himself stepped in, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Nikki,” Nathan, the boy by the door, says with an easy familiarity, not even bothering to ask if he wanted a table, and Nikki greeted him kindly in turn, while greetings from other nearby staff were also offered to the newcomer. Leo offered a wave and a greeting, but his name was called from the kitchen and he followed the call quickly.

“Dad!” Mal yelled at the top of his little lungs, jumping from his stool and leaving his milkshake forgotten, to practically tackle the bassist who had just arrived. Nikki picks him up with ease, swinging him around before wrapping him up in a hug, making his way to the counter where Lola had taken a sip of her son’s milkshake, and Charlotte had watched the encounter with delight. 

“Charlie Lee-Dingley,” Nikki smiled warmly at her, carrying his son over, who was hugging his father tightly, face hidden in the mess of Nikki’s black hair, “it’s good to see you, how long ago did you get in?”

“Like three hours ago,” Charlie laughed, honest, and his eyebrows rose as he moved behind the counter to press a kiss to Lola’s temple in greeting. Mal, in his arms, surfaces only to take his milkshake out of his mother’s hands, content enough to just be quiet and drink, tucked up against his father. Like this, they make a strangely picture-perfect family, and Charlotte’s heart warms at the sight. “Razzle’s sleeping off his jetlag at my parents’ place; how’s the new album coming along?”

“Apart from Vince walking out on us like a -” he hesitates for a moment, gaze flicking to his young son, “- dweeb,” he settles on, “we’re great, actually our new singer, John, he’s fantastic.”

“So Vince is really out for good?” Charlotte asks, and has to hold herself back from pulling out a notebook, journalistic instincts kicking in at the hint of a scoop in her field. But these are her friends, so she restrains herself.

“He’s being -” again he hesitates, which Charlotte finds strange considering Lola swearing with seemingly no consideration for her son earlier, “not nice, and his priorities weren’t with the band; it was for the best.” He concedes, and then puts Mal down when the kid starts wriggling, following after Leo into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry, am I allowed to swear in front of him?” Charlotte asks, lowering her voice, and both Nikki and Lola grinned.

“Yeah, of course, we want Mal to know that swearing’s just words, so we’re okay with it, but we just try and keep from using language about other people that’s too harsh around him, like Vince is still a good Uncle to the kid, we don’t want him to think negatively about his family just ‘cos of business stuff, you know,” Nikki explains, and oh what the fuck, when did they become so reasonable. 

“Of course,” Charlotte nods in understanding, before asking, “so is Vince coming to lunch on Saturday or...?”

“Between the band stuff and People Magazine telling the whole world that Peach is expecting a kid with that 90210 actor she left him for? Probably not,” Lola snickered, “but he gave me a call the other day and said he’s going to stop in and give Mal his Christmas gift while the band is at the studio some time next week.”

“He’s so fucking petty,” Nikki hissed, rolling his eyes. Lola wrapped an arm around him, pulling him into a side-hug as a show of support, still so short next to him, like she had been ever since the end of high school. She bounces up on her toes and kisses Nikki’s cheek where he’s scowling.

“It’s cute that he got Mal a gift,” Charlotte points out, which Nikki begrudgingly agrees. Despite the fact that neither Lola nor her father celebrated Christmas, Nikki was raised to, and so were most of the kid’s not-technically-related family, like the Lees, the Austens, and the Neils, and Lola was more than happy to participate, in part, for the people she loved. 

Lola and Leo did a lot for the people they loved, in their own way, and the diner was a testament to that. There were photos and articles all over the walls, posters, magazine covers, CDs on shelves, all of the bands, the people, the places, or the things they loved. There’s a wall that’s just covered in polaroids of everyone who’s ever worked here, photos of people who have become friends of Leo and Lola’s, the covers of Leo’s favorite albums spanning back through the decades, articles with glowing reviews of the diner, and three photos of Lola from her three different graduations; high school, her Bachelor’s, and her Master’s.

The first Summer Charlotte had returned after being hired by Rolling Stone, she’d come to see her first article up on the wall of Leo’s, right beside the photo he’d taken of them all from after their Junior prom, when they’d all come back to Leo’s to celebrate the night, and themselves; all of Motley Crue, Charlotte with Razzle, Lola, Peach, Eileen, even Keanu was there, beaming with his arm around Eileen’s shoulders. Now, when she looks to that photo, she not only sees her first article beside it, but she sees the one she wrote on Motley Crue, which she’d had them include in the actual printed article, a scanned image of the badge Lola had hand made for her at 17, black construction paper cut into a star that said ‘Punched Nikki Sixx’ in silver pen. There’s reviews for the movies that Keanu’s been in, TV shows Peach has been a part of, a New York Times article about a big case Eileen had won, and her business card, as well as the CD booklet that had come with the first Hanoi Rocks album, and a signed Motley Crue poster above it all. It was close to a shrine, a dedication to the people who mattered to Leo and Lola, a reminder that no matter how far they all went, they could still call the diner home. 

Charlotte doesn’t look at it for too long, or else she knows she’ll start crying.

By the time Charlotte looks away from the wall, Nikki’s moved into the kitchen, put his hair up like she remembers him doing so many times before, back when he’d worked here in high school, and he’s chattering away to Leo about how the album’s coming along as they’re preparing dishes. Lola’s serving someone at the counter, and Mal’s standing beside her on his stool, diligently counting the money the customer’s given before handing it over to his mother to cash. 

Charlotte recognizes it when Home Sweet Home starts playing around the same time Mal seems to, his whole little face lighting up, and he looks like he wants to call out to Nikki, but when he sees his father focused and working away in the kitchen, he stays quiet. But he sees Charlotte, and he trots over to her, bringing his stool, and standing across from her. 

“Do you know this song?” He asks, seriously.

“Of course I do! My cousin and your dad wrote it!” She grinned, and Mal nodded, beaming, “you know, they started writing this when they visited me with your mom, because I was living very far away.” She tells him, “and I couldn’t come home, and it was pretty sad for all of us.”

“Why couldn’t you come home?” Mal asked, his little face all concerned.

“Because I was at school, and it was very important to me.”

“But you came back,” Mal frowned a moment, looking to his mother, and then over his shoulder at his father and grandfather, “because they came back, you didn’t all stay there.” It’s not a question; obviously Charlotte was here, he was just trying to wrap his mind around it.

“Yes, I came home; I always come home.”

“To Leo’s,” like it’s the only real answer, which, to him, who lived above the diner, it was. But as Charlotte considered, she let herself smile, let herself agree.

“Home to Leo’s.”

[vln-vibes]

Performance

Day 2 of February Memory @maribat-2k20

The crowd roared; laughs, excited whispers and ecstatic shouts coming from all over as the lights began to dim.

Above them all stood a man with a mask on his face, baby blue eyes still visible with excitement and nostalgia in them.

“You nervous?” he turned to see a masked woman with bluebell eyes. Her midnight black hair was tied up in a ponytail, with her bangs styled to not block her view. They wore complimentary uniforms of black, red and yellow; she had a gradient on her leotard from red at the top to black on the bottom, yellow accents on her sides and at the waist, simple red slippers for her shoes and red wristbands, his was a black to red gradient looking almost seamless despite his being a two piece with yellow at his shoulders and twisting at his legs.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to do this again; not like the Daring Dangers but as𑁋” his voice filled with melancholy  before being interrupted with a kiss.

“Yeah, I understand” love clear in her voice, grasping at his hand, golden bands being caught by the light from above. “I hope I can live up to the expectations”

“You’ll be great” the man shook his head “We’ve been training for this practically since over a decade”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t get nervous”

“This is coming from the same woman who swings around the city with a yo-yo” he chuckled as she pushed him. “And besides we have our lucky charms”

Her gaze softened as he raised their arms, each dangling a homemade wooden charm bracelet, almost two decades old. She hadn’t meant for it to be so much when she had given it to him but he practically said they were magical, they very much may be now that she thought about it.

“Gross” the two turned to see the other occupants on the other side of the arena one waving and the other fake-barfing, talking into the communicators they had in their ears.

“Seriously Dami?” the man, Richard but most commonly known as Dick, sighed.

“I thought it was cute uncle Dames” the girl besides the older teenager teased, her baby blue eyes full of mirth.

“Speak for yourself Ems, you’re not here in front of them” the duo turned the younger boy, eight year old Jacob Louis, rolled his eyes though there was clear fondness in them.

“Too bad Tommy doesn’t think he’s ready yet” the fourteen year old girl, Emma Marie, sighed as she looked into the crowd.

It had taken some convincing and guilt tripping but he had managed to get his younger brother to agree and perform with them. Damian was a bit of a pushover when it came to his oldest brother and niece and nephews. He understood that this was important to them, he also felt more reassured knowing he was with them instead of watching through the crowd along with the rest of the family.

They began their stretches, having done the more strenuous ones before even coming up. Damian peeked at the audience as he adjusted his uniform; all black with red stripes on his left leg and yellow on the right. If he looked closely he could make them out in the “best seats of the house” as they called them.

Alfred Pennyworth and Gina Dupain sat down, speaking about the stories of when their grandchildren were younger and all the mischief they’d get into. Bruce Thomas Wayne sat next to his grandson, Thomas Hugo, as the boy watched in awe at the performances in front of him. Thomas and Sabine Dupain-Cheng on the boy’s other side. Next to Bruce was Claire Jane Drake-Kent, daughter of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne and his husband Conner Kent, with a camera in her hands as she took photos of everything going on. 

Next to them was the not-dead Jason Peter Todd and his “boyfriend” Roy Harper along with his daughter Lian Harper. 

In the row behind was Barbara Gordon, whispering something into Jonathan Samuel Kent’s ear, the teenager concentrating on all the bolt and the structure of the trapeze before giving a sigh and nodding.

Duke Thomas and Stephanie Brown seemed excited at the prospect of the performance while Cassandra Cain-Wayne held her girlfriend’s hand and spoke softly with Kagami Tsurugi.

Luka Couffaine, Alix Kubdel and Max Kante listened as Nino Lahiffe, Kim Le Chien and Chloe Bourgeois explained what they should expect based on what they had watched when they were children.

Around the backstage entrance Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, and Selina Kyle, otherwise known as the Gotham Sirens, were keeping watch of who was coming and going through.

“I swear just with friends and family we’ve already filled half the arena” Damian groaned, spotting others like members from the Teen Titans and Young Justice along with other Leaguers. Seriously they might as well have rented the arena out.

“We’re almost up” Jake said, finishing his stretches and adjusted his costume; black to red like his mom’s with two yellow strands criss crossing on his chest, similar to his uncle Tim’s old Red Robin costume.

“Well that only means we gotta give it our best” Dick cheered as the other looked at him, “We know what we’re doing and we’re good at it”

“Right. We’ve practiced so much we can practically do it with our eyes closed; that’s not permission to do so kids” Marinette chastised at Damian’s “Tt” that followed.

“We totally got this” Emma cheered, her red to black leotard filled his sparkles, like the rest, and a yellow skirt.

The lights began to dim, spotlights moving all over the place. The anticipation was practically palpable, like a balloon waiting for a needle to poke through it. The members of the audience shifted closer to the stage while the members of the troop gathered their wits and smiled.

“Showtime”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls of all ages! It is an honor for Haly’s Traveling Circus to welcome back an old member of the troop; Give your hands to the Flying Graysons!”

Ko-Fi

[madamsixx]

Beyond The Leather Chapter 29: Worst Man At The Wedding

A little smut

Since I went over to Nikki's place that night when he broke down and started crying I haven't spoken to him. I didn't know what to say to him when he asked to be my boyfriend. There was a mixture of feelings there. I really like Nikki but the only things that are stopping me is the drugs, my family, and Tamara. They will never allow me to have anything to do with Nikki.

On another note today is Tommy and Heather's wedding. Jess is coming with me. I had to tell her to lie to Tamara and say were going out together. There was no way I could tell her about the wedding she would flip. But Jess said she would only do it if she could come. So I was all for it. I wrapped my present up and we headed out. The wedding was being held in a courtyard in Santa Barbara. Tommy looked handsome in his white leather Tuxedo and Heather looked absolutely beautiful with her white strapless dress. There were about five hundred guests here. We took our seats and the wedding began.

Nikki was standing at the altar and he didn't look good. In fact he looked like a mess. I felt sorry for him he wasn't the same Nikki I met back in 1984. He was changing and it was for the worst. He was completely emaciated, he kept getting up to go to the bathroom and then would come back and start nodding off during the ceremony. He was suppose to be Tommy's best man but instead he was the worst man.

After the wedding the reception began. I got up to greet Tommy and Heather. I introduced Jess to them and made sure to give Tommy a death stare so that he wouldn't reveal any of my past discrepancies to her. I also introduced her to Vince and Mick. She asked how I knew them and I had to just say through Heather. Me and Jess sat at a table eating cake and talking.

"That guy can't keep his eyes off you." She nodded her head. I looked up and saw Nikki sitting at a table in front of me with Nicole. Both of them looked like they were trying to keep there eyes open, but Nikki looked worse off than she did.

"He looks familiar, like I've seen him some where before." She furrowed her brows.

"Mmm no we haven't." I quickly respond.

"Wasn't he in London...remember when we were in the elevator and that guy came in and said you looked like a hall cunt or slut." She points out.

Ugh why does she have good memory.

"Um no I don't remember." I shook my head.

Nikki all of a sudden was trying to stand up. He used the table as support to stand up and slowly started making his way towards me. He was stumbling and wobbling and started holding the chairs as support. I was praying he would just walk passed or fall down. He stood in front of our table and leaned over and smiled.

"Hi can we help you?" Jess asked him.

"I was wondering if I could have a dance with Iman?" Nikki asked.

Jess put her arm around me like she was protecting me from Nikki. "Um I don't think that's a good idea. She said with a worried voice.

Nikki sighed and looked at me hurt. "It's just one dance." He says sadly.

I got up and Jess grabbed my arm. "Its ok Jess I'm fine." I mumbled. I walked around and walked towards Nikki. He turned to me and intertwined his hand in mine and we walked to the dance floor. I noticed that he was sweating constantly and his skin was pure yellow. He looked like he was about to pass out any minute.

"You look breathtaking princess." He said taking my arms and wrapping them around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He tightly held on to me like I was going to run away.

"Thank you. I spoke softly. "You don't look good Nikki."

"I'm fine." He tensed up.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you? Really Nikki? Cause you look like death. I watched you nod off during the ceremony and excuse yourself multiple times. Was that so you can go to the washroom and shoot up?" I said bitterly.

"I don't wanna talk about it. So drop it." I heard the agitation in his voice.

"Is your girlfriend shooting up too?" I raised my brows.

"Mani stop." He growled.

"No I won't! What is it that your shooting up Nikki? Why are you doing this to your self?"

"Mani shut the fuck up!" He raised his voice and pushed me.

"Hey ass hole don't put your hands on her!" Jess yelled running over to me.

People were staring at me and Nikki on the dance floor. I shook my head and walked away from him.

"Mani!" He called out to me.

I started walking to the parking lot I wanted to just leave and get as far away from him as possible.

"Um excuse me Miss." A gentlemen called to Jess making her stop walking and turn around to speak with him.

I kept walking to the car knowing that she would just meet me here. Nikki came stumbling behind me and pulled my arm for me to face him.

"Iman please I'm sorry." He pleaded.

"You need help Nikki your drugged out at your best friends wedding. Your suppose to be the best man and you let Tommy down!" I raised my voice. I tried to turn away from him but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. I looked into his eyes and could tell that he was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Iman please let's just talk about us. I don't want to loose you or having a chance to be with you. I know I need help but it's hard." He starts tearing up.

"Stop making excuses." I said with a stern voice and pushing his hands off of me. "Your a grown man and have the power to do anything you want to. Did you not create the band Motley Crue?" I turned and leaned against Jess's car shaking my head. "Your only going to kill yourself Nikki."

Jess came running over to her car. "Hey let's get going." I walked over to the passengers side of the car with Nikki following behind me. "Princess." He called grabbing arm. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and leaned towards my face. "I'll kick this if means I still have a chance with you." He leans in and gives me a long needy kiss on my lips. I pulled away and turn my head away from him and get into the car and we drive away.

We sit in the car in silence neither of us wanting to say anything about what just happened. Jess now knew my secret which was Nikki and the rest of the Motley boys.

"You know it will never happen between you and Nikki." She raises her bows.

I didn't say anything. I just looked out the window wishing I could go back to Canada. Things were now getting complicated and I don't know how it even gotten to this point.

"Here." She pulls a paper out of her pocket and hands it to me. "You know the guy who called me over. He's Motley Crue's tour manager Rich Fisher. He says he would like you to call a man named Doc Mcghee."

I opened the paper up and saw a number on it. I remember meeting him back stage at the theater of pain tour. What did he want to talk to me about?

"I think you should call him. According to him Nikki told him that he has been doing heroin."

"Heroin!" My eyes went wide and I was shocked. Heroin isn't something that you can just shake off easily. I didn't think he would go that far. "Yeah...yeah I'll call him later on."

"Iman." She called out to me.

"Yes."

"Nikki is bad news so I think you should stay away from him." She warned.

When I got back to the house. Jess and Tamara immediately started talking about the pretend places that we went to and business. I walked into the room and collapsed on my bed without even taking any of my things off. I sat back up and opened up the peice of paper that she gave me. I picked up the phone in my room and dialed the number.

"Hello Doc Mcghee speaking."

"H...hi this is Iman Darlington. Your tour manager said I should call you regarding Nikki?"

"Yes im glad you called. Were going to have an intervention for him and I would like you to be there. I know Nikki is fond of you and I'm sure you want the same thing for him to get off of drugs."

Today Doc, Doug, I and a guy named Bob Timmons who is a counselor for addicts were heading over to Nikki's place for an intervention. I asked a lot of questions because I have never done an intervention before. I was also nervous about going too, because I didn't know how Nikki would feel with us ambushing him. He's a hot head and he gets aggressive when ever things don't go his way. Plus he's the type of guy that likes control.

"Just tell me the day and I will be there."

____

We pulled up to the gates by his home. And I must say the house is very nice. The last time I came here it was night time so I couldn't really see anything. Doc pressed the buzzer and we waited for Nikki to respond.

"Hello!"

"Hey Sixx its Doc open up."

"What the fuck do you want?"

I almost laughed when he said that.

"Open the gate Sixx!" He yelled.

Nikki opened the gate and we drove in. Doc and Doug got out of the car and headed up Nikki's steps. As I was about to open my door Bob stopped me. "Uh wait Iman, your not going to come out. I need you to wait in here ok."

"Oh I thought I was going to be apart of it?" I asked with confusion.

"You are, your going to play a big part." He smiled. He then opened the door, got out, and headed in.

I sat in the car for about 3 hours. I thought to my self that this is complete BS. I was on a break from working and instead of me laying by the pool side, eating ice cream, hanging out with friends, and doing the best thing ever which is shopping. I'm sitting in the back seat of Motley Crues managers car waiting for Nikki Sixx to come out and get checked into rehab. What the hell!

I heard the door open and saw Doug come out and walk towards the car. He opened the door and told me to come out. I got out of the car and he looked completely stressed out.

He sighed, "alright Iman he's all yours."

"Uuum ok. Am I suppose to do something?" I questioned.

"Your going to do what you do best with him." He walked ahead of me and I followed behind him. Not sure of what I was getting into. I stood by the door and listened to Nikki swearing and yelling. His usual word which was "fuck off" or "fuck you" was all I could hear him say.

Doug finally opened the door and let me walk in. The place was trashed and Nikki was throwing things around. Nicole was sitting on the couch high as a kite clearly, Bob was standing up trying to clam Nikki down, and Doc was yelling back at Nikki.

"I'm not fucking going! Fuck you get the fuck outta my house now!" Nikki shouted.

"Nikki we can help you ok you just need to calm down please." Bob spoke calmly.

"Nikki your going and you don't have a choice! So stop acting like a child throwing a tantrum!" Doc yelled.

Nikki then turned to charge at Doc but saw me by the door looking shocked and scared. His eyes started to soften and he started sniffling and his breathing started to hitch. I slowly walked towards him and put my hand on his cheek and started to caress it.

"Look Nikki I've been where you are and you need help. We didn't mean to do this to you but your a drug addict and we need to get this under control. You and Nicole." Bob spoke up.

"You need to calm down ok." I spoke calmly. He burst into tears and fell on his knees and wrapped his arms around me shoving his face on my stomatch. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the top of his head several times to let him know I'm here for him.

______

Nikki kept his red eyes on me and held onto my hands. "Nikki." I called him. "You need this." I spoke with a stern voice.

"I don't....I don't want to loose you." He started to sob.

"If you don't go, you will loose me. For good Nikki. I won't be with a drug addict." I warned him. He nodded his head in agreement, "ok I'll go." He said with a shakey voice.

I looked over at Nicole hoping that she would go to. "What about you?" I asked her. She looked up at me and nodded her head on agreement as well.

"Alright start packing some bags." Bob got up and walked with Doug and Doc over to the side. Nicole got up and headed to the room to start packing.

"Will you be waiting for me when I get out?" Nikki mumbled.

"I will, and I'll also be so proud of you." I smiled while brushing his hair.

3 days later....

Since Nikki went to rehab I gave Bob my number to call me if he needed anything and I took his. Of course I told him he had to call me at certain times cause of Tamara. I got a brochure from the rehab center and I wanted to take it to Lisa in hope's that she would consider going. But every time I called or went over to her place her parents would tell me she wasn't there. I figured it's because she just didn't want to see me.

I went shopping today with Rachel which is usually a cure for me when I'm stressed. We decided to head back to my place and just have a girls night. Tamara of course loved the idea when I told her that. She loved Rachel and me hanging together. We were driven back to the condo and started taking our stuff out of the limo.

"So crazy people live in your condo?" She laughed.

"What do you mean?" I turned to face her.

"Look at that guy in his hospital gowned his ass is sticking out and he's holding onto a guitar." She chuckled.

I looked closer and saw that it was Nikki. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He's suppose to be in rehab! What the fuck! I started sweating not just on my face but my armpits and everywhere else. Oh God why do these things always happen when Rachel is around? It's like my life is just heading into a downward spiral. I didn't want to have to deny knowing Nikki again, I realized how bad it affected him and how much pain it caused him. I had to somehow get rid of her. Cause I know Nikki sure as hell was not going anywhere.

"Oh my God I need to take a picture of that." She pulled out her Polaroid camera and pointed it in his direction. This might end a good friendship but it has to be done. I slapped her camera on the ground and it smashed hitting the floor.

"What the fuck Iman!" She yelled. "What the fuck is your problem!?"

"Sorry it was an accident." I pleaded.

"God that camera was expensive." She argued.

"I'll get you a new one." I argued back. "Um look I have a couple things that I have to do so we need to cancel today."

"What!" She screamed. "I thought we were going to have a girls night?"

I groaned, "I know I'm sorry but I have to cancel."

She rolled her eyes and got back into the limo cursing under her breath. I waited for the limo to drive away and then speed walked with my bags in hand ready to beat the crap out of Nikki with them.

"Why are you not in rehab Nikki!" I yelled.

"Becasue I don't wanna be. Fuck that place I'm not going back!" He shouted.

I was about to shout at him again when I noticed some of the Tennant's in the building were walking in and out watching me and Nikki. I shoved some bags in Nikki's hand and told him to follow me upstairs. I slammed the door shut and was ready to give Nikki a piece of my mind.

"Nikki you promised you would do this." I grumbled.

"I know and I wanted to, but they were trying to brainwash me with God and all that shit." He argued.

I clenched my jaw and started walking towards Nikki ready to punch him. But I stopped when the phone rang. I walked towards the phone and answered it.

"Hello!" I said with an agitated voice. It was Bob Timmons he was calling to let me know that Nikki had escaped and he was looking for him. I told Bob he was here and gave him my adress so he could come and pick Nikki up. I hung up the phone and looked over at Nikki. He sat on the couch with his hospital gown on, legs crossed on the table, guitar on the couch and remote in hand. He was truly adorable I couldn't lie.

"Are you hungry?"

He turned to me and smiled, "very."

I walked to the kitchen to look for something to make him. I wanted something that was easy and quick cause who knows how long he went with out food. I grabbed a package of noodles and decided to make it with red peppers. It wouldn't take long to make. And that would keep him busy till Bob got here.

As I was cutting the red peppers I felt his arms snake around my waist. I felt his breathing on the back of my neck and his lips start to slowly lick and kiss it as well. I started to breath faster when his fingers moved slowly moved up my thighs and went underneath my dress. I felt goosebumps all over my body and I dropped the knife and raised one arm over my head to wrap it around his neck to brush his hair. His hands moved up my stomatch to my breasts where he lightly rubbed on my nipples. He winced as I gipped his hair in response to his touch. I turned my head to the side to face him as he turned his down to look at me.

He wasted no time in pressing his lips against mine. It was a delicate kiss. He pulled away to look at me and then kissed me again but deeply. His hand moved from my nipples all the way down to my panties. He pulled away again to pull down my panties. I turned around to face him I could feel the wetness between my legs and started feeling extremely tight down there as well. He picked me up and sat me down on the counter. He pulled off his hospital gowned leaving him completely naked. His cock was as hard as stone. He pulled my waist forward a bit and took his cock in his hand.

"Nikki don't." I breathlessly say putting my hand on his chest.

"I won't princess." He whispered to me. "I just want you to have a taste." He put the tip of his cock against my pussy hole and slowly moved it around in circles. He started groaning and gripping my hair tight like he wanted to shove it right inside of me. But he knew he had to control himself. "Look how wet you are princess. Your pussy wants me." He growled in my ear.

It was driving me mad what he was doing. My breath was hitched, my body was sweating, and my pussy definitely needed Nikki to fuck it. He pulled his cock away and crouched down so his face was between my legs. "Now it's my turn to have a taste." He cooed. He licked his lips and started kissing my inner thigh.

Ring Ring

The phone started ringing and I came back to my senses. I kicked Nikki, hopped off the counter, and ran to the phone. I answered it feeling flushed and hot. I put the phone down and walked back to Nikki who was leaning on the counter scowling at me. Did I forget to mention that he was still naked. God he's hot.

"Bob's coming up, he's going to take you home." I said out of breath.

"Oh why?" He groaned

"Because you still need to get cleaned Nikki." I walked towards him and picked up his gown and handed it to him.

"Are you angry with me?" He asks taking the gown from me and putting it on.

"No." I assured him. A knock came at the door and I walked over to open it up. "Hi Bob." I smiled at him.

"Iman nice to see you." He walked and looked at Nikki. "Mr. Sixx we have a lot to talk about and have a lot to do ok."

"I'm not going back there Bob." He huffed and crossed his arms.

"Ok how about at least we get you home and we talk. We'll work something out ok." He calmly speaks.

Nikki nodded in agreement. And walked towards the couch to grab his guitar.

"We'll call you when we get back to his place ok." Bob says as he pats my arm. "Nik I'll be in the hall way." And walks out the door.

I turn to Nikki and he walks over to me. He has a big smile plastered over his face. "Are you going to come over when I'm sober?" He asked.

"Of course I will." I say wrapping my arms around his neck.

"So that means I get to keep these." He lifts up my panties. "Until your ready to get them back."

My eyes went wide, "Nikki Sixx give me those now!" I yell trying to grab them from him. He runs out into the hall way and I chase after him yelling for him to give me my panties. Bob is holding onto the elevator door shaking his head while waiting for Nikki.

"Nikki I-" I'm cut off with Nikki pressing his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and he warps his around my waist. He picks me up so my feet are dangling off the ground. And he deepens the kiss. He pulls away and his expression on his face changes.

"Are you still mine?" He whispers.

"Always." I reply.

He puts me down and gives me another peck on the lips. He walks into the elevator and smiles at me. We both watch as it closes separating us for the time being.

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Time for a story - When you know

As soon as Felicity had gotten out of her car, she saw Laurel standing in front of the large shop windows of the bridal boutique. She was sitting on the hood of her own car, looking at the five wedding dresses that were exhibited in the shop windows. Except of a fond smile, a deep frown was visible on her face though. She didn’t look like the happy bride-to-be she should be.

Locking her car, Felicity strolled over to Laurel. Her friend and stepsister – at least almost – flashed her a brief glance before she turned back to look at the show windows. A long sigh fell from her lips, making Felicity frown as she sat down next to her on the hood of the car.

Felicity gave Laurel the time she probably needed. Hence, instead of saying anything, she just followed Laurel’s gaze towards the shop windows and looked at the wedding dresses.

Pursing her lips, Felicity realized that they were quite different from all the three wedding dresses she had gotten married in so far. Admittedly, two of her dresses had been maternity dresses as her second wedding had taken place while she had been pregnant with Tommy and she had gotten married to Oliver a third time while being pregnant with Addie. Even her first wedding dress, the one she had worn long before she had become a mother of five, had been quite different from the wedding dresses she was seeing now.

For the break of a second, Felicity wondered which of these dresses she would pick for her next wedding. She did owe Oliver one after all as he had proposed to her during their last anniversary. Quickly, she pushed that thought away though because wasn’t about her.

Today was all about Laurel.

“Afraid?”

Laurel took in a deep breath and, without looking at Felicity, she asked, “Why would I be?”

“Getting married is a big thing,” Felicity told her and smiled amusedly. “I have to know. I got married thrice.”

“Always to the same man.”

Felicity couldn’t help but smile at those words, feeling her chest warm with the bare thought at Oliver.

All her life, watching her mother work at several casinos after Noah had just left her overnight, Felicity had thought that she would never get married. At the young age of seven years, she had given up on love because she had been sure that love just destroyed her. She had never really looked for it.

When she had met Cooper, she had thought that he was her one great love. She hadn’t been able to fight him off of fight off the feelings she had had for him. She had given love a first try because she had thought that she and Cooper would do everything different from her parents. She had thought that they were it for each other.

After Cooper’s apparent death, Felicity had thought she had given up on love once and for all. She had been through the same thing that Donna had gone through with her father, just that it had felt a thousand times worse.

It had taken years, up until the moment that Oliver had been lying in the back of her car with a dangerous bullet wound, until she had finally been able to see that Cooper had never been her great love. What she had felt for him during the months they had been together had been barely a fraction of what she had felt for Oliver during the few weeks that he had come to her for tech advise. That moment, it had all become so very clear.

She had never felt for anyone the way she had felt for Oliver. While it might have taken them a lot of time as well as some detours to realize what they were feeling for each other, they were as happy with each other as they could never be with anyone else. You only found that kind of love with one person, and Felicity had found it with Oliver.

Just like Laurel had found it with Tommy.

“So, what’s going on?” Felicity asked, pushing her elbow into Laurel’s rips. “Did you finally realize that it was a terrible idea to ask my mom and Thea to come with you for wedding dress shopping?”

Laurel frowned at her. “They came with you when you were shopping your wedding dress.”

“My first wedding dress,” Felicity reminded her. “Thea chose my second wedding dress alone, and I ordered my third wedding dress online with the help of William.”

“I know I have been there when you bought your first wedding dress, but I barely remember.”

“Oh, I remember,” Felicity mumbled, but she smiled at Laurel comfortingly. “Don’t worry about it thought.”

If Laurel wasn’t worrying about the fact that Thea and Donna would take over this appointment to show her wedding dress, she wouldn’t remind her of the terrifying memory she had about choosing her first wedding dress. Laurel didn’t have to be told how terrible it could be to have two fashionistas with her as she was choosing her dress. She would barely have any say in what wedding dress she would choose.

“Now,” Felicity asked, cocking her head, “why don’t you go in to find your perfect dress for what media says is the most important day of your life? Are you sad because your mother couldn’t come?”

“No.” Laurel frowned briefly. “I mean I would have loved to have my mother here, but I think she knew what my wedding dress was supposed to look like before I was even born, so maybe the dress will match my taste more if she is not there.”

Felicity pressed her lips together and rolled them into her mouth. It took a lot of her to bite back the comment of how her mother would not be any different. For Donna, Laurel was her daughter. It was the same way for Felicity with William. Although he wasn’t her child biologically or legally, he was her son to her.

“If it’s not your mother’s absence or Thea’s and my mother’s presence,” Felicity asked and cleared her throat slightly, “what makes you worry so much?”

Laurel took in a deep breath, and her the muscles in her shoulders tightened. She seemed visibly uncomfortable to talk about this, and it told Felicity everything that she needed to know. The person that Laurel needed right now was Sara and not her mother. In Sara, Laurel would trust even with her darkest thoughts. It was what sisters did.

Felicity had never really had a sister. With the way she and Laurel had met, Felicity working as part of Oliver’s crusade while his ex-girlfriend had been in the dark about all of it, it had been hard to build the kind of relationships sisters had even after their parents had started dating. That Laurel, just like everyone else on the team, had turned against Felicity when she, unlike everyone else, had believed that Oliver was still alive had just added to it.

Felicity knew, without any doubt, that she and Laurel would never have what Laurel and Sara had had. Their bond had allowed them to work through the fact that Sara had been screwing Laurel’s boyfriend behind her back.

Whenever Felicity remembered that the guy, who did this to these sisters was her husband, she felt a cold shiver running down her back. She knew that, though it had technically been the same person, Oliver was not that guy anymore. Oliver, the Oliver Felicity had gotten to know and had fallen in love with, would never do something like that.

“I am not exactly worried,” Laurel whispered eventually, her voice so low that Felicity could barely hear her though she was standing right beside her. “I am just thinking.”

“About what?”

After years of being married to a brooding, trauma-burdened man and after months of being in therapy, Felicity knew exactly how to worm something out of someone. Asking question after question rather than commenting on anything would eventually prompt people to say what you wanted them to say or what they needed to say.

“About all the bad choices I have made,” Laurel whispered, her voice still so very quiet like she was afraid of letting them out. “There have been so many.”

Without saying a word, Felicity just took Laurel’s hand and held it, giving her the time that she might need to open up or decide to keep those thoughts for herself. She could only hope that Laurel made the choice that was right for herself at the end. She shouldn’t feel urged to share something with Felicity that she wasn’t ready to share or would eventually regret sharing with her. She shouldn’t be burdened with the heaviness of bearing her thoughts all alone either.

Felicity knew how much Laurel regretted a lot of the choices she had made. Back when Oliver had just returned from the island, she had been torn between what she had felt for Tommy and what she had once upon a time had thought she and Oliver had. While it had been Tommy, who had eventually ended things between them, Felicity knew that Laurel had struggled with her choice to try things with Oliver again instead of fighting for Tommy.

Years after Tommy’s death, Laurel hadn’t been ready to open up her heart for love again. She had felt like the way things between her and Tommy had gone down made her undeserving for love. It had taken her so very long to finally realize that making a one decision didn’t mean that you lost all right to love and be loved.

For someone with Laurel’s intelligence, it was almost funny that it had taken her so long. After all, she was friends with a man who had cheated on her several times. His cheating had actually included screwing her sister and fathering a child. Still, Oliver had found his great love and built a family. If he deserved love, why wouldn’t she deserve it too?

“Why didn’t I see how much I loved him and how good he was for me all those years ago?” Laurel asked. “We lost so much time because of-“

“Malcolm Merlyn,” Felicity interrupted her. “You lost time because of Malcolm Merlyn and the Undertaking.”

“And because of my uncertainty of whether or not I should try figuring out if there is still something between me and Ollie,” Laurel insisted. “You can’t say that that didn’t have an effect on the time we have lost.”

“Okay, you lost a week,” Felicity replied, rolling her eyes slightly, “and you might have lost a month if Tommy hadn’t died. That doesn’t change that you would have realized that Oliver was in no way ready to be in a relationship back then and that you and him could never be what you hoped you could be one day. At the end of the day, rather sooner than later, you would have realized what was right for you and you would have asked Tommy to give it another try.”

Laurel nodded slowly. Felicity could almost see the story Felicity had just told her unfolding in front of her eyes. The smallest of a smile played on her lips.

When she turned her head to look at Felicity, she looked slightly more relaxed than she had been before. Maybe she didn’t yet believe what Felicity had told her, but she did have some doubts about her own opinion now.

“Why didn’t I know sooner?” Laurel asked her. “Why didn’t I know that he was the one back then? Why did it take me so long when Tommy knew it from the first moment on?”

Felicity smiled. She kind of knew what it was like to know that you had found the one, while the other was still dangling I-don’t-knows and maybes. Maybe it wasn’t the exact same because Oliver had known that she was the one for him. He just hadn’t felt ready for a relationship after everything he had been through.

“I think that the easiest and truest answer to that is that the heart is not as predictable as the head, and it easily gives in when the head tells it to do so. You thought that you had to give Oliver a try first because you have been given another chance. Your head told you what was rational, and your heart just kept quiet and decided to follow your brain’s suggestion.”

Again, Laurel nodded slowly.

“When you know, you know,” Felicity continued, shrugging her shoulders. “For some, it’s sooner. For some, it’s later. You needed a little more time, but that doesn’t mean that your feelings for Tommy aren’t real. They are just as real as his feeling for you are.”

Laurel took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Felicity could almost hear her thinking about this. She would probably need some more time to really understand it, but she did believe Felicity that she was right. For now, that was all Felicity knew she could do.

With a soft smile on her lips, Laurel squeezed Felicity’s fingers. She turned towards her.

“Thank you, Felicity.”

“You’re welcome,” Felicity replied and winked at her before she nodded towards the boutique. “Should we go in now?”

Laurel took in a deep breath and nodded her head. “I think I am ready now.”

Felicity bit down on her tongue, biting back the comment that she certainly wasn’t ready for choosing a wedding dress with the help of Thea and Donna. Nobody was ever ready for that.

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@arnold-layne you posted that little idea about vince being dyslexic and i started writing (and it ended up off topic and a little out of hand, but i tried) <3

At some point Vince had stopped giving a fuck about school, it was just too frustrating trying to manage it all, and he hated reading because he was dyslexic, studying never really got him anywhere.

He meets Tommy for real the first time after school when he goes for a smoke behind the bleachers and the sports field, before that he had only seen him in a few of his classes- always the loud one cracking jokes.

They start hanging out after school, and they end up having a lot to talk about since they both like similar music.

Tommy introduces him to Nikki, who Vince had never paid much attention to, the moody looking kid who sat in the back of their literature class and scribbled on his desk and every free inch of his notebook with doodles and words that he can never quite read from a distance (not that he would ever want to sit down and read through the chicken scratch that seems to pour out of his pen).

It’s their own weird little group that seems to develop, they blast music and drive around in Nikki’s beat up car that Vince was hesitant to get into the first time, he’s pretty sure the doors are gonna fall off at any given moment.

It turns out they all know Mick, the guy who owns little record store they frequent. He’s a few years older than them, but he seems to like to watch out for them too, talking to them whenever they float in and out of the store.

Nikki had, of course, met him when he had tried to steal records, and neither Vince nor Tommy can get him to spill what happened, but he has an odd respect for Mick, and needless to say, he’s never tried to lift anything out of the store since. Instead, he prefers to go there to escape any shit that happens at home, Mick letting him camp out in the little back room before shoeing him out when he closes up.

Another thing they love about Mick is that he has a few guitars that he plays, and if they’ve all had a good week he’ll even spend some time showing them how to play, although Tommy seems more inclined to the drums with his constant tapping and fidgeting, and Vince quickly decides that guitar will not be his career path- his fingers just don’t seem to bend the right way.

They also get to listen to the records Mick lets them into, playing the used ones in the often empty store and he even leaves new ones from their favorite artists out sometimes, the boys are all broke.

In school, Vince has more and more trouble keeping up with his work, too frustrated most nights trying to go over his notes.

Of course, Mick somehow finds out and threatens to withhold their little music sessions (he’s only hoping they’ll focus more in school if they have a reward). This is easy enough for Tommy, a little effort in his classes goes a long way in his grades, but it's not so simple for Vince.

He gets caught up in the reading, and he’s never been very good at math, his notebooks have been thrown against the wall until they’re looking like shit and he stops trying to take notes in class.

By the next Friday, Vince is pissed, moody, and drawing back from his ragtag group without the promise of a record shop visit (Mick’s deal had specified that they *all* needed to work on their grades, and Nikki and Tommy are getting tired of him making them miss the fun so he can’t really hang out with them tonight either). He’s flunked another test and his parents don’t care, they don’t expect much of him, so he’s home alone feeling miserable.

Tommy knocks on his door, standing there looking like a lost puppy with his torn up backpack over one shoulder. Under normal circumstances, Vince would slam the door in his face on principle, but Tommy slips right in and goes to snoop through the kitchen.

Vince growls, but Tommy blows him off and drags him upstairs to his room. They sit down and Tommy digs out his Chemistry notebook, flips it open and starts reading his notes. Vince never really likes to talk about the fact reading his difficult for him, but obviously, Tommy is catching on as he spouts off his notes.

Vince is silently thankful, and listening to Tommy read this is all so much easier than having to read it himself, and Tommy is reasonably patient compared to Nikki, going back over sections and slowing down.

They eat a snack and take a break, arguing over what music to play, before Tommy quizzes him with note cards (made from torn up notebook paper, and Vince can appreciate the effort).

Tommy ends up staying pretty late, and for someone who fucks around in class, he’s got a surprisingly good record of what they’re doing in the classes they share.

When he leaves, Vince jumps up and gives him a rather awkward hug, because no ones did that for him, usually they just judge him for not being able to keep up in school. Tommy, of course, returns with a rib-crushing hug that has him on his toes (not that he would admit it, but he loves it).

Nikki shows up on Sunday, waving his English notebook around and muttering something about Tommy. It’s a bit more awkward, Nikki seems more on edge, but that could just be Nikki being Nikki.

Monday rolls around and they have a quiz in chemistry, and the next day Vince stares in awe at the 92% scrawled on his paper.

They all go to see Mick after school, Vince happily slapping down his quiz on the counter and grinning.

Mick looks pleased, and since its a slow night he lets them all mess around, singing along to records and lounging around behind the counter.

That's the night when Vince sings in front of them- for real this time, not in in the playful way they do when they’re in the car or fucking around in his room. Tommy stares at him and Nikki starts laughing, ‘Shit man, you might have something there, fuck playing guitar if you’ve got that voice.’

Even Mick looks up, eyebrow shooting up with a little smile.

Thursday night, Vince falls asleep with his head on Tommy’s shoulder as he reads from the book he’s supposed to read in literature. He wakes up the next morning alone, with the book on his nightstand and the blankets thrown over his legs. He passes the test the next day.

They spend Friday driving around town, Nikki driving and Tommy with his head out the backseat window, the pounding of the music oddly soothing to Vince with the smell of cigarettes hazy like the setting sun.

The weekend hits and they decide to go spend the first evening with Mick. When they get there, the door is locked and the lights are off. Which is strange because Mick seems to live in his little shop.

Nikki seems to least surprised, if not looking a little worried. Vince just thinks Mick might want a day off.

There’s not much to do, so they float back to their respective houses, Nikki dropping them off. He doesn’t talk the whole ride, ignoring Vince and Tommy snapping at each other.

Instead of going back home, Nikki drives to Mick’s house (Mick had given him his address the first time he had come to him with a black eye, one of his mom’s boyfriends not particularly fond of him, but more than happy to get drunk and show him how he really felt).

Mick doesn’t open the door when he rings the doorbell, and Nikki paces around his little porch. He knows that Mick hurts a lot and that they all forget that he’s not that much older than the rest of them, but he can see the way it all weighs on him. He doesn’t talk about it, just like Vince doesn’t talk about why he can never quite take his notes right in class.

He knocks again, and Mick opens a few minutes later, looking tired and hunched over. He lets Nikki come in, but he doesn’t say much other than to wave him over to the couch with a, ‘I’m fine kid, don’t worry about me.’

Nikki stays the night on the couch, because Mick doesn’t seem to mind, and he waits for him the next morning. He waits while his stomach growls because he hasn’t eaten since lunch yesterday until Mick cracks open the bedroom door and groans when he sees Nikki still on his couch.

He asks for the bottle of pills sitting on the counter, which Nikki scrambles to get. They end up sitting on the bed together, and Mick reluctantly tries to explain why he wasn’t there yesterday- and Nikki doesn’t really understand exactly what it is that Mick has, but whatever it is it sounds like hell, and Mick tells him he switched meds a few days and they weren't working as well, he hadn’t felt like coming in to open the record store.

Tommy and Vince end up spending the day together, and Tommy finishes another chapter of Vince’s book, and Tommy doesn’t want to go home (Vince’s parents are out of town again for the weekend). So they sit together and watch shity TV.

They watch a really bad horror movie that Vince manages to enjoy, and Tommy seems to get progressively more and more twitchy. At first, he thinks it's just the movie, or maybe he’s getting bored.

What he doesn’t expect him for Tommy to do is sit up, stare at him, then promptly lean in to kiss him. It’s short, no one had any time to really react and Vince jerks back in shock when Tommy leaps to his feet.

He looks like he might cry, squeaking something out about needing to leave and grabbing his jacket thrown over the back of the couch and he’s out the door before Vince can stop him.

[lily-the-skele]

First Date Pt. 4

And the final part of @underopenskies and my rp

[pt 1] [pt 2] [pt 3]

“Havin’ siblings can be a both a blessin’ an’ a curse. It all depends on th’ moment. My brothers have always got my back, n’ I’ve always got theirs- but, for as much as we’ve romped and played, we’ve also had our fair share o’ fights.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me? O’ course m’ excited! I’ve wanted t’ be a mom for a long time now. M’ thirty two- I ain’t getting any younger. M’ actually older than my Ma was when she had me.” The cowgirl tucks the completed sandwiches onto serving plates with practiced ease, sorting them by jelly type as they went.

“An’ yeah- th’ daddy’s a nice fella named Hamish Parker. He’s actually out with Greg right now- tha’s my other brother, by the way. Adam ain’t fond o’ Hamish right now, so ‘s best not t’ have them around each other. Anyways- Hamish ‘s a sweet man- older than me, n’ he owns his own ranch up yonder.”

She lays out a few more finished jelly slices on their respective plates, and slides them closer for Lily to put her peanut butter bread onto. “Adam’s a pretty traditional man for bein’ as young as he is.” She hums softly. “He’d make a good dad though. He’s a lot like our Da was- though Adam’s temper ‘s a bit more hair trigger.”

There was a thump upstairs, and Skylar snorted. Muffled voices drifted down to them. “Sounds like Adam wandered up t’ see what Tommy was up to while we were in th’ kitchen.”

Lily beamed as she listened to Skyler talk as she finished another slice. “Heheh yeah, I think it’s siblings’ job to fight. Still it would have been nice to have someone to share things with. Gigi was actually older than you when she found me. Plus she was all alone but she somehow managed to raise me well.”

Lily tilted her head and glanced up at Skyler with a puzzled look. “Oh, why doesn’t Adam like Hamish? It sounds like you two are happy together.” She chewed on her thumb, a worried expression on her face. she hoped she’d never have to see Adam when someone set off his temper. Angry people generally made her nervous. She jumped at the thump and she glanced up at the ceiling. “I hope no one got hurt.”

“Pretty much. Ma was forty two when she had the triplets, n’ tha’ was rough on her body. I want t’ have lots o’ kids- I jus’ didn’t get th’ chance t’ start lookin’ for a man early, ‘cause i had t’ help Ma with my brothers.”

“Ahhh, Adam’s pretty traditional for his age. And he’s protective- I might be twelve years older, n’ he might be th’ baby o’ th’ family, but he tends t’ get an older brother mentality about him sometimes, n’ it makes him a bit short tempered when it comes t’ us. And… well, m’ pregnant, th’ baby was an accident, n’ I ain’t known Hamish for very long. So Adam was kinda… Okay, very, very upset on my behalf. Hamish’s a good fella though- very excited t’ be a daddy. Adam’s just gotta get over himself- he’s excited t’ be an Uncle, he’s just… old school, for such a young fella.” She hums and gives her a thoughtful look. “And nah- the boys ain’t gonna hurt each other. Thomas ‘s squirly- he’s hard t’ pin down, if they’re rough housin’ up there.”

Lily had a small frown on her face as she took in this information. “You would think he would be happy that Hamish is taking responsibility instead of running off.” She let out a small huff, but her smile returned. “Well, I’m happy for you Miss Skyler. Maybe I can get Adam to lighten up a touch.” She chuckled. “At least he hasn’t lost his playfulness.” She finished off a couple of more sandwiches.  

“I think he’s more worried about Hamish runnin’ off when I’m eight months along.” Skylar shrugs. “I don’t think Haz is th’ type, t’ be honest. He’s real excited.” “That’d be a real miracle if ya could, sugar.” She chuckles gently, listening to the sounds of her brothers roughhousing on the stairs. They were making their way back down to join them- so she just hoped they behaved once they got into the kitchen. “Adam’s probably the tightest wound twenty year old I’ve ever met- but yeah, he ain’t lost that playful side. We ruffle his feathers often enough t’ ensure he keeps it.”

Lily giggled and gave Skyler a playful wink. “Just you wait, I’ll use my my feminine charms on him and he’ll be putty in my hands.”

She glanced towards the stairs. “Let’s hope they don’t end up falling down the stairs from all their rough housing.” She blinked and turned back to Skylar, eye sockets widening slightly. “I’m two years older than him?” She couldn’t believe it.

“I have no doubt.” Skylar winked back. “Ya technically older than all three o’ my little brothers, sweetheart. An’ don’t worry- if they fall down, ‘s not the first time they’ve done it.” She finished up with the jelly, and slid the plates over to her, before resting her chin on her palm with a curious hum. “S’ not a bad thing t’ be older than y’ boyfriend, or the same in reverse. Hamish is older than me by quite a lot.”

And if he gets hurt, that just means I can make him feel better, Lily thought with a grin. She chuckled sheepishly as she finished up the rest of the sandwiches. “I kinda assumed he was older.” She gave Skylar a curious look before hesitantly asking, “How old is Hamish?”

“Adam tends t’ act like he’s older- it surprises a lot o’ folks t’ find out how young he is. Surprises a lot o’ folks t’ find out he’s actually th’ youngest, actually.” “Hamish is forty seven years old.” And she was thirty two- so there was a bit of an age gap. Well- alright, a little bit more than just a little bit.

“Yeah, people tend to think I’m younger than I really am. Some people even thought Gigi was my grandma. Hoo boy did they get an earful.” Lily chuckled. “Oh wowie, that is quite an age gap. Well as long as you two are happy and love each other, who cares about age?”

“Someone did that t’ my Ma’ once. Thought tha’ my brothers were my sons, and that they were her grandkids- Ohhh boy, she was steamin’ like a tea-kettle.”

“Fifteen years ‘s a bit o’ an age gap.” She agrees. “But we’re happy, n’ we love each other.”

“I smell peanut butter!” The short cowboy strutting into the kitchen was practically tiny compared to the rest of the skeletons Lily had seen today. He looked a lot like Vera, and lacked horns like his two other siblings had. His legs were well muscles, but he seemed petite and fragile compared to Skylar or Adam. He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and scooted over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “Hi!” He greeted Lily. “I’m Thomas! Ya can call me Tommy though. Adam told me you’re dating now? Golly- ya really are pretty jus’ like he said you are, ain’t ya?”

“Oh sure, blab about everythin’ I tell ya.”

“Well,” Vera chimed in as she squeezed in past Adam, “It’s not like he’s lyin’, is he? Ya lil’ girlfriend ‘s a real cute one.”

Lily giggled and smiled at Skylar. “If Gigi and Ms Vera became friends they would be a force to be reckoned with.”

She glanced over at Thomas and replied, “Yep, we made a whole bunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I think we made enough to feed a whole army!”

She let out a nervous laugh. “O-oh gosh, th-thank you. It’s nice to meet you Tommy.” She squeaked, her skull turning a bright pink and she hid her face in her hands. “Stooop you’re making me blush!” She wasn’t used to getting so many compliments at once. Though she was secretly happy that Adam was bragging about her to his brother.

“Maybe not a whole army since Adam’s here. He’s gonna probably eat half o’ those on his own. An’ Lily? Ya got a cute blush too. Adam sure wasn’t lyin’.”

“Ain’t my fault m’ a large man.”

“Got a lot o’ space t’ fill,” Vera said with a grin.

The McQuillins file around the kitchen table, taking seats, and waiting as Skylar urged Lily’s blushing little self to join them. Adam left a seat open next to him for Lily to sit next to him.

“A’right- lets get sandwiches for everyone.” Plates were passed around the table, before Skylar brought over the platters of various sandwiches, resting them on the table for everyone to choose from.

Lily just let out unintelligible squeaks as her skull continued to grow and even brighter shade of pink. Finally she managed to squeak out, “O-okay enough about me let’s eat!”

She took Skylar’s hand as she helped her off the stool and she sat down next to Adam. She ran into an obstacle when she realized she was too small to properly see over the table. Her skull growing hot she stuttered, “U-um I think I m-may have a problem…”

Skylar noticed Lily’s problem first, and the tall skeleton chuckled faintly. “Bein’ short happens, sugar. I’ll go getcha a pillow.” Or two, Skylar mused internally. A quick jaunt into the living room procured two pillows, which would boost Lily up higher in her seat. She shifts and bumps her hip to Adam’s chair. “Lift, Adam.”

“A’right.” He turned in his seat, and eased one of his hands under her knees. The other tucked behind her back. She wasn’t all that heavy to lift, and he eased her up, and held her there while Skylar got the pillows tucked under her, and then set her back down.

“Well, I can see ya over top th’ table now, sweetheart.”

“Th-thank you,” Lily murmured, still blushing a bright pink. She watched as Skylar fetched two pillows and she was about to move when she suddenly found herself being lifted by Adam. She let out an embarrassed squeak and she clung onto her boyfriend as Skylar placed the pillows down on the chair. She just nodded at Vera’s words once she was set back down, gaze fixated on the table. “Mmhm.”

“Oh my goodness, ya blush so adorably. Adam was right- ya are real adorable.”

“She is.” Skylar agrees as she takes her seat. She crosses her ankles lightly under the table, and reaches out to take a sandwich. “A’right, ya’ll. Dig in~ These sandwiches were made for food, not for lookin’. M’ Thomas? Stop flusterin’ Adam’s girl.”

“A’right, a’right. My appologies, Miss Lily.” The eldest of the boys chuckled slightly, and reached out for one of the apricot jelly sandwiches, eager to tuck into his meal. Likewise, Adam and Vera were also reaching out for theirs- and the plates were well within reach of Lily too.

Lily was beginning to feel overwhelmed but let out a sigh of relief when Skylar called Thomas off. Any more and she felt like she would have fainted from all the magic rushing to her skull. “I-it’s quite alright, Tommy.” She gave him a shy smile.

She reached out and grabbed one of the strawberry jam sandwiches and began to eat it, making small happy noises. She ended up getting some of the jam on her cheeks though.

“If ya say so, sweetheart.”

Adam spotted the jam on Lily’s cheeks, and reached out with his napkin to dabble it away for her, before tucking into his own sandwich. He’d chosen grape jelly.

“That’s cute~” Skylar cooed, nibbling at her own sandwich.

“Shush Sky,” Adam chided her.

Lily let out a squeak and giggled when Adam wiped her cheek with a napkin. “Thanks, Adam. I’m glad I have you taking care of me.” She swung her legs as she took another bite of her sandwich. She giggled again at the exchange between Skylar and Adam.

“I’ll try t’ do my best t’ take care o’ ya, sweetheart.” Despite having sharp teeth, it wasn’t all that messy for him to munch through the sandwich. He was relatively mess free as he finished his first, and started on his second.

“So, Ma mentioned that ya do commissioned plush toys, Lily?” Skylar hummed softly around her sandwich.

Lily grinned at Adam as she finished her sandwich. She would have to ask him in private how he felt about being called daddy. Maybe she should wait until later in their relationship. She didn’t want to jump the gun just yet. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Skylar.

“Why yes, I do! I’m mostly self taught, but Gigi showed me the basics. I have a lot of fun doing it. Right now it’s just a hobby but I’m thinking I can make it my full time job. I even have a couple of regular customers, but there’s one that buys from me the most. In fact he constantly tells me to raise my prices.”

“Well, if ya good at it, an’ ya enjoy doin’ it, then there’s no reason not t’ make it your full time job.” She nods. “Heh. I actually wouldn’t mind commissioning a couple toys for th’ baby once we learn if we’re havin’ a boy or a girl. What sort o’ stuff do ya make? Like… stuffed bears, or…?” She seemed genuinely interested- she’d rather get something handmade than buy something store bought.

Lily perked up, nearly jumping up in her chair. “Oh, it depends entirely on what you want! I’ve had people ask for cartoon characters. But I won’t do anything lewd.” She shook her skull with a pout. “You wouldn’t believe what kind of perverted things people have asked for. Honestly, what kind of skeleton do people take me for? ”

“A-anyway, I’ll give you a special discount! You gotta save your money for your little baby bones. We can discuss the details later?” Lily beamed at Skylar, excitement bubbling in her soul. “I can give you my email.”

“I wouldn’t want anythin’ done lewd anyways, sugar. S’ gonna be done for m’ baby, not for me. An’ sweethearts, folks are only mortal- they’ve been makin’ dicks out o’ stuff since they first learned how t’ draw on things.” She laughs gently.

“That bein’ said, i respect tha’ ya don’t wanna do lewd things. Nothin’ wrong with it. N’ yeah- i’ll give ya my email too, n’ we can chat. But noo, ya ain’t givin’ me a discount, not since this ‘s bein’ handmade.” if she just charged discount rates anyways, Skylar would just pay a little more over as a ‘tip’ for the good work. Because she was wily, and she worked her way around rules.

Lily stammered out, “I-I know that, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have those sort of… thoughts too but… But why do they have to come to me for that kind of stuff? I-it’s so embarrassing.”

Lily huffed softly. “No, I insist!” There was a look of determination on her face that seemed to say there was no use arguing with the petite skeleton. “I love what I do, so it doesn’t even feel like a job. I look forward to hearing what you want.” She suddenly turned to Adam and added, “And Adam, you have to tell me when your birthday is!”

“Those sort of thoughts, huh?”

“Havin’ those sorts o’ thoughts ‘s perfectly normal an’ part o’ bein an’ adult.” She hums. “As for why they come t’ you… i dunno, sweetheart.”

“You n’ i are gonna go toe t’ toe on th’ prices, aren’t we?” She laughs goodnaturedly. There might be no arguing with the small skeleton, but there were ways around arguing. “Ya can’t say no if i tip ya real good for a job well done, can ya?” She grins. “Either way, sweetheart, what i want probably ain’t gonna be too big o’ a job. I’ll talk t’ Hamish n’ let ya know what we decide.”

“Whatcha need m’ birthday for, Lily?” He arches a brow curiously. “S’ October the twentieth, though.”

Lily blushed and she squeaked out, “O-oh shush and eat your sandwiches, both of you!” She stuck her tongue out at Thomas and Adam before turning back to Skylar. “Yep!” She had a small look of triumph on her face. At the mention of a tip she let out a good natured huff and replied, “No, I guess I can’t.” She gave the other woman a smile and nodded. “Alrighty.”

She giggled at Adam before bringing a finger up to her mouth. “That’s a secret!”

The boys chuckled and did as ordered, resuming their meals with gusto.

“M’ pretty good at findin’ my way around rules sometimes, sweetheart.” She gives her a soft laugh, and then chuckles.

Adam playfully sticks his tongue out at her once he’s swallowed and cleared his mouth. “Fine- ya keep ya secrets then, sweetheart. I suppose i’ll see m’ when i see m’, yeah?”

Lily gave Skylar a warm smile before sticking out her tongue back at Adam. “Hehehe you most certainly will.”

She finished off two more sandwiches before she deemed herself full. “Heheh those were some yummy sandwiches.” She had tried out the some of the different types of jellies as well as the strawberry. She tugged on Adam’s sleeve and said, “Hey Adam, why don’t you show me your room?” She smiled innocently at him.

“They were very good sandwiches.” Skylar chuckles. She’d finished a little while ago. There were lots of leftover sandwiches too, so Greg and Hamish would have plenty when they got back in. She stood up and collected the plates, intending to do the dishes.

“Here, lemme help, Sis.” Like a good younger brother, Thomas stood and helped his older sister collect the plates- which left Adam free to entertain his guest.

Vera settled back, content to watch her kids do the dishes while she rolled her joints and flexed her fingers, trying to work some of the aches out.

“Oh! Ah, sure.” He stood from his chair easily, and carefully helped Lily down off of the pile of pillows they’d boosted her up onto. Once she was on her own two feet, he offered her his hand. “S’ on th’ third floor. Ya alright t’ walk up all o’ th’ stairs?”

Lily held onto Adam as he helped her down. She smiled up at him and took his offered hand before replying, “I think I’ll be fine!” She turned to the others and chirped, “Thanks again for the food. We’ll be back soon so don’t miss us too much.” She gave a small giggle and turned back to Adam. “Lead the way.”

The rest of the family waved them off with a smile, and left Adam to guide her up the stairs.

“A’right.” Adam kept a firm hold on her hand, though his grip was forever gentle, and guided her for the spiral stairs that went up- and up, and up, and up. There was little wonder why everyone in the family had legs as toned as they did- and rear ends as well. They’d been walking these stairs their whole lives. “You’ll love th’ view, sweetheart.” Adam hummed. “Ya can see for miles from m’ window.”

“O-oh wowie I wasn’t expecting a spiral staircase!” Lily exclaimed as she hopped up the steps. It didn’t appear as if she was at risk of running out of steam. She gave Adam a grin before replying, “I can’t wait to see!” To be honest, she wouldn’t be paying much attention to the view since she had every intention of kissing Adam some more. She giggled softly and blushed a soft pink.

“Mhm. My Da’ and his best friend designed the house, and built if for my Ma. Da ain’t around anymore, but Doc’ Tene still is. He’s a family friend- an’ he’s also the family vet. He’s a good guy.”

At the top of the stairs, Adam takes a moment to orient himself, and then guides her down the long hall. There’s a lot of empty rooms- testament to the size of the family that Vera had expected to have, but never got the chance. Adam takes her to one at the end, and opens the door for her, and lets her in.

His room is sparsely decorated, but has a massive bed covered in dark blue sheets. His closet is full of flannel shirts, and he has a dresser full of folded jeans. He’s got a window, and a small walk out balcony next to it with glass doors.

“Well, this is my room.” He smiles faintly.

Lily looked up at Adam with an expression of awe.  “Wowie, they didn’t build it all on their own did they? That would be amazing. I’d like to meet this Dr. Tene. Being a vet must be a neat job.” She had a little skip to her step as they walked down the hall, only pausing to glance at the empty rooms. It seemed a little sad.

Once they reached Adam’s room, Lily took a look around, feeling a brief flash of disappointment at its sparsity. However, it was quickly overshadowed when she spotted the giant bed. Giving a squeak of excitement she took a running jump, just barely making it and began to bounce on the mattress, giggling.

“They did, actually.” He chuckles softly. “Doc Tene is a nice fella. ‘S a neat job- but a gross one for sure. He handles all sorts o’ stuff that’s jus’ quite nasty. But, someone’s gotta do it- n’ he’s actually really good at what he does.”

He laughed as she took a running start for the bed, and simply followed her. He took a seat on the edge while she bounced around, and lightly rubbed his hands on his knees. “Sorry m’ room’s a lil’ empty. I don’t spend much time in here because o’ work though, so, y’know…” The only thing personal in here was the box under his bed, and that was his collection of… personal lubricants.

Lily stopped bouncing on the bed and settled down next to Adam. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s still a nice bedroom.” She giggled. “Besides, your bed is fun to bounce on and it’s really comfy.” She gave him a warm smile and nuzzled against his arm.

“Thank you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. The bone of his heel clicked lightly against the floor, and he shifted with a mischievous grin, before scooping her to his chest. Adam flopped back against the bed, leaving her sprawled out on top of him in his shirt as he lay under her. “Y’know, sweetheart, you’re real cute in m’ shirt. Would ya like t’ keep tha’ one?”

Lily let out a squeak as their positions suddenly changed and she found herself lying on Adam’s chest. Her skull was a bright pink as she stared down at her boyfriend. “Ah– c-can I really?” She squirmed a little. “O-okay. It is a comfy shirt.” She gave him a shy smile before leaning in to kiss him.

Adam’s hands settled gently on her hips, and he rubbed his thumbs lightly into her lower back through his shirt. He gave her a grin as she squirmed on top of him. “I don’ mind at all ‘f ya wear my shirts, sweetheart. I’d say ya could wear my pants, but I don’ think you’d fit.” Maybe in one leg, but not in the whole thing. He leaned up to meet her kiss, mouth working gently against hers as she flushed a brilliant pink.

Lily squirmed more at his touch and she gave a small giggle. “Don’t be silly, Adam.” She clung to the front of his shirt, letting out small squeaks and shivers as they kissed. She leaned into the kiss, wanting a little more. Her blush grew deeper and she could feel her face getting warm. She gave his lips a shy lick and she gripped at his shirt more tightly.

The flick of her tongue against his mouth prompted him to carefully part his lips, his tongue flicking out to gently slide against her own. His tongue brushed over his teeth, the sharp edges making him shiver, and he slid a hand along her lower back. The other slid up, cupping her shoulders, and his ribs rumbled under her like a pleased freight engine.

Lily’s tongue brushed up against Adam’s, a little more emboldened know that she was more familiar with this type of kissing. Her grip on his shirt tightened as they deepened the kiss and she pressed up against him. She gave a small giggle as she felt the rumble of Adam’s chest against her.

Adam’s blush darkened a little bit as she pressed closer to him, and he rumbled again, pleased as his tongue worked gently against hers. He lured her gently into his mouth, careful to part his teeth so she didn’t prick herself on them, and lightly teased her tongue with his lips as his mouth worked against her own. Adam’s hands splayed gently on her back, and he stroked his thumbs along the curve of her lower back and along the small band of her shoulders.

Lily whimpered into Adam’s mouth, the kiss beginning to get slightly overwhelming. She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, panting softly. “W-wowie this is getting i-intense.” She was starting to feel a little hot under the collar, not to mention another place. “W-we should probably take a break before we…” she felt herself leaning back in but stopped herself, “…we get carried away.”

“Mmmm,” he rumbled pleasantly, “I suppose ya right with that.” He was starting to feel stirrings from earlier again, and it wasn’t helping that they were sprawled on his bed. He took a  moment to close his eyes, and he lifted a hand to scrub it down his face briefly. When it lifted away, he was much more composed- at least up top. At least she was short- she wouldn’t feel what he had started in his pants.

“‘S pretty easy t’ get lost in kissin’ ya, sweetheart. Just as easy as it is t’ get lost in ya eyes, as a matter o’ fact.” He leaned up- not to kiss her- but to just nuzzle his nasal ridge to hers with a gentle, affectionate motion.

Lily didn’t want to get up just yet and she rested against his chest. She gave a small giggle as she watched Adam get his composure back. “O-oh my, you’re making me blush!” she replied with a bashful smile. She returned the nuzzle then kissed him on the nose ridge. “I never knew kissing could be so much fun to be honest.”

“Kissin’s a lot o’ fun when done with th’ right person.” He laughed gently, smiling at the kiss to his nasal ridge. He didn’t even mind her sprawling out on his chest- she wasn’t that heavy, so it was a nice, comfortable position for him to enjoy, and for her to as well no doubt. “N’ you’re real cute when ya blush, Lily.”

Lily let out a giggle. “Aww Adam, you’re so sweet to me. I think you’re cute when you blush too. It’s such a pretty shade of blue.” She poked his cheek playfully before adding, “You’re really comfy to lie on.” She gave his chest a soft pap. “I could probably take a nap like this.”

He stuck his tongue out at her playfully when she poked his cheek, and then leaned up to nuzzle her. “Why don’t ya take a nap? I don’ mind cuddlin’ ya for a while, n’ i wouldn’t mind takin’ one with ya. S’ real nice t’ jus’ hold ya n’ cuddle up with ya.”

Lily stuck her tongue back out at Adam and she let out a giggle when he nuzzled her. “Really, you wouldn’t mind?” She hummed in content as she nuzzled him back. “I think taking a nap with you would be really nice.” She placed her cheek against his chest right about where his soul would be. “Hmm you’re really warm.”

“I don’t mind at all, Lily.” He cuddled her close to him with a soft, pleased sound, another rumble crawling up his chest. It boomed in tune with his soul, though his soul’s beating was louder yet when the rumbling passed. “Heh- bein’ this big has it’s perks. M’ usually warm all th’ time.”

Lily let out a small shiver as she felt the rumble travel through her body and she gasped when she could hear the beat of his soul. She blushed as she nuzzled his chest and murmured, “Mmmn a nap does sound good right about now.” As she said this she could feel her eye sockets begin to droop. “Heheh so comfy.”

Adam’s sockets closed, and a content smile slid onto his face. He cuddled her close to his chest, soft pleased sounds leaving him. “Mhm. A nap sounds jus’ right~”

Lily let out a pleased hum before mumbling a soft, “G’night,” before her eye sockets shut all the way. Her breathing evened out as she fell asleep.

“G’night, sweetheart.” Adam was not far behind her.

the end

[creativeashproductions]

Strange Love

Prompt #1: “Why are we at a strip club?”

Author: Caitsy

Warnings: strip club, fluff, and knives.

Disclaimer: I do not own marvel or characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs.

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and while you are dating you want to surprise him and Steve. You decided to officially welcome them to the twenty-first century with a nice trip to a strip club where your friend is a well known exotic dancer. How flustered with the 40s men be at this place?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous


A/N: I was waiting for someone to request this haha!

It was Bucky’s birthday where Tony wanted to throw themed party with a large ice sculpture resembling Bucky. You had put your foot down on that because it was an asshole move. Instead you had a plan to take both Steve and Bucky out. It was something you were excited for because you had a camera to capture their faces when you out to the place. You should be jealous since Bucky was your boyfriend but you wanted to do this and see his reaction and you have a strange love.

“Tony! We are not doing that!”

“What? I thought he would like a twin!” Tony smirked, “I still think it would be good!”

“No.” You glared. He groaned annoyed at you.

Tony didn’t think it mattered to celebrate a birthday for a guy that should be dead by now…well for a normal person. Besides Tony wasn’t fond of the super soldier as much as everyone else was. Hell even Sam had become good friends with the winter soldier.

“Fine.”

“You just want to have a party to get drunk at without being called an alcoholic.”

“Hey!”

You rolled your eyes as you walked off to find Nat and Wanda to talk about your plan. You were the only one that knew where you were talking the boys and you thought they would get a kick out of it. They were each in the sparring room with Wanda practicing her powers while Nat was sharpening a few of her knives.

The ones you got her for her birthday that was an intricate design that she had fallen in love with. She would deny that as much she could but her old knives had been unused since she got the new ones. Nat didn’t like flowers but if you got a bouquet knives she would be very happy.

“Nat and Wanda I have a plan.” You said, “It’s Bucky’s birthday and I’m surprising them by taking them to a strip club.”

The girls stopped what they were doing as the words were processed in their minds. They went wide eyes looking at you before they began to laugh. “Are you sure that’s what you should do?” Nat snorted.

“Yeah.” You smirked, “A flustered pair of manly super soldiers? Hell yeah.”

“I want to watch that.” Nat chuckled shaking her head, “Please get a picture of them. Wanda and I have a mission in a could hours to go on.”

“That’s why I’m having my phone at the most charged amount.” You laughed before you all sobered up when Steve came into the room, “Hey Cap.”

“Ladies.” Steve nodded as he came closer up to you guys, “Y/N what are we going for Bucky’s birthday?”

“It’s a surprise for Bucky and you.” You winked. Steve sighed not comfortable with not knowing what you were dragging Bucky to.

The poor man was still getting used to a new arm and life without being tied to HYDRA now. Steve was almost like a father to Bucky with how protective he was and you could tell it was now getting annoying to everyone. Bucky had appreciated it at first but not it was getting out of hand but he didn’t want you to bring it up with Steve. Bucky wanted to stop being babied.

“Can you tell me please?” Steve asked crossing his arms, “I want to know so I can be prepared for anything that could happen.”

“No.” You coldly said, “You do not need to know every detail of the mans life. You better go check if took a shit at the time you like.”

“Excuse me?” Steve tensed up. He was agitated with how you talking to him. He would appreciate having respect from everyone on the team.

“You heard me.” You glared, “I will come get you and Bucky when it’s time to go but until then drop it.”

Without another word you stormed out of the sparring room to the elevator, the doors closed just as Steve was storming over to it. You knew that he would have words with you but you were going to avoid it. Slamming your bedroom door you ordered FRIDAY to lock the door and not let anyone into the room.

“Y/N open the door!” Steve exclaimed slamming his hand on your door.

You plugged earphones in and leaned back yawning as you decided to take a much needed nap. Your eyes fluttered a few hours later when your stomach let out a growl so you dressed up in better clothing and walking to the kitchen. Nat and Wanda were putting food on the table while everyone was lounging around the common room.

“Smells good.” You sighed walking over to the girls.

“It’s ready!” Nat exclaimed sitting at the table waiting for everyone to show up, “Happy birthday Bucky.”

With some small toasts you dug into the food extremely hungry from sleeping through lunch. Glares from Steve ended when Bucky had some sharps words with his best friend.

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Steve and Bucky were following you as you walked down the street where it was getting more and more seedy. The building had a raunchy name that confused the boys but you smirked. You had respect for this place because of your friends worked here.

“What is this place?” Steve frowned confused.

“You’ll see.”

You all walked up to the door where a bouncer was there standing stoic with large muscles that almost were bigger than the super soldiers. He was beside the door that had a line waiting to get in.

“Y/N! It’s been a while.” The man smiled at you.

“Hey Tommy.” You grinned, “I have some visitors here that have never been in this place before. How much to get in quick?”

“For you?” Tommy chuckled, “A hug should be sufficient.”

You chuckled pulling the burly man into a hug before he opened the door for you guys. The strobe lights weren’t obscene but the girls on the stage were. They were stripping to a good song while you smiled looking around, your friend was main stage putting on a really good show.

“Is this a strip club?!” Bucky exclaimed flustered.

Your friend was walking off stage when you shoved Bucky and Steve into separate booths on the sides of the room. Your friend, Ruby, was the most sought out girl for a lap dance. She had jokingly given you once and you had been turned on to be honest.

“Y/N!” She grinned hugging you without getting the oil transferred to you, “Which one is the birthday boy?”

“Him.” You answered pointing a finger to a flustered Bucky Barnes. Steve was chocking not knowing what to do with his hands. You had known both of them had never been in a place like this, despite being a ladies man in the 40s, Bucky had never been in a club.

Ruby got to work and you could see how the boys were turned on majorly so you grinned at them both.

“Welcome to the twenty-first century officially boys.” You grinned as you looked at the picture of Bucky and Steve’s faces when you walked in, “So framing this.”

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