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amazingphilza · 4 years ago

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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evienyx · 3 years ago

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DSMP Citizens POV 4: The Rebellious Teenager

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Hel had lived on the Dream SMP server for longer than they cared to remember. Their parents had moved them and their siblings to the server rather early on, before there was anything more than the main faction. It was peaceful, for a good while, and Hel did their studies, made friends, and lived a calm life.

Then, though, a man by the name of Wilbur Soot, with the help of his right-hand man, TommyInnit, started a revolution, fighting for independence from the rest of the server, and things seemed to almost immediately fall into chaos.

Hel, the oldest of their siblings and right around the same age as TommyInnit himself, did what their parents told them to do: Stay out of trouble. Dream, the Admin of the server, was decidedly not happy with L’Manburg’s defiance, and each side rallied their forces to prepare for a war.

“Hel,” their mother said as they stared out the window at respawned troops running back toward the battlefield, smoke billowing into the sky, “Stay out of it. Don’t get caught in the crossfire because you’re curious. You’ll just end up making enemies, and they’ll come after your siblings just to get back at you, I promise you they will.”

A hand rested on their shoulder. They turned their head to meet their mother’s firm gaze. “Stay out of it.”

And so Hel stayed out of it.

Their friends made bets on which side would win and how.

“I’ll say Dream will win by killing all of them for… three diamonds.”

“Ha, c’mon, that’s lame! I’ll say Dream wins by killing them all and imprisoning them when they respawn for, uh, let’s say five diamonds.”

“I bet Dream kills them all until all their lives are gone for, uh, three diamonds.”

Hel was the only one who bet that L’Manburg would end up winning. They took home most of the prize pool, with one of their friends getting a small cut for correctly guessing that Dream would have a traitor working for him within L’Manburg.

“Who was the traitor?” One of their friends asked them, as Hel was the one who had been the most interested in the members of the Revolution.

Hel shrugged. That information had been kept rather underwraps.

“Oh, well. Anyway, what do you think about King Eret being in charge, now?”

“A puppet monarch if ever I’ve seen one.”

“Yeah, but a pretty puppet monarch.”

“Point taken.”

After L’Manburg gained independence, Hel came home from school one day to boxes lining the front room of the house.

“What’s going on?”

“Mom and Dad decided we’re moving to L’Manburg,” their younger sister said, passing by with her arms full of books that she dropped into a nearby box. “Now that the war is over, they decided that they like President Soot’s policies more, I guess.”

Hel raised an eyebrow but grabbed a box and moved upstairs to begin packing away their own things.

“Why didn’t you fight for L’Manburg?” Their new neighbor, someone who had, asked them about a week after they’d moved in.

“Wanted to stay out of trouble,” Hel replied simply. The neighbor shrugged, passed over a welcome gift of flowers from the Prime Path Flower Shop, and left. Hel shifted the bundle of daffodils in their hands before moving to put them into a vase.

A bit of time passed, and the L’Manburg elections were announced. Hel’s parents and siblings all stayed rather distant from politics.

“No need to waste time paying attention to something that doesn’t matter anyway,” their father said as he held the ladder so their mother could paint the new wood on a corner of their house that had gotten blown apart during a recent conflict between VP Tommy and Dream.

“At least this doesn’t cost us anything to redo,” their mother said each time, as President Soot allocated funds to anyone who needed to rebuild because of a conflict that they weren’t involved in.

“Still need to do the labor,” Hel responded every time, often on their hands and knees to assist their parents.

Their mother would hum vaguely, then, and continue working.

Hel could understand their parents not wanting to pay attention while it was just POG2020 in the running, but when SWAG2020 announced their candidacy, their family still didn’t care. There were stakes now, things that could change in the event that the administration changed, but still their parents didn’t even bother listening to what each candidate promised.

“There are how many parties, now?” Their mother asked one evening when Hel mentioned the debates.

“Four. POG2020, SWAG2020, SCHLATT2020, and COCONUT2020,” Hel replied, despite the fact that they had just talked about this.

Their mother furrowed her eyebrows. “Which one is led by Secretary Underscore, again?”

“None of them.”

As the elections approached, Hel found themselves getting more and more nervous. There were people, ones who had moved into L’Manburg and the server itself long after the Revolution and so had never witnessed Wilbur Soot’s leadership in action, who were passionately supporting SWAG2020.

“A change in leadership is needed,” one of their friends, someone who had moved from a larger survival server with their family about a week-and-a-half after the L’Manburg Revolution ended. “President Soot and VP Tommy have been in charge this whole time! A new perspective is necessary for the country to develop.”

When the election results were announced, Hel wondered if this was what their friend had meant by ‘a new perspective.’

Their parents hadn’t come to hear the results, nor to witness the inauguration that would immediately follow, but Hel was there in the stands, watching the members of the four campaigns standing on the stage above.

President Soot announced the victory of SCHLATT2020 thanks to the coalition government, and he sat with VP Tommy in reserved seats just a few rows ahead of Hel as Schlatt took the microphone for himself.

Then, before Hel could even blink, the leaders of the previous administration were being chased out of the event, and then ex-President Soot fell over, an arrow in his back and screams for VP Tommy on his lips/, and then his body was gone, returned to the server for the second time, with only one more chance before it would stay there for good.

Hel heard whispers of an internal rebellion, led by Niki Nihachu, who were in support of the Pogtopia rebellion that was sprouting up under direction of Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit, and immediately went to the bakery.

“Hello,” Niki Nihachu said, looking rather exhausted as she grabbed a cupcake for another customer and began to bag it. “How can I help you today?”

Hel wet their lips, remembering what one of their friends told them to say. “Feel free to call me crazy, but I was actually wondering if you had anything made with cave crawlers?”

The customer in front of them gave them an odd look as they paid for their cupcake.

“I’ll see if I can find something,” Nihachu said, cracking a smile. “Could you wait for a few minutes?”

Hel nodded and the other customer hurried out of the shop a moment later. Nihachu helped two more people who entered the bakery before she moved into the back room, beckoning at them to follow.

“Niki, nice to meet you,” she said, holding out a hand. Hel took her hand in theirs and shook it firmly.

“I’m Hel, it’s nice to meet you, too,” they replied. “I’ve been trying to get my parents to move to Pogtopia to support the rebellion, but they don’t want to, so I’m here to help however I can.”

Niki smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

They snuck around with their friends involved in Niki’s internal rebellion, listening to what the baker told them to do, silently tipping her extra money to compensate for her increased taxes, and, one night, as they were sneaking back into their house in Manburg after helping vandalize the White House, the lights flicked on as they moved to go up the stairs.

Hel winced. They took in a deep breath and turned around to see their parents standing there, arms crossed, their oldest younger sibling standing next to them.

“Hey, guys,” Hel said, forcing a smile. “I was just grabbing some water…”

Their mother glared, and they felt their heart sink in their chest.

“I wasn’t doing anything dangerous!” Hel exclaimed five minutes later, sat on the couch with their parents looming over them. Their siblings weren’t being very discreet where they stood on the stairs, peering around the corner.

“You’re part of a rebellion!” Their father replied. “That, by definition, is dangerous!”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me!” Hel shot back. “I’m in my final year of school, I’m basically an adult!”

“But you’re not, Hel, you’re not!”

"Well someone has to be!" Hel growled out. "Schlatt is ruining this country!"

"You don't need to be worrying about that," their mother said. "You work on your studies, and play with your friends, and stop it with all this rebellion talk."

"I'm not going to go live in Hypixel like you and Dad did!" Hel said. "I don't want to go to a 'big' server to 'find myself!' I'm going to stay here and I am going to fight for what I care about!"

"What, you're just going to leave? Go join the rebellion. Leave you family behind?" Their mother asked, her nostrils flaring and hair wild.

Hel grit their teeth. "Watch me."

Their parents calling their name behind them, younger siblings frozen around the corner, Hel shouldered their bag again and stalked out the door, slamming it closed as they went. Their face hot and eyes stinging, Hel went to the spot on the Manburg border that they had learned was never surveilled, glanced around, and then slipped into the forest.

A few hours later, they ran into a Pogtopia scouting group, who attacked them until they managed to say the newest code that they had been given for the rebellion. One member of the group split off to lead them back through the forest farther.

"Pogtopia isn't the most... luxurious, I guess," the scout said, "But it's not forever." They turned and faced a dirty wall of rock. The scout knocked on the rock in a rather quick pattern, and a moment later, the wall fell away to reveal the tired face of a guard. The scout nodded to the guard, who returned the greeting, and Hel followed them inside, the rock wall closing behind them. As the scout led them down the stairs, they looked back at Hel and said, "I hope you like potatoes."

Before Hel could ask what they were talking about, they went around the final turn in the staircase and emerged in an enormous ravine. Lanterns hung from the ceiling, bridges strung across to allow access to rooms dug into the walls. The bottom of the ravine was expanded out, and people moved past one another with a surprising amount of purpose.

"Welcome to Pogtopia," the scout said, patting Hel on the shoulder. They realized that they had been staring. The scout cracked a smile. "C'mon. Let's get you sorted."

Hel was given a bunk a few hours after, a chest for themself, and was officially a member of Pogtopia. As they talked with friends that they hadn't seen since the election, they pretended that their heart didn't feel a bit empty.

For the months following, Hel assisted where they could. They helped establish firmer contact with Nihachu and the internal rebellion. They gave any information they had, and contacted trustworthy friends of theirs to get insider information. They attended training to learn how to wield a weapon, and they was taught how to disguise themselves, and quiet their footsteps, and, for some reason, how to prepare potatoes.

"Sometimes we need extra hands," the kitchen head who had asked President Soot to require the class told Hel. "Technoblade grows a lot of potatoes."

Hel found that that was true very quickly when, a week later, they were called out of training early to help out at the kitchens and watched as a piglin hybrid lugged in barrels and barrels of potatoes.

"This enough?" The hybrid asked gruffly once he'd brought in the sixth and final barrel.

The Head Chef nodded, a gentle smile on her face. "Yes, this will be good for the week, thank you, Technoblade."

Technoblade gave her a nod in return before turning and leaving the room without another word.

"We prepare everything other than dinner in advance," the Head Chef told Hel after the hybrid was gone. "And sometimes he shows up with more than this. Thankfully we had enough forewarning to get some help here before he showed up."

Other than the cold, damp nature of the ravine, and the general serious, somber feeling that clouded everything, Pogtopia wasn't the worst place to live. Hel enjoyed themself more than they had living with their parents, and they felt like they had a purpose, much more than when all they did was study.

"Tomorrow, November 16th, we shall fight the combined forces of Manburg and the Greater SMP to determine the fate of our country," President Soot said. Everyone had seen the deterioration of their leader, there was no way to miss it, and the mania in his eyes was present even now, but he was smiling, and he sounded hopeful, so the people couldn't help but feel the same. "Those of you who wish to fight have already indicated so, and everyone else has been given their jobs."

Niki Nihachu, who had fully joined Pogtopia after the Manburg Festival, stepped forward. "Remember, you might be fighting against friends. You might be fighting against family. The Manburg and Greater SMP forces will be shooting to kill. You must be prepared to do the same."

"We will not ask you to sacrifice your morals," President Soot continued, "But if you do not think that you would be able to kill if you're backed into a corner, then feel free to pull yourself from the forces. Make sure you do it by the end of the night."

Soot's fingers tapped aggressively against his leg, and he kept glancing up to the roof of the ravine. Then, without another word, he was gone, Niki trailing behind him.

The people of Pogtopia who had been present and not just listening over the loudspeakers dispersed to go prepare for the battle the next day. As they did, there was a crackle above them again and, just as it had twice every day for weeks, VP Tommy's voice came through the speakers.

"Hello, Pogtopia!" He exclaimed, static filling his words thanks to his volume. Someone hissed at him, and he quieted. "Er, sorry. This is Big Man TommyInnit, just reminding you again not to touch any of the buttons on the walls if you don't want everyone to die! Thanks!" There was another crackle, and the voice disappeared.

Hel exchanged glances with the person next to them and shifted a bit more away from the wall before continuing on.

The battle the following day went by quickly. Their family was nowhere to be seen, and Hel had been put on ranged combat, anyway. They bowed down anyone not on their side, and hoped that none of the people they were killing were on their last life.

When all was said and done, Hel stood watching the newly-inaugurated President Tubbo speak of rebuilding their country, and Hel felt pride swell up in their chest feeling that, now that they've fought for L'Manburg, they could truly call it theirs.

Then, there was a hissing below them. People in the crowd around them screamed. Hel spun around, watching in confusion as the people ran. The ground shook, then everything froze for a moment, and then they were gone.

Hel shot up in their bunk in Pogtopia. Their hands shook, their face was hot, tears falling from their eyes. Someone grabbed at them, and they let out a cry, whacking the hand away.

"Hey, Hel, calm down, calm down."

They blinked and focused in on the Head Chef, standing in front of them with a gentle smile.

"What happened?" She asked.

Hel's mouth was dry. They wet their lips.

"We... We won," Hel said.

The Head Chef gasped and relayed the information to someone at the door, who called it out to the rest of the occupants of the ravine. The remaining members of Pogtopia could be heard cheering.

"Wait, if we won..." The Head Chef looked down at them. "How did you die?"

Hel, as well as the other Pogtopia members who were respawning from the explosion and following fight, explained what had happened. Apparently, Hel got off lucky, as Technoblade had then spawned Withers. That was when they all noticed the notification that had shot through their communicators, one that informed the whole server of Wilbur Soot's death.

"That was his last life," the Head Chef said, and she sounded like she wasn't particularly surprised. Her arms, at some point, had ended up embracing Hel.

"So, we won, but our country is gone, and whatever is left is being led by a teenager?" Someone asked.

Hel, sixteen-years-old and freshly dead themself, buried their face in their hands and pretended that the Head Chef's arms, holding them close, were their parents' instead.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp citizen pov #dsmp citizens memes #tw death #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #mcyt #technoblade #dsmpsona #the rebellious teenager #not just rebellious in terms of joining rebellions #but also against their family #its like #a double meaning #whoa thats so crazy #anyway yes i am still accepting dsmpsona submissions i will lyk if i ever change this

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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*kicks down your door for the 5th time this month* I HAVE AN AU IDEA THAT I THOUGHT TOO HARD ABOUT BUT DONT HAVE THE ENERGY TO FULLY FLESH OUT SO HAVE FULLMETAL FUNDY

Fundy is 11 years old living with his father Wilbur and mother Sally, next door to the quiet and kinda creepy automail specialist Sam and his apprentice Tubbo.

One day, Sally falls ill. Wil and Fundy try their best to heal her with what little alkahestry Wil had learned from his travels. Their attempts were in vain and Sally passes away. Fundy isn't ready to accept it, and goes into his own studies on Alchemy to try to bring her back to life, and as hesitant as Wilbur is to endorse this, the least he figures he can do is make sure his son doesn't hurt himself doing this.

The day of resurrection comes and surprise surprise, everything goes to shit. Fundy loses his leg and father only to bring back a husk that looks nothing like his mother. Desperate not to be alone, Fundy makes a blood seal on a piece of armor abandoned in the basement and binds Wilbur's soul to it, sacrificing his arm.

Now it's son boy Fundy with two automail limbs and his walking tin can of a father traversing the world trying to restore their bodies.

A bit more characters and stuff that I came up with:

Phil is the Hohenheim equivalent but only kinda. He's from the kingdom of Xerxes (which could be winged people 👀) and holds half of the population in his body.

Dream is Father or the Dreamon in the Flask. Got the other half of Xerxes in him. Drwm thinks of himself as god thus strives to become one in actuality.

Phil gets around and builds a small family around him from children he found on the side of the road and adopted to join him on his journeys.

The first was Techno, a small, 5 y/o Ishvalan child left alone in the wreckage of his homeland.

The second was Wilbur, a young, 7 y/o boy with nothing but a alchemically created guitar to his name and a home within an old, unused sewer drain that dumped onto the sea.

The third was Tommy, a rambunctious 6 y/o who tried to steal food that Techno had bought for dinner and almost got his tiny mouth kicked in before Phil stepped in.

Fourth was Tubbo. He was in a box. Nuf said.

One day, Phil disappeared. They all went to bed in the inn they were staying at, but come morning, it was just the brothers there.

The brothers splintered off at that point, all lost and trying to find out what to do without Phil any more. They'd always keep contact with each other though.

Techno took Tommy and Tubbo initially, being the oldest and strongest of the four and capable of protecting the still teenaged and trouble prone members of their family.

Wilbur set off on his own. Traveled many places such as Xing and the ruins of his father's homeland, singing songs to get by. Eventually he met Sally and they made a life in Risembool.

Tubbo took up his apprenticeship with Sam after one of their visits to Wilbur to see their nephew.

Fundy is extremely good at alchemy, surpassing his father relatively quickly.

Schlatt is kinda the Roy stand in. He comes by Wilbur's residence looking for Phil only to find a suit of armor and a traumatized kid. Best solution: offer the kid a job.

A side effect of the soul binding(not based in fma canon but it's angsty) is that Wil's memory is deteriorating. Nobody notices at first, but soon enough, Wil can't remember what Sally looked like. How her voice sounded. Then he can't remember her at all and he knows he's missing something. Suddenly, he thinks he hasn't seen Fundy in weeks. Who's Schlatt? How old is Tommy again? Anxietyyyyyy

Schlatt and his lieutenant Quackity 👌

Schlatt's team is Quackity, Niki, Eret, Ranboo, and Fundy.

I don't have many ideas on homunculi. All I got is Sapnap as Wrath, and George as Sloth. Of couse, don't make Sapnap the head of the government for all that is holy but I haven't thought about this thread enough to have a real idea of how this would go down. Basically: idk who is gonna be who in terms of homunculi

Maybe Techno can be like Scar and murder goverment officials, not just state alchemists. As a treat.

S'all I got man but I'm a huge fan of fma and just fundy saying that he was gonna go watch fma as research on how to resurrect ghostbur was too good for me not to run with it.

Also I'm soft for Dad Wilbur

Jesus christ Fundy this is why you don’t use alchemy to solve your problems

Anyways holy hell this is cool. Also good dad Wilbur? Good dad Wilbur.

But ouch! Wilbur’s memory deteriorating slowly hurts. Just everything about it hurts. What if there is one day where Wilbur wakes up and doesn’t know who Fundy is.

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Chapter 10 - The Good News

Losing My Religion Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader/OC

Warnings: Nothing much, just fluff

Summary: The reader and Joel, well, seal the deal.

Word Count: 4.405

Author's Note: Okay so my dumbass mixed the dates in the previous chapter and although I fixed it on the other post, I just wanna clarify that this is December 2035! I almost screwed up the story line a lil bit but, no worries, it should be fine now 😅 Apologies again for late updates, I promised you all I'd see to the end of this series and I will, trust me!

Enjoy!

You weren't expecting him to propose.

Oh no ma'am that was the last thing you were expecting.

But that didn't stop you from whispering a soft 'yes', of course. It took you a moment to process because you were caught off guard, but without hesitation, you placed a tender kiss to his lips after your answer.

He knew the idea of getting married in the middle of an apocalypse was a silly idea and the whole labeling yourselves thing even more so, but he was more than relieved when you said yes. The circumstances you were living in (being lucky enought to live an almost normal life in Jackson) made it a bit more available for a an in-front-of-god's-eyes kinda ceremony; you were even fine with calling him husband and him calling you wife - you didn't even have to get married for that if you were honest. Your feelings towards each other were deep and true, you just had to label it without official papers.

You could tell Joel was scared, though. He confessed that he'd been only thinking about proposing to you, but after everything that happened, he knew he might not get another chance at doing so. You understood better just how scared to death he was all that time you were captured by Axel, then in the infirmary where he thought you may not survive it.

There was also the tiny, insignificant issue of his ex-wife, of course. It had been more than 25 years since her and you weren't worried about it at all, obviously. Tommy let you have an insight to their relationship from time to time (brief but still eye opening) and you knew everything you had to know - it wasn't pretty, and you couldn't help but think Joel's mind often wandered to his old memories, which perhaps made him feel insecure. You didn't say a thing about it, of course. If he wanted to talk to you, you'd be more than willing to listen.

In the end, he chose not to, even until the wedding day, so all you could do was assure him over and over again just what a perfect husband he was going to be, without touching the other subject. He was the ultimate family man, according to the younger Miller and you could see that too. You loved him for who he was, dearly, and that's really all that mattered.

Breaking the news to the close circle- to Tommy, Maria and Ellie, was delightful. Ellie was a little bewildered, but still happy. Tommy was surprisingly too enthusiastic, insisted you made a ceremony, despite your and Joel's protests.

"We don't want no fuss, Tommy, we already talked about it and decided not to," Joel gently traced your fingers with his thumb as he held your hand in his.

"Aw c'mon, this is big- for the both of you!" Tommy chuckled. "You're the town's sweethearts, not many people have beef wih either of you and, plus, it'll give folk some break and a reason to celebrate."

You reasoned with it and decided to do it, but without the usual formalities. Naturally, it was impossible to get all dolled up for a wedding with the traditional dress and suit in the post-outbreak world. Plus, the weather was going to be very cold by the time you had healed completely, or enough to stand on your feet without any help.

...The remaining 2% who helped you around was either Ellie, or Jesse, who was absolutely thrilled to see you out of the infirmary and when he heard about the big news. As soon as Ellie brought him over to visit you at Joel and your (now officially) shared house, he bombarded you with questions like when you were going to heal completely and join patrols again, or when the wedding was, which made you really happy and appreciate him. Dina was, well, very happy too but kept telling Jesse to Shut up! Let her rest, she just got out! Sweethearts they both were, probably your favourite kids in Jackson after Ellie.

Speaking of Ellie...

You got to spend more time with her again once you moved back in. You sometimes had your meals together while Joel was away on patrol, but whenever the three of you were together, Ellie got quiet. She sometimes wouldn't say a single word from the beginning to the end unless you made her talk, but you stopped pushing it after a while, as you realised how tense she'd get and how she'd start to play with her fingers. You wanted to ask her about it, but you also didn't want to push her; she always came to you when something bothered her, so you decided to be quiet about it and let her come to you.

By December, you were capable of standing on your own feet for the most part. Although not mentally, you had healed a lot and what was left of the attack were a couple of bruises. Your nightmares, well, they were reoccurring and continuing, but with Joel by your side, it was easier to handle than it was when you were in the infirmary and alone. It took you a long, long time, but you felt like you were finally ready to move on.

What was done, was done. Axel had killed your family, you thought he died and focused on your grieving; he turned out to be alive years later, almost killed you and your husband, so you dealt with the only option you had left: Killing him. Was it... necessary precautions? Or was it just revenge? He was clearly looking for you, he somehow managed to track you to the outskirts of Jackson, so really it was either him or you - a group of murderers or a town filled with innocent people.

You came to the conclusion that, by torturing him to death, you were taking advantage of 'getting rid of him for the sake of the town'. Everywhere he went, he brought destruction, he surely would've attacked the town if you hadn't killed him. While sparing Jackson from a dangerous threat, you also put an end to a vendetta you didn't know existed until then.

You didn't feel good, much as you were relieved that he wasn't going to be a trouble for the town and you anymore, it didn't feel good at all. Like you'd said before, he had ruined you.

Even though you were going to get married, the weight of that day still pulled you down from time to time. Days grew shorter and nights turned longer, but without being able to help around town to busy yourself, you thought too much about it. Joel noticed this of course and did everything you asked of him: From asking him to stay in occasionally, to giving you some space.

You knew Joel was scared when you pushed him away, which was on very rare occasions. He was scared that you wouldn't want to marry him, or worse, do something stupid. But, you needed him more than ever. It never crossed your mind once, to cancel the wedding and move back to your house. You loved him and nothing changed that: That's what you had told him too, with a genuine smile.

"I hate it when I don't have you around," You'd admitted two weeks before the wedding day, cupping his cheek. "I hate it so much when I push you away and- and seeing you upset because of it- but I wouldn't do it if I didn't need it."

"I know Dolly," He kissed the inside of your hand which was cupping his cheek.

"I love you, Joel," You grinned as he peppered kisses across your knuckles. "And I'm not planning on not marrying you. It's gonna take something real awful for me to not marry you."

You hadn't seen him smile this big ever since you replied yes to his proposal, he then chuckled: "Lord, you even started to talk like me."

Nothing that scared Joel happened. On the same day you shared your first kiss, you got married; Tommy was right too, the winter was taking it's toll on the townsfolk and they needed something that would take their minds off of things. Despite a few figures you weren't exactly fond of but had no actual beef with, it all went accordingly.

They got the both of you as pretty as you could get in the middle of an apocalypse. In Jackson, there were a variety of resources of pretty much everything - wedding dresses weren't one of them. You were dressed more like you were going to a cocktail and you felt a little embarrassed, Joel's situation was no different.

"This is ridiculous," He complained. "Last I checked, I didn't gotta shave for a wedding- it's not a rule or anythin'."

"Well..." Maria insisted as she fixed up your hair.

"Darlin', you want me to shave?" Joel abruptly turned to you, a brilliant smirk creeping up his face.

"No honey," You smiled sweetly, a little exaggerated to tease Maria. You agreed that this whole dress up was ridiculous as well. "I love your beard- don't ever shave it in fact."

"Ugh, you two are infuriating," Maria sighed, defeated.

"Perfect match," Tommy agreed as he snickered from the doorway.

"It's December, snowing outside- cold as fuck and you want me to wear a dress." You groaned.

"Don't you make the sweetest bride, Dolly..."

"Shut up Tommy."

Most of the town was there, except for the people in the infirmary and the people who were assigned for patrols. You and Joel were placed on a table away from most people, creating enough distance to make space for a not-as-big-as-Maria-liked kind of dance floor. The speakers were set, lights were up and the cozy atmosphere mostly eased your stress. You kept getting the feeling that something bad was going to happen, because surely this was too good to be true: You couldn't afford to have good things for too long, something terrible ought to happen-

"Hey," You suddenly felt Joel's hand envelop yours in his. "Will you relax?" Your forced smile, which was mostly you pursing your lips, didn't convince him; he leaned in a little and whispered softly: "If this gets too boring and you promise to at least act like you're having a good time, maybe I'll help you relax..."

His tone sent a shiver down your spine. You loved it when he suggested a quickie or talked dirty to you in public, soft promises of how he wanted to bite the insides of your thighs before diving his tongue into your depths - a teaser of what you were going to get as soon as you were alone.

Just before you could say anything, a familiar redhead with a brunette by his side appeared by your table, making the both of you tense up: "Hey, you two..."

"Hey Bruce," You forced an awkward smile. "Walt..."

Bruce was a small figure, comparing to the other patrol leaders- especially next to Walt. He had jet black hair, big eyes matching the colour of his hair and an oval face. He was always clean-shaven, which made him look a whole lot younger than he was. Him and Walt were really good friends, that's why you assumed he didn't like you too much, given your history of ups and downs with the redhead... Too loyal of a friend, if you said so yourself, but you didn't care.

"Don't you look handsome," You heard Bruce comment, looking at Joel, making you look between him, your husband and Walt. For a moment you thought he was joking, but the suggestive tone in his voice made you raise a brow.

"Uhm... thanks?" Joel replied awkwardly, a little confused because he looked exactly the same, the only difference was he was wearing something that resembled a suit. "It's nothing new though..."

Walt was giving Bruce a look too, which the man in question noticed and immediately spoke: "I mean, it's hard to see you two in anything other than pants and a t-shirt... You both look different, I mean-"

"Yeah, it's nice for a change," Walt immediately interrupted. "We just wanted to say congratulations."

"Thanks," You offered a soft smile and a long blink in acknowledgement. Just then, someone called for Robert and he left with a sincere smile. "Is he okay? He looked nervous."

"Yeah, he's a lil' on edge, dunno why," Walt scratched the back of his neck, although his face indicated that he knew exactly why. "Anyways," He cleared his throat and turned to your husband. "I wanted to say that, I know we got off on the wrong foot Joel and, I also know that we haven't been on very good terms," He looked between the both of you. "But I just want to you both to know that I'm very happy for y'all... I- I hope-"

"Joel!" Ellie suddenly appeared, to the left where he sat. "You need to come with me, don't ask why."

"Uh-?" Before he could even process, Ellie was tugging him by the arm and off the chair. He gave a look to Walt: "'scuse me."

You both gave Joel a quizzical look as Ellie dragged him away. Walt chuckled lightly, scratched the back of his neck once more and politely asked: "You mind if I sit here?" There was a chair by your side where Maria was supposed to sit when she announced you as married. You nodded and turned to the right as he sat towards the edge: "Look, (Y/N), I know we couldn't talk properly after what happened to you... I came to visit but, well, Joel has a way of putting me on spot."

You chuckled and nodded: "Yeah, I heard. It's okay though, I appreciate it."

"He said you would..." He grinned shyly. "You really love him, huh? 'Cause you sure as hell have him wrapped around your finger."

Your smile grew wider and you nodded: "Yeah, I do. I- I'd tell you more but I don't really wanna cry on my wedding day," Your voice cracked a little. "As best as I can, anyway. I'm too overwhelmed with- everything, y'know?"

"I can guess," He laughed, a bit more comfortable now that he was sure you weren't hostile towards him. "You know I'm... I'm really glad you're- I- ah, I'm very happy for you. Sincerely. You two are just... perfect for each other."

"Oh shush," You looked up and blinked several times. "I'm glad makeup doesn't exist anymore!" He laughed a little more, his dimples showing themselves under his red beard. "Hey... thank you, though. Let's uh- let the past stay in the past, yeah?"

Walt looked at you in surprise for a moment, then finally processed what you said: "Oh, s-sure, definitely. Those awkward chats were killing me..."

"Yeah," You smiled apologetically. You had to talk sooner or later, you sometimes got paired up for patrol and you had to interact to make everything work. Slowly, it turned into casual 'how are you's, but stayed that way until the wedding day.

You smiled at each other for a moment, then he finally nodded and got up: "Congrats, again. You two make a good couple. A power couple, in fact."

"Okay okay," You giggled and shooed him away with your hand. You watched him walk back to his table: The fact that he seemed to have gotten over you was a delight. Just then, Joel appeared and sat by your side, taking a seat beside you.

"You two good, then?" He asked with a netural expression.

"Yeah, you two, too," You smiled at him. He looked unimpressed, so you gently placed a hand on his thigh: "He was genuinely happy for us, Joel, relax..." Then, at your own words, you smirked devilishly, giving his thigh a squeeze. "If you act like you're happy about it, maybe I'll help you relax~"

He gasped when your fingertips brushed against his crotch lightly, the both of you gazing at each other's lips then simultaneously making eye contact: "I need to relax," Joel growls. "Now."

Your eyes widened at his tone of his voice, giving him a big, excited smile; only to be interrupted by none other than Tommy, who probably knew what you two were planning. He was holding a microphone in his hand, he walked up and into the space between where you and your husband sat: "Right... Today's a good day, folks." Almost everyone directed their attention to where the three of you were: "It's been around two and a half years since my big brother showed up at our door with Ellie and a lovely lady- none other than our (Y/N)... I say it was about goddamn time they got married." Tommy snickered and made the people laugh. "No really, I remember the day I met her," He turned to you: "She had a knife against Eugene's throat and we were only a second away from killing each other-"

"I forgive you!" Eugene suddenly called out to you across the room and you hid your face with both of your hands as the people continued laughing.

"Something fierce, she was- still is!" Tommy continued. "Don't make no mistake about that... She'll tear the whole country down to do what's right." He smiled at you sincerely: "I've spent most of my life with Joel and I've only known her for around two years but, I can confidently say that these two were made for each other."

You and Joel shared a look: No one in town had seen you smile this big- ever, you thought. Even Joel, who had seen your smiles countless times, was looking at you as if he'd seen you smile for the first time and he was falling in love with you again. Tommy's words meant the world to you: You had no family left and Joel only had his younger brother, and you had his only family's blessing. He'd seen the best and worst in both of you, knew what Joel had gone through all those years ago and he still claimed you as the perfect match for Joel. The realisation hit like a tidal wave and your eyes filled with tears. Chuckling, you spoke: "Okay, enough."

That earned another round of aww's and laughter. You looked at Ellie for a moment and saw the content spread across her face - despite the growing awkwardness between her and Joel, she still cared about him deeply. The look on her face even gave you some sort of hope that, whatever was going on between them was going to get solved soon. Everything felt so perfect and normal for a moment.

"Yup, now, y'all gotta dance," Tommy smirked.

Joel didn't look too pleased, being the centre of attention while doing such a simple yet special thing with you. You Have Been Loved started playing suddenly and your eyes shone brightly, then he led you to the makeshift dance floor. You pressed your chest against his lightly and your hands met behind his neck, while he repeated the motion around your waist. You slowly started to sway to the rhythm and he watched you fondly.

"I love this song," You muttered and looked into his eyes, beaming up at him.

"I know," He grinned.

A minute or two passed, then Tommy appeared with a video camera in his hands: "Here are the lovebirds..." You both smiled at the camera with such genuineness that even Tommy felt your shared happiness, even more so when he captured the moment with a camera. "Don't tire her out too much, big brother. It's my turn after you."

You giggled at his comment and Joel raised a brow at him: "Why is everyone so appreciative of my wife all of a sudden? At our wedding?"

"It's the dress," You bit your lip and smirked.

"Tsk," Joel looked elsewhere with a chuckle and it gave you an opportunity to kiss his cheek, then place your chin on his shoulder. He welcomed your body gently into his embrace and wrapped his arms even more around your waist, while you connected yours around his shoulders.

"Shoo, Tommy, let us dance in peace," You waved your hand in a go away motion and he did as you asked.

Now it was just you and Joel.

If I was weak, forgive me

But I was terrified

You brushed my eyes with angels wings, full of love

The kind that makes devils cry

So these days

My life has changed

And I'll be fine

But she just sits and counts the hours

Searching for her crime

Many songs played and other couples took you and your husband's place on the dance floor not so long after. Tommy kept his word and danced with you to a short song, where he expressed how grateful he was for you. He deeply cared for Joel, definitely more than he led on and that's when he told you once more that you were good for the older Miller- that you completed him. A picture of you two was taken right after he had said: "Welcome to the family- officially."

A few more songs later, it was Jesse who asked for a dance, much to everyone's amusement.

"If you're trying to make me go easier on you on training days, it's not gonna work Jesse," You smiled at him.

"No ma'am," He spoke seriously, then gave you a silly grin. "Not even a little?"

"Don't push your luck, rookie."

"Are you trying to make a move on my wife, son?" Joel growled, messing with him. Jesse however didn't understand that Joel was just joking, so you both laughed at the poor boy's tense expression.

"C'mon then," You got up from your seat, actually feeling a little tired already, then patted a red-faced Jesse on the shoulder. He'd grown quite tall over the years: He reached and maybe became a little taller than Joel.

You were Jesse's mentor ever since you started taking up patrol duty and training. He had moved to Jackson with his parents only a few months before you had. Being trained in the army and serving for almost 20 years, you were in charge of training new comers and teens who wanted to sign up - Jesse and Dina were assigned to you at first, until Dina switched to Eugene some months ago.

Jesse was enthusiastic about training and he was still very young, which helped him progress better. On a side note, his parents were lovely. Dina would occasionally tease that he had a crush on you, like a silly little teacher crush, then she'd joke about how she was jealous of you because he never admired her like he did you. You'd just smile, feeling like your age and tell Joel about it later.

You loved both of them as if they were your own, while being reminded of the kids in the prepatory school back in the Boston QZ. Guilt occasionally gnawed at your insides whenever the thought lingered too long on your mind. You really wished you could break them out and bring them here, give them the life and childhood they deserved. You kept telling yourself, like Joel, that there was nothing you could do about them, but still...

That was how fate worked, you supposed. If you hadn't been ambushed and Alpha One had survived, you may have never met Joel and Ellie, arrive in Jackson and, most importantly, you wouldn't be sitting across Joel when he took you as his wife.

Perhaps, there was no way- no alternative scenario about bringing your family to this safe haven. To have them sit there amongst the crowd and cheer you as you kissed your husband after his sister-in-law announced you married. Oh, how badly you wanted them by your side that day: Kurt sending death threats to Joel if he ever broke your heart (jokingly, of course), Maxim and Amanda encouraging you, Robin and Cole trying to tell embarrassing stories of your younger years...

Felicity and you having a talk.

Felicity.

She'd be the one to style your hair (maybe Robin too), fit you in your dress and of course, the first person to hear about the good news. She'd take your hands in hers, smile at you, then hug you.

You'd give anything to hear her voice again, to have her talk to you- even just for five minutes.

Nevertheless, you were still grateful for the new life that was given to you by the man who held your hand and smiled as you spoke to the microphone: Alright folks, thank you for coming... Training starts early tomorrow, so get some sleep! A new chance, given to you by the man made love to you in the following hours and who now slept next to you peacefully. The man, who introduced you to a new family and gave you hope that, in these times you lived in, there was still love and humanity left.

You studied Joel's relaxed features as the sun slowly crawled up the horizon. He was sleeping facedown, muscular arms partly under his pillow and face turned to you as he breathed through his nose slowly; his naked body disappeared under the thick blanket, meeting yours.

The alarm on your side of the bed went off minutes later, waking him as it did. He met your half lidded gaze with his own and mumbled something that resembled a good morning. You smiled and whispered it back, then watched his eyes close again. Your smile grew wider instinctively, then you tapped his right arm (the arm on your side) gently. He immediately turned his body towards you in the bed and opened his arms for you: "Ten minutes at most."

He nodded sleepily as you pushed yourself into his warm, naked embrace, placing yourself against his body, head right below his chin. Your arms found themselves on his waist and you sighed contentedly, placing a kiss on his collarbone.

Perfect. That's how everything was when he was involved.

As you stayed in his embrace, your eyelids automatically pushed themselves down. Inhaling his scent and listening to his heartbeat, you thought to yourself before dozing off:

Huh. Maybe it really was meant to be.

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mytrashs-blog · 4 years ago

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Drunk On You- T.H.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Please do not read this if you’re under 18. The Smutty part is between this signs: [...] so if you want to skip over the smut, you can, but it won’t make much sense. Also... There’s A LOT of swearing.

Summary: You’re a virgin and you’re drunk so you send a risky DM on instagram.

Word Count: Almost 6k... she’s thicc

A/N: I cannot tell you just how much I enjoyed writing this! It started as a 2 am inspiration punch and then it took me three weeks to finish it. It’s my first time writing smut, so I don’t know if that part’s good, but I like it and I really hope you do too. (Please if you do like it, reblog it so it can be read by more and more people).

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(Gif isn’t mine and I couldn’t track the author, so credits go to the owner)

Fuck this shit, you’re 22 years old, you’re in college and as much as you enjoy leaving fratboys with blue balls in the middle of a party, you need to get this over with. You’re tired of waiting for the “right guy”, if you keep on doing that you’ll end up virgin for your whole fucking life. But where the fuck can you find a guy that’s not gonna judge you for being a sad, drunk virgin in the middle of a tuesday night? Being drunk and alone at your dorm was pathetic enough…

So you scroll through instagram for a while only to find out there’s no right suitor for the job, but in the heat of the moment you notice that Tom Holland, yes the scrawny white boy that looks 12 and plays Spider-man has just posted a shirtless picture and boy, he does not look 12 anymore. So you slide into his DM’s just for the shit and giggles:

“Hey, Tommy boy!

You probably get millions of DMs like this every second of everyday, but fuck, I just wanted to say that you are extremely hot and I am extremely virgin and I’m also drunk, so I thought I’d write you to ask for a massive favor.

Would you have sex with me just to take my virginity away? Ok, thanks.

Bye!

P.S. I think you’re great in your new film.”

And yes, you did press send to that, but of course you don’t even remember writing it in the first place the next morning while getting ready for your 9am class, so your daily routine goes on as normal.

But then, while you’re making your best effort not to fall asleep while your professor talks about some depressed artist that beat his wife and was super sexist, but was somehow excused because he made some decent poem, you hear the unmistakeable ping of your phone, which can only mean that you got a text, so you go to see it, because that is far less rude than falling asleep during class, but you were surely not ready for what was showing on your phone screen.

All air, and life to be honest, left your body for a second, you double checked, and then triple checked and yes… Tom Holland had wrote you on instagram’s direct messages.

“Holy fuck” you only realize you said that out loud when the three people closest you turn to look at you and shush you, but you’re still in shock and still have not opened the message, but maybe it’s not a great idea to open it in front of everybody, specially your professor, so you figure the bathroom will be the best place to do it.

You lock yourself in a stall and sit down, get your phone out, take a deep breath and open the instagram message. My God, you were not expecting what your screen showed:

“Haha, this is too cool to ignore! I happen to be in your area right now… Give me a call and I’ll make it happen ;)”

And yes, his phone number was there too. The phone number of THE Tom Holland! like… WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! What are the odds of him actually reading your DM? And the odds of him replying? And the odds of TOM MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND agreeing to be your first time?! Someone up there must be having a good laugh.

But it would be rude to chicken out now, right? One does not simply say no to fuck with a Marvel actor. You gotta do it. It's your holy duty. So you reply with a simple “Looking forward to it” and you get your shit together before returning to your class.

You think about texting him while you walk to grab some lunch, but what do you say to a celebrity that agreed to deflower you?… Wait. Holy shit! You’re actually gonna have sex with Tom Holland! He’s super ripped! And you’re gonna see and feel all his bits and pieces… honestly, your panties got a bit damp just thinking about that. This is gonna be fun.

You decide to shoot the text while waiting for your iced coffee. “Hey, it’s (Y/N) from instagram. Are you serious about the thing? If so, when are you available?”

And that’s when the game begins, cause he replied almost instantly and you decided he’s just another fratboy playing around, so you played along.

“I’m dead serious, babe. I can do it tonight.”

“Nice. That’s how I like it… what time are we talking about?”

“9 ish, maybe 10.”

“Gotta give me an hour… also, it would have to be at yours, cause I live in a dorm that I share with another girl.”

“You could ask her to join…”

“Haha. Nah, this is all for me to enjoy.”

“And you will. 9:30 sounds good for you, babe?

“Perfect.”

“I can pick you up. Send me your location and I’ll go there.”

“Nice. I’m liking it already.”

“You’ll like it even more.”

You go about your day with a stupid smile all day, nervous and excited for what’s gonna happen later. Paying attention to class? What is that? Concentrating on your due projects? You don’t know her. All you can do is think about the things that man might do to you later.

Wait… you gotta shave. Also, should you go buy some nice underwear? It overwhelms you how unprepared you are and you run, abandoning everything you had to do that day to go get ready to have sex with a super hot celebrity.

You shaved, exfoliated, bought nice underwear, picked out a sexy outfit, you even tried to work out a little to look a bit more toned for him. You allowed your most extra self to come and shine, and you definetely enjoyed the process.

“What are you getting ready for? It’s wednesday. I doubt there’s any interesting party. Oh God! Do you have a date?” your roomate asked as soon as she saw you posing a skirt for the mirror when she walked in.

“I think so… I don’t know. I’m gonna meet this guy I met on instagram.” She gave you a corncerned look, but you were definetely not gonna tell her the details, that’s extremely private, it’s rude to tell people about celebrities intimate life, even if it’s with you. He didn’t mention anything about keeping it secret, but it would do a lot of harm to freely go around saying that he likes having sex with fans. It would ruin his privacy completely. At least from your part, you can guarantee no one’s ever gonna find out.

True to your word, you sent him your location an hour before the time you arranged and he called you, yes. HE CALLED YOU at 9:30p.m. on the dot to tell you he was outside and it took you a second to process the call, so much that you couldn’t voice anything more than an “Okay”… that basically ruined your super confident text attitude, and this was over the phone, would you even be able to get inside his car? The nervousness really hit you like a truck the second you hung up the phone, and your roomate noticed, but she didn’t say anything.

After taking a few deep breaths and counting to ten trying to calm yourself down, you get your purse and walk down the hallway and the stairs of the dorms and by the time you get to the main door, your legs are shaking like crazy and your palms are a little sweaty, so you gotta calm down again and remind yourself that this man is just a regular human being and that nothing has to happen if you don’t want to. And just like with tequila shots, you stop thinking and just go for it.

As soon as you see the car, you walk confidently towards it, and as he rolls down the window you can see it really is him, but you don’t let his face tear your confidence down, so you slightly smile and get in the car, it’s an extremely fancy car and you’re sure you’ve never set foot in anything this luxurious, honestly there’s no doubt that the seat your ass is resting on right now could easily be worth your entire college tuition and student loans. Okay, maybe that is an exageration, but it sure looks expensive.

“Hey, nice to finally meet you in person… I’m Tom!” he smiles in a polite and friendly matter, and you can see there’s a hint of nervousness in his smile aswell and that eases you a little because it confirms that he’s just as normal as you are.

“I’m (Y/N), pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this. I know it’s super weird and all, and I was definetely not expecting this outcome when I sent that message last night, but I’m grateful regardless…” you’re rambling, but he doesn’t seem to mind, he looks amused even. When you finally stop talking he drives away and you fall into a slightly uncomfortable silence, until he turns the music on and you recognize the song so you start humming along, and he joins, but other than that, there’s not much talking on the way to the apartment he’s staying at temporarily right now.

The place looks expensive, but it’s also very simply decored, it does look a temporary thing, but it also looks like a place where a single chaotic youn man exploded, so there’s empty beer bottles here and there, clothes literally everywhere and dirty dishes in the sink… but it does smell like cologne, very manly aswell… being at his place sets a whole new level of anxiety, because this is just so intimate. You’re inside his little world, his safe space, and even if it’s just for a brief moment you’re just happy that he agreed to do this with you.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have wine, beer and a spare champagne bottle from the other night… or just water. Please make yourself comfortable, sorry about the mess, I really don’t like cleaning.”

“That’s alright… you should see my dorm during finals week, that’s a whole other level of messy, haha… and wine would be great, thanks.” You’re slowly calming down and trying no to overthink about what’s about to happen and forget about the reputation of the man you’re doing it with, because the fact that he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s less human and maybe glorifying him for his job is a little rude from you. So you sit down in the couch, right next to a thrown blue hoodie, hold on a second… this is the one from Spider-Man: Homecoming, the one with the emblem of the highschool, shit, this is a historical piece of clothing for the cinematic world and you’re sitting right next to it. Shit, there goes all the progress you had made in the last fifteen minutes.

When he comes back with two glasses of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other one, you help him put down the stuff safely because he looks so stressed carrying the things and it is a small funny moment, before he sits down right beside you and it becomes impossible to get your words to come out of your mouth. So he takes the lead.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of predator, okay? I don’t know why I agreed to do this, but it was not to take advantage of you, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable and you don’t wanna do this anymore, you can just tell me and we’ll call this off, okay.” He puts his hand on you knee to reassure you and it does make you feel better, and you relax into your seat and just nod a little before speaking.

“Thank you” And it comes out like you’re breathing out in relief, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you and you take a deep breath before corresponding and taking the last step to seal your lips together.

Your mind just goes blank and you forget what you were nervous about in the first place, kissing Tom is not that much different than kissing any other guy, except for the fact that his lips are softer than most guys’, but this one does have to take care of himself, it is literally part of his job and it should not be that surprising that a guy takes basic care for his appearance, but it is nice.

[…]

The kiss moves in a nice rythm and his hands start sliding from your knee to your waist and he pulls you closer to him and your hands find their courage and go to the back of his neck and so you’re also pulling him in, and all you want is to have him closer, as close as you can possibly have him, and when his hand moves down to your ass, you take that as the perfect moment to throw your leg over so you can straddle him and now both of Tom’s hands are on your ass and you grab onto his shoulders for leverage, and just because you need to breathe in properly, you let your lips disconnect and you see him beneath you.

His hand comes up to move your hair out of your face and you stare at each others eyes for a second and it doesn’t feel overwhelming anymore, so you smile at him for a brief moment, but being apart from his lips feels terrible right now so you lean back in and his hand is in your head and he’s pushing you closer to him, and your hands just slide down to his chest, you play with the chain he has on for a second and he smiles into the kiss, but then you move your attention to the buttons of his shirt and start undoing them.

You take your lips to his neck and he becomes super responsive, you find his sensitive spot quite quickly and he moves you closer to him so you feel his lenght rubbing against your core and it makes you go undo the buttons faster, before you know it he’s taking the shirt off and throwing it to the floor, when his hands are free, he takes advantage and lifts your blouse and you put your arms up to give him easy access. You’re glad you rush bought that set of nice underwear, because Tom’s eyes visibly fill with lust at the sight of the barely there lacy piece covering your breasts.

He touches your chest ever so lightly it gives you goosebumps, he traces a path to your breasts but he stops right before getting to them “Can I?” he whispers, looking straight into your eyes, and there’s something so sexy about him seeking your explicit consent, it makes your panties a little wetter, you nod lightly and he goes ahead, tracing the shape of your breasts with his fingers, like he wants to get familiar with them, he takes one of your nipples between his fingers and applies a little preasure on it, and then on the other one, he’s taking his sweet time before cupping them and pressing his lips in the space between them, and your hands respond to that by taking his hair and pulling lightly and he moans into your skin and it makes you shiver.

He keeps leaving wet kisses on your nipples and sucking on sensitive spots and you can swear it will leave marks, but who cares, you’re just over the moon with everything that’s happening and you just want more and more. He takes one hand to your ass again and he holds it tightly, using the other hand he slides to the edge of the couch and just like it’s nothing heavier than an empty box, he stands up, and you gasp because frankly you were not expecting it, he laughs a little and gives you a reassuring smile.

“I just thought we’ll be more comfortable in my room.”

“Okay, then.” You find it so odd that he’s so unbothered while carrying your full weight, like you’re not exactly the lightest woman in the world, but you won’t deny that being so close and personal to his biceps like this, it’s something you could get used to.

He takes you up the stairs, and along the corridor, once you reach the door, he turns the knob but decides to kick the door rather than opening it like a normal person, but you can’t complain because every moves looks hotter than the previous, and when he lays you down on his bed and stays hovering above you, you just can’t handle it and you kiss him again, your legs hug around his bum to bring him closer where you need him and he takes the hint, he pushes your skirt to your stomach and before he does anything else, his seeks your consent “Is this okay?” he asks, “Yes.” you say loud and clear and he rubs his fingers on your core, and it feels good, but your panties feel like a concrete wall, you just need to feel his fingers, his everything all over your body, so you arch your back and unzip the skirt and he pulls it down and throws it to a corner of the room.

He takes a second to look at you in just your underwear and you feel exposed, but he’s looking at you like you’re some sort of Goddess, he kicks his shoes off and goes to undo the button of his jeans, and it looks so slow and you need him now but you watch him and when he slides down the jeans and you can make out the shape of his member. You feel a little overwhelmed with the view in front of you, and you take a moment to take it all in. His face is crowned by (now) very messy curls, his eyes that used to be brown are practically pitch black by both the dim lighting and lust, there’s freckles all over his nose and cheeks, but they’re barely noticeable, his jawline is the most defined you’ve ever been near to, but even though there are a lot of strong features in his face, he looks almost childish and innocent… until you drop your eyes to his chest, that is.

Every single muscle in his chest has some sort of definition, he’s not as ripped as in the movies, but then again, he’s not super dehydrated and over exercised right now, and he still looks more muscular than any guy you know, his abs are defined, there’s a visible V marking the path from his hips to his member and it is stupidly making your mouth water. He has black Calvin Kleins still on, but that’s the last piece of clothing he has on, and the anticipation is killing you.

He takes you by the ankles an pulls you closer to the edge of the bed and he spreads your legs open and gives you a devilish smile before leaning back in to give you a quick yet intense kiss on the lips and he slides down to your neck and chest again, but he keeps making his way down your body towards your bellybutton and it gives you goosebumps everytime he gives you even a peck or a light touch, you’re shivering with every touch.

“Relax, love… if you want me to stop you can just say it, okay?” He says looking up at you and you nod, you breathe in to calm your nerves down, he waits for you, when you’re finally ready you nod at him again, he gives your waist a light squeeze, smiles at you and places a kiss to your stomach and keeps kissing you lower, until one of his hands goes to your thigh while the other teases the waistband of your panties, hooking one finger on it, he starts pulling it down painfully slowly, you lift your bum to make it easier for your panties to leave your body, once Tom strecthes them to throw them to some part of the room, you sit up to take off your bra and he looks intently at you while you do it, so you smile and lock your eyes to his just to make it more interesting, and you also take your sweet time unclasping the clips, and Tom starts to get impatient, you can see it in his smile, but you enjoy playing with him so even when you do unclasp both clips, you keep the piece on and he puts his hands on his hair in exasperation and you just laugh, enjoying this small moment of being the one in charge, but you give in and take the lacy bra off and throw it to him, he catches it and throws it to the side.

You’re completely naked in his bed and he’s taking the view in. “You’re very beautiful, you know?” he says and you feel the blush creep up to your cheeks, but you smile and thank him regardless, he smiles back and leans back down, he kisses one of your thighs and then the other one, before he does anything else he looks up at you, once again looking for any signs of hesitation “Are you sure you want this?” he asks from his position and when you nod, he dives in.

He presses a light kiss into your folds and you immediately feel electricity emmiting from your core. Needless to say it’s your first time recieving an oral, every sensation is new, you can’t even tell if he’s good at this or not, but for you, it feels like the best sensation in the world, his tongue dances over your clit and you just grasp the sheets for dear life and when he sucks on it you swear you could come right there, but you manage to hold it for a little longer and he keeps going, it doesn’t take long for him to introduce one finger inside, the moan you let out is just obscene and he seems to love it, because he moans too but the vibrations that it sent to your clit make you lose it and you come yelling his name like your life depends on it and he guides you through your first orgasm of the night with his mouth and finger still pumping in and out.

“You’re dripping wet, you know that?” He tells you once you’ve calmed down and have regained your ability to function like a human being, you smile at him, trying to speak, but that function has not come back yet. He kisses you in the mouth and you can taste yourself in his mouth, you start relaxing into the kiss, and he starts tracing gentle circles on the skin of your stomach and you turn your body so can be face to face and your leg happens to feel his dick, and it feels impossibly hard, so you try to relieve the pressure by stroking it with your hand, but when you get your hand down his waistband, Tom stops you “If you touch me now, I’ll be the biggest dissapointment of your life.”

“You forget that I’m a virgin… I have nothing to compare you to.”

“Still… I’ve got my pride.” he finishes as he gets up and rumbles in a drawer of his nightstand, he finds the condom and shows it to you. “Do you want to do this?”

You take a deep breath, there’s nothing you want more than do it right now, but it sure makes you nervous, still you give him verbal consent “Yes, I do.”

That’s all he needs, he stands up completely and takes his underwear off, it happens quite fast, but you do get to apreciate his dick in full exposure, not that you’d know, but it sure looks like it’s gonna be hard to fit that inside of you, and you panic a little and Tom notices and chuckles while he slides the condom on, “It’s gonna be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”

He crawls back to the bed and hovers above you, his hand go to your core again and he slowly introduces one finger into you and starts pumping in and out slowly, he stays looking in your eyes, watching your every reaction, you’re moaning slightly, when he notices that you’ve gotten used to the sensation, he adds another digit and the pressure feels uncomfortable, but he notices so he waits for you to get used to the feeling before he starts pumping it, you bite your lip as you enjoy his movements, moans coming out of your mouth to the rythm of his fingers, when he starts stretching you by doing scissor motions with his fingers, the feeling increases and it is a lot more intense so you hold onto his arm, he’s still looking at you, wanting to be sure that you’re okay and staying alert to see any signs of discomfort in you, but you like it so much.

He takes his fingers out and the emptiness is just overwhelming, but when you see that he’s trying to align himself to your entry, you relax and stress at the same time. This is real. It’s gonna happen. Actually it’s happening at this moment. He looks at you again and lifts his eyebrows in question, you nod lightly and you hold on to his forearm and his neck in preparation. He pushes slowly in, it hurts a little but it’s not that bad, Tom sees you wincing and stops, waiting for you to get used to the new feeling, when you do, he keeps pushing a little. The rythm goes like that until he’s fully in.

You can see he’s having a hard time trying not to hurt you, it’s clear that he just wants to go for it, but you’re grateful he’s containing himself while you get used to the feeling of being so full right now, when you’re ready, you nod at him and he pulls slightly out, waits for you, and pushes back in. The rythm is slow at first for you to get used to it. At first it feels like too much, but the more he thrusts into you, it starts being not enough.

His grunts and moans sound heavinly to your ears, and whenever you are brave enough to just open your eyes and see him, his face is just so beautiful, he has a frown in his face out of concentration and self control, you’re admiring him when he opens his eyes and they meet yours, it’s such an intimate moment, it makes you blush a little bit, you caress his cheek and hair, interlocking your fingers in his curly locks, he lets out a soft moan in pleasure.

The pace gets faster and stronger and you’re getting closer to your high with every thrust, he’s hitting a point inside of you that you didn’t even know existed and it’s a whole new level of pleasure, it’s even making you feel like the world is spinning, you grab onto his back and scratch as you try to keep it together, he moans loudly and stops and pulls out suddenly.

“Get on all fours for me, love.” he tells you and you comply, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can fuck you while standing up off the bed, you try to arch your back to give him better access, he slides in easier now, and the sensation changes completely, he’s hitting another point that feels even better in this angle, the pleasure doesn’t let you stay stable and your arms can’t keep you up, so you press your face to a pillow and you can’t stop moaning his name, your high creeping up from your stomach once again.

“T- Tom… I think I’m gonna…”

“Wait for me, darling, I’m right there with you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and arythmic, he goes faster, his grunts louder with each thrust, your names falls from his mouth a lot more now, and his is the only word you can say at this point. You come first with an incredibly loud moan of his name. The feeling of you reaching your orgasm around his dick is enough to send him over the edge too, your name being dropped with a loud grunt, he squeezes your breast and rests his head on your back when he comes down from his high, both of you panting. You stay like that for a moment, but then Tom pulls out and goes to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

[…]

You lay in the bed completely naked, but you do feel more exposed now that the moment’s over, so you cover up with a pillow and think about what just happened, relishing on how good it was, you figure this was the best idea you’ve had in a while, even if the most ridiculous but it worked out pretty well.

Tom comes back soon after and hands you a water bottle (because he apparently just keeps water bottles in his bathroom), you thank him and he lays in the bed with you. “How was that?” he asks you in some worried matter, like his whole career depended on your answer, you look at him and smile at him like he’s crazy, you had two orgasms, isn’t that enough proof that you liked it? when the anxiety becomes aparent in his face, you give him the verbal confirmation. “Of course I did, wasn’t it obvious?” you say while trying to hide your face, he takes your arms to stop you from doing so.

“Y/N! Don’t hide! It was actually really good for me too, and I’m happy you had a good first time, it’s cool.”

You smile at him bigger now, getting more comfortable now, and he leans to leave a kiss on your forehead, and you lay there just chilling for a while. Checking the clock in Tom’s bedside table you realize it’s almost 2 in the morning, you haven’t talked about this, but you think it’s not a good idea to stay the night, maybe he has things to do tomorrow, and you do have a class at 9, so you start to get up to recolect your clothes.

“Where are you going?” Tom asks in a whiny tone, he was right about to fall asleep before you got up.

“I think it’s time for me to leave, it’s quite late and I’ve got class tomorrow.” you reply with a slightly sad tone, just for the drama.

“You don’t have to go. There’s no way I’m letting you take an uber and I’m too lazy to get up and drive you… so stay, I promise I’ll take you to your front door tomorrow morning, alright?” also, he gives you mad puppy eyes to convince you, but you still move around the room trying to find your underwear, just to not be naked anymore.

“Okay, just let me put some clothes back on, cause this is weird.”

“Can you throw me my underwear, please?”

“Yeah, just let me try and find them.” You throw them at him once you find them among the mess and they land straight in his face, you just gotta laugh at it and he just rolls his eyes at you and puts the thing on jokingly bitching about you being rude to him and you just laugh at him while you walk back to the bed.

At some point, Tom goes to retrieve your clothes and the wine from the living room while you just scroll through your phone absent mindedly, you half read the tweets and just ignore the instagram posts you see until he gets back and gives you your barely touched glass of wine and lays back down next to you.

You stay there for a while just talking and drinking, actually getting to know each other, you tell him about your major in college, how hard it gets sometimes, and you even tell him about why you had never had sex before. He tells you about his work, his family, the things he wants to do next… he does tell you a little tiny spoiler of the future of Marvel, which you had to swear you wouldn’t reveal to anyone ever and it would be a secret you take to your graveyard. It’s a nice pillow talk, you’re laying in the bed, facing each other, his hand is lazily resting on your waist, yours playing with the chain on his neck. This is likely even more intimate than the sex itself, and it’s nice.

When you do finally fall asleep, is in that position. Wine bottle completely empty in the floor, clothes laying around, only sound in the room being the light snores of Tom and heavy sleep breathing. You’re extremely comfortable and relaxed, long forgotten how nervous you were before this happened. You could get used to this.

Your slumber is ruined when the alarm goes off at half 7 in the morning, you feel tired, but you get your clothes back on anyway, Tom takes a little longer to fully wake up, but he keeps his promise and throws a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, he also throws a hat on just to not deal with his morning/sex hair, for the same reason, you also just put your hair in a messy bun.

He actually parks the car and walks you back to your dorm, it’s quite early, but there is some people around the hallways anyways and it makes you a bit anxious thinking you might get him in trouble if he does get recognized, but he seems relaxed and unbothered about it anyway.

“I had a lot of fun. It was really nice to get to know you… call me up if you ever want to do this again, okay?” he tells you with his hands stuck in his pockets, it makes you smile how cute he looks.

“Thank you, Tom. I really enjoyed it… thanks for not being weird about this whole thing.”

“That’s alright. Okay, take care and don’t be a stranger, okay?”

“Okay.” He gives you a last kiss on the cheek before you get inside your dorm to get ready for class, and he goes back home, and that is it.

Months go by without you ever talking to or about Tom, you just assumed that was the end of everything you lived with him and it is a lovely and super hot thing to remember, but there's nothing more to it.

Bing

Your phone goes off in the middle of the night. You were studying, so you weren't talking to anyone. As you check the notification, you freeze just like you did the first time you saw his name on your screen.

"Hey! I'm in your town! What are you up to?"

Tagging some people to avoid the flop:

@caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody, @mvmakki @madmadmilk @hollandrecs @starksparker @sunshinehollandd

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Wait For Me

3rd September, 1939.

That date would be stuck in your mind for years to come.

The meanest dog you'll ever meet

You’d both been expecting it, you and Finn. Neither one of you was oblivious to the constant news reports on Nazi Germany and its rise. A naive part of you had hoped that maybe it would all die down and nothing would become of it.

You’d only just been old enough to vaguely remember the First World War. The memories were vague and hazy. Bombs. Searchlights. Telegrams. The MIA on your brother. Your father.

He ain't the hound dog in the street

He bares some teeth and tears some skin

Many families had lost husbands and sons in the war, yet many more had lost mothers too - lost to the pain of losing their lovers, their children. Your mother hadn’t made it past the five year anniversary.

Your aunt took you in. That relationship was a rocky one from the beginning, the two of you often fighting and yelling at one another. By the time you’d turned eighteen, you’d grown estranged from your only serving family member, for many reasons.

But brother, that's the worst of him

That’s when Finn had walked into your life. Well, knocked into your life.

Neither one of you could agree on who’s fault it was. You insisted that he hadn’t been paying attention, too busy trying to show off to John and Arthur who were walking behind him. He insisted that you’d been walking backwards, to absorbed in looking around the market to see him.

The dog you really got to dread

Is the one that howls inside your head

No matter who’s fault it was, you both ended up bumping into each other. Finn had caught you before you’d fallen onto the ground, his arms snaking around your waist and holding you against him.

Small Heath wasn’t a big community. You’d known of Finn for a while and known of the Shelby’s for even longer. The two of you had sat next to each other in school until he’d dropped out.

It's him whose howling drives men mad

And a mind to its undoing

“Hi,” you said, looking up at Finn.

“Hi,” Finn replied, a dopey smile on his face. “Falling for me again, y/l/n?”

Wait for me, I'm comin'

“Never, Shelby,” you said, smacking his arm to tell him to let you go. “John, Arthur.”

“Morning, y/n,” Arthur said, tipping his hat to you.

“Morning,” John added, winking.

You rolled your eyes. “Never change, John.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on it,” John replied and you shook your head,

You bent down to pick up your basket but Finn beat you too it, your hands brushing for a second.

“I got it,” Finn said, putting everything back in.

“I am capable, Finn.”

Wait, I'm comin' with you

Finn looked up at you, giving you his infamous smile, his eyes sparkling. “Never said you weren’t.”

You took the basket back from him, smiling a little. “I should go,” you said, nodding to the road where your aunt’s house was.

Wait for me, I'm comin' too, I'm comin' too

“See you around,” Finn replied, walking backwards after his brothers as you nodded.

“Yeah, see you around Shelby.”

Show the way so we can see

Show the way the world could be

After that, you saw Finn every time you went to the market. He later admitted to you that the only reason he had been there was to see you.

Finn followed you around as you did the weekly shop for your aunt, helping you to carry the items back to the house and keeping you company as you put them away.

If you can do it, so can she

If she can do it, so can we

Your aunt didn’t approve of him or any of the Shelby’s. That was another thing you fell out about.

The day before you turned nineteen, your aunt fell seriously ill. Despite your rocky relationship, you were worried. You went with her to the hospital, sitting with her through the time she was there.

Somehow, the Shelby’s found out about your aunt because a day later, Finn and John appeared in the hospital canteen, the former bearing some flowers.

Show the way so we believe

We will follow where you lead

We will follow with you

Show the way

“We heard about your aunt,” Finn had said upon you spotting them. He held out the flowers. “We got these for her.”

“We?” John muttered, to quiet for you to hear, but Finn smacked his stomach anyway, telling him to shut up.

“Thank you,” you replied, accepting the bouquet.

“How is she?” John asked, noticing Finn’s lack of attention as you brushed hands taking the flowers.

“Not good. The doctors say she probably won’t be here by the end of the week.”

“I’m sorry,” Finn said, suddenly discovering his voice again.

Think they'll make it?

“Yeah. We never really got along but, still, she’s the only family I’ve got left.” You paused. “I don’t really know what I’ll do once she’s gone.”

“We can help if you need us to,” Finn said suddenly, ignoring his brother’s stutter of surprise.

I don't know

You looked at him, slightly surprised. “Thanks, Finn.” Finn blushed slightly as you hugged him, to busy trying to commit the smell of your perfume to memory to notice that you also hugged a very bemused and confused John.

“I should probably go check on her,” you said quietly, picking up your bag and coat. “Thanks again.��

Hades, you let them go

Finn waved at you as you left the canteen, a smile on his face.

John smacked his brother on the arm. “What the hell was that?”

Finn frowned. “What do you mean?”

I let them try

“That!” John exclaimed, gesturing to where you'd been sitting.

“Oh, I was being nice,” Finn replied, pulling his coat closer.

“Since when?!”

Finn shrugged. “She’s nice.”

John rolled his eyes. “Ahuh,” he said, unconvinced by his brothers explanation but not wanting to jump any further down the rabbit hole.

And how 'bout you and I?

Are we gonna try again?

Your aunt passed away three days after Finn gave you the flowers.

It's time for spring.

We'll try again next fall

You'd stepped outside for a cigarette, needing some air, when you’d spotted Tommy Shelby and Polly Grey walking into the hospital.

“Hey, Mr Shelby,” you called, nodding at him.

“Good morning, y/n,” Tommy replied, walking towards you. “Haven’t seen you and Finn together for a while.”

You nodded to the hospital behind you. “Been stuck here. My aunt was admitted last week, she passed away this morning.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Polly said, joining her nephew.

“Nah, don't be. We weren't that close. But she was the only family I’ve got left...had left.”

Polly smiled sympathetically. “You know where we are if you need us.”

You nodded, bidding the both farewell.

Wait for me?

The doctor informed you that your aunt’s funeral had been fully paid already and that there was nothing to worry about. You’d frowned, confused, but let it slide, happy not to have to part with any money.

It wasn’t until you’d gotten home from the hospital that you realised that Tommy Shelby and Polly Grey had been the ones to pay for the funeral.

I will

Despite knowing Finn Shelby for ten years, you’d never been to number 6 Watery Lane. You’d been to the Garrison plenty of times with your friends, often getting drunk inside - you and John had sworn to each other to never mention the time you’d passed out on him - but you’d never ventured down to the house where the Shelby’s lived.

Wait for me, I'm comin'

Wait, I'm comin' with you

Wait for me, I'm comin' too

I'm comin' too

Finn had visibly lit up when he’d spotted you amongst the gamblers, weaving his way through the crowd and grabbing your hand. He’d dragged you into the safety of John’s office, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey, y/l//n-”

“You didn’t have to do that, by the way,” you said, cutting him off.

Finn faltered. “Do what?”

Who are you?

Who do you think you are?

Who are you?

“Get Tommy and Polly to pay for my aunt’s funeral.”

“I didn’t,” Finn replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Shelby, I’ve known you for ten years, now, so I also know when you’re lying.”

Finn sighed. “Fine. I did, maybe, do that.”

You crossed your arms, not at all surprised or angry. “Why?”

“Because I care about you,” Finn admitted quietly. “Didn’t think you should have to pay for the funeral of someone you didn’t care about.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Finn, truly.”

Finn nodded, trying his best not to blush. “No problem.”

Who are you to lead her?

Who are you to lead them?

Who are you to think that you can hold your head up higher than your fellow man?

You and Finn became better friends after your aunt’s death and the Shelby’s soon began seeing more of you, your presence at 6 Watery Lane soon became normal. Neither one of you was prepared to acknowledge the blossoming romance between the two of you despite nearly all of Small Heath seeing it.

Everything had been fine and almost perfect.

You got a lonesome road to walk

And it ain't along the railroad track

And it ain't along the black-top tar

Until you lost your job and your house.

Finn had become worried when you he’d turned up to your house one day only to find no one home. He’d gone to your work only to be told you’d been fired. He’d asked Tommy to send some Blinders out to look for you but other than that, there was nothing he could do.

It was only a week later that your turned up at the house, visibly exhausted.

Typically, Finn hadn’t been there when you’d appeared. He’d gone off again to try and find you, not that he’d admit it.

Arthur Shelby had ushered you in, immediately sitting you on the sofa in front of the fire and wrapping numerous blankets around you as you shivered.

Finn had arrived back an hour later, all but throwing himself at you as he hugged you.

You've walked a hundred times before

I'll tell you where the real road lies:

Between your ears, behind your eyes

That is the path to Paradise

Likewise, the road to ruin

“What happened?” He asked, letting go of you.

“Turns out my aunt’s will wasn’t particular lovely to me,” you said quietly. “The only thing she left me was an old photo album. Everything else went to her nephew - in - law in Cornwall.”

“You went to Cornwall?”

You nodded. “Had to. His lawyer wanted to know why I was still living in the house when it wasn’t mine. Whole thing got messy and as a result I missed work for a week and ended up being fired.”

Finn sighed, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

Wait for me, I'm comin'

Wait, I'm comin' with you

Wait for me, I'm comin' too

“Why do you keep saying that?” Finn asked softly.

“Because it is,” you answered. “Compared to the war, it is fine.” You leant your head on Finn’s shoulder and he rested his chin on your head. “Besides, I’ve got you.”

Finn felt his heart beat faster as your hair tickled his neck, the smell of your perfume making him smile. “Yeah, you have.”

Wait for me, I'm comin' too

Wait for me, I'm comin'

Wait, I'm comin' with you

You knew that Finn had said something to Tommy.

But only because Tommy Shelby didn’t normally offer a secretary job out of the blue.

“I’ve got a job for you, if you want it,” Tommy had said suddenly one Sunday afternoon as you drank tea in the living room.

Wait, I'm comin'

Show her the way

You choked on the sip you’d taken, coughing much to Tommy’s amusement. “What?” You croaked.

“I’ve got a secretary job if you want it,” Tommy repeated. “Working for me, handling some very sensitive business.” Tommy gave you a knowing look and you nodded.

“When?

“Tomorrow.”

I'm coming wait for me

I hear the walls repeating

That job quickly became your new normal. The Shelby’s soon became family and you felt at ease despite the horror stories that accompanied them. You also realised how you felt about Finn Shelby.

It’d been at one of the many races you’d attended when you’d admitted how you felt to Finn. You hadn’t planned on it. It’d been sudden and at an incredibly poor time but you’d still said it.

“Finn,” you said as the horses turned into the final leg of the race. “Yeah, y/n/n,” Finn replied, distracted by the race and the fact that John and Arthur were yelling next to him.

“I love you.”

The falling of our feet and

Finn’s head and shot to look at you, eyes wide, mouth open. He stammered, clearly torn. “I love you too,” he said, his eyes softening as you smiled. “God, I love you so much.”

He’d bent down and kissed you just as the horses crossed the finish line, the Blinders around you yelling in joy as they realised how much money they’d gotten.

It sounds like drumming

Finn, never one to wait, had proposed six months later.

“Marry me,” he said one night as the two of you laid on the sofa, warming your feet by the fire.

You turned your head to look at him, smiling. “Marry you?”

Finn nodded. “Marry me.”

You pressed your lips together, your smile growing. “Of course.”

And we are not alone

It’d been the perfect wedding. Neither one of you were fussed about a big ceremony or reception, perfectly content with just the Shelby's. Both of you had wanted to elope but Polly and Ada had put their foot down, insisting on you both getting married properly.

Finn had cried when he saw Arthur walking you down the aisle. He’d lifted the veil off your face and you’d wiped away a tear from his cheek. Finn’s hand entwined with yours as Johnny Dogs began the ceremony and neither one of you let go until you got to Tommy’s house for the reception.

Everything had been so perfect.

I hear the rocks and stones

Until the 3rd of September 1939.

You’d all been staying at Tommy’s house, all of you waiting for the dreaded news and no one wanting to be far away from anyone.

You and Finn had been in the living room, hands entwined tightly, listening intently as the radio presenter announced that the government had declared war on Germany.

One by one, the other Shelby’s had joined you, all listening, all terrified.

When the day came for the men to go to war yet again, you and Finn pressed your foreheads together, hands entwined.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Finn whispered, closing his eyes to try and block out the sound of his crying family.

Echoing our song

“Me too,” you replied. “This is so much harder than it was before.”

Finn captured your lips in a kiss. “I’ll come back,” he said quietly, wiping away the tears falling down your face. “I promise.”

“I know you will, Finn,” you said, kissing him. “You all will.” You handed him a neatly folded photo and a handkerchief. “That’s the photo of me you took on the 15th July 1928, our first anniversary. That’s my handkerchief and I put my perfume on it so that I’m always with you. And when it fades, write to me and I’ll send you a fresh one.”

Finn tried his best not to cry as he engulfed you in a hug, holding you tight against him.

He sighed heavily as the train whistle blew. He kissed you one final time before he and his brothers clambered on board. Finn stuck his hand out the window and you grabbed it, pressing a kiss to his hand. The train slowly began to move and you walked along with him for as long as you could.

“Wait for me?” Finn called as your hands were ripped apart.

“I will.”

I'm coming

#peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby #hadestown #wait for me

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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"Fool Me Once" -- [1987]

I run a hand through my done-up hair, snagging it on hairsprayed strands, wincing.

"Thank you for coming today, I know you're busy as busy can be but you made time for this, so, we appreciate it." Danielle tells me me as I sit down and she readies her notepad and pen, switching her recorder on to tape audio.

"No problem." I reply, glancing at Duff in the corner by the door.

"I know this might be a little strange but I always like to start my interviews off with a icebreaker, if that's okay?" She offers.

"No, that's fine." I tell her, getting more comfortable in my chair.

"This philosophy we've been trying to pan out in some of our shoots is the difference between beautiful and sexy, and explore that notion and gauge if people even think there is a difference, so my question for you is: do you think there is a difference between 'sexy' and 'beautiful' and which would you rather be?"

"Oh, my God, okay." I breathe out, laughing, and she joins me.

"You said 'okay' so I asked." She reminds me and I nod.

"Beautiful implies to more than just outward appearance, it applies to someone's soul and their spirit, their attitude, how they carry themselves, how they treat others, whereas 'sexy' literally means sexually exciting which is usually based on looks mostly." I point out.

"Okay, and I also asked which you'd rather be--or which one you think you are." She rewords it.

"You sure did, um…" I already know my answer, but don't want to make it seem like I want someone to tell me I'm pretty. "...I don't…" I sigh and she looks like she's dying to hear my answer, and so is Duff. "I'm pretty." I reply and she furrows her brows. "I mean, I think I'm decently pretty. I've been called beautiful before but I still have a lot to work on within myself before I feel comfortable with that. But I appreciate it when I'm called that."

"And what about 'sexy'?"

"Oh, no. I'm not." I say it matter of fact, and she looks stumped.

"What?"

"I mean, if I try I probably can be but just everyday I don't see myself as 'sexy'."

Duff's laughter quickly erupts, and I look at him to see his hand on his mouth to stifle it before he clears his throat.

"Sorry." He mumbles to Danielle when she looks back at him before turning back to me.

"I assure you, Vivian, you are a very sexy, very beautiful woman." She promises.

"Thank you." I smile shyly at her.

"Okay, I was wanting to talk about you a little bit because I feel like people know who you are but not much about you other than what's, I guess, painted on you in a certain way, so if you would tell me who Vivian Sixx is." She crosses her legs, brushing a hair from her eyes as she patiently awaits my answer.

"Oh, gosh, nobody's asked me that, yet." I blurt, thinking for a moment as she brushes my comment off with a small giggle. "Um," Nikki Sixx's wife, maybe?, "to be honest I'm not sure." I chuckle out, rubbing my lips together. And she looks at me like she fucking pitties me. I force myself to save this close-call shitshow, giving Duff another look and he gives me an encouraging thumbs up as he mouths, "you got this."

"I dance." I let out, and she raises her brows. "Ballet, not stripping." I clarify. "I have since I could walk."

"You've never considered a professional career in it?" She asks me next.

"I was going to but then plans changed and I put off school. But I do plan on going back and finishing at some point." I explain.

"Did those plans involve your marriage?" She questions and I chuckle a little.

"I got pregnant--or I thought I got pregnant. It wasn't until after we got married that I found out it was a false positive." I admit. "And I'm sure people are going to say that I was never pregnant, that I was just trying to trap Nikki in a marriage but that's bullcrap because nobody can 'trap' Nikki or make him do something he doesn't want to do, so..."

"I can’t see him doing anything he doesn’t already want to do.” She agrees with a smile, glancing down at her notes before clearing her throat. “On the lines of Playboy, being that some of our executives saw you in the music video for ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’, you were voted ‘easiest on the eyes’ in this past weeks poll out of eighty-two other women.” She informs me and I raise my brows. “Does stuff like that flatter you or do you see it as misogynistic?”

“Well, um, firstly, I’m sure glad you said ‘on the eyes’ because I was about to ask you who started the survey and where do they live?” I reply and she laughs. “So, I’m glad it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, but, um…” I lick my lips, letting out a breath. “...I don’t think it’s necessarily misogynistic so I don’t mind it, but I don’t really like the fact that there’s eighty-two other women at risk of feeling less-than now.” I admit. “I appreciate it, though. I’ll take it.”

“You don’t like competition?”

“I do but I’m pitted against women constantly in my personal life or the media tries to, at least, and it’s just stale at this point, you know? It’s stupid.” I rub my forehead.

“Are you referring to what’s recently happened with Vanity?” She blurts and I force myself not to be phased. “Do you have any comment on that particular situation?”

I look at Duff once again, screaming internally while faking a smile.

“It was honestly a misunderstanding.” I lie. “I know we’ve already said it was misunderstanding before but it truly was.”

“Have you spoken to Vanity since?”

“Yes.”

“So, you two are still on good terms, even though she told the world she was engaged to your husband?” She presses more and I brush red hair from my face, trying to keep my tears from growing in my eyes as I see Duff from the corner of my eye, looking at me sympathetically.

“I love her to death.” I say, honestly--even though I shouldn’t love her, I do. Even if she’s a part of the reason my heart broke, I still love her. Even if I’m not acknowledging her existence, I love her. “And I wish and pray nothing but the best for her.” I finish and she grins slightly, knowing she’s getting a good story.

"Is she a woman you've felt like you've needed to compete with?" She asks next, her words hitting me in the gut.

"Subconsciously, maybe, but I've never gone out of my way to compete with her. I've never had to."

"What about groupies?" She raises a brow. "Or do you care because you two have been married for a while?"

"I'm sure a lot of women think, 'oh, I'm married to him so I've won', but I've seen guys take off their wedding rings before walking into a strip club or a bar and leave with three girls under each arm--a marriage doesn't solidify anything we think it does, it should but it doesn't so of course there's been moments where I've been pissed off about women doing everything they can to cross a line but, again, I don't wake up every morning and say, 'what do they have that I don't?' in comparison to groupies. They're termites: they swallow wood, ruin homes, and then it's on to the next." I say and she swallows uncomfortably.

"Does that not contribute to society's stigmatic view on promiscuous women being 'sluts'?" She asks me.

"Having sex with people doesn't make a woman, or a man, a slut. Pursuing a taken man or woman, knowing they are taken, makes a slut. Cheating on a significant other makes a slut." I state.

"What about posing for Playboy while being in a relationship?" She counters.

"Posing naked doesn't make someone a slut." I defend what I said earlier.

"Just wanted your view on that since you come from a strict upbringing in the Christian faith, is all." She tells me. "Especially since your mother is bound to hear of all this and probably have plenty to say."

"I haven't talked to my mother in years so if she has something to say but can't say it directly to my face, it's not worth hearing." I tell her. "My dad is the one I'm antsy about all this happening because of." I feel my skin prickle with nervousness because I never gave much of a thought to my dad seeing me on Playboy.

"Do you have a good relationship with him?" She asks me, intrigued, and I nod.

"Yes." I say. "I always will, he's the most important person in my life for sure."

"I think we all thought that'd be Nikki from the way we see you look at him in pictures and in passing."

"Oh," I say it a little flat, a small inkling of a look coming to her face and before I plant any doubt in her mind, I add, "I'm still completely head-over-heels for him but my dad's always gonna be my number one."

"Does he and your father get along or does your dad keep his distance, too?"

"No, no, he and my dad get along fine." I assure her. "He really keeps his distance out of respect for my mom, but lately he's been more involved, so...but, no, he doesn't have any problem with Nikki. He really appreciates him and all he's done for me, um, yeah, it's really a blessing they get along."

At least he did. Before he found out Nikki had an entire mistress...on national television…along with the rest of the country.

"That is very nice." She agrees. "And what about the other boys, do you get along with them as well?" She refers to Vince, Tommy and Mick.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely." I rub my lips together.

"Is it true you and Tommy and Vince and our very own Tansy Lyn grew up together?"

"Yes. I met Tommy in elementary school, and Vince and Tansy in middle school and we've been friends ever since."

"What are they really like? Outrageous news reports, complaints from parents and the church, girls, parties, drugs and booze aside, what are they authentically like and how do you coincide with them and how has being alongside them from the start of their journey, to now, shaped you?"

"They seem larger than life and it's hard to see them as anything but that, but I've seen them all be so overwhelmed indescribably with joy, and I've seen them all be completely broken and not know what to do, and I've seen them be piss poor and then have more money than God it seems, but they aren't these huge rockstars behind the scenes. They have diva moments, of course, but Tommy and Vince still act just like the boys they were when I first met them, and the same goes for Nikki and Mick. They act out for publicity, and everything in the press is obviously exaggerated but they're normal guys. They're honestly just regular, gross, messy, disgusting, perverted, immature stinking boys--talented, but still normal." I admit. "And I think the effect it's had on my life is just that I've had to mature faster than maybe I would have because it's like I have children. Like I'm constantly going and someone's going through a crisis whether it's Tommy one day or Vince the next, or whatever so keeping them out of trouble the best I can and then trying to be there and as present as I can be when they need me is stressful but it's rewarding. I like helping out where I can and they need all the help they can get so, it's really helped mature me a little more, I guess, is what I'm trying to say."

"I mentioned earlier their reputation within churches and religious groups and I'm curious as to know how you, as a Christian yourself, feel about songs like 'Shout at the Devil' which really got a rise out of politicians and church-goers everywhere, and most recently 'Wild Side'--which is a song that you are an accredited writer on--that's off of their 'Girls, Girls, Girls' album and is a mockery of the Lord's Prayer?"

"First of all, to clear this up, I didn't write anything in 'Wild Side', Nikki asked what the Lord's Prayer was and I told him and his brilliant mind gave me a writing credit which will plague me the rest of my life, I suppose, but to answer your question...it's 'Shout at the Devil', not 'Shout with the Devil', therefor it doesn't bother me. Now, 'Wild Side' bothers me. A lot. But that's a way Nikki felt when writing it, and I'm not going to tell him those feelings aren't valid just because I don't feel the same way. That's not fair to him, and I'm certainly not ever going to tell him not to express himself and channel how he feels into his work because that's what makes music and art individual and unique. So, it doesn't matter how I feel. If it makes him happy and he's proud of it then that's that and if I don't like it or don't agree with it or find it insulting to my beliefs then I just, 'forgive him, God, he knows not what he does' and just get over it."

"Do you think there will be a new 'Filthy Fifteen'?"

"I would say Tipper Gore and her group of desperate, dry, housewives can go get screwed by other men because their husband's are clearly inadequate but then I suppose they can't find bigger pricks than who they're married to, so..." I blurt and she widens her eyes, a little smirk on her lips as she laughs.

"I take it you weren't a fan of the censorship?"

"The only plus side to censorship and stickering everything is that kids know what to play in front of their parents and what to save for themselves." I finish and she chuckles some more.

I talked some more about marrying so young, what it was like being married to one of the biggest names in rock music at that time and so on, all while hiding the fact that once I left there, I was going to go back to the tour, sleep in a separate room than my husband, not talk to the friends I grew up with who were supposed to have my back, and be so completely miserable.

The moment Duff and I leave the room once I've said goodbye and thanked everyone who was apart of the process for my shoot, I feel lightheaded.

"Viv?" Duff asks me, concerned, and I take deep breaths, bracing against the wall. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I lie, nodding a little. "Just tired, I think."

My voice cracks painfully and my tears are already beading at my lashline.

"Viv, if you need a second--"

"--No, I'm fine. We gotta go." I deny, making myself walk again before he stops me. "Duff…" before I can argue, he's putting his bass down and pulling me to him, hugging me tightly.

I give up, knowing that he knows me too damn well to buy my shit.

I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his chest, feeling my tears, hot against my cheek, soak into the fabric of his t-shirt as the warmth of his lips press comfortingly to my hair.

#gateway drug

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Hazbin AU Swap

Alastor the host to hell's 6th most popular radio station, out got of him apartment to see the ruins from his balcony. He clears his throat and started to sing.

Chasing Happiness ♪ At the end of the journey there's happiness ♪ ♪ And to find it, how often I’ve tried ♪ ♪ But my life is a race ♪ ♪ Just a wild goose chase ♪ ♪ And my hopes, they were just a lie♪ ♪ Why have I always been a failure ♪ ♪ What could the reason be ♪ ♪ I wonder if the world's to blame ♪ ♪ I wonder if it could be me ♪ ♪ I'm always looking for hope♪ ♪ searching them with my tears♪ ♪ My schemes are just like all my dreams ♪ ♪ Ending every year♪ ♪ Some fellows look and find the sunshine ♪ ♪ I always look and find the rain ♪ ♪ Some fellows make a winning sometime ♪ ♪ I never even make the game ♪ ♪ Believe me ♪ ♪ I'm always looking for hope♪ ♪ Waiting to find the happiness♪ ♪ In vain ♪

In the streets of Hell

A Demon falls from the sky and lands on the ground. "Oh, I’m alive. I’m alive!" He said

A motorcycle runs him over and stop to drop off a leatherjacket wearing Niffty. "Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff." A male raccoon demon said.

"Yeah, yeah, listen. Keep this discreet, hear me? I can’t let it get out I’m offering my services to creeps on the street. It was a quick cash grab, ya got it?" Niffty said

The Raccoon scoffs, "Whatever you say, slut!" He laughs

"Ouch, ooh, such an insult! Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me you sack of poorly packaged horse shit. Tell the mrs' I said hi. Schnookums." Niffty quipped

The motorcycle rides off

Niffty brush the dust off of herself. A hooded demon grab the cash out of Niffty's hand "Yoink!"

"Hey!" Niffty shouted

"Up yours, midget!" The hooded demon shouted. A rock falls onto the hooded demon.

Niffty gasps, "Oh my god! My money! Dang it!" She shouted

Up on Ms Cherri's ship.

"HAHAHA! THOSE WEAK SINNERS WONT DARE TOUCH MY TERRITORY OF DESTRUCTION! A WISE DECISION, THE POWER OF MY EXPLOSIVES ARE UNMATCHED! NOW ONE, ONE COULD COMPARE TO THE LIKENESS OF I!" Ms Cherri laughed. Cherri now wears a ugly red pantsuit.

"Gee, that is pretty good, boss!" One of Cherri's cherryboi yuppie minions said

"Yeah! You really showed them what for!" another Cherryboi said

"I loved it when you blow them up them with your grenade launcher." said a Cherryboi

"I wish she’d shoot me with her grenade launcher." cried a Cherryboi

Another Cherryboy pat his Cherrybrother's back.

"IN A FEW DAYS ILL DESTROY THE ENTIRE EAST SIDE OF THE PENTAGRAM! HELL WILL BE RUINED! AND EVERY ONE WILL FEAR THE NAME OF MS. CH-" Ms Cherri yelled.

"SSSLUT!" A wise guy shouted.

"DAFUQ!? WHO SAID THAT! WHAT DID YOU SAID SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A FRUIT!? SPEAK THE FUCK UP!" Cherri threatened.

A explosive egg bot was YEETED through the windshield and explodes in front of everyone.

Pentious now in patches and his top hat is a now flat cap, jumps through the hole in the windshield, "You looking for a fight, filthy whore? why won't you take your little whore house nonsense of my territory before I sssmasssh it." a support beam falls on to a cherryboi. "more..." Pentious threatened.

"OH YOU WANNA GO GRANDPA!? I HOPE YOU LIKE GUNPOWDER BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WILL GET!" Cherri shouted while her Cherrybois surround Pentious.

The morning report. Two demons were at the desk. A oppressive suited man with white combed to the side hair and a gasmask for a face. And a frail white blonde woman with red eyes. "Good afternoon! I’m Tommy Trench." Tommy announced.

"And I’m Kate Killjoy. Chaos at a pentagram city today as a turf war is raging on the east side. Between notable Queen pin Ms Cherri Bomb and self-proclaimed wise guy Pentious." Kate reported.

"That’s right Kate! After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!" Tommy reported.

"Those two seem to really be going at it, huh?" Kate repiled.

"Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!" Tommy pulls a tooth and nail out of the mug, place them on the desk, and smash them with his fist.

"And I’d sure love to get my hot spot nailed by him." Kate giggles.

Tommy chuckles, "You sure are a big pussy whore, Kate. Or should I say-" Tommy pours coffee onto Kate's crotch -Burnt Pussy."

"Not again!" Kate cried. Kate curled up in pain.

"Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the host of Hell’s 6th most popular radio, who’s here to discuss his brand-new passion project! All that and more, after the break!" Tommy crushes the mug. "Suck it up you little bi-"

Backstage.

Alastor now a lot more tender and tweak like, and Husk which is wearing a withered red and black leisure suit. "Okay. You remember what to say?" Husk ask.

Alastor took a deep breath. "Okay! Let’s do this!"

"Look at me, and I’ll mouth it to you." Husk said.

"Come on, Husker! I know all of the currant slang terms! I just feel like we need to- I don’t know, make things sound more glamour and darb-" Alastor gasp, "Oh! What if I-"

"-sing a song about it?" Husk said.

Alastor chuckles, "You knew I was gonna say that."

"Because you're like a book. But please don’t fucking sing. This is serious." Husk stated

"Well you know, I’m better at expressing myself and my goals through song! It's my job after all." Alastor said.

"But this isn’t like the radio, Al." Husk

"Okay I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improve skills." Alastor said with a southern bell accent.

Now with Tommy Trench.

Alastor walks up to Tommy. "Hi! I’m Alastor." holds out his hand.

"Tommy Trench." Tommy drops the cigarette and stomps on it. "I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but that's a horseshit lie. You can put that away." Alastor pulls his hand back. "I don’t touch the mixes. I have standards."

"Yeah? How’s uh- how’s that working out for ya?" Alastor asked while a support beam falls down onto a crewman. "Can someone help me!" the crewman screamed in pain.

"Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short. We’re not here because we wanted you here, you’re here because Rodney couldn’t make it for his dating show."

Alastor looked past Tommy's shoulder to see Kate rolling her eyes.

"You might be some radio bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing F list radio host wants to advertise." Tommy got into Alastor's face.

"But I-" Alastor stuttered.

"-So don’t get funny with me buddy, or I will fucking end you." Tommy threatened.

"And we’re live!" A crewman shouted.

Tommy ran back to his seat and Alastor walks to his seat. "Welcome back! So, Alex-" Alastor interrupts, "It’s Alastor."

"Whatever. Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!" Tommy grips the handgun in his jacket.

Alastor clears his throat, "As most of you know, I have been here in Hell since 1933, and if you remember life wasn't easy back then, but as you can see life is a lot worse here than it was there. I always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home, and you are my people. We-" Tommy shoots a bug with that handgun. Blood splashes onto Alastor's face. "We just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance! I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through… redemption? Well I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!" Alastor announce.

...

"Y’know? ‘Cause hotels are for people passing through… temporarily."

In a dive bar in the hick part of hell. A bear demon laughes, "Is this guy for real? He thinks, you hear what this city boy thinks? he-' short laugh "-Oh, he’s nuts."

The camera man spoke up. "Stupid nig-"

Husk uppercuts the camera man.

"Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do. Maybe I’m not getting through to you." Alastor said

Husk sighs "Oh no."

Alastor snaps his fingers to bring his jazz band in.

♪ We have a dream ♪ ♪ We wish to tell ♪ ♪ And it’s just ball ♪ ♪ ‘Cause you’re one of a kind ♪ ♪ A charming demon belle! ♪ ♪ Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell ♪ ♪ (Take it, boys!) ♪ ♪ (Boo!) ♪ ♪ Inside of every demon is a cause ♪ ♪ We’ll dress ‘em up and give them a smile! ♪ ♪ (With a smile!) ♪ ♪ And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool ♪ ♪ With some old redemption flair ♪ ♪ And show these guys some proper class and style! ♪ ♪ (What’s in style?) ♪ ♪ (Oh!) ♪ ♪ Here below the ground ♪ ♪ I’m sure your plan is sound! ♪ ♪ They’ll spend a little time ♪ ♪ Down at this Happy Ho-- ♪

Random demon: "Shut the fuck up! That is shit!"

Everyone laughs uncontrollably.

"What in the nine circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just… because?" Tommy and Kate laughs.

"Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and she’s shown incredible progress!" Alastor shouted

"Oh? And who might that be?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, just someone named… Niffty." Alastor replied.

"The porn star?" Kate asked.

Tommy slowly turns around pointing that handgun at Kate. "You fucking would, Kate." Tommy turns back around. "In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube."

"Oh, I beg to differ. She’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for 2 weeks now." Alastor replied.

"Breaking news!" Shouted a crewman

Tommy pushed Alastor away. "We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go to the live feed!"

Shows Niffty kicking Cherryboi ass.

"Di Mi!." Alastor whispered.

"Dee Me indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than-" gasp "-porn actress Niffty! What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid right now." Tommy said

Tommy and Kate laugh. "Ratings!"

Alastor gasped, "Don’t look at this!" He tried to hid the window on the greenscreen.

"Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival. Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah? Well- how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Dick?!" Alastor shouted.

Tommy went silent.

Alastor nervously laughs, "Sorry." Put the pen back.

Kate runs away while Tommy got the flamethrower

Back in the streets

"Hey thanks for the backup, Niffts!" Pentious shouted.

"You kiddin'? This is the best action I've seen in ages!" Niffty replied.

Pentious throws a egg bomb. "Where have you been anyways? I thought you died or something."

"Oh I wish! I've been staying at this dirty hotel on the other side of town. Some guys let me stay rent free if I play nice His words, not mine. These assholes are no fun! I’ve been clean for two weeks!" Niffty answered.

"Holy crap." Pentious replied.

"Well, sorta clean. As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder." Niffty replied.

Cherri whips and ties Niffty up in a vine.

"Oh, harder mommy!" Niffty moaned.

Cherri gasp, "Daughter?!"

Niffty raise the brow in a "Da fuck?" way.

"You douches have no style! In war, the side remembered is the side with the most style." Cherri pop her collar up.

"Or the side that ain’t 6 feet under." Pentious replied.

"Speaking of style, what's up with the colors, it's red this and red that. Is it that time of the month?" Pentious quipped.

"Oh, well, that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?" Cherri shouted.

"Oh yeah we're not suppose to talk about that." Niffty quipped.

"I’m going to blow you to bits!" Cherri threatened.

"Hm! Kinky!" Niffty quipped.

"Oh, not like that! creep!" Cherri replied.

Cherriyboi shoots at Niffty with a vine net gun.

"Not so cocky now, are we?" Cherri threatened.

"Y’know, you really gotta watch what comes out of your mouth. I’ve been making these sex jokes the whole-" Cherri pulls out a smg "-TIME! And it’s obvious ya ain’t catchin’ on-" Niffty kicks Cherri, takes her gun and shoots at the Cherryboi. "-I mean, it’s just SAD!

"So think you’re gonna get in a lot of trouble for this?" Pentious asked.

"Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?" Niffty asked.

Back in the newsroom.

Alastor and Tommy are going at it fisticuffs, while the flamethrower is blowing fire to the right of the desk.

Kate runs into view of the camera while on fire. "Why won’t anyone help me?!" She screams.

Back in the streets. "Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite gal to party with!" Pentious shouted.

"You know it, you slimy snake. You ready to finish this?" Niffty asked.

"Hell yeah, baby." Pentious answered.

Niffty, Pentious, Ms Cherri, CherryBois, Alastor, Tommy, and Kate yelling in a 4 screen split.

In the Limo driving to the hotel Niffty was playing with the window

Husk carving a wooden steak and giving Niffty the death stare.

Niffty looks up to Husk, "What?"

"What? What?! What were you fucking doing?!" Husk shouted.

Niffty sighs, "Look I owed my snake buddy a solid! Isn’t that a “redeeming quality"? Helping pals with stuff?" Niffty shouted.

"Not with turf wars that result in genocide!" Husk shouted.

"Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred, plus didn't you caused a Genocide." Niffty snickers.

Husk throws the wooden steak at Niffty which pierced throw the window.

"Aw come on, I had to! My credibility was on the line-" Niffty sighs "-I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona."

"Your credibility? What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like fucking clowns!" Husk shouted.

"No no no, hon. Clowns are funny! I made you look… uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan, with no arms, or legs… Uh… oh, with progeria! Great! Now I’m bummed thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?" Niffty asked.

"Can you please just try to take this seriously?" Husk asked.

"Fine, I’ll try, just don’t bitch to your mother while you're fucking her." Niffty quipped.

"What was that you trying to be?" Husk got up and pulled out his knife.

"Whatever pisses you off the most. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!" Niffty shouted.

"I’m gonna kill her." Husk sat back down.

"Too late, hon. Wait, would that make me double dead? And where exactly do I go, to double Hell? Sorry, you’re stuck with me, bitch. Get used to it." Niffty laughs.

"Fucking bitch!" Husk mumbled.

"Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt? Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of fuckin’ harlequin babies down here." Niffty said.

"You’re one to talk." Husk quipped.

"Hey! This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me, and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!" Niffty pulls out a letter with stains.

"That was really not swell y’know, Niffty" Alastor said.

"Not Sweel?! After that trainwreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel. All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!" Husk shouted.

"Does that mean I don’t have a free room anymore?" Niffty asked.

Husk pulls the knife out again.

"Ah, well, shucks." Niffty snaps.

"Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Husker. It’ll be okay!" Alastor reassured.

At the Happy Hotel

The three open the door. Husk sat down on to the couch to look at his hands, his mind goes back to the war.

Niffty went to the fridge to get a beer. "It’s probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward souls ya got in here." Niffty laughed, but then it became nervous laughter, and then she just stops.

Alastor went out to talk to his boss. "Hey Boss. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must want that kale paid back. But um, the interview isn't sitting pretty and... I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Boss. I think you're right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets long." Alastor went back in.

A knock to the tune of Come On Eileen was on the door.

Alastor opens the door to see Charlie in her demon form.

"Hell-"

Alastor slams the door, and then open it again to see if he just saw that.

-o."

Alastor slams the door again. "Hey Husker?

"What?!" Husk asked.

"The Musical Demon is at the door!" Alastor nervously answered.

"Holy shit what?!" Husk drops the knife.

"Uh, who?" Niffty asked

"What should I do?" Alastor asked.

"Well, don’t let that bitch in!" Husk shouted

Alastor slowly opens the door.

"May I speak now?" Charlie asked.

"You may-" Alastor said.

"Charlie, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure. Excuse my visit, but I saw your riot on news and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance! Why, I haven’t been that entertained since the Great White show of 2003. Ah so many bodies." Charlie introduced

"Stop right there!" Husk pointed a M16 at Charlie. "I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you spunky, quirky, musical harlot!" Husk threatened.

Charlie laughs slightly, "Hon, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would have done so already...." spooky demonic stuff pops up and then goes away. "No, I’m here because I want to help!"

"Say what now?" Alastor asked.

"Help!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Um, you want to help?" Alastor asked.

"With this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it." Charlie exclaimed.

"Uh… why?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades! My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!"

"Does getting into a fist fight with a upstage reporter count as entertainment?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Absolutely, it's reality. After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!"

"So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Alastor asked.

Charlie laughs, "Ha no. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners! The chance given was the life they lived before; the punishment is this! There is no undoing what is done!"

"So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?" Alastor asked.

"Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure." Charlie stated.

"Right?" Alastor nervously asked.

"Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I…" Charlie exclaimed.

With Husk and Niffty.

"Ah, so uh, what’s the deal with Smiles over there?" Niffty asked.

"Wait, you’ve never heard of her before? You’ve been here longer than me!" Husk shouted.

"Only for a decade." Niffty replied.

"The Musical Demon, one of the most powerful fuckers Hell has ever seen?" Husk stated.

"Eh, not big on politics." Niffty answered.

"Some fuckin' time ago, Charlie was let out of Lucifer's castle she rampaged the fuck out of everything and then she started podcasting her carnage through fucking songs people started calling her, the music demon.. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Strange song and dense numbers would play on the radio paired with terrifying screams and cries for help. She'd force victims to join in and those who wouldn't or couldn't got the worst of it. Sinners started calling her the Musical Demon. (How fucking original!) Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled her to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: She’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos the likes of which we can’t risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased." Husk annoyingly exclaims.

"Bash ears much?" Niffty silently laughs, "She looks like a cinnamon roll princess!"

"Well, I don’t trust her!" Husk spat.

"To be fair, do you trust anyone?" Niffty asked. "Anyone."

Husk went to Alastor.

"Al, man, listen to me. You can’t believe this girl! She isn’t just a happy face! She’s a dealmaker, pure evil! She's Lucifer's daughter! She can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do. And we don't want that." Husk stated.

"I know she’s bad, and I know she probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in. I would be like them back then. Just trust me. I can take care of myself." Alastor stated.

"Alastor, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!" Shouted.

"Don’t worry, I picked up one thing from them. “Ya don’t take shit from rich folk!” Okay, so… Charlotte. You’re sketchy, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached." Alastor nervously said.

"So it’s a deal then?" Charlie asked.

Alastor takes a gulp before he shakes her burning hot hands. Her hand burns Alastor's hand like a hot stove. Alastor cries in pain.

Charlie let go of Alastor hand and went to Husk.

Alastor went to the fridge to get something to cool his hand.

"Smile, my boy! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!" Charlie stated. "So where is your hotel staff?" She asked.

"Uh, well…" Alastor points to Husk and Niffty with his good hand.

Husk growls.

"Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that." Charlie stated.

"And what can you do you quirky cutie?" Charlie asked Niffty.

"I can finger you to heaven." Niffty replied.

"Maybe not..." Charlie said.

"Your loss." Niffty stated.

"Well this just won’t do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!" Charlie snaps, which cleans the fireplace and light up a fire in it. Charlie then pulled out a tall and dark demon from the fireplace. Charlie then shake it a little to get rid of the soot which reveals our white and pink Spider Boi Angel Dust.

"This tall friend is Angel!" Charlie said.

"Hello, my name is angel, it been along time since I saw any guy... IS ANYONE HERE GAY!? sorry, that was rude... OH MY! this place is disgusting, it really need the fabulous touch, which is weird cause I'm sure at least one of you is gay..." Angel went all around the room with his 6 arms cleaning and remodeling everything.

Charlie snaps again.

A gray female demon was at a bar talking to a male demon, "Okay that will be $50 for a hand- wohhhhhh" All kinds of demonic shit goes around Vaggie "¿Que demonios?" Vaggie notices Charlie, "YOU!"

"Veggie sweat heart glad you could make it!" Charlie exclaims and then hugs

"Don't you veggie me! I was working!" Vaggie pushed Charlie away.

"Good to see you to!" Charlie laughed

"What do you want?" Vaggie asked.

"Well sweaty I'm doing some charity work and I took it upon my self to volunteer your Service!" Charlie answered.

"Are you joking!?" Vaggie asked.

"No, I don't think so! I thought you could be the new face of this fine establishment!" Charlie points to a pole. "With your fine smile and "past experience" this job was made for you!" Charlie stated.

"IM AINT DOING NO CHAIRTY WORK DO I LOOK LIKE SOME KIND OF A FUCKING JOKE!?" Vaggie shouted.

"Maybe, but don't worry,I can make it more rewarding, if you wish." Charlie projects all of the cute good times they had back then.

"What!? you can think you can buy me with a wink and some good memories!? Well you can!" Vaggie got up to the stage

"Hey hey, heyheyhey! NO! No pole dancing we're meant to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of… casino, brothel, man-cave-" Husk ranted.

Niffty jumps on Husk. "Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this." Niffty pointed to Vaggie. "Hey." Niffty flirted to Vaggie

"¡Vete a la mierda!" Vaggie said.

"Sounds sexy." Niffty flirted.

Alastor went up the the stage, "Hello there my scantily dressed friend! Welcome to this fine or at least with your help soon to be fine hotel!" Alastor introduced himself.

"I lost the ability to love years ago, so unless you got cash you're not worth my time." Vaggie stated.

"So, what do you think?" Charlie asked.

"This is the Bees Knees!" Alastor bellowed.

"It’s… fine." Husk stated.

Charlie went in for a hug with Alastor and Husk, "This is going to be very fun!" Charlie clears her throat and push Husk away. ♪ You have a dream ♪ ♪ You wish to tell ♪ ♪ And it’s just laughable ♪ ♪ But hey sir, what the hell! ♪ ♪ ‘Cause you’re one of a kind ♪ ♪ A charming pal! ♪ ♪ Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell ♪ ♪ Inside of every demon is a waste ♪ ♪ But we’ll dress ‘em up for now with just a smile! ♪ ♪ And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool ♪ ♪ With some old redemption flair ♪ ♪ And show these simpletons some proper class and style! ♪ ♪ Here below the ground ♪ ♪ I’m sure your plan is sound! ♪ ♪ They’ll spend a little time ♪ ♪ Down at this Hazbin Ho-- ♪

A explosion outside blast the door off and hit Angel.

Everyone walked out to see what was happening

"Ha! Well well well, look who it is harboring the musical freak! We meet yet again, Charlie!" Cherri shouted.

"Do I know you?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, yes you do! And this time, I have the element of- surprise!" Cherri maniacal laughs "I’m so evil!"

Charlie snaps to bring up her goat goons to destroy the ship.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa!" Cherri started to scream as the goats started to destroy her ship and murder her Cherrybois.

Two of the goats grab Cherri and threw her at the wall. "Oh, that hurt!" Cherri screams.

The Goats took control of the ship and pilot it into the cracks where they came from.

The ship explodes when it got into the crack.

"Well I’m starved! Who wants some cake? My father once showed me a wonderful recipe for cake! In fact, they named it after him! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Yes sir, this is the start of some real changes down here!" Charlie laughes

"The show starts! Now... Stay tuned." Charlie snaps changing the sign from, "Happy." to "Hazbin."

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Trouble in Paradise

Steve Harrington story (updated re-post)

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six - chapter seven

Chapter One - ‘Homecoming’

Word count: 3465

Warnings: smoking, drinking, pretty much just a bunch of teen angst (I didn’t sleep for three days writing this so the only real warning is to always stay hydrated and sleep)

Masterlist

I wasn’t bitter.

I kept telling myself that. I wasn’t bitter and I certainly wasn’t a bitch, even if Carol wanted to say otherwise. I just had that icky feeling I got.

It all seemed far too reminiscent of the Homecoming dance my junior year, when he’d asked out Holly Peterson and the pair had stood up on stage shamelessly sucking face with cheap plastic crowns on their heads for everyone to see, all the other cheerleaders swooning, the American high-school dream. I remembered the first half of the night, with Carol and the vodka she’d stolen from her mom’s (not so secret) hiding place. We were sitting on the ledge next to the sinks in the girls bathrooms while she did her mascara and her hair, listening to her bitch about Tommy and the cheer-team and practically every other person in our school. I’d had my dress pulled up to my knees, ruining all the creases, drinking as much as I could stomach to try and cover up that same icky feeling.

Carol was a friend out of convenience more than anything, a bitchy older sister who I let drag me around to parties to get drunk with. I had only really seen her have actual emotions a couple times that I could remember, once when Tommy cheated on her the first time and she’d cried all the way through 5th period, and the next after her brother told her he was joining the army. Other than that she was just Carol all the time. She was never really someone I wanted to spend time with but despite being one of the most popular girls in school she really didn’t have that many other friends. Ever since Kathy Gates caught her giving a blowjob to Kathy’s long-time boyfriend Pete, the whole crowd turned on her like an angry mob. On some level I kind of felt sorry for her, she was still a person after all and the whole thing had been him, not her, but at the end of the day Pete and Kathy exchanged their promise rings and Carol spent her time with me instead. Before I knew it, I was dragged into the whole charade right next to her, like the Wicked Witch of the East and the Wicked Witch of the West: the twisted sisters of Hawkins high.

“And like she’s got this smile like she thinks she’s fucking better than me all because she’s vegetarian!” she was saying, adding about the millionth coat of mascara to her eyelid.

“That’s total horseshit, I saw her eating a cheeseburger like last week,” I replied, jumping down from the ledge next to her and straightening out my dress.

The dizzying air full of hairspray and perfume was nauseating in itself. Music was already playing in the sports hall, the drums from Venus by Bananarama echoing along the corridors, reminding me painfully of the whole bullshit scene that awaited me back at the dance. It took a couple seconds to realise just how drunk I was after standing up, almost going over on my ankle, trying to walk in my borrowed pair of sequined high-heels. Carol was cackling as she watched me.

“Way to be a light-weight, Y/n!”

“I’m fine,” I protested, pushing fingers over my scalp to try and give my hair a little more volume. I had looked better in the car but this would have to do.

“You look like shit,” She said, continuing to laugh. I gave her a dark look as she took the vodka from me with a face like the Cheshire Cat. “I don’t know what the fuck your being a bitch about though, Clark obviously wants to screw you,” She said before taking a drink.

Clark was my date that night, a senior and a douche. He wasn’t the type of douche Carol would hang around with though, he was a kind of pretentious douche, he went to college parties, smoked Marlboros, he’d read Bukowski’s ‘love is a dog from hell’ and now he thought he was the shit, I had talked to him once at a pool party in the suburbs and figured just as much. Carol liked him because he had friends who were in college, I only really liked him because he had good weed. To be honest there was really only one reason why he was my date though.

Steve fucking hated him.

Even the memory of that way of thinking still made me feel ill. It had always felt pathetic. Every girl in the whole school was looking at Steve the same way I was and that made me sick to my stomach. There was a big part of me that wanted to scream that he wasn’t even that great. Sure, he had the hair and the looks and the charm, but the guy was a dufus, a total airhead, he was barely making it through high school and he wasn’t even smart enough to care.

I had known him longer than I could remember, guessing that we must have first met in kindergarten some time, growing up in that same small town world right beside each other our whole lives. Somehow always reflecting the other, like parallel lines that only really crossed during games of tag or dress up, or when he used to pretend to be a wizard or a knight, wielding a twig as if it were a sword to fight off all kinds of mythical beasts: a childish fantasy, foreshadowing a nightmare that would come to life just a decade later. In elementary school I would let him use my pencil sharpener and borrow my sacred coloured pens even though we weren’t that close. In middle school I had helped him with his English assignment when he never even bothered to finish reading the book, he called me a genius that day and it made me blush. He tried out for the basketball team and kissed Macy Johnson behind the bleachers the same day I got my first period and choked on my first cigarette, one that I had been given by one of the older girls as right of passage. In Freshman year I stood in the halls and listened to the story of how the newly appointed ‘king Steve’ had lost his virginity to a sophomore, while he ate rice pudding out of a little plastic cup in the cafeteria and read a poem I had written anonymously in the school paper, arguing with Tommy that he thought it was actually ‘pretty good’.

It wasn’t until I had been raked into the whole Carol business that we really started hanging out though, with her and Tommy playing tonsil tennis every minute they were within reach of one another, leaving me and Steve to sit and talk about ‘whatever’ to fill the time.

It was those nights at his house, sitting at the edge of his pool or in his car talking about just life or getting high or drunk or just sitting that made me realise how much I really liked him. Not just some school girl crush like in the 8th grade but actually knowing him and seeing him and thinking he was magic.

I liked to think he was different with me, as sad as that sounded, that I'd gotten to meet the ‘real’ Steve not just the douchebag facade, but that kind of thinking only breaks hearts faster. Carol didn’t know about any of it at that point, at least I hadn’t told her about it, but that night at homecoming was sort of the end of our sisterhood, at least as it was back then.

“Clark would screw a fucking lamppost if it laughed at his jokes,” I replied, giving her a look.

“Yeah but he’s cute though so why not?” Carol said easily.

“I’m not in the mood”.

“You’re never in the goddamn mood! I mean Jesus, I’ve got Tommy, Steve’s got Holly, if you’re planning to ditch Clark you’re just gonna’ look dumb!” That was the thing with Carol, she always had a picture in her head. What she wanted people to see. What she wanted all the other cheerleaders looking over at her to see and be jealous. I was her ‘best friend’ but I was more like an accessory.

The mention of Holly brought bile up in my throat again, making me wince, the icky feeling coming back, “I need another drink”.

Carol had pulled me back to the sports hall not long after that, happy with how she looked now. The sight that awaited was not a happy one, however, someone having clearly succeeded in spiking the punch. The whole room descending into a chaotic mess of filth; sweat, saliva, and showering glitter, with every other couple seemingly attached at the mouth.

It took no time before Carol and Tommy were all over each other already and something about that made me feel even more sick than before. Clark had been waiting around at the door talking to some girl, he was saying something about how he’d not been to a school dance in years, he thought he was too good for them. It took me a while to spot Steve in the crowd, whispering something in Holly’s ear while he handed her a drink and she played with his hair. He looked great. The whole thing was a disaster.

“You guys wanna go outside for a smoke or something?”

“Sure, baby,” Carol had replied to Tommy sweetly, at whatever point during the dance, leading the group outside into the night.

We were a motley crew, hiding behind the bike sheds round the corner of school to smoke. Avoiding the teachers, making us feel like adults for once, high on teen rebellion. Tommy and Carol just continued to feel each other up, holding cigarettes between their fingers now as well. Clark looked pretty put out, I almost wanted to just tell him to go talk to that girl again but Carol had told him to come and now all he was doing was standing around awkwardly trying to look cool while I gritted my teeth and bit down harshly, ignoring him and smoked my cigarette.

Holly was still giggling at all of Steve’s stupid fucking jokes, fluttering her eyelashes in her nauseating powder-pink cardigan. I had heard them all before too many times to count, each time somehow worse than the last.

“Hey, are you okay?” Clark’s voice broke me out of my enraged trance.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He pointed at his lip, indicating mine. I'd been biting it again, so hard it had started bleeding. I swore to myself, trying to wipe it away.

“I’m fine, it’s just a habit.” He looked sceptical.

“Again?” Steve laughed, coming closer to hand me a tissue with a goofy grin and a cigarette between his teeth. A few nights prior I had bust my lip on the side of Steve’s pool after falling flat on my face. I had been pissed off with him that night but he was used to it, he probably just thought Carol was driving me nuts again. He hadn’t even laughed when I had fallen, just scrambled quickly over to me in a string of swears and curses, asking if I was alright and helping me to my feet.

The rest of the school week had been spent with him nagging me every two seconds that I needed to “quit biting at it, Y/n. It’s never gonna heal if you keep biting it like that” all while Holly stood next to him, fawning over him, hand on the back of his head running fingers through his hair.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s nothing,” I reassured, dabbing at the blood. I couldn't even feel the pain through the buzz, the blood was the only problem.

Holly gasped, hands coming up to her face, “oh no! She’s got blood on her dress!”

“Shit!” The dress wasn’t mine, it was a rental, and they were never going to accept it back looking like that.

“Hey, it’s fine you can get that shit out with like baking soda, right?” Clark said.

Steve scoffed. “What are you, man, a serial killer?”

Steve had never liked Clark so when he had rocked up to the dance with me hanging on his arm Steve hadn’t been impressed, whispering to me under his breath that I “could do better than that douchebag” not because he liked me or anything but just because I was his friend. He had said before that I was the only friend he had who he could have a real conversation with. We were just kind of like that. I didn’t like Holly either and I had told him just as much, he had just put it down to me having a thing against cheerleaders, I always said I thought they were all too uptight.

“What the fuck is your problem, asshole?” Clark bit back, Steve loving finally getting a raise out of him, he’d finally hit the gold he’d been digging for all night.

“Look, just drop it, Clark,” I cut in before Steve could say anything more and cause a scene.

“No, I’m not gonna just drop it, Y/n. I came out here with you for a good time and all I get is this moron riding my ass the whole night!” He said, gesturing to Steve.

“Leave then, man, go talk to Sadie fucking Lawson, that’s what you really wanna do,” steve sang back.

It was then that Carol broke her silence.

“Holy fucking shit!” her eyes were wide as she wiped her mouth, stepping forwards and looking right back at me, “I just figured it out!”

She looked at Steve and then back again. I let in a sharp breath.

“What the fuck are you talking about Carol?” Steve said exasperatedly. She was just laughing now. I closed my eyes, I knew what was coming.

“You don’t wanna fuck Clark, because you wanna fuck Steve!”

“What?” Tommy cut in, holding her arm and turning to look between us, he started to laugh too, “Oh my god. You’re right!”

I sighed, they were drunk, they were just drunk.

“Look, shut up, man. That’s obviously not true!” Steve was saying awkwardly, looking over at me cautiously, “Right, Y/n?”

When I didn’t immediately reply Carol and Tommy burst into more laughter, making my guts churn. It was like someone was suffocating me from the inside and stabbing me all at once, and all I could do was stand there and look into Steve’s painfully oblivious eyes.

“‘Course not, they’re just drunk,” I finally breathed out, running a hand through my hair and avoiding his eyes again.

“Bull-shit!” Carol yelled.

“Shut the fuck up, Carol,” I had snapped, feeling tears stinging at my eyes, the vodka pushing my emotions right to the surface, with a vengeance. She stopped laughing after that.

“What did you say to me?”

“I said, shut up.” It was a simple answer, that was silently begging her to just ‘stop’. But she didn't, taking a step towards me.

“Hey woah- woah, calm down, okay?” Steve brought his hands up between the two of us. Carol and I had fought before and it was never pretty. People at the dance had started to wonder over now too, after hearing all the ruckus. A crowd of spectators forming around the spot, drawing more attention.

It felt like the whole of Hawkins high was watching my life fall apart.

Over a year later I had still never quite managed to live it down, the whole school somehow burying my friendship with Carol in a night. We hadn't spoken again after the fight, which had somehow escalated so far that she had tried to rip out a chunk of my hair. I had stopped hanging out with her altogether the next day.

At one point she had called me late at night saying she missed me, but I knew that if I brought it up in person she would pretend it had never happened. But over the course of our high school lives we still went to the same parties and now, in senior year, the whole thing felt just like dé jà vu.

“You still like him, don’t you?” She was yelling over the music, drunk out of her mind.

Steve was dancing with Nancy Wheeler this time, dressed as Joel and Lana from Risky Business. The perfect couple to all appearances. The perfect couple, perfectly happy.

“You’re such a bitch, Y/n,” she slurred when I ignored her, repeating herself for about the fifth time that night. “Has anyone seen Tommy?”

“God! Carol, he’s an ass!” One of her new friends, Nicole, was groaning beside me. I guessed they had broken up again but I didn’t really care.

“Yeah, but I miss him,” she pouted, steadying herself on the sink and sliding herself across the tiled floor of Tina’s kitchen.

"I miss Steve,” I thought aloud, taking another sip of that weird drink and wincing. I really was that drunk, huh?

“Steve’s an ass!” The friend stated confidently.

I thought back to the Byers house last year, the demogorgon ripping through the wall and Steve hurling himself at it with no hesitation.

“He’s not so bad.” I shrugged.

Carol laughed. “He’s totally an ass!”

I liked to think I had changed a lot in a year, but Carol hadn’t. It was almost comforting. At least some things hadn’t changed. Despite Hawkins lab and inter-dimensional beings trying to eat everyone's face off, Carol was still the same-old Carol.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend anyway? Weren’t you dating some college guy, uhh... Pete something?” Nicole asked, leaning closer. She certainly seemed to know a lot more about me than I knew about her.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I answered with a grimace. In truth Pete was barely even a friend, sure I had slept with him but that had mostly just been because I had been drunk and he had been there, even if he was total dogshit in the sack. He sort of reminded me of Jonathan Byers when I first met him, he had a similar demeanour, granted a bit more put together, but mostly just watched a lot of Japanese horror movies. He didn’t keep to himself as much as Byers did though.

I had been surprised when Jonathan showed up at the Halloween party, when he told me Nance had invited him I was even more surprised. I hadn’t spoken to either of them at all since last year, I had seen him at the record store on Main Street a couple times, or in the halls at school and smiled, but that was it. The year before had left us all pretty broken, all starting when Jonathan’s brother had gone missing. A couple weeks later I cut my hand, heard a noise and thought nothing of it only to be woken up by something coming through the wall above my bed. I hit it with my bedside lamp at first, screaming at the top of my lungs, but it had done nothing, not even a scratch, so I ran out, still screaming like hell. The neighbours hadn’t heard me, they were in florida.

There was a quilted blanket my nana had given us lying out in the living room that night and when I hit the bottom of the stairs I had somehow kicked it into the fireplace on accident, the whole room going up in seconds. Whatever that thing had been, it had crawled back to where it came from, cowering away from the flames.

When the police and the firefighters showed up they thought I was insane, told me I must have been hallucinating from all of the smoke. Nobody believed me, not one, not until I spoke to Jonathan.

A year later here we all were, all four of us who had been there, signed the NDA's and everything, bound to secrecy. All in the same room but never further apart. Jonathan met my eyes across the room, he had been watching Steve and Nancy with just as much jealousy and disdain as I had, cradling a red solo-cup and a growing ball of hatred in my gut.

I hated to admit any of it, hated myself for still liking Steve, hated him for becoming less of an asshole, but most of all I hated that this time it was different.

This time he was in love.

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Run to Paradise {Nikki Sixx} Part 9

9. mutually assured destruction is a girl’s best friend

Chapter Summary: songs are written, loopholes are found, it’s the start of something.... yeah i don’t know what adjective to add. is it something good? bad? indescribable? only time will tell.

Warnings: drinking, posting at 6am so quality might be an issue lmao

Notes: a highkey vince/lola chapter but also soft nikki/lola moment

ragtag bunch of misfits: @starlalove @marvelismylifffe @lilytalebi@inthebackofmycarlaytheirbodies @dramatique-moi @missqueeniewrites@calspixie @aryssav @catsoo12 @sweetshutter @silvertonguedserpent@shamelessobsessions @lavenderbones22 @keepcalm-and-beyou@scarecrowmax

{masterlist}

Nikki's already got a setlist's worth of songs half-written before he'd even met Tommy, so in the weeks between the band's formation and their first proper gig, it's not hard to put their sound together. Lola moves in and out of the band's space with a practiced ease, becoming a fixture at rehearsals, that is, when she's not at work, or at the gym, or a gig. Sometimes if she's working the Whiskey, they'll join her after practice, or in a break if they're bored enough.

She knows their songs well enough to hum along in the shower, knows enough about music to form an opinion about the bands she hears at the Whiskey.

Lola's really come to enjoy the nights when the band visits her while she's roadie-ing for another band, if only because she revels in the vaguely jealous, side-eye glances girls in the bar will give her, and because she'll get her job done while the band talks amongst themselves around her; it's not technically gossip, but she quietly enjoys being privy to little band secrets.

And she enjoys spilling those secrets the moment the information becomes pertinent.

"Fuck, they're awful;" Tommy's lip is curled in disgust, watching in horror as the stiff and bright synthpop band end one middling song and start up another, barely interacting with the crowd, or even acknowledging them, focused more on their instruments than their stage presence. The music was nothing to write home about it, but the crowd seemed to like them well enough.

"Yeah but they're making bank," Lola's not even watching the band, instead gazing idly at the crowd with mild interest. Her gin and tonic is stronger than it probably should be, but that's just a perk of being friends with the bartender, "they're in talks with a label from Seattle, ain't that right?" She grins at the bartender behind the bar, who's drying a glass and looking a little uncomfortable being brought into the conversation. He confirms as much, though he doesn't know about the Seattle bit is true, says there's even a scout for the label there tonight. That gets their attention.

Bit by bit, the band, along with other folks who frequented bars around town, come to recognise Lola as a woman in the know around The Strip. She knows who's playing where, where after parties are being held, and who's going, but most importantly, at least to Nikki, who even now has his sights set high, who's getting deals.

He always grumbles after she tells him, because there's been such a push for synthpop on the radio and he's sick of it. Complains that it's not real music. Asks her why she even works with them when he knows she hates their music as much as he does. Fixing him with her sweetest, most harmless smile, Lola shrugs, and puts on her best valley girl accent, because she knows how much it annoys him.

"Well when I'm with the band I drink for free," she fake giggles a little, "and I'm also the only one in this house paying rent, so, like... I'll take whatever fucking jobs I can get." She fixes him with a pointed stare, smile turning a little poisonous. Nikki rolls his eyes. Honestly, Lola doesn't actually begrudge him that much; the place isn't that expensive, it's barely habitable as it is, and work keeps her busy; her day job sees her as the manager of the shitty hotel she'd started working at all those years ago, and moonlighting as a roadie has more benefits than detractors, easily.

But she likes the nights during the week where she doesn't have to work, doesn't have to go anywhere or do anything, but the band has practice. From the moment she met him, she knew Nikki was the sort of person to have good taste in music, and thankfully that extended to the stuff he wrote.

He seems to always be muttering lyrics to himself, hunched over his notebook, plucking out bass lines in the middle of the afternoon, always working on the next song. He doesn't talk about what they're about or who they're for, not a lot. Some are pretty self evident; Live Wire and Take Me To The Top weren't exactly too hard to decipher, but then she hears him tentatively singing the lyrics to Starry Eyes, to a melody he's trying out, and it hits her square in the chest.

"What's that one about?" She asks, sprawling out on the sofa after getting home from the gym, picking up the notebook from the table that he was frowning at as he picked out a riff on his bass.

"I - it just came to me," he sounds focused, a little far away, but he won't meet her eyes. She puts the book back down, doesn't push the subject and mostly believes him, and lays back to take a nap, listening as Nikki figures out how he wants the song to go.

But when she closes her eyes, she sees the stars out the window that night that felt like years ago, when it's really only months, she sees the way smoke hung in the air as Nikki passed her a the cigarette he'd lit a few moments before.

"Where do you even wanna go, Lo?" He asks, an arm around her, taking the cigarette back from her as she considers his words, holds the smoke in her lungs, frowning.

"Whaddya mean?" She asks in a rush, breathing the smoke out and shifting against him, moving so she could rest her chin on his chest, resting her arm over his stomach.

"Like- what do you want to do? You don't wanna be a roadie forever, you gonna join a band? Be a dancer or something? Get a shitty little desk job? Do you think about the future or any shit like that?" When he looks at her, sure his eyes are a little glassy, they're both sort of out of it, but no more than any other night, but he's tapping out a rhythm on her hip and Lola presses a smile against his chest at the question, dropping her gaze.

"'course I do," she half laughs, "dude, I'm having the time of my life, shit can only go up from here; just gotta pick the right band at the right time and I could go anywhere I wanted." And then she's looking at him again, something soft in her eyes that Nikki doesn't want to think about too hard. She gives him a squeeze, a cheeky smile. "That's why I picked you."

"London's fucking falling apart," Nikki dismisses, leaning his head back against the headboard, grimacing before taking another drag.

"I didn't say I picked London," Lola rests her cheek against his chest, following the statement with a yawn, "I mean, at least until something better comes along," and it's mostly a joke, but Nikki can't help but scoff.

"Yeah right," he mutters, "nice to know you're just using me for a free ride when I make it big." His heart's not in it, and she can hear the amused smile in his voice despite his words.

"I'm also using you for your body," shooting for nonchalant in order to really sell the bit, there's only a beat before they both start laughing, loud and bright and unselfconcious. Lola's giggling through half-hearted apologies, propping herself up on her elbow, but Nikki likes having her close, likes her skin against his, and pulls her on top of him, kissing her to quiet her unneeded apologies. When he pulls back, she's still laughing a little, and he presses the cigarette gently to her lips, holding it as she breathes in. It's surprisingly intimate, and he stubs out the cigarette on the ash tray by the bedside table.

Tipping her head back, she watches the smoke hang in the air, threading her fingers through Nikki's hair as he presses his lips to her collar, and the memory fades to darkness.

And when she wakes up later that night, she wonders if he thinks of that night, or if he can remember it.

Then she wonders when Tommy arrived, since he's sitting in the armchair holding a steady conversation with Nikki, who's in the kitchen, the both of them drinking beers.

"How long have you been here?" She grumbles, rubbing sleep from her eyes to partially hide her grin at the way Tommy jumped in the chair.

"Fuck, dude, when did you wake up?" He asks, eyes wide. Lola yawns.

"Now; seriously, why didn't anyone wake me?"

"I dunno man, you live here I figured you can sleep wherever you want and it's not really any of my business." Tommy shrugs helplessly, and takes a swig from his beer. Lola lets out a low hum and looks around the room, propping herself up a little, frowning. The notebook on the table is sitting open to a set of chords for Too Fast For Love. Huh.

After she starts making conversation with Tommy, she doesn't even remember what she'd been thinking about before her nap. He never outright says he wrote anything for her, but she has her suspicions. Though half the time Nikki's insistent that he didn't write about anything or anyone specific, but Lola still smirks like she doesn't believe him, press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth as he frowns and doubles down on his argument despite the fact she hadn't said anything.

She likes getting him riled up, flustered, though she still hasn't been able to tell him that she's slept with Vince. It's not that she's worried about what he'll do; he can't kick her out since he doesn't pay rent, and it's probably not the catalyst for a fight that would ruin their entire friendship. No, her fear lies in the fact that he's so damn excited about this band and she doesn't want to potentially ruin it before it even gets out of the starting gate.

Except that it's also sort of none of his business?

He's not the dictator of who she can and cannot sleep with, and technically - technically, she reasons - she only promised not to sleep with Tommy. Which she hasn't. Actually, she's started forming fast friendships with the band; Tommy's the easiest, much to her surprise he's bringing out mannerisms in her that she thought had died when she left home the first time; mentions of life behind a white picket fence that have her nostalgic and a little bit aching in equal measures. It's easy to be open around him, it's easy to be honest, and to smile like nothing bad had ever happened to her.

Where Nikki thinks life is a war, to be actively fought, Tommy seems to think life is a rollercoaster, and that he's just along for the ride. Part of Lola wishes she could be that blase about the world.

But then there's Mick, world weary and also just plain weary; he's known 'girls like Lola' and seems to want very little to do with her when he first meets her.

"The fuck does that mean?" She's already defensive, sitting on the arm of the sofa beside Tommy where they'd been figuring out the name of the band. Mick takes a long sip of his beer, casting his glowering gaze around the others. Nikki's the only one who's really paying attention, smirking and amused, while Tommy's drawing something in his notebook and Vince seems to have zoned out.

"You know exactly what I mean, girlie." Is all he says. Nikki stifles a laugh.

"Oh piss off, geezer," she snaps, and storms off to the bedroom, throwing - "and fuck you too, Sixx," over her shoulder as Nikki can't hold in his laughter anymore.

Mick asks if she's always going to be around, and Nikki's smile edges from amused to fond as he says that she's going to be their roadie. Mick sighs very deeply. He does, however, form a grudging respect for her once the band stops by early to see her at work, for everyone's benefit but Nikki, who'd seen her at work many times. She's ruthlessly efficient and follows directions well; Mick has much less of a problem with her after that, and at Nikki and Tommy's behest, Lola's kind to him in return.

And, well, things with Vince start innocent. Sort of. He's so easy to befriend, loud and bright, such a natural performer, entertainer, a social butterfly. But it's like he's trying to get her to like him, gives her offhanded compliments, something about her earrings, or her jacket, maybe her boots, perfectly fine and innocent, but Lola knows. It's there in his grin after she does a goofy pose to show off whatever he's drawn attention to, there in his pleased little smile after she pays him a compliment of her own. They trade teasing remarks until the teasing becomes flirting, well, flirting with an edge; Lola doesn't seem to do things without an edge much anymore.

And that suited Vince just fine.

It only takes a week and a half for him to realise that there was nothing formal, nothing relationship-esque between Lola and Nikki, and she's a damn breath of fresh air compared to Beth. And so when the band goes to scout out the competition, the bands that Lola roadies for, he knows a few things are guaranteed. Mick claims to have no interest and finds the darkest corner to haunt, Nikki is almost always glowering at the band, seeing as how they're almost universally not his style, and therefore terrible in his eyes, and Tommy's watching the girls in the mosh, and drinks until he's pretty sure he won't feel it if he gets slapped, before ditching the band for whatever pretty girl will agree to fuck him in the bathroom. Vince would probably join him on any other night, or be with Beth, but he likes this game of whatever it is they're playing.

He's still not quite sure of the nature of her relationship with Nikki, judging by how discrete she keeps things, but it seems to be something she's good at, and honestly, Vince won't complain. So he's got his hand on her thigh, and she's playing devil's advocate for the band that Nikki's glaring at, though the bassist is too revolted to argue back, so it falls on Vince to try and defend his bandmate's stance. Nikki joins Mick after about fifteen minutes, only staying to humour Tommy.

"You only hate them because you know you'd look better than they do in the same clothes," Lola's smile is all teeth, sharp and amused, and Vince scoffs, though he's smiling at the slight compliment, his thumb rubbing soft circles against her thigh; it's the third time they've come by, and Vince is pretty sure it's just an excuse to drink at somewhere that's not the grubby little flat. Usually she'd be in jeans, but it was close to the middle of summer, and she'd forgone the jeans for a skirt, and it felt like there was something different about tonight even beyond that.

"No shit, I absolutely would, but there's no way I'd be caught dead in that-"

"That's rich," she turns sharply on the barstool to face him, and he was close enough that now he's standing practically between her legs, "given some of the costumes you lot have come up with," and there's no malice, nothing but a teasing edge to her words, leaning one elbow on the bartop.

"We look like rockstars, like real rockstars;" he's got both his hands on her thighs now, and Lola looks like she's biting back a laugh at his rather genuine indignance, "they look like Jackson Pollock's neon nightmare." He watches her for a reaction, but the reference passes right over her head, brow furrowing a little in confusion, "they look awful." He clarified, leaning in a little, "and babe, they sound it too." His voice is low, obviously feeling bold as his nails graze higher until he's brushing at the hem of her skirt and that's enough to bring Lola back into the conversation, in a manner of speaking.

Looking over her shoulder, Lola's eyes are quick to spot Nikki heading from the bar, tailed by a weary looking Mick, and when she looks back, her smile is dangerous.

"We've probably got about ten minutes before he stops ranting to Mick and realises he's left you and Tommy behind, and that he can't finish practice without you," she says, with the air of someone who's been through this far too often. Vince's brow creases, and he leans back a little.

"Are you guys together?" He asks, not necessarily antsy, just curious. Lola rolls her eyes, and already that's answer enough.

"We fuck but there's nothing romantic about it," she snorts, though she avoids his gaze; it's the first time she's admitted it out loud to anyone, really, "I just promised not to fuck around with his band again." She chuckles, before her eyes meet his, like she's challenging him, like she's daring him to call out her history. Instead, he steps into her space, smirking, a hand holding her jaw.

"He's gonna have to deal with it, because the band's gonna be great; and this?" He's surprisingly gentle when he kisses her, tasting like beer and smelling like hairspray and she's got her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, "this isn't any of his damn business."

Ten minutes isn't a lot of time for anything, but it's enough time for Lola to locate the side door of the pub and to get on her knees in the breezy summer air with Vince's hands fisted in her hair. She makes herself scarce once he's come and Nikki's looking for the two member of the group he'd left behind; she's too giddy to not look guilty.

When she comes home at the end of the night, well past midnight, Mick's gone home and the other three are laying about, drinking and deciding on whether or not to see if someone better was playing further along The Strip.

"No afterparty tonight?" Nikki asks, and Lola gives him a little, subdued smile, leaning against the back of the armchair where Vince was slouched, though she's pointedly not looking at him.

"Nope, I'm calling it early; they had four quad boxes and no damn upper body strength between them."

Both Nikki and Tommy booed as a show of support, and Vince joins in with them as they're calling the band a string of probably unwarranted insults, and Lola laughs, soft and actually a little endeared, heading to the bathroom to wipe of her makeup.

"Fuck, alright whatever, I'm gonna call it a night too, see you guys at practice," Nikki stands and stretches, nodding to the other two. Vince hums something about calling Beth from the payphone to pick him up, and Tommy asks for a ride home, and they're vacating not long after, calling out goodbyes to both Nikki and Lola.

Things don't feel much different the next day. She and Vince share an amused little smile as she shuffles about the apartment half-asleep when the guys arrive for rehearsal. She's wearing one of Nikki's shirts that shows off a dark hickey on her collar that hadn't been there yesterday, and Nikki's got a matching one on his hip that Vince only spots when he reaches for a beer in the cabinet over the sink - the kitchen layout continues to baffle everyone but Nikki and Lola - and his shirt comes up enough to expose it.

Vince thinks he's coming to realise what Mick means when he says 'girls like Lola', but, honestly, he can't for the life of him figure out why that's a bad thing.

#nikki sixx #vince neil #the dirt #the dirt imagine #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x oc #nikki x lola #vince neil imagine #vince neil x oc #tommy lee #mick mars #motley crue #motley crue imagine #the angry lizard writes

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runs-in-the-family · 6 years ago

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Prompt: their first kiss after admitting to each other they're attracted to one another

Sorry for the delay, life gets in the way. So I hope this suits. My version of this scenario kinda already exists over on ao3 but I tried to make this one a) shorter and b) less depressing. Both attempts were marginally successful.

The rumour was born in the girls bathroom. When enough of the school’s female populace had recounted similar stories of disinterested trysts in the back of his Camaro, assumptions started being made about why Billy Hargrove was the way he was. Initially an in-joke among select girls, soon it spread. Suddenly, threads were being connected and stories surfaced of distant cousins from California who, through wholly improbable twists of fate, would somehow not only know Billy Hargrove, but would be able to confirm, without doubt, that everything was true. Eventually, the boys locker room became an echo chamber of stifled laughter and forced coughs used to mask the word “faggot”.

Steve would watch him bristle at the utterance, eyes cast to the ground and shoulders bunched defensively. He’d never jump to Billy’s defence. He’d never offer a sympathetic look or even the briefest moment of eye contact. Not joining in, he told himself, was enough. That was harder to believe when he’d catch sight of the tears in Billy’s eyes.

When the other guys refused to shower with him, Steve thought that maybe Billy would start biting back. He’d half-hoped to watch him punch some guy’s lights out or verbally strip them all down until they issued frightened apologies. Instead, Billy quit the team. Steve was the only one who didn’t laugh when someone said they should hose down his old locker, in case the next guy caught something.

He’d eat his lunch alone, behind the bleachers. That was when the stories started about his predilection for sucking guys off back there after football games. Of course, no one ever mentioned who these guys were. The slightest bit of investigation would make it all too easy to disprove and, by this time, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves far too much for the truth to potentially ruin it all.

What killed Steve more than anything was that Billy just took it.

One evening, after hours of cramming in the library, Steve left the school and found himself confronted with an unexpected night sky. Finals-induced stress had clearly warped his internal clock. Only a handful of cars remained in the parking lot and the Beemer sat almost achingly far from the building.

He set off on his trek but only made it halfway across the lot before a faint, repetitive gasping caught his attention.

Off to the left, a blue Camaro was parked under the orange glow of a parking lot spot light. The light was almost ineffectual, barely enough to illuminate the entirety of the car, but it was enough for Steve to make out the graffiti on the hood. And on the doors. And to see the broken driver’s side window.

This was a new low for them.

Sitting just outside the shaft of light was a figure, on the ground, head buried in his hand, shoulders shaking. Steve was half way to the beaten-up car before he even realised he’d changed course.

To his surprise, Billy didn’t try to cover up his tears when he copped Steve’s arrival. Instead, he lifted his gaze just short of Steve’s own and addressed him like his eyes weren’t streaming.

“The fuck do you want, Harrington?”

Steve skimmed over the crudely written slurs decorating the car. He was pretty sure he recognised Tommy’s work.

“Harrington!” Billy called out, louder than before.

His attention snapped back. He struggled for a moment to find anything good enough to say.

“You need some help?” He asked, weakly.

Billy’s eyes fell shut. Even in the half-light, Steve could make out the dampness of his lashes and the quake in his lip.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” He scoffed. “How’re you gonna fix it?”

“I didn’t say I could fix it.” Steve shuffled awkwardly, wishing he knew what his plan had been when he’d started walking over. “I just…if you need a ride or –”

The laughter that erupted from Billy almost scared him. It seemed forced and manic and not dissimilar to the cackle Steve had heard that night at Jonathan’s. What was different, what made it less menacing, were the tears that continued to roll down his cheeks as he threw his head back. As it subsided, Billy opened his eyes and stared up at Steve, blue irises surrounded by a roaring red.

“Lemme guess. You’re hoping I’m so grateful that I drop down and suck that pretty boy cock of yours?” Buried beneath the tears, Billy’s signature bite worked it’s way through. “Believe me, Harrington, you’re not the first one to offer.”

Taken aback, Steve had no idea how to respond. Billy seemed to pick up on his shock.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You’d be surprised how quickly guys start swarming around the school faggot when they think they can get away with it. Fucking team won’t shower with me but half the motherfuckers’ve tried to make a move on me when no one’s around.”

Billy rubbed at his eyes, tears no longer falling but still clinging stubbornly to his lashes.

“You know, I might’ve said yes to some of them.” He sniffed. “If shit was different.”

The casual delivery made Steve wonder if Billy realised what he’d just admitted to. It was, as far as Steve knew, the closest to a confirmation anyone at school had received that he was actually gay.

“I wasn’t going to…make a move.”

A small smile flickered across Billy’s face. It came and went in an instant but it caught Steve hard.

“Shame.” He said, simply.

The remark sent a small jolt down Steve’s neck.

“Why’s that?” He asked, before he could stop himself.

Another smile appeared, this one far more forced.

“Come on, Harrington.” Billy cooed. “I can tell the others to go fuck themselves but if you came asking?”

He gave him a once over.

“Pretty little brunette with those those lips.” He hissed. “Might be a little harder to say no to.”

Steve couldn’t tell whether or not Billy was fucking with him. He’d thought, given that he’d found him in what he perceived to be a moment of need, that they might manage a real, honest exchange. Whether that was even possible with Billy, Steve didn’t know. He was willing to try though.

“I’m sorry.” He said, trying not to focus on the last comment.

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned back against the car.

“What, I got you to thank for the new paint job?” He rapped a knuckle against an off-white ‘faggot’ dashed across the door.

“No, I –”

“It’s okay, Harrington.” Billy stared off into the empty car park. “I know you didn’t do it.”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.” Steve rubbed at the nape of his neck anxiously. “I’m sorry I didn’t stick up for you.”

Another vaguely manic laugh spilled from Billy. The humour didn’t seem to reach his eyes, though.

“You think I need you defending me?” He asked, mockingly.

Weeks of mounting anger, not only with Billy’s treatment but with his complete lack of reaction to it, started to rise in Steve’s gut.

“Well you’re sure as shit not sticking up for yourself.” He snapped, harsher than he’d intended.

The only response was an exhausted smile and a shake of the head.

“No point.” Billy said, listlessly. “Trust me.”

Steve’s anger spiked again. He’d known it had been brewing, every time he’d heard another piece of gossip or watched Billy silently take another round of abuse, but he hadn’t known how intense it had been until now.

“Christ, come on!” He yelled, losing himself slightly. “You don’t need to take this shit, you know that, right? Most of those guys are pussies, if you just – ”

“What?” Billy interjected, turning from the darkness to finally meet Steve’s eye. “Beat the shit out of them? You gonna explain everything to my dad after I get suspended? Cause I don’t feel like trying to convince him I didn’t get gang banged by my old basketball team or whatever the fuck they’re saying now. Cause I guarantee you, Harrington, that whatever he hears, whatever bullshit they’re coming up with, he’s gonna believe it over whatever I’ve got to say.”

Billy bit down on his lip, trying to force back the tears returning to his eyes. The sight compelled Steve to push his anger aside.

“Trust me.” Billy repeated. “Fighting it doesn’t help.”

The tone told him that Billy spoke from experience.

Taking a deep breath, Steve moved closer and slowly lowered himself to the ground next to Billy. They stayed in silence for a solid minute before he worked up the nerve to ask.

“When did you know? That you liked guys?”

Billy went rigid for a second. He shook himself loose fairly quickly but Steve still caught the tension.

“Few years ago, I guess.” He shrugged. “Probably knew before that but…didn’t know. Didn’t get what it was. Or something.”

Billy threw a glance his way.

“You?”

Steve’s mouth dropped open and snapped shut several times. The reaction made Billy grin.

“Come on.” He goaded. “Don’t pretend you haven’t had some dirty little dream about…Emilio Estevez or some shit.”

Steve bit down on his cheek, begging it to stop blushing.

“God…” He laughed nervously. “I haven’t…”

His ramblings halted when Billy raised one knowing eyebrow. The look somehow managed to be both smug and oddly reassuring. When he spoke again, Steve felt inexplicably relieved, safer than he had in months.

“Rob Lowe.” He clarified, face burning up. “You know, uh, The Outsiders?”

Another laugh slipped past Billy’s lips, this one more genuine.

“Sure.” He nodded. “I get it.”

“It was just once.” Steve said hurriedly, suddenly regretting his decision to share. “It wasn’t even…I mean, I didn’t…”

“Make a mess?” Billy offered, eyes reclaiming their usual bold glint.

Both the remark and the smile with which it was delivered sent Steve’s pulse racing. Suddenly, the apprehension slipped away and was replaced with something a little more assured. He felt a small rush of adrenaline start to speak for him.

“Can you blame me?” He smiled, ignoring the rapid-fire pace his heart was taking. “I mean, eyes that blue, kinda hard not to take notice.”

He couldn’t help but savour the sight of Billy Hargrove caught off guard.

“That what does it for you, huh?” Billy asked when he’d regained his composure.

Steve felt his face flush red again but made no attempt to conceal it. He smiled and shrugged and feigned nonchalance.

“Helps.” He sighed. “That and a good smile.”

“Good smile?” Billy probed, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, pretending his whole body wasn’t overheating. “You know, that shit-eating grin that makes you wanna slap it right off their face?”

Billy laughed again, full and loud and wholly genuine. Steve watched his face closely, relished being able to pull that reaction from him.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He said, nodding slightly.

“What?” Billy cleared his throat, the remnants of his outburst still spread across his lips.

Steve could feel his breath getting shorter.

“Good smile.”

Billy tipped his head back against the car and gave him a delighted little smirk, gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips and back. Steve felt the shiver run down his neck again.

“Look at you.” Billy murmured, any trace of upset long gone. “This what it feels like to get hit on by Steve Harrington?”

The pounding in Steve’s chest vibrated through his whole body, made his fingers twitch and his voice shake.

“I don’t know, what does it feel like?”

His chest suddenly felt heavy as he watched Billy wet his lips.

“Pretty fucking good.” His eyes drifted to Steve’s lips again. “Like I said. Kinda hard to say no to.”

There was a moment, a split second between when he slipped a hand to the back of Billy’s neck and when he pulled him close enough to catch his lips, that Steve thought he saw worry in those cried-out blue eyes. It was a quick flash, coinciding with a deep intake of breath. He wondered, for that half a moment, if Billy had ever actually kissed a guy before. His mind quickly flashed through every sordid, detailed and often degrading story he’d heard flung about recently regarding Billy’s supposed escapades. And then it settled on Billy himself, sitting there, looking almost terrified at the prospect of kissing him.

“You okay?” Steve whispered, body screaming for him to swallow the inch between their lips.

There was a nod, but it did nothing to hide that glimpse of unease swimming in the blue.

Steve brushed his thumb gently at the nape of Billy’s neck for a moment before finally letting himself lean in.

It felt like arriving at a long-sought destination. Every part of him that had been running double time, his racing heart and itching fingers and the ebbing rage in his gut, had their moment of release, converging for an instant before vanishing completely. He couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss.

The relief didn’t seem to be his alone. From his grip on Billy’s neck, Steve could feel the stiffness in his shoulders slowly sink away. After a moment, a hand brushed past Steve’s cheek and buried itself in his hair, pulling him closer.

He felt almost giddy when Billy parted his lips for him and he took the opportunity to slip his hand forward, cupping Billy’s chin and urging him to open his mouth wide. Steve licked gently into his mouth and couldn’t resist chuckling slightly when it elicited a small whine.

Quick as a flash, Billy retreated, pulling back and swatting Steve’s hand away.

“Whoa, what’s – ”

“Don’t laugh at me.” Billy said, bluntly.

The red in his cheeks made Steve hate himself a little bit.

“I’m not.” He assured him, smile wiped from his face.

“If you’re fucking with me, Harrington…” Billy shook his head. “I can’t do it. Not from you.”

Steve saw more pain in his eyes then than he had over the past few months. Cautiously, he moved closer and rested a hand on Billy’s knee. There was a small flinch.

“I’m not fucking with you.” He insisted, staring Billy dead in the eye. “I’m just…I’m happy.”

Billy swallowed nervously.

“Happy?” He whispered.

Steve nodded, smile sneaking back onto his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m really fucking happy. This makes me really fucking happy.” He felt the red rush back to cheeks. “You getting excited makes me really fucking happy.”

A small breath of laughter slipped past Billy’s lips.

“Shit, play a little hard to get, Harrington.” He teased, worry not yet dispelled from his eyes.

Steve shook his head.

“No way. You think you’re getting rid of me after this?”

Billy bit back a shameless grin.

“Shit.” He sniffed. “Well if I’m stuck with you, guess I better make the most of it.”

#harringrove #my fics

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valencing · 6 years ago

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i watched mamma mia! (2008) for the first time today and realized that the reason l0vett quit the white house in 2011 was that he got pregnant and okay, one option would've been to determine which of the three men he'd slept with recently was the father, but he basically just didn't feel like getting into it.

he's just not gonna tell them. he doesn't wanna watch tommy, shocked, start calculating the damage to whatever white picket fence life he'd planned. he doesn't wanna see the pity in dan's eyes as he explains that he'll do whatever's right, but they need to keep this mess far away from obama. he doesn't wanna stand there like an idiot while jon immediately goes down on one knee, even though a marriage of obligation is the last thing a romantic like jon would ever want. lovett knows that maybe each of them wanted him for one night but none of them want him for a lifetime. he's just not that kind of boy.

"look, it's time for me to follow my dreams," lovett tells dan, who nods supportively and doesn't mention that lovett is the only real dream dan's ever had.

"you don't need me here, not really," lovett tells jon, and then, because jon's just staring at him without saying anything, lovett launches into a bit about how many speeches he's basically sabotaged anyway, and really he's leaving for obama's sake. "you're what?" says jon, slack-jawed, after a few minutes of this. it's like he hasn't even been listening, so lovett snaps, "ask dan," and stomps out of the room.

"if i'm ever gonna make it in la, i gotta start now," lovett tells tommy, who claps him on the back awkwardly, because he doesn't know how to touch lovett any more, not since the time he asked lovett on a real date and lovett laughed at him and said, "jesus, tommy, give me a break."

lovett doesn't want to ruin anyone's life so he goes to los angeles and drops out of touch. he's busy being a hollywood sensation anyway – his new sitcom's a giant hit (shut up). eventually a picture of lovett in the park with a stroller ends up online and that's how jon and tommy and dan find out lovett's a dad. "good for him!" they say, but it's embarrassing when obama asks them for details and they don't have any. it hurts, that lovett didn't even tell them he was expecting.

they read lovett's interviews. every time he's asked about his daughter's father, lovett says that the father was an astronaut who never returned to earth, or a foreign spy on a dangerous mission, or a scuba diver rarely seen on dry land. every couple of years jon or tommy or dan go to a party in la or ny, the kind of party an award-winning screenwriter might attend, and wonder if they'll run into lovett, but they never do. he's always out of town, or on a shoot, or across the country, or across the world.

"do you ever wonder, like. who the dad was?" jon asks tommy once.

"some asshole, i'm sure," says tommy, looking vaguely into the middle distance.

none of them know. neither does lovett. his daughter is four by the time trump is elected and she's got dan's flair for strategic thinking and tommy's knack for keeping a secret. on the other hand, she has a gap between her teeth and doesn't know how to read. anyway, lovett hasn't spoken to dan or tommy or jon for years, so it's not like it matters.

meanwhile, tommy and jon and dan are podcasting, but it's not really catching fire. sometimes they just feel like—well—hacks. it's as if there's a big hole in their podcast right where a more searching analysis of political culture or a monologue delivered in a bad russian accent should go. they want to feel useful to the new wave of democratic activism, but they're not sure anyone except their moms is listening.

one day in 2017, after a particularly limp recording session, dan sighs deeply, yanks off his headphones, and says "this isn't working." even jon, the optimistic one, can't argue with him. so they brainstorm for ways to get people listening. tommy could give away security secrets. dan, the communications expert, could give relationship advice. jon could take off his shirt. but after they eliminate every other possibility, it's tommy who finally says it. "we need lovett."

it's like a taboo has been broken. they haven't talked about him in years. after all, each of them thinks he's the only one who slept with lovett. each of them thinks he's the only one with a broken heart. all they know is that lovett won't answer their emails or take their calls. while dan and jon process their emotions, tommy's busy googling. "next week he's dropping his daughter off for her first day of kindergarten," he tells them. "he'll be alone and he'll be emotionally compromised. this is our chance."

dan remembers the night lovett spent in his arms. lovett seemed so vulnerable and trusting. then the next day he pretended not to remember dan's name. "it seems kind of creepy and intrusive to just turn up at his house," dan says.

"look," says tommy, his heart beating faster at the thought of seeing lovett again. "do you want to beat trump or not?"

dan and jon look at each other. "we do."

and that's how lovett returns home to find the three of them sitting on his doorstep. what follows is a giddy romp in which a simple invitation to a podcast spirals into psychological breakthroughs, hidden agendas, feather boas, secret love, actual earthquakes, and freaking the fuck out, with crowds of mysteriously appearing and disappearing los angeles peasant folk who manage to be present for the most intimate revelations and plot twists. at the end, the guy gets the guy, and while to be true to the original source material the guy you wanted lovett to pick would have to become heterosexual for no reason and the other guy would have to be revealed as emotionally stunted and afraid to commit, in this version of the story the two guys who don't end up with lovett can have each other, it's fine. maybe you never find out who the dad is and you're like wtf i feel strangely unsatisfied but at least once lovett joins the pod it’s a megahit so whatever.

in the credit sequence trump and his associates are eaten by sharks while the soundtrack plays "defying gravity."

#note to self: just don't watch movies #pfeiffett #tommyjon #jonlo #podsa #my fic #sort of #SPOILERS #MAMMA MIA SPOILERS

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berjhawn · 8 years ago

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Twenty-Four - part 10 - They Say You Can’t Go Home

Warnings: arguments; awkwardness, confrontation, ETC

Pairings: Chris Evans X Reader

Parts:

Prologue

Part 1 ~ 9 years later

Part 2 ~ Dinner and a Dress

Part 3 ~ Truths and Premiers

Part 4 ~ Chris

Part 5 ~ The Fear

Part 6 ~ The Harsh Truth

Part 7 ~ Pictures of You

Part 8 ~ A Moth to a Flame

Part 9 ~ The Calm Before The Storm

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Reader’s POV

The ride to the airport along with the flight to Tulsa was long and nerve wrecking. Karen worried about what would happen when I got there and I hated to fly. Well it’s not that I hate to fly, it’s just I hate the taking off and landing part. I walk out of the terminal and stop dead in my tracks when I see Ang standing next to Tommy at the gate. I furrow my brow in confusion for a moment as I walk over to them. “Hey guys, what’s goin on?” I ask as I near them.

“Nothing much, just waiting for the prettiest girl in the world.” Tommy says a smile filling his lips as he wraps his arms around me.

“Aww, you’re too sweet. A liar, but sweet.” I say making him chuckle. I pull away from him and looking up see that his once shaggy brown hair had been cut short but not too short. His emerald eyes still shone brightly when he smiled. One thing did change though, he was built like a brickhouse. Farming fit him. I look from him to my little sister to see her long raven hair was pulled back into tight ponytail and as her grey eyes met mine she says, “Tommy told me he was coming to get you, I kinda wanted to talk before we get home.”

“Okay, I guess we have an hour to talk then.” I say as Tommy takes my carryon from me and tosses it over his shoulder.

“Let’s get your bags before someone recognizes you.” Tommy says as he hands me his carhart jacket. “There are some ray bans in the pocket if you want them.”

“You got some cop sunglasses, don’t you? Are you going to arrest me officer?” I ask playfully as I slip them on my face and offer him a smile.

“Wouldn’t you like that.” He says as he holds his arm out for me to take a flirty smirk filling his lips.

“Geez you two,” Angie says a chuckle leaving her lips. “Some things never change.”

“Yeah, this big guy is still a softy.” I say as I lean into his arm.

“You’re the only one who thinks that.” He says and I smile.

“That’s cause we grew up together.”

“Yup, best eighteen years of my life.” He replies and I roll my eyes.

After we grab my bags we head out into the parking lot and load up into Tommy’s Chevy pickup. I claimed shotgun making my little sister sit in the back seat. This, of course, made Tommy laugh. After we leave the airport Tommy turns to me and says, “Hungry?”

“Yes, I need Whataburger. I will pay, just get me a burger.” I say making him chuckle.

“You hungry Ang?” He asks and she nods.

“Yes please.” She answers politely. “I can pay for my own though.”

“That’s alright, it’s my treat.” I reply.

“Are you sure?” She asks and I nod.

“Yeah, you guys spent your own money to get here to pick my ass up it’s the least I can do.”

“You coming home to take care of dad is enough.”

“Speaking of which, what did he say when you told him I was coming.” I ask as I turn to face her.

“Oh, you know, the usual. He yelled and hollered for a while.”

“Seems about right.” I say as I turn back to look out the window.

“(Name), I wanna apologize on Jack’s behalf; he shouldn’t have said the things he did.” Angie says her voice filled with apology.

“It’s okay Ang,”

“No it’s not,” She says and I can tell she’s getting upset. I turn and look at Tommy who meets my gaze and without saying anything I can tell he wants me to listen. “Jack was out of line talking about what happened in New York. Everyone back home knows it’s not your fault about what happened to Emily, and when he…” She pauses and I feel my heart clench at the memory. “When he said what he did about you almost dying, it broke my heart. Someone should have told you about Emily. You shouldn’t have had to bear that burden alone, and then Jack told me about you losing your baby and I lost it.” My eyes widen in shock as I turn around in my seat and I stare wide eyed at her.

“What did he say? Who else did he tell?” I ask as I stare at her in shock.

“Dad knows,” She says and my heart breaks. “Jack was drunk one night and Mom brought you up. She started talking about how they should ask you for money cause dad, Jack, and I couldn’t give her the life she thought she deserved. Jack got mad; and he told them everything about what happened when he went to New York to help you. Mom started using that against dad every time they’d fight. Soon she left and got a boyfriend that started giving her what she wanted. Money. Since then, Dad’s shut everyone out. He was always a grumpy old fart, but now he’s a grumpy asshole.”

“Why didn’t anyone say anything to me?” I ask as I look back and forth between them.

“You were living your life (Name).” Tommy says and I turn to stare at him with tears stinging my eyes. “We didn’t want to ruin the good things you have going in your life by dredging up the past. You don’t deserve that.”

“Does Jack know I’m coming home?” I ask and he nods.

“Jack wants to apologize, although I know nothing he says will ever make up for what he’s done. Especially how he made an ass out of himself in front of your friend.”

“Sebastian let everything he said go in one ear and out the other. Something I wish I could do too.”

“Jack’s been trying though, he got a job working for the city, and he’s been sober since the reunion.” Ang says and I smile softly.

“I’m glad he’s changing for you.” I say making her smile softly back at me.

“He kinda didn’t have a choice. I threatened him.”

“With?”

“Divorce, and a thorough beat down from yours truly.” Tommy says as he glances back at Angie in the rearview mirror. “You two are family, and I’ll be dammed if I’m gonna let anyone hurt you.”

“Aww, how sweet.” I say making him roll his eyes at me.

“Isn’t he though,” Ang says joining in on our fun. “He’s just so big and bad.”

“Alright you two need to stop fucking with me or no one gets food.”

“Yeah, well that’s only gonna hurt you in the long road Bubba.” I say and he narrows his eyes at the road.

“Don’t do that.” He replies making the two of us laugh.

“Any who, I’m sorry (Name).” Angie says and I let out a sigh.

“Dad was gonna find out sooner than later. Kinda wish he wouldn’t have; but what can you do. I don’t blame you, or Jack even, for what happened. I do blame Martha. No offense but I’ve always hated that woman.”

“None taken, it surprises the hell outta me that I come from her. I mean we’re so completely different.”

“That ain’t no lie,” Tommy adds making me chuckle.

“I guess I must have taken after dad.” She says and I smile. Even though my dad wasn’t her real dad he loved her like she was his own. always giving her what she needed and helping her like a real parent should. Even if in the process, he neglected me. I didn’t blame her for that, in reality I kinda blamed myself. I was just like my mother, an artist at heart. I loved music and before all the shit went down in my past I always sang or played the piano just like my mother. It wasn’t our fault I wanted to be like her and leave Oklahoma and he knew that. Angie just gave him what he really needed, someone like him.

“At least one of us did.” I say making her smile. Turning my attention to the window I look out it to see the fresh snow covering the ground. visions of when I used to play in the snow with Emily fill my mind making my heart clench. Taking a deep breath, I pull my cell phone out to text Karen and let her know I made it okay. Turning Airplane mode off my phone starts to light up with notifications. Groaning in annoyance I set it on the center council and wait for it to stop.

“Does it always do this?” Tommy asks and I shake my head.

“Not usually, but I guess this what I get for trying to take some time off to come home. It’ll shut up in a few.” I say as I run a hand through my hair.

“Karen told me that you’re seeing Chris again.” Tommy says and I grit my teeth. “Sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, not really.”

“Who’s Chris?” Angie asks from the backseat making me furrow my brows as I turn toward her.

“Didn’t Jack tell you?” I ask and she shakes her head.

“No… Should he have?” She asks the confusion filling her face. I turn back to Tommy to see my own expression mirrored on his face.

“You figure he would’ve told her.” Tommy says and I nod.

“Told me what?” She asks and I take a deep breath.

“Chris was the guy I was seeing after Jack and I broke up. The baby I lost, it was his.”

“Oh, my god! What did he say?”

“He doesn’t know.” I say making Tommy swerve to the side of the road as he slams on his brakes. “WHAT THE HELL TOMMY!” I yell out as I brace my hand against the dashboard to keep from hitting it.

“You’re dating him again but he has no idea what you went through, or what happened?” Tommy asks an angry look filling his face.

“He knows most of it, just not about the baby. How can I tell him that I’m responsible for his baby’s death?”

“You’re not responsible for its death (Name), you didn’t even know you were pregnant.”

“Still doesn’t make what I did any better Tommy,” I reply as I lean back into my seat and let out a sigh.

“But It’s not like you did it with the intention of killing your baby.” I hear my sister say from the back seat and I furrow my brow. “If you loved this guy, Chris, enough to not wanna hurt him; then I’m sure you shouldn’t blame yourself. It was an accident. You were distraught with emotions of thinking you were responsible for the death of your best friend so you took to a bottle. If he blames you for what happened he’s not the guy for you.”

“What she said,” Tommy says as he agrees with Angie.

“I know, really; I know it’s not my fault; but that’s never going to kill the feelings I have about it.”

“So, when are you gonna tell him? Now, three weeks from now, when you’re both on your deathbed, When? Cause it’s not fair to him, not to know why you stayed away.” Tommy preaches and I grit my teeth. I knew he was right but I just couldn’t hurt someone so nice. I couldn’t dredge that up. “Karen also told me about that Reporter that stalks you, what are you gonna do when he decides to tell the whole world about what happened; because you know he will if pissed off.”

“Tommy, I know all this. Do you think I don’t go throughout every day with the fear that he’s just gonna post everything online and then the whole world will find out what I’ve been through? I live with that fear every day of my life. I will tell Chris someday, but for now I just wanna get home, take care of the old man, and think things over. Can I just do that, please?” I ask my eyes pleading with him.

“Sorry, I know you’re having a hard time. I don’t mean to make it worse, just frustrated that you keep doing this to yourself.”

“I know, this is why you’re our brother.” I say motioning back and forth between me and Angie.

“I swear you two are the hardest siblings to take care of.” He says making us chuckle.

“Yeah but that’s why you love us.” Angie says as she leans forward and wraps her arms around the back of his seat resting them on his shoulders making him chuckle. As he pulls back out onto the road I reach down and pulling my cell phone up go through all my messages. There were a few from Sebastian, a couple Chris, and one from Karen. Since Karen only sent one I decided to answer her first but right as I was in the middle of replying to her my phone rings with a familiar number and I narrow my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I answer it and say, “What do you want Zeke?”

“When did you start dating Evans?” He asks anger filling his voice.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business. Why?”

“Because there are pictures of the two off you all over the media.”

“So? That’s what happens when celebrities date Zeke.”

“I thought you were with that asshole who threatened me. That Sebastian guy.” Zeke growls and I roll my eyes.

“Sebastian is my best friend, seriously what does nobody get about that?”

“There’s no way you two are just friends. You’re probably sleeping with him behind Chris’s back like you did with me.”

“Oh wow, seriously, you wanna try that bullshit again? Unlike you, I never once cheated. I never have in my entire life nor will I ever. Now, for the last time I would appreciate it if you never called or tried to contact me again. Goodbye.” I say and angrily hit the end call button before letting out an angry growl.

“Why did you ever date him again?” Tommy asks making me shake my head.

“I have no fucking idea. I know one thing though, it was the worst mistake of my life. Fucker is almost as bad as that freaking Reporter.”

“Well you live and you learn.” Angie says and I nod a smirk filling my face.

“Ain’t that the truth.”

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After dropping Angie off at her vet clinic, Tommy drives me to the hospital where I sit in the passenger seat and mentally prepare myself for what I was about to witness. “Can I just slit my throat now?” I ask fear filling my body.

“Come on now, he’s not that hard to get along with.” Tommy counters as he opens the driver’s side door.

“Oh yeah, that’s because he likes you!” I yell out before he closes his door and walks around to my side and opens my door for me.

“So?”

“So, you are the son he never had.”

“Excuses, excuses.” Tommy replies as he motions for me to get out of the truck. “Come on, he’s probably had lunch by now. We’ll run up see how he’s doing, then head out to the ranch to get you settled.”

“Thanks again Tommy, I really appreciate it.” I say as I climb out of the truck and pull his carhart tighter around my body.

“No problem Darlin,” He says as he pats my head making me narrow my eyes at him. He laughs a bright smile on his lips before he closes the passenger side door. “Come on,” He says as he takes my hand and pulls me down the sidewalk, through the front doors, to the elevator, then from the elevator to the hallway that lead to my father’s room. The only reason I knew that was because I could hear him yelling angrily at someone from down the hall. I knew that tone and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Are you sure it’s not too late to turn back?” I ask as I stop in my tracks not wanting to deal with the powder keg of angry old man in the next room. Tommy rolls his eyes as he pulls the ray bans off my face and places them on the collar of his shirt.

“I’ll be with you’re the whole time. You got this.” He says and I nod. Taking a deep breath I walk into the room to see the familiar back of my ex and clear my throat making him turn around his chocolaty eyes meeting mine.

“(Name)…” He says and I offer him a polite nod before I turn my attention to the man lying in the bed his arms folded over his chest. He looked weaker than I remembered, his once vibrant chocolate hair now peppered with stands of silver. His dark blue eyes meet mine and he grumbles something under his breath.

“Hey Pop, I hear you had a little too much fun and pissed your heart off.” I say as I near him Tommy close behind me.

“You shouldn’t have come.” He replies as he quickly averts his eyes to look out the window.

“I know; but Ang said you needed help.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Maybe not but it’s best you’re gonna get.” I reply a hint of anger in my voice making him cock an eyebrow in surprise but continue looking out the window.

“Ang said you were coming to help; sorry I can’t do it.” Jake says and I shake my head.

“You and Ang got a lot going on. I don’t mind coming back to take care of him.”

“What about your life in New York?” My Father asks his deep voice filling the small room.

“It can wait.” I reply as I fold my arms over my chest.

“I want a drink.” My father says and I hear Jake groan in annoyance.

“The Doc said you can’t drink anymore.” Jake replies as he runs a hand down his face in exasperation.

“I don’t care what that cook says, I want a drink!”

“NO.” I say firmly making his head finally snap toward me.

“No?” He asks his dark eyes filling with rage. “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me I can’t have a drink?”

“Someone who doesn’t want to lose her father just because he’s an alcoholic.”

“I am not an Alcoholic; I can stop anytime I want too. I just chose not to.”

“Right…” I reply narrowing my eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says a new emotion filling his eyes.

“Why not?” I ask place my hands on my hips.

“You look like her when you do.” He replies his voice filled with melancholy. My face softens at the mention of my mother and I let out a sigh as I walk closer to him until I am standing inches from his bed.

“Dad, you gotta stop doing this to yourself.” I start but the look in his eyes causes my heart to clench.

“I’m tired, get out.” He replies as he reaches for the little handle that holds the nurse call button.

“Alright, I’ve gotta get the chores at the house done anyway.”

“I’ll set her up and show her what to do Gene.” Tommy says and my father nods.

“Fine, just get out.” He replies as he presses the button.

“Alright pops, if you need anything from the house-” He goes to ask and I narrow my eyes as I shut him down, “Other than booze old man, I’ll get it for you.”

“You’re no fun.” He replies as the nurse walks in behind us. She was a tiny little brunette with hazel eyes and for the life of me I couldn’t picture where I knew her from.

“Excuse me, are you alright Gene?” She asks as she pushes past us.

“I would be if these hooligans weren’t here.” He replies glaring at us.

“We get the message pops; I’ll be by later to check on you.”

“Don’t bother, why don’t you just go back to New York?”

“Because whether you care to admit it or not, you need me old man. So get used to seeing me around.” I reply before turning on my heel and walking back down the hall my anger trying to flare. It took me a few seconds to realize that Jake and Tommy where close behind me. I didn’t really notice until I was in the elevator.

“Sorry about that (Name),” I hear Jake say and I shake my head.

“He’s always been like that.” I reply running a hand through my hair.

“Not just that though, I also meant-”

“I know what you meant Jake. It’s okay. Ang already told me.” He nods and I suddenly feel exhausted. “I don’t mean to be a bitch but I am exhausted and I still need to get home and take care of the animals.”

“I was able to feed them this morning before I headed to work.” He replies and I nod.

“Thanks.” I say as the elevator doors open. We quickly walk out them and through the front doors back to Tommy’s truck. Standing in front of it I turn to Tommy and say, “Can we stop by the store real quick? I gotta get some things.”

“Sure, no problem.” He answers as he waves to Jake before heading to the drivers side door to start the truck.

“Listen (Name), I really didn’t mean to say those things before.”

“Jake I know, please stop apologizing.”

“I can’t. I fucked up and said something that was told to me in confidence just because I was provoked by Angie’s mom. I should’ve just ignored her.”

“When you find someone who can ignore that woman you let me know.” I say making him smile softly at me.

“I know asking to be friends is a lot, but I want to be at least civil; you know, for Angie.”

“Then civil it is.” I reply as I hold my hand out to him for him to shake. “Jake this is a new start. All the shit we’ve been through is ancient history. We’re family now. All I gotta say is you better take care of Ang, cause if not, I know some real amazing lawyers.”

“Duly noted.” He says a slight smirk filling his lips as he takes my hand and shakes it. “I won’t keep you any longer, my lunch breaks almost over.”

“You better get back then. See ya Jake.”

“See ya later (Name).” He says as he offers me gentle wave before he disappears down the sidewalk. Blowing out a deep breath I turn back to Tommy and climbing into the passenger seat say, “To Walmart my good sir.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” He says as he shifts the truck to reverse and pulling out heads to the store.

Will Continue in - Home is where the heart is

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The Soldier and The Artist Part 2

A/N: oh, would you look at me actually writing something

You hadn’t left the shop for four days, quietly working away on the painting, determined to finish it before Tommy got back. Arthur had popped in two days ago, simply checking in and ensuring that you hadn’t ruined the painting any more than it already was.

You enjoyed everything that you fixed, but the painting had a special place in your heart. You had no idea why, but you were taking even more care with the precious painting than usual. For some reason, you wanted to impress the Shelby’s. The Shelby’s, of all people.

Your uncle had disappeared off to Devon for a few days, leaving you in charge of the shop and also giving you the opportunity to just not leave the shop. Hardly anyone had been in the past few days, with the exception of Arthur, and you’d been enjoying the peace.

So, when the little bell above the shop door tinkled, you looked up in surprise. Finn Shelby strolled in, shutting the door behind him and standing in front of you.

“Hello,” you said, putting your brush into the pot of water and eyeing him suspiciously.

“Hi, y/n,” Finn said, smiling awkwardly, clapping his hands behind his back.

“It’s almost done if that’s what you’re wondering.” You stood up, smoothing your dress out.

“Actually, I’m here for a different reason.”

“Oh?”

“Would you like to join me at the Garrison tonight? You have to say yes, your uncle is very persistent."

You gaped at him. “He called you?!”

“Well, he called Arthur.”

“That’s basically the same thing, Finn.”

“Look, you have to come out. It’ll be fun.”

You sighed, "if it’ll get him off my back, then fine.”

“Seven?”

“Whatever.”

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True to his word, Finn knocked on the shop door as the clock chimed seven. You sighed, checking yourself in the mirror one more time.

“Coming!” You yelled down the stairs, grabbing your coat and bag. You shut the flat door, locking it, and then quickly ran down the stairs. Finn smiled at you as you stepped put the side door, locking that too and pocketing the key.

“You look nice,” Finn said, looking you up and down.

You frowned. “Thanks?” Finn’s gaze hovered a bit too long and you slapped his arm. “Oi, eyes front.”

“Sorry,” Finn muttered, offering you his arm without looking at you.

You rolled your eyes and accepted it, leaning into him. “It’s just dawned on me that I have no idea where we’re going.”

“The Garrison,” Finn said, pulling his coat tighter against him as the wind picked up.

“Just us?”

“Nah, Isaiah’s gonna be there too. Maybe Michael and John.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you walked towards the Garrison. You could see the impact Finn had on then people they passed. The power of the Shelby name couldn’t be understated.

“You know, I do remember you,” Finn said after a while.

“What?” You said, suddenly realising he was talking.

“I remember you, from school.”

You slowed down slightly. “You do?”

He nodded. “Of course, I do. Hide and seek, running away from the teachers, sneaking out to go to the shop -“

“You rescuing me from the Cut that time,” you added causing Finn to laugh.

“I never forgot you, y/n,” Finn said softly. “I’m sorry, about your parents.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, trying not to let on that you were crying. “I’m just glad we’ve seen each other again.”

“It’s been nice,” Finn replied, taking your arm again. “I’m surprised you’re still in Small Heath.”

“I’m saving up to go travelling,” you said, concentrating on where you were walking so that Finn couldn’t see your red eyes. “I don’t really want to leave my uncle, however. Maybe someday.”

“Someday, we’ll get out of here,” Finn said softly, a nostalgic look on his face.

You smiled, nudging him slightly to bring him back down. “So, what’s the Garrison like?”

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The Garrison was packed with people. You took one step in and had to walk back into Finn to avoid having an entire tray of drinks poured on you. For once you were glad of the Shelby name as Finn guided you through the mass of bodies and into the private room at the side. Isiah was already sitting inside had evidently been waiting for a while; he was already four drinks in and had another four coming.

You’d known Isaiah for a few years. The two of you had become friends after you’d met at church (the one time your uncle had dragged you with him) but you hadn’t seen him for a while; he’d been too busy with Blinder business.

“Hey, y/n,” Isaiah said, shifting along the seat to make for you.

“Hey, Is,” you kissed his cheek as you sat down, immediately nicking one of his drinks.

“Wait, you’re that y/n?” Finn exclaimed suddenly as he sat down next to you.

“I’m what now?”

“Yeah, she is. Have you only now twigged?” Isaiah replied, frowning.

Finn just stuck his finger up at his friend as you looked between the two, confused.

“I’m what now?” You asked, raising your voice slightly to be heard of the cheering from the main bar.

“I told Finn about you that first time we met,” Isaiah said, filling your glass up. “He’s teased me about my first ‘crush’ ever since.”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” You asked, batting your eyelids at him.

“Oh, fuck off, y/n/n,” Isaiah grumbled, shoving your slightly.

You giggled. “Well, unluckily for you I have zero interest in you.” You gave Isaiah a knowing look and he smirked, taking a large gulp of his drink.

“No interest in Isaiah? Wow.” Finn gaped at you. “Looks like your charms aren’t as good as you thought, Isaiah.”

“Do you want a black eye?” Isaiah countered, glaring at Finn menacingly.

“Oi, no scrapping in my bar.”

You looked up at the newcomer as the door shut again. Arthur Shelby smiled down at you as he took his hat and coat off, throwing them on to the chair. Behind was Michael, a man you’d only seen around but who had always given you a smile when you’d greeted him.

Finn rolled his eyes as his brother and cousin sat down opposite him. “I thought you had business?”

“The business sorted itself out,” Michael replied, pouring himself a drink. “How did he manage to convince you to come down to this hell hole then, y/n?”

You chuckled. “It was a mixture of him physically dragging me out of the shop and my uncle meddling with things despite being hundreds of miles away. Apparently, I need to ‘get a life’.”

“I didn’t say get a life,” Finn countered.

“You basically did.”

“But the words didn’t come out my mouth.”

“No, but it was implied.”

Arthur looked between the two of you. “Are you two done? Fucking hell, you’ve only known her a week, Finn.”

“I’ve known her almost all my life, actually,” Finn shot back, and you pretended to suddenly be very interested in your drink. “Best friends at school before I dropped out.”

“You were?” Michael gawked, his drinking halfway to his mouth.

“I don’t remember you being friends with a y/n…” Arthur muttered. “I never met any of you,” You explained, “never got round to it.”

“Huh.”

The topic didn’t get brought up again. The drinks began flowing around the room, but you kept yourself to just two, not wanting to end up throwing up and passing out in front of the Shelby’s.

“I should really go,” you said to Finn quietly as Arthur finished his sixth drink.

“I’ll walk you home,” Finn offered, jumping up and grabbing his coat before you could say no.

“Alright then,” you relented, grabbing your own coat. You bided farewell to Michael, the only one who was still slightly with it, and followed Finn out into the street.

The night was cold, and you wrapped your coat around you tightly, gladly accepting Finn’s offer of an arm to lean on.

“Thank you for letting me come,” you said after a while.

“S’alright,” Finn replied, smiling at you. “I’m glad you came.”

Eventually, you reached the shop and you reluctantly let go of Finn’s arm to unlock your door. “I’d invite you in but there’s not much room.”

Finn waved you off. “It’s fine, I need to go home anyway. Aunt Pol will have my head if I’m caught with a girl again.”

“Again?” Finn blushed. “Anyway, who said I was inviting you in for sex, hey?” You stepped inside the shop and smiled at him. “It’s been nice hanging out with you again, Finn. As friends,” you emphasised.

“Yeah, ok,” Finn muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll see you around, y/n/n.”

You watched Finn begin to walk away and sighed. “Finn!” You called, trying not to laugh at the speed of which the man turned around. “The painting will be finished by tomorrow if you want to come and get it…”

Finn nodded. “What time?”

“Noon?

Finn blushed slightly. “And then we could, maybe, go for lunch somewhere? As friends,” he added quickly.

“Lunch as friends,” you agreed, nodding. “I’ll see you around, Finnigan.”

“Fuck you,” Finn yelled as he walked away and you laughed loudly, watching him disappear around the corner.

“Not a chance, Finny boy,” you said to yourself as you shut the door. “Not a chance.”

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