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thatsamericano · 3 years ago

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One Look, Dark Room, Meant Just for You

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano, with Lithuania.

Rating: Teen, for cursing only. No warnings.

Word Count: 1544

Summary: In 1925, America takes Romano and Lithuania to get their pictures in a new Photomaton in Times Square. Nearly eighty years later, he shows the old film strip to Romano and reminisces about that special evening.

A/N: For @aphrarepairweek2021, day 4 “historical.” Title from “You Are in Love” by Taylor Swift.

September 1925

A new machine that took photographs automatically called a Photomaton had recently been installed in Times Square. For only a quarter, you could go into a studio housing a small booth and get eight pictures of yourself in about ten minutes. Of course, as soon as he read about the photomaton in the newspaper, America wanted to go try out the new invention, and he took his housemates Lithuania and Romano with him.

The line to get into Anatol Josephewitz’s studio was ridiculous. It stretched out over several city blocks, and it was clear as soon as they arrived that they wouldn’t simply be able to walk in and get their photos taken.

They slowly shuffled forward in the line for hours. By the time they arrived at the studio, it was around two o’clock in the morning, and Lithuania and Romano were both practically falling asleep on their feet. America, full of energy as always, cheered loudly. “We’re here!”

Lithuania blinked in confusion. “They’re still open?”

“Yep, let’s go!” America grabbed Lithuania’s and Romano’s hands as he pulled his friends into the studio.

Alfred holding his hand, even if it was just because he was eager to use the Photomaton, woke Savino fully out of his dazed half-slumber. He could only hope that he wasn’t blushing too obviously, and that his palm wasn’t sweating to the level America might notice.

An attendant in white gloves showed them to the Photomaton, and Romano pulled the curtain behind them as they entered the booth.

“It’s pretty tight in here,” Savino noted.

Alfred laughed. “Guess you’ll have to stand extra close to me then, Vinny.” Then the flirtatious bastard winked, because of course he would.

Savino huffed and turned to face the front, where the camera would be. A flash went off, and Romano smiled so at least he’d look good in the next picture. Alfred had his arms around both Tolys and Savino’s shoulders as the flash went off again.

As the machine took the third picture, Tolys started giggling for no apparent reason. Romano glanced over at him. “What the hell’s so amusing, damn it?”

“Alfred, he, uh, he gave you bunny ears.” Lithuania started laughing even harder as Romano directed an irritated scowl America’s way.

“Is that true, stronzo?”

Alfred shrugged. “I thought it would be funny. You’d look cute as a bunny rabbit, and I thought you look cute when you’re annoyed too.”

Savino wanted to be angry, and he wanted to protest Alfred’s ridiculous reasoning. But all he could do was gape up at America and make a distressed, confused noise as he gently tipped up Romano’s chin and started to lean down towards him.

The kiss landed about a centimeter away from his mouth, and it lasted less than a second. Logically, such a simple, barely romantic gesture shouldn’t have affected Romano so much, even if it was unexpected. But his heart was pounding like it was about to lurch out of his chest, and the fact that America was staring down at him with a soft little grin on his face wasn’t helping.

Romano broke the eye contact, which was becoming way too intense for his heart to take. “Quit staring at me like that.”

“Can’t help it,” America whispered. “You look gorgeous after you’ve been kissed.”

Savino had no idea what to say in response to that. Alfred didn’t sound like he’d been joking. He let go of Savino’s chin, and he put his arm around his shoulders once again. Romano leaned into America, smiling despite himself. As the last picture was taken, Romano glanced up America, and he was beaming at the camera, like all was right with the world.

Several minutes later, the machine had developed all of their pictures, and they were ready to go home. America looked at them first, and then he passed the photo strip over to Lithuania. “I think these turned out well.”

Tolys hummed appreciatively as he looked at the photographs. “These make a nice keepsake. I’m glad you took us out here tonight.” He yawned and handed the photo strip to Romano.

Romano stared down at them for a moment. His gaze lingered on the black and white image of America staring down at him affectionately right after he’d kissed his cheek. Romano was looking away from America, clearly embarrassed, and Lithuania was smirking at the camera like he’d figured out something neither America nor Romano understood.

Romano gave the photo strip back to America and did his best to the odd tingle he felt from the brief brushing of their fingertips. “I guess you’re planning to put these in that photo album you started making?”

“Yeah. Like Lithuania said, I think they’d make a good keepsake.”

June 2005

Romano was visiting America, who was now his boyfriend, during his yearly vacation. They’d spent the afternoon relaxing on a California beach and splashing around in the ocean, and they’d only returned back to America’s house in Los Angeles as the sun was beginning to set.

Once they arrived home, Alfred had kissed him and told Savino he would be back in a minute with “something cool” he wanted to show him. He rushed off upstairs, and Savino sat on the couch and waited.

A couple minutes later, Alfred had returned. “I was cleaning out my apartment in New York a couple weeks ago, and I found this old picture in a box of old stuff I hadn’t looked through in a while. It must’ve slipped out of the photo album back when I was moving in the seventies.”

Alfred joined Savino on the couch, passed the film strip to him, and curled an arm around his waist, much more intimately than he would have dared touch him even a decade ago, much less when the photographs were taken.

Savino gingerly examined the film strip, worn and yellowed with age. “God, this was so long ago. When was this taken?”

“1925, I think. I was so excited about the photo booth in Times Square that I dragged you and Tolys out to go get our pictures one evening.”

Lithuania and Romano both looked exhausted in the first couple of pictures. “It was two a.m. by the time we actually got to the studio,” Romano recalled. He chuckled at how energetic America looked as he made the bunny ears sign over his head. “You were the only one who wasn’t practically falling asleep on your feet.”

“I was happy to get my picture taken with you guys. Lithuania was one of my best friends, and you, well…”

Savino turned to look at Alfred, who was staring down at the pictures with a thoughtful look on his face. “I, what, Fredo?”

“I didn’t understand how I felt back then, but clearly I was head over heels for you. It’s right there in the pictures once you know what to look for.”

Savino examined the photographs again. The sly grin on Alfred’s face when Savino whirled around to rant at him for making him look silly in the previous picture, the way his eyes were closed when he leaned down to kiss Savino’s cheek, the warm look on his face afterwards as he stared down at him, which wasn’t that much different from the way Alfred looked at him now. And finally, the sheer glee on his face in the final photographs, when Savino had snuggled in close to his side.

Savino smiled down at the pictures. “You’re right. I was pretty obvious too.” Back then, he’d been terrified that everyone could see how he felt, especially Alfred. It had taken him a long time to get past that fear, but he was glad he had.

America pulled Romano smoothly into his lap. “This was taken almost eighty years ago. I’ve been in love with you for eighty years. That’s almost a whole lifetime.”

Savino set down the old film strip on Alfred’s coffee table and turned around to face his boyfriend. “I think we’ve got at least another eighty years in us, don’t you, caro?”

America nodded at him, with that sweet, bright grin, that always, without fail, made Romano want to kiss him. He closed his eyes and leaned in to do just that, because he wasn’t too scared to, like he’d been eighty years ago. Alfred pulled Savino in as close as he returned the kiss, mouth against mouth and heartbeat against heartbeat.

When he reluctantly pulled away for air, Savino looked down at Alfred. His glasses were askew, his lips were slick and reddened, and he was blushing from his forehead down to the collar of his shirt. Once Alfred blinked his eyes open, they were twinkling brighter than starlight.

This image was better than any photograph, whether in black or white or full color. And Romano didn’t need a camera to preserve this moment in his memory. He would never forget the way Alfred still looked so wrecked every time Savino kissed him, even if this definitely wasn’t the first time. And he could never forget the way Alfred surged up to kiss him, then switched their positions so Savino was underneath him, laughing at the ticklish sensation of his boyfriend’s lips on his neck.

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 4 years ago

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She’s My Collar pt. 5

So I was gonna try to upload an update for both fics, but I’m still feeling yucky so have this chapter for now which I’m sorry if it’s not great, the next one will be better I promise lol.

Tag List: @nowhereiswhereibelong @littlemisscare-all

“Miss did you hear me?” The officer in front of me grunts.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question for me?” I ask shyly focusing on him and not Kevin shouting and thrashing as the other cops are shoving him into the police car.

“I asked you if you could give me your recount of the events that took place tonight.”

“Oh right. Well…”

The flames are starting the consume the curtains and spread across the carpet as Tommy and I round the corner from my bedroom. I make a beeline for the kitchen to grab the extinguisher I had luckily purchased when Nikki started lighting himself on fire in their apartment. I toss it to Tommy and he gets everything currently on fire doused with the foamy liquid.

“What the fuck?” He wonders aloud as he reaches down picking up a broken bottle out of the mess. “River who the fuck would throw a moltov cocktail in your apartment?”

It’s like Loki the God of chaos himself is answering him when my door is kicked in and Kevin sways in full of intoxicated rage. He spots me frozen with fear against the fridge and begins to stomp towards me.

“You fucking good for nothing cunt I should’ve killed you when I had the chance” He screams and lunges towards me but is knocked to the ground by Tommy tackling him.

Tommy’s fist is covered in blood by the time I can get him pulled off Kevin and he spits on him as I get him pulled out of there just in time for the police and fire department to be pulling into the parking lot.

“We’ll be in touch.” The man hands me his card with his info on it before getting in his car and leaving.

Tommy is silent as we walk back to my apartment for me to inspect the damage done. My plants near my window scorched and my carpet destroyed is enough to send me over the edge. I collapse in the fetal position and let myself break down for the first time since the chaos began. I feel Tommy lay on the ground next to me and wrap his arms around me letting me have my moment.

“Thank you.” I hoarsely let out.

“I told you that you were stuck with us guys for the rest of your life especially me.” He pressed a small kiss to my shoulder and butterflies filled my stomach.

“Let's get off the ground.” I sniffle the both of us sitting back up slowly and eventually clambering back into my bed.

He pulls me against his body and rests his chin on the top of my head, the soft movement of him breathing lulling me to sleep.

“It’s the goddamn principal of the matter.” Nikki ranted as he paced through my living room while I tried to enjoy my morning coffee.

“So tell Vince you’re pissed.”

“No I can’t let him think he won. He needs to think I never wanted Beth in the first place.” He scoffed.

“Did you want Beth?”

“She gives great blowjobs. That’s why I suggested a threesome in the first place.” He plops into one of my chairs looking up at the ceiling.

“Listen Nikki I’m gonna be brutally honest since we’re friends and you would be with me, this is your fault for opening up your girlfriend to Vince Neil.”

“I hate it when you’re right you know that?”

“You’ll find a new groupie to fuck Nikki you’ll be fine. Now we gotta get to the studio you boys have photos for the album we need to take today.”

The boys had finished recording their first album by the grace of God himself. They spent the entire few days in the studio drunk and pissing off their sketchball manager, but by the end of it they had a full blown album that didn’t take much money to produce. They even got to save money on photos for the album since I was their personal photographer, which aforementioned sketchball was thrilled about. His name was Alan, but I didn’t have a good feeling about him so I rarely referred to him by his name, not to his face.

“My hair isn’t going to show!” Vince pouted in front of the (awful) white background Alan had thrown together for their album pictures.

“It’ll be fine Vinnie we’re gonna get them edited by a professional.” He quipped from beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask unaware he was having somebody else edit my photos.

“Well yeah sweetheart you expect me to trust the work of an amature to look good enough without editing? You’re out of your mind.”

“Listen here you sweaty ass-” I’m cut off by Tommy’s hand covering my mouth blocking the next slew of insults I had prepared.

“Let's take 5 for a cigarette break” He says cheerfully and leads me away still covering my mouth.

“You can stop licking my hand thinking that is gonna make me move it from your mouth you know.” Tommy says after dragging me outside the building we were shooting in. I pull away from him and fix him with a death glare that he just chuckles at lighting up a cigarette.

“I don’t want someone else to fuck with my photos Tommy. They’ll ruin it, I just know it.”

“It’ll be fine Riv. Besides if it’s fucked up then next time Alan can pay you more to do the photos and the editing.”

“Yeah that cheap bastard isn’t about to pay me more for jack shit Tommy.” I roll my eyes and pace back and forth in front of him. “Are you guys sure you want him as your manager? He gives me a weird feeling.”

“I think you’re paranoid babe” Tommy pulled me close and placed a kiss on my forehead. “Now lets get through this photoshoot so we can party it up later alright?”

“As much as I hate The Troubadour sometimes, yes I’m willing to get through the rest of the photoshoot so that we can go ‘party it up’ with the boys there” I tease and lean in close to him.

Tommy’s intoxicating scent of leather, cigarettes, and the men’s body wash I’ve been getting him to use pulls me in and I tuck my face into his neck and place a soft kiss there. He hums as his hand plays softly in my hair and he pulls slightly to tilt my head up. Our lips connect in a soft peck and he pulls away to stroke my cheek with his thumb.

When I walk back in Alan was nowhere to be found, which was perfect for me so that I could get my work done faster. Vince it seems has also finished his little temper tantrum as well. The rest of the shoot goes by without a hitch and we get our final shot for the cover of the album, which was just a close up shot of Vince’s crotch. By the time we get done and piled into my car it’s about time to get ready for the party the boys were throwing for completing the album and releasing it themselves on their own record label.

“Are you Nikki Sixx?” A voice off to the side of Nikki calls and he turns from our conversation with a shit eating grin giving her a single “no” in response.

“Oh well that’s a shame cause I was going to split this quaalude with him.” She shrugs and goes to move on, but Nikki quickly stops her and confirms he in fact is Nikki Sixx and he was just fucking with her.

I watch her smile and bite her drug in half placing the other half onto Nikki’s tongue and he looks like he just might be falling in love for the first time. I look around and see Vince and Beth wrapped up together and Mick nursing his bottle of vodka, but I can’t find Tommy. I make my way through the crowd up to the bar and I don’t spot the tall brunette anywhere. He could just be outside smoking a cigarette, I tell myself feeling the bits of insecurity start to blossom in my head.

“Two Jack and Cokes please” I say to the bartender when I finally get his attention. I figure if I go to find Tommy with a drink in hand it makes me look less like a crazy person.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing ordering your own drinks?” The man to my left says and I have to put effort into not rolling my eyes.

“Well nothing on me is broken so I’m more than capable of getting my own drinks” I shoot back trying to walk away, but his hand comes up to block me from going forward.

“I’m just saying if you got a man he should be catering to you. What’s your name goddess?” His sickening grin shows teeth all too white against far too tan of skin.

“Her name is none of your business.” A deep huff comes from behind me and I turn to see Mick casually leaning against the bar.

“What are you her fucking dad?” The overly bronze man snaps.

“I’m trying to help you, but if you don’t want to keep all your fucking teeth that’s your dumbass decision.” Mick chuckles and tips his head to Tommy making his way towards us already sending hate eyes to the man next to me.

“You should listen to the man.” I shrug. “He fights.” I nod toward Tommy for emphasis.

The man looks like he’s about to argue when I feel Tommy slide his arm across my shoulders.

“This guy bothering you babe?” He asks sipping the drink in my hand never breaking eye contact with the strange guy with a look that said ‘one wrong move and I’ll kill you.

I smile like a cat that just caught a mouse and sip my drink as well.

My back hits the back wall of the closet as Tommy tries to find a secure place to hold my body so he can kiss me and grind into me at the same time.

“Fuck can I get this kind of reaction everytime I stick up for you.” Tommy pants breaking away from our kissing to catch his breath.

He hisses as I grind against him while pulling his hair back to expose his neck to me. I take the opportunity to nip at the skin there and feel the rumbling of another groan pass through him. Tommy begins to unlace his pants and suddenly the realization of how public we are hits me. Right as a worker opens the closet door to be exact.

“Ah I’m so sorry!” I yelp climbing off Tommy and rushing out of the closet and out the back door. Tommy is hot on my tail quickly catching up with the help of his long ass legs.

“Come on.” Tommy begins leading me to my car. “We’re going to your apartment to finish this.

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 4 years ago

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NOT YOU TOO | VM

Vinny Mauro | 954 Words

Sometimes Vinny wonders how he made it through the police academy... He honestly just wanted to go taze assholes for the fun of it and get payed for it. But little did he really know that being a police officer was a lot of work. Not that he didn’t like work, he just didn’t like the murder side of work. So when they put him as the head officer on the recent serial murders, he wasn’t so stoked.

In the early morning hours he was called in by his boss, saying “there’s another one.”

He definitely wasn’t happy. He needed all the beauty rest he could get and this was totally fucking with his sleep. Nonetheless he got up, got dressed and went to the crime scene. The flashing lights of police cars were blinding, the sound of chatter amongst officers was ear ringing and a small crowd of people had begun to form behind the police tape. All in their nightshirts and night gowns.

Crime scene photographers camera flashes could be seen from atop the hill. At the bottom of the steep slope, in the tall grass is where the victim lay. He couldn’t make anything out since it was so dark out so he made a careful descent down the hill.

He felt slightly nervous... He never liked to see dead bodies. You on the other hand, his best friend and in his mind hopefully more, would preform all of the autopsies on the victims that came through. He admired you for that, being able to look deep inside, through blood and gore you’d be able to find the tiniest details. But him? He could barely look at a body for more than ten seconds. He had never liked the thought of death.

He’d been sad that you’d been gone for a few days... He texted and called but there was no answer. It was kind of like you to do that sort of thing. Make an unplanned trip with no phones or do something where you’d just lose contact with everyone. It was sort of a coping thing. And he totally understood that.

So when he pushed aside the tall grass to come upon the real scene, he about lost all of his food right there. He didn’t expect to see what he saw. He wished he never did. He just wanted to believe this was a nightmare he was having, or a cruel trick someone was playing... But no. It was no trick, no dream, all reality.

And god was reality harsh.

You lie there in the grass, your arms crossed on your chest, holding a bouquet of red roses. Your face contorted in horror. Your once sparkly eyes, now glazed over and an off white color. Your hair was fanned out nicely, the same could be said about your dirt and bloodstained white dress. Cuts, bruises, and gashes were all over your arms in legs. It was horrid. He tried so hard not to cry.

The girl who he loved but never told is here in front of him. Dead.

Crime scene contamination be damned as he drops to his knees and cradles you in his arms, crying softly. You’re freezing in his arms but he doesn’t care. He just hopes that by holding you, you’ll come back. Or at least pass to a better place faster. Running his fingers through your hair like he would do when you’d come over upset and crying. It would always help you and he knew it. You’d drift off into a peaceful sleep in his arms. Eventually he’d fall asleep as well, but he knew that would never happen tonight. He just kept muttering something to you through tears. No one dared to pull him away from you.

His brown hair shields both of your faces from onlookers as he leans over you. His tears falling onto your face. He uses his thumb to shut your pale eyes, and holds your jaw shut so it doesn’t hang open. You finally looked like you fell asleep in his arms. But all he can feel is, confused, angry, and upset. But he can’t choose which one to act on. He wants you here. Right now. With him. You were supposed to live a great life. But it was cut short.

Only when someone places their hand on Vinny’s shoulder does he look away from your face. His brown eyes meet his coworkers as she wordlessly tells him to let you go. It’s time to get up. To move on. To catch who did this.

So he does. He places you down gently on the grass, kissing your forehead lightly and squeezing your icy hand before standing up slowly. His head is hung low as he’s brought back up the hill and to his car. That marked the worst night of his life.

Only four days later did you have your funeral. Half of the town showed up. You were quite popular amongst the people and everyone knew why. You were just a bright soul, doing anything you could for anyone who needed it. Everyone respected that.

Vinny sat in the front row with your parents, in his finest black shirt and pants, matching with a tie that was your favorite color. You’d bought it for him in fact. He cried the whole time, looking at you in your dark oak casket. They did you up nicely. You looked at peace in your long sleeve black dress, your hair pinned back nicely, and your makeup done like you’d do for special occasions. He was the last to say goodbye before they closed your casket, kissing you on the forehead one last time.

Rest In Peace.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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Wedding Chaos

I’m clearly in a wedding mood, but hey, June is bride’s month or something like that.

This was requested FOREVER ago but it took me forever to write it, too. I have to admit this is the fourth version of this request that I’ve written, the other three just sitting in my Google Drive unfinished and untitled.

I hope you like this, sorry it took way too long (and yes I still have another request sorry I suck)!

60. “I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles.”

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“I now pronounce you, husband and wife!” the minister says, your best friend kissing her now husband as everyone around you cheers.

Since you met, you always said you would be each other maid/matron of honor. You were a long way from Charlie proposing, but you knew that you would be standing up there saying ‘I do’ to him with Natalie by your side, just like you were doing for her now.

The entire wedding, you knew you were supposed to be focused on Natalie and Domenic, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off Charlie, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you either, making it all the more distracting. Something about the red dress Nat had picked made him unable to look away. The dress fit you perfectly, and he knew how happy you were that Natalie picked a dress that had pockets. He loved how it looked on you and how happy you were wearing it, but damn, was he excited to take it off you tonight.

Natalie’s college roommate, Samantha, nudges you to pay attention as Natalie and Domenic start to leave, “I know your man is hot, but we’ve gotta get to pictures so we can get to our dates faster,” she jokes pushing you towards Vinny. Her boyfriend was sitting by Charlie, probably wanting to do the same thing to her that Charlie wanted to do to you. Leave it to Nat to pick the dresses that made you look so good, your boyfriends wanted them on the hotel room floor.

You walk down the aisle arm-in-arm with Domenic’s best man, waving to Charlie as the wedding party follows so you can take pictures outside. Natalie could not look more beautiful as the two of you took pictures together. “I’m so happy for you!” you tell her, starting to cry a little.

“I can’t wait for this to be you,” she says, smiling at you as the photographer takes pictures.

“Nope. We’re not thinking about that tonight. This day, today, is all about you, babe.”

Even though you were celebrating Nat, you couldn’t help but think of Charlie. Since he wasn’t in the wedding party, he was going to the reception alone while you went over with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, drinking so much champagne that you probably didn’t need to drink anymore at the wedding, even though you knew you were going to. At least you got to sit with Charlie to eat, thanks to your constant bothering of Natalie and convincing her and Domenic to have their own table while everyone else surrounded them.

“Can we talk about how Payton and Charlie didn’t pay attention the entire wedding?” Samantha says, just loud enough for you to hear it. For being drunk, she was really good at the whispering thing right now.

“I’m so glad you noticed that, too.”

“Well, it’s not like the boys are subtle. But at least it was enjoyable,” she shrugs, sending you both into uncontrollable laughter as one of the groomsmen pours you both more champagne.

Since taking the millions of photos and the drive to the reception in some traffic, it’s been at least an hour since the ceremony is over. You’re just hoping one of Natalie’s cousins or friends from school hasn’t tried to get to Charlie while you’re gone. He was currently hot and alone at a wedding; exactly what Natalie’s single friends would want.

‘Almost there!’ you text him, the champagne making you more excited than you should be.

‘Can’t wait! Everyone’s taking all the cheese! :0’

‘NO. Don’t let that happen!’

“Hey, Nat. Charlie told me that all the guests are eating the cheese. Don’t they know that wine and cheese is our staple girls night dinner?”

“That’s so rude! Babe, make sure no one else takes the cheese. Y/N/N and I need to get some,” she says to Domenic, clearly already drunk.

Everyone starts laughing as you pull up to the reception venue, Domenic taking the glass away from Natalie, “Maybe you don’t drink anymore until we give a toast,” he says. The smile hasn’t left his face the entire day, since seeing Natalie walk down that aisle.

You wonder if Charlie will be the same at your wedding? That’s assuming your suspicions are right that he actually is the one. What color will the wedding party wear; will they have the royal blue that you’ve always wanted, or will Charlie want another color? Where will he want to have it, somewhere in Boston or in one of your hometowns? Why are you even thinking about this? This is your best friend’s big day. Your time will come.

After the introductions, you finally get to sit down with Charlie, a plate at the spot next to him, you still a little drunk from the ride over. Samantha and Payton were off somewhere else, doing something else. You definitely knew what it was, but who really cares?

“What is this?” you look down at the plate filled with food.

“I made sure to get one of everything before it was gone, especially the cheese,” he says, smiling.

“You’re cheesy,” you joke, kissing his cheek as his hand rests on your thigh. The slit in the dress was high enough that he was touching your skin, and combined with the alcohol was sending chills through your body.

“And you’re drunk,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear, sending you into a fit of giggles as he kisses your cheek. “You look so damn good in that dress, but I think you’d look even better with it off. You know I can’t sleep without you. I need my personal body heater and cuddles, and maybe a little more?”

“And all I can think about is you-”

“Y/N?” a familiar voice interrupts you.

You look away from Charlie to see someone that wasn’t on the guest list. “Andrew. What the fuck are you doing here?”

Andrew was Natalie’s high school boyfriend, the guy she dated right before she met Domenic. You never liked him, and he never liked you. Natalie dumped him after sophomore year of college because he was being a distant ass, but he never told any of his friends or family that they broke up until six months later, which was weird, right? You knew Natalie’s guest list inside and out; he wasn’t on it. No one you invited would have brought him. So why was he here?

“I’m going to go get some drinks for us,” Charlie says, clearly uncomfortable by Andrew’s presence.

“This is not the time for you to leave, no!” you call as he practically runs away anyway, trying to grab him by his sleeve only to nearly fall of your chair.

“Can we talk?” Andrew asks, taking Charlie’s seat next to you.

“You weren’t invited.” One of the biggest rules of your’s and Nat’s friendships was ‘hate the people the other hates, too.’ You hated him before she did, but now you hated him even more.

“Uh, Joy brought me.” He runs his hand through his hair, unable to make eye contact with you. That was his tell when he was lying about something; you had picked up on it about two weeks into meeting when you were younger.

“No, she didn’t. Joy brought her girlfriend,” you point to the dancefloor where the two of them are dancing. You didn’t know Joy’s girlfriend well enough to send her her own invitation, so Joy brought her as her plus one. There was no way Natalie knew that Andrew was here. You didn’t even know he was going to be here. You try to find her in the crowd of her guests, finding her by her parents and brothers, laughing, not even noticing anything outside of their conversation. Thank god. He needed to be gone before she could notice.

“Ok, I convinced someone to bring me. But I wanted to talk to you,” he admits. You roll your eyes as Vinny gets up to give his best man toast. Thank god, because that meant you had to go stand beside him to give your toast right after.

You find Charlie still standing by the bar, switching between giving Andrew a death stare and mentally undressing you, both of which you loved, you had to admit. You didn’t hear any of Vinny’s toast, but you were ready when it came to yours.

“I’ve been slowly crafting this speech since I met Natalie when we were, what, four? Natalie probably knows everything that I’m about to say but because she’s the greatest she’s going to roll her eyes and laugh at the appropriate times like I didn’t call her at two this morning and read this to her so I can make sure she wouldn’t kill me for what I’m about to say.

Nat, you loved me so much that you had to date me, because, as we have pointed out in many situations, Domenic is the male version of me. And now you’re spending the rest of your life with me. I mean, Dom,” you pause as everyone laughs, “No, wait, I mean me.” It was corny, sure, but that’s what Natalie loved. “But really, I’m so glad you found Domenic. He really is the perfect guy for you. And if you hurt her, I will go all Godfather on your ass.”

Your entire speech, you could feel Andrew’s eyes on you, but you didn’t know why, you just knew you didn’t like it. You go back to your seat as Domenic starts to say something, Andrew still sitting in Charlie’s seat, you trying to ignore him until Charlie can get back from the bar without being rude.

“I should have went with you to junior prom and started dating you, not Natalie,” Andrew blurts out as soon as Domenic is done talking, everyone starting to move around again.

“What?” you look at him, both disgusted and confused. Andrew asking Natalie to junior prom was what marked them being together as a couple. “Nope. Not doing this. You need to leave. Goodbye.” You get up and go to Charlie, still standing at the bar waiting for your drinks. “Please tell me you got me something strong.”

“Rum and coke, more rum. Who is that guy and why don’t I like him?” You follow Charlie’s eyes to see Andrew still sitting at your seat, playing with your name card.

“Natalie’s ex who wasn’t invited. He’s being a jackass and needs to leave.”

“Should I do something about it?”

“No, because I don’t need you getting kicked out. I’ll handle it.” The bartender finally gives Charlie the drinks, you taking yours and downing it a lot faster than you probably should. If you had any chance of not killing Andrew for being there in the first place, you couldn’t be sober, as bad as that may be.

Charlie orders you another drink, standing there in awe of how fast you put that back.

You go and try to find Samantha. “Mayday,” you tell her, grabbing her arm and dragging her off the dance floor and towards your table. “Voldemort is here.” After Natalie and Andrew broke up, Samantha had suggested you call him ‘Voldemort’ since the name was now ruined for all three of you.

You go over to your table, just praying that Andrew will actually leave. “So, you know you need to leave before she sees you, right?” you say, the two of you standing over him still sitting at your table.

“No.”

“There’s no way you could be that stupid,” Samantha says, rolling her eyes.

“I told you before that you needed to.”

“I want to talk to you. I want a chance.” You feel yourself ready to hit him across the face, unsure if the feeling is genuine anger or mixed with alcohol

“Ok, one, no. You’re my best friend ex. Two, no. I would never have dated you anyway. Three, no. I have a boyfriend. Four, no. You need to leave.” You start to walk away from him, going to find Vinny or one of the other groomsmen when you feel his hand grab your arm. “Let go of me.”

“Then at least dance with me.” Why was he being like this? He wasn’t being aggressive, but weirdly persistent. There was no reason for this.

“What is the point of this? No. You’re leaving.”

“You weren’t even invited. Get off of her.” Samantha tries to pry him off of you, only for him to push her away, causing her to almost fall back into the chair of another table.

“No.”

“If she told you that you need to leave, then I think you need to leave,” you hear Charlie’s voice from behind you. He walks right up to Andrew, towering over him as Andrew practically shrinks in front of him. “So let go of my girlfriend, and get out of her best friend’s wedding or I’m going to throw you out.”

He lets go of you, not breaking eye contact with Charlie. “You’re really dating this meathead?”

“Excuse me?” Charlie gets in front of you.

You grab Charlie’s collar, pulling him back so he doesn’t hit him like you knew he wanted to. “Charlie, not in here. Andrew, you need to leave before he brings you outside and actually hits you. You know he plays in the NHL, right?”

Andrew’s eyes grow wide, “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, so what are you going to do?” Charlie asks, getting closer to him despite your efforts to keep him away.

“Leave.” Andrew practically runs away, nearly knocking over Natalie in the process.

“Was that?” Natalie comes running towards you, confused.

“Yep.”

“How?”

“Don’t know,” Samantha shrugs, leaving to go join Payton.

“But he’s-”

“Leaving.” Charlie interrupts.

“My hero,” you say to him, throwing yourself in his arms and acting dramatic like in those old movies. The three of you laugh and go out onto the dance floor.

A slow dance starts and Domenic takes Natalie away, Payton and Samantha dancing together, too as Charlie wraps his arms around your waist, your arms draping on his shoulders, your foreheads pressed together as you sway to the music. “You are the most beautiful girl here,” Charlie whispers, his eyes closed.

“I think today you’re supposed to say that about the bride,” you tell him, even though you can’t help but smile at his compliment.

“Well, I think that about you every day.”

You look up to him as the song ends and changes to a faster song. The rest of the wedding melts away as you kiss him. The only person that mattered to you was Charlie. You could just imagine dancing like this at your own wedding to him.

The only thing that broke you out of it was when the DJ announced that it was time to throw the boquet. You didn’t care if you actually caught it, especially since the tradition is for single women, anyway. You knew you would be with Charlie regardless of some superstition. If anyone was getting married next, it was Samantha and Payton; they already knew their wedding date, she just didn’t have the ring yet.

The two of you are in the middle of all the ladies. “Does it really matter if we catch it if we already know we’re getting married?” Samantha asks.

“If neither of us is engaged, do we know that we’re getting married?”

“I’ve been with Payton for eight years. If I don’t marry him, I’m never getting married.”

Natalie turns around, signaling that she’s going to throw the bouquet. She throws it, all the other girls shoving each other as you just try to get your hands in the air. There was no point in you being in the group if you weren’t going to try.

One of Natalie’s cousin’s catches it, running over to her date who looks absolutely terrified. You go back to Charlie, him pulling you onto his lap. “Welp, I guess we’re not getting married yet,” you shrug, draping your arms on his shoulders like you did when you were dancing.

“Maybe not next, but we will.”

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mickmarstookmyheart · 5 years ago

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Life's a Sick Joke pt 7

Pairing: Mick Mars x Reader

Would like to start from the beginning? Great! Here is Part 1!

Sidenote: As this story is under construction, I would like to warn you that those chapters which don’t have a proper title are written in the main caharcter’s POV!! Be aware!!! Be awaaare! I hope you will enjoy this storyas I did writing it, have a nice day and feel free to leave marks!

7. “He is my brother.”

"Mass shooting at concert. On the cover: photographer who is rumored to be with guitarist Mick Mars, jump in front of singer, Vince Neil from the famous metal band, Mötley Crüe. There was a mass shooting..." You read it out loudly from the newspaper. "So what?"

"I understood that you saved Vince because I would've done the same...but you could've called me!" He ranted taking the newspaper from your hand.

"See, Mick? Everyone understands me except you." He just rolled his eyes.

"By the way, why didn't YOU called me?" Dylan turned to Mick. "If she was blacked out, you could've told me. I thought you are a grown-up. I trusted you to take care of her." Dylan was so furious, you haven't seen him like this for a very long time. He stepped closer to Mick who glared at Dylan. "I trusted you, man." Mick looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry. I... I just..." Mick started to apologize but Dylan cut him off.

"Don't apologize. It doesn't matter, now." He huffed and his face was crimson red. You put your hand on his shoulder to calm him down but he drifted away.

"Don't dare to touch me, right now."

"Dylan..." His hand swang so quickly you didn't even have the time to blink. His fist landed on the wall just beside Mick's head. He was just as shocked as Tommy and you. "Dylan, stop!" You walked closer to him and pushed him away from Mick. You stood between the two of them. You placed your hands on his chest but he pushed you away again and made you fell over. If Tommy wouldn't have been there you would land on the ground. He held your arms strongly and smiled at you.

"Hey there." How can he be this fucking tall?

"Thanks, Lee."

"Are you out of your MIND? You could've hurt her. It's okay if you hit me, but don't dare to hurt her like that again." Mick rushed to you and cupped your face with his hands. He brushed his thumb over your cheeks and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "Are you okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Don't worry about me." You glanced at Dylan who had his hand on his mouth and his eyes were wide.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry." He glared at his hands. "I don't know why I did that. I'm so sorry." He lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and ran away.

∆

"Anyway, do we know anything about the shooter?" You were laying on the couch with Mick, whom with you discussed everything, he also apologized for his behavior after Dylan's burst out.

"No, but I think everyone knows who was it. At least from which religion." Mick muttered with anger. He pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your forehead. It was his new habit. Not that you were complaining. He was sure the new album was the reason for the attack.

"Can I ask something?" Vinnie asked from the bed you were supposed to lay on. He was laying there and was staring at the ceiling. "Back at the auditorium, you said that you had been through worse. What did you mean by that? I mean, what worse could happen to you?" You sighed and instantly regretted saying that. Mick also glanced at you and Tommy and Nikki paid all their attention, too. You slowly sat up and ran your fingers through your hair.

"Do I need to tell you? Cause it's not my favorite topic." Thank Satan Mick realized that you don't like to talk about past stuff so he kinda let it go. He accepted as your present self and didn't care about your past. But now that you have a "new" friend who is curious as fuck, he will constantly piss you off with the smallest things.

"Yeah. We want to hear it." Tommy yelled and you felt Mick's hand on your back and was playing with the end of your hair.

"Goddamn, okay. So as I have already told or not told you I didn't have the most beautiful childhood. Just like you, Nikki." He glanced at you and gave a sad smile. "Our parents honestly didn't give a fuck about our wellbeing, or anything. When sometimes they realized about our existence they either hit us or yelled at even if we didn't do anything wrong. There was a night when Dylan and I looked after our sister...I was about 10 years old I guess, and Dylan was a bit older than me. Our parents slept at that time of the day. We managed to wake up Izzy and she woke up our parents, too. They were furious as hell and my dad even hit Dylan, even if he aimed me... Later my dad grabbed his knife and cut me with it." You sighed. That dream just brought up some memories you wished you could forget.

"What the hell?" Vinnie yelled. "Where are they? I wanna meet them."

"Let me finish it. The funny part just comes, I promise." You chuckled. "So, later, in the hospital I and Dylan had to lie that I fell over with a knife in my hands. They didn't believe it due they saw Dylan's bruise but both of my parents were joking about how clumsy I was." You lowered your head and played with the side of the blanket. They didn't say a word. They were both looking at you with open mouths. "Hey, but they are not part of my life anymore and I'm here and alive! And now I have a real family. You guys."

"Ohh we love you, too, Cooper." Tommy approached you and helped you stand up. He hugged you so tightly you were afraid your patch would bleed again. But fuck it. It was your moment and nothing or no one could ruin that. All the boys gathered and hugged.

"Okay, now it's enough." Mick spoke up and you burst into laughter. You turned to him and kissed his lips. He kissed you back more passionately than you expected. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. If I would've known..."

"Shhh. Don't worry." You kissed him one last time.

"Yuck. It's disgusting. Get a room, guys." Vince whined and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"I think he is right." Mick whispered so quietly that only you could hear it.

"Hmm. Agreed." You smirked.

"We can hear you guys, you know." Nikki spoke up and crossed his arms.

∆

"Is this Mrs. Mars?" The famous lady whom everybody talks about?" Izzy giggled on the phone.

"You are not funny. So, I'm not calling you just for small talk. Do you know anything about Dylan?" You got in the middle.

"Nah...why would I know? Why I supposed to know?" She giggled nervously.

"Don't lie to me, little miss. You know something."

"I don't."

"You do. Literally, I raised you so I know exactly when you are lying, even if I'm not present. So what is it? It's about his job or what?" Dylan's behavior scared the shit out of you. He never hurt you or was angry at you. Like, this angry.

“Err. Dylan will kill me if I tell you."

"Me, too if you won't tell me. Oh for the fuck's sake I will convince him that I forced you." You snapped walking around as the wire let you.

"Sooo... Dylan has been acting strange lately. And on the weekends when I'm at home he is out..quite often. And when I asked him where is he going he just sent me to hell and left the house."

"So he is going to parties?" You raised one of your eyebrows.

"Who are you talking to?" Mick asked who found you after you worried yourself sick about Dylan and searched for a phone to call your sis if she knows anything important.

"Just Izzy." He hugged you from the back and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

"Oh Hey, Mick!" She greeted the guitarist.

"Hello." Mick greeted back.

"So back to the story, please."

“Well, one night I asked my friend to spy a little bit. We followed him to a bar, where he just sat down and drank."

"So that's the big story?"

"No. He drank so much I have never seen anyone drink this much. He was completely unaware of his actions. He almost got into a fight, too." You bit down your lip and started walking again to calm yourself down. You felt Mick's eyes following each of your steps.

"Hmm. And then what happened?" You started playing with the wire of the phone.

"I told my friend to go home and I will handle him. When I approached him he shouted at me and was angry as hell. Although he told me to leave him alone I helped him walk home. We sat down and I forced him to tell me what the fuck is going on with him."

"And?" You were on the edge of crying. You leaned on the wall and shut your eyes. You squeezed your forehead with your fingers.

"I don't know even if I have to tell you this. Or how to say it." Isabelle was insecure about it. She knew that you would freak out, but maybe it was Dylan's only chance to get back to normal.

"Oh come on. If you started then finish it." You yelled on the phone.

"He has problems. Anger problems. Like our dad used to have. And he is coping with it with drinking. After he told me he started crying and shaking. I had no idea this thing could be inherited." Your chest was heavy and tears ran down your cheeks. Mick just looked sorry and he gave you an encouraging smile, not knowing the situation.

"It seems it can." You muttered.

"And he told me that he went out so often because he didn't want to hurt me. He pisses off of the smallest things, well at least that's what he told me. And we both know I can be pretty annoying. Anyway, what made you call me?"

"Because Dylan was here. And he was so outraged. He almost hit poor Mick." He took your hands into his and placed a kiss on it.

"Did he hurt you?" She asked.

"No. Well, he pushed me a little but Tommy caught me. Nothing serious. You know we always did that."

"Yeah, I can remember. You two beat each other like professionals." You smiled from the thought of it.

"Do you have any idea where he can be?"

"Well, there is one place you can find him, now."

∆

"No way you are going there alone!"

After you hang up with Izzy you told Mick the whole story. He eagerly listened to you patiently while you tried your best not to cry. "You are not even allowed to leave the hospital yet!"

"I will talk to Dr. Prince Charming and finally ask him when can I go. I think they have already done so many tests that I don't have much blood remaining and I feel good, too so it doesn't have any sense to stay here more. And I'm already fed up with this place. I wanna go home...well at least away from here, from these people." You complain Mick the whole thing under one breath. He just rolled his eyes but you hoped he now got it.

"So after you are free to go you really think you can find him?" He asked not believing you.

"Yeah."

"Then I'm coming with you. I won't let you there alone."

"He is my brother. He won't hurt me."

"Hmm. Really? Then he was just joking around yesterday?" He crossed his arms.

"You can be a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that right?" You murmured.

"I know, babe. And that's exactly why you love me." He put his fingers under your chin and kissed you. "Dr. Prince Charming, huh?" He asked a few minutes later.

"Yes. But I'm more like a Dark Knight person." You smiled at him and wiped away his hair from his face and kissed him back.

∆

You were walking down the avenue along with all the boys since they wanted to go to a bar and neither of them wanted to leave you alone with Dylan. You told him you don't need them there because it's family business but they insisted.

"Then please behave, okay? And don't hurt him!" You scolded them but they just laughed.

"Okay, mom." Tommy saluted and looked at you with puppy eyes. Mick let go of your hands while you punched Tommy in the shoulder. While you were beating him, Mick walked farther and stopped in front of a pub. He looked at you and lowered his head.

"What? Oh no." You looked through the glass and then you saw him. Dylan was sitting at the bar and he had a big bottle of Jack Daniel's with him. Half of it already missed and he was pouring more for himself. He looked miserable and he supported his head with his hand. When you wanted to enter, Mick grabbed your hand. "Hmm?"

"Are you sure you want to talk to him...in his condition?" He looked deep in your eyes.

"I'm completely sure." You glared at him, escaping from his grip.

"Then ladies first." He opened the door and put his hand on your back to support, both physically cause your wound still hurt like hell and also emotionally. When you approached him you hesitated. You gave Mick a final look and cleared your throat. You didn't want to scold him why he hadn't told you, just help him handle this situation.

"Khm. Dylan?"

"What do you want?" Well, you were disappointed by this answer, but not surprised. He was devastated.

"Can we talk? Please." You tried to smile but he didn't even look up from his glass. "Dylan, come on. Don't be childish!" You poked his shoulder playfully.

"Me, childish? You are the one talking?" He huffed and pure more whiskey in his glass.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked crossing your arms. You started to get a bit annoyed. Mick pulled you closer to him. Nikki, Tommy, and Vince found a table in the back of the pub but they were all watching the scene.

"What? You tell me." He took a sip from his drink, but as soon as he put it down you took it and the bottle, too.

"Dylan Cooper, at least listen to me while I'm talking to you. And we will talk about whether you like it or not! So you don't have anything to say to me? Why you are drinking like it's the most obvious thing early in the morning?"

"Give it back." He needed the drink. He didn't want to hurt you and it was the only thing that was able to hold him back.

"Answer. Then I will give it back."

"I said GIVE IT BACK!" He shouted and stood up from the chair. His face was inches away and you felt Mick's grip tightening on your hand. The boys were approaching you.

"NO. And don't make a scene. Everybody is watching us."

"I don't give a FUCK if everybody's watching. I give them a show like your new boy does." He turned around and pointed at Mick.

"Leave him out of this! Let's go outside! Please." Finally, you made him come with you and were outside now. The others came along, too looking serious. If it wasn't this situation they might look funny. But this wasn't the time for that.

"So?"

"What do you want to hear? That I'm sorry and I won't do it next time?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That I hurt you. And your new pets come with you to save you from me. From your OWN brother who defended you from your parents and gave you the home you can live in and everything. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" As he let out his anger he started to cry.

"I don't give a damn if you hit me. And don't insult them. I told them to stay at the hotel but they came nevertheless. Please, Dylan, tell me what is going on with you! Let me help you. Please."

"Why are you treating me if I were a little child or a drug addict, huh? Do you treat them like this, too?" He gestured towards the boys.

"We are here and hear everything, you know." Nikki spoke up.

"Yeah man, don't talk about us like this. We have feelings, dude." Tommy added.

"Whatever. So let's make things clear, (Y/N). I don't have any problem and I don't need help. I'm an adult man who does whatever he wants. And if you can't accept it then leave me the hell alone! I don't want to see you or hear from you! Go around and kill yourself if this makes you happy. I don't care." He took a deep breath and walked away.

You heard a sound.

It was your heart. into a million pieces.

Next chapter

Tags: @cmft-jr-winchester @leatherandheels

Tbh that's not why I originally planned. But that happens when the characters come alive and do whatever the hell they want to do.

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #80s music #80srock #mickmars #rocknroll #glam rock #life's a sick joke #life is a sick joke #mick mars x reader #mick mars imagine #mick mars #motley crue x reader #motley crue imagine

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valentines-in-london · 5 years ago

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I Need Fire (Part 22)

Authors Note: Hello everyone. Oh my gosh I am so sorry for the delay! I haven’t been in a great place mentally and am finally starting to come out of it and get inspired again. I don’t even know if anyone will read this because I’ve been gone so long. And if that’s the case it’s on me and know I truly am so sorry! If this chapter does get any feedback I would greatly appreciate it, I’ve really missed you all<3 Word Count: 4,963 Warnings: smut Taglist: @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1 @la-sorciere-fleur @anxious-diabetic @xdeath-soulx @fanofnightz @songbirdkisses kaitieskidmore1 If you’d like to be added please let me know!

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Chapter 22

Tommy walked into the studio the next day and was abruptly smacked in the chest with a magazine by Doc. "Did you fucking propose?"

"Doc, what?" Tommy asked confused looking down at the magazine in his hand.

IS THE MOTLEY CRUE DRUMMER SETTLING DOWN?

LEARN MORE ABOUT HIS MYSTERY WOMAN INSIDE!

Tommy's eyes went wide, "What the fuck?"

"Exactly, what the fuck. If you're going to do something like that you need to let me know first." Doc said sternly.

"Why should I let you know anything, you're not my fucking dad. I don’t need your permission to do anything outside the fucking band." Tommy spat back.

"I might not be your dad Tommy but I might as well be of this band. And like it or not you're on your way to super stardom, and if one of the pretty boys get engaged it impacts the bands image." Doc replied. Tommy could feel anger rushing through his veins. It was his life he didn't need to answer to fucking anyone about what he did.

"Fuck the bands image, or my image. I'm not a puppet for anyone to control. I'm engaged to Rayne and that's the end of it." Tommy shouted before throwing open the door to the studio.

Three members of the band were ready to record however they were waiting on a certain blonde to make his appearance. Tommy's legs bounced with nervous energy he was pissed at Doc for ambushing him as soon as he walked in and he was pissed at Vince for wasting his time. Tommy, Mick and Nikki had been waiting around for hours.

"Hey Tommy vacuum this mess up." Nikki said sliding a silver plate full of blow over to Tommy. Tommy looked at the plate, the powder tempting him like nothing else. While waiting for Vince to show of course Nikki filled that down time with drugs.

"Nah Sixx I'm okay." Tommy rubbed his sweaty hands along his blue jeans before getting up and standing over the piano. "Where the fuck is Vince? We've been here for almost two hours and we've accomplished jack shit."

"What's with you?" Nikki narrowed his eyes. Tommy went to speak when Vince walked through the door.

"It's about time." Tommy said under his breath.

"Alright I'm here let's get started." Vince said as if he were only minutes late.

"Here Vinny I got some lyrics for you." Nikki said undeterred.

"Home Sweet Home?" Vince asked.

"It's been too long buddy." Tommy could hear Nikki's lack of sincerity bleed through. He watched as Nikki pushed the plate of blow towards Vince. "Have a bump with me."

"I just got out of fuckin jail Nikki." Vince spoke in a biting tone before composing himself and taking the plate from Nikki. Vince snorted the white powder before he starting keeling over, coughing. "What the fuck was that?"

"That was smack." Nikki said non chalantly which made Tommy's neck snap to look at the two of them. He cursed himself at the chuckle that fell from his lips.

"Oh but I'm the fuckin problem?" Vince shouted leaning over the garbage can taking a look at the magazine cover inside. "You're fucking engaged?"

With one sentence everyone in the bands eyes were on Tommy. "Uh yeah. I did it over the holidays. What's the fuckin problem?"

"Well it affects the image of the band Tommy." Nikki said after snorting a line of smack.

"Who gives a fuck about our image dude? I thought it was supposed to be about music?". Tommy started to get pissed again.

"The bad boys of rock no more. And now you won't even do lines with me." Nikki mocked.

"Oh fuck off Nikki. I think the track marks on your arm will keep the image up just fine." Tommy was fuming at this point He was in a band with junkies and alcoholics, himself included, but him being in love was a problem. They could all fuck off as far as he was concerned. He could tell that his words struck a nerve with Nikki. Tommy knew that his friend had progressed onto heroin. Tommy had visited Nikki over the break to find the bass player hunched over in his closet with a lighter and a spoon.

"Hate to break it up boys but Tommy are you ready to start laying your tracks down?" The producer buzzed in.

"With fucking pleasure." Tommy shot up and walked into the booth where his drums were set up. “And for the record, I was ready fucking two hours ago. Maybe in the future we record separately.”

One thing was for sure if this was how the recording process was going to be, this record was going to be a total shit show.

One Month Later

Tommy's instinct was right, the recording of the next album which they were tentatively calling Entertainment or Death was an absolute disaster. The songs were mediocre at best and there was no passion behind it. If the band was a dictatorship and he was in charge he would've scrapped everything and started over. Mick was drinking multiple bottles of vodka a day. Vince was on the down low with his drinking and pill intake. Nikki it goes without saying was the most fucked up out of them all. Heroin was his main priority and the effects it had on him were frightening.

Tommy had kept his promise to Rayne until a few nights ago. He felt like a complete fuck up but he was back to not using. The urges were strong but he knew he couldn't fuck up again. He had decided not to tell Rayne because he knew she'd be crushed and he couldn't do that to her. On top of all that it was finally the night of Stanley's fashion show. Rayne had been a ball of stress the past week and a half, he didn't want to add to that stress. Tonight was all about supporting her, he kept repeating to himself.

Tommy walked into the room where the show would take place, he had never been to a fashion show before so he didn't know exactly what to expect. The room was buzzing with everyone from photographers to journalists to select celebrities. Tommy looked around the room before his eyes landed on a big waterfall of blond hair that belonged to Jo. He made his way over to her, taking the seat beside her.

"Hey Jo." Tommy said glancing down at the bouquet of flowers in her lap. “What are those for?”

"Hey Tommy." Jo smiled. "I wasn't sure you'd make it. I heard Tom was a slave driver in the studio. And they’re for Rayne, it’s such a big deal! It’s her first fashion show."

"Well he is. But regardless nothing was going to keep me from seeing my girls big debut." Tommy smiled wide. The level of pride he felt for Rayne was through the roof. Not only did she apparently inspire Stanley in the first place, she helped him with ideas and themes and helped put this whole thing together. He was blown away by the amount of work she put into it. As he looked around the room everything had Rayne's touch. From the gold and purple lighting to the rich velvet drapes hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t help himself from beating himself up however by not bringing her a big bouquet of flowers. He had literally come straight from the studio, the band gave him shit for having to cut out for the night. To be honest every guy in the band should’ve been there as far as Tommy was concerned, Rayne had supported them endlessly through the years and she deserved the same.

Tommy watched as a number of photographers began to move toward and line the stage, to say he was happy to have the cameras pointed away from him tonight was an understatement.

Meanwhile backstage Rayne's nerves were coursing through her veins and it was showing through her shaking hands. She sat in a makeup chair while a makeup artist smudged black eyeshadow and liner across her eyelids. At the same time a hair stylist was piling and pinning curls on top of her head to create a dramatic shape, it was vintage but still had a modern touch to it. Once her makeup was done she got up and was quickly put into her first outfit, which the first bunch of the night were structured suits made from different materials such as leather, lace, suede, and pvc. Rayne’s was a lace suit that gave off a nude illusion with high shoulders, a tightly nipped waist and a skirt that flared out just after hugging her hips.

Rayne wished she could truly take in the backstage experience, it was absolutely buzzing! Beautiful models running around everywhere, makeup artists, and hair stylists in tow. The diversity between the models was something Rayne was really proud of. She and Stanley worked tirelessly and really thought outside the box to book different models. Stanley was really passionate about the idea of incorporating drag queens into the show. Stanley had taken Rayne to a drag show one night when Tommy was away and she had an absolute blast. The girls were a total hoot and had curves that even made Rayne jealous, even though Stanley assured her that their curves were not natural. Rayne and Stanley had also booked some older women in their show, because the entire idea behind Stanley’s show was that curves were beautiful and should be embraced no matter someones age or gender. And boy did the clothes look amazing on everyone, she had heard from almost every model how incredible it was to feel good in clothes and not be trying to hide or cover their body shape.

After reminding herself to breathe for the umpteenth time she heard Stanley’s voice which snapped her out of her nervous bubble. “Bella you look stunning!”

“I just hope I don’t fall on stage.” Rayne chuckled looking down at Stanley as she shook the nerves from body.

“You’re going to be flawless, Bella. Remember show your personality and have fun! I love you.” Stanley gave her hands a reassuring squeeze.

“I love you too.” Rayne smiled. “Thank you for everything Stanley, this honestly feels like a dream.”

“You’re the reason I’m here Bella. You’ve inspired me, you breathed new life into this fashion house. Now go out and rock it.” Rayne nodded her head looking up as the show director called five minutes and for all models to get into position. Rayne walked toward the backstage runway curtain and the show director. She was the first one out so she stood at the front of the line. Her heart was pounding but as the minutes wound down she slowly became more confident. She heard as the music pounded through the room and the lights went down, there was a little introduction light show and before she knew it Rayne was told to go. She walked out on the runway hitting a pose before she turned to walk down it. Photographers were practically crawling on the sides of the runway, flashbulbs going off constantly. It was an unnatural experience but Rayne kept her head up and legs moving forward with confidence. When Rayne reached the end of the runway she again hit a pose before flashing a smile and shaking her hips causing the bottom of the skirt to flirtatiously shake. The crowd cheered and with a final wink Rayne began her walk back down the runway. Another model began to walk toward Rayne on the runway and she stuck her hand out and the two women high fived. When Rayne reached the backstage area she was quickly whisked away to change into another outfit and get her hair fixed.

The process repeated six more times through the night before they walked the runway as a group in their final looks. The last looks of the night were very dramatic. All the models wore long coats in various color shades with a slit up the center of the coat. Each coat was lined in faux fur that matched each models hair, or wig. Under the coat they wore sheer stockings showing off their legs and high heeled boots to match the color of their hair, wig, jacket and fur. It was a fun playful look. Rayne’s curls were teased and natural, her outfit a beautiful shade of rustic red. She and Stanley were the last ones to walk out on the runway and they did so hand in hand. Everyone in the room was on their feet and clapping for them. Rayne playfully bowed toward Stanley once they reached the end of the runway before Stanley took her hand and kissed it, then covering his heart with his hand and bowing to the packed room.

Rayne was so proud of Stanley and his vision and all of his hard work, it was a beautifully warm reception by his peers. As they walked back into the dressing room everyone began to “de-drag” as the wonderfully funny drag queens called it. And soon they were all back to their normal selves, it was like Superman turning back into Clark Kent. Saying goodbye to everyone Rayne walked out to see her best friend and fiance smiling like nobody's business. Jo handed Rayne a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Congratulations foxy lady. That was amazing.”

Rayne hugged her best friend tightly before turning to a sheepish looking Tommy. “I didn’t have time to get you flowers.”

“No, thats okay.” Rayne chuckled before lifting onto her tippy toes to hug him and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Did you guys really like it? I was so nervous it was all a blur!”

“It was so fun! The music was great, the outfits were unbelievable, you all looked incredible! Also did you have men in drag?” Jo asked.

“We did! It was Stanley’s idea. He said that no one is as body positive as a drag queen, and they were a blast to work with!” Rayne happily replied. “Plus some of them were prettier than I could ever hope to be!”

“Now I wouldn’t go that far.” Tommy said wrapping his arm around Rayne’s waist.

“You have to say that, you’re not sleeping with them.” Rayne chuckled giving Tommy a wink.

“Nope, only you get that privilege.”

“Oh christ, get a room you two.” Jo playfully chastised the couple.

The Next Day

Rayne sat at her desk when suddenly a stack of newspapers were thrown in front of her. Stanley stood above her smiling. “Look, Bella.”

Rayne’s jaw dropped to see herself on the pages of the newspaper with headlines like: FASHION’S NEW RED HEADED BOMBSHELL

POISON IVY FINDS ITS LEADING LADY

FASHION HOUSE BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A UNIQUE POINT OF VIEW

SEX AND CURVES ON DISPLAY AT FASHION HOUSE COMEBACK

“Stanley, this is incredible! Look at all this coverage.” Rayne’s mouth was hanging open from sheer shock.

“And look at all these photos of you! I told you Bella, you are something!”

“Oh stop Stanley, there are photos of other models too.” Rayne waved him off.

“But none of them except one are in every single article. You might want to consider getting yourself an agent.” Stanley smiled while Rayne shook her head, surely she wouldn’t need an agent after one show.

Unfortunately for Rayne, she couldn’t have been more wrong, the phone was ringing off the hook all day with inquires about herself. And she would come to find out later on, the same thing happened for other models that had walked in the show as well. Their little fashion show had certainly sparked something in the fashion world, and her life would be changed forever.

Rayne walked into her home and tossed her keys down, Tommy was cooking dinner and immediately rushed over to Rayne lifting her slightly off the ground. “Baby have you seen the paper today? You’re in it!”

“Tommy the phone was ringing off the hook today at the studio, all of these people want to book me and I have no idea how to handle all of it, Stanley says I need to get an agent but I don’t know the first thing about finding an ag…”

“Hey, hey. Baby breathe.” Tommy placed his hands on her shoulders reassuringly. “We’ll figure it out okay? But take a second to think about how huge this is!”

“I didn’t think it would be this big of a deal.” Rayne shook her head running her fingers through her hair.

“I did.” Tommy smiled. “You’re special baby, and you’re going to do great things. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” Rayne let out a sigh that she had been holding in before lifting herself up to give Tommy a kiss. When she pulled away Rayne looked over to the kitchen. “You’re going to spoil me babe. I might not let you go on tour if you keep cooking for me.”

“Well it’s not ready yet. Sit down and relax. I mean what I said, we’ll figure everything out so don’t stress.” Tommy turned Rayne and gave her a gentle push toward the couch.

Later that night, after dinner Rayne straddled Tommy on the lounge chair outside next to the raging fire pit. Tommy’s hands made quick work to remove Rayne’s sweater leaving her in her bra, skirt, thigh highs and heels. She couldn’t help the moans that fell from her lips as his lips nipped and sucked at the sweet spot beneath her ear. “Fuck this is one way to unwind.”

Tommy smiled against her hot skin while pulling her red lace bra down exposing her pink nipples before wrapping his lips around one licking and sucking until Rayne was a writhing mess above him. She buried her hands in his thick mane of curls urging him on, and luckily for her, Tommy was all too happy to oblige. Rayne rocked her hips against Tommy’s jeans trying desperately to get any bit of friction against her clit. “A little eager tonight aren’t we?”

Rayne’s response was a simple nod of her head while pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. “Mmmhmm.”

Tommy placed both his hands on Rayne’s hips to stop her bucking before he dipped his right hand down to tease her clit over her black lace panties. “So wet for me baby.” Tommy’s voice was husky and Rayne whined in response, whenever Tommy got that tone in his voice it made her shiver. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna fuck you.” Rayne, trying to keep her composure, locked eyes with him as he kept toying with her clit.

“You wanna use me baby? Wanna ride my cock?” Tommy smiled nipping at her bottom lip.

“Fuck yes.” Rayne smiled as soon as he let go of her bottom lip.

Like the cocky son of a bitch he could be sometimes, Tommy put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the chair. “Well then, have at it.”

He didn’t need to say anymore, Rayne quickly made work on the belt buckle on Tommy’s jeans before slipping the belt through the loops. Tommy wore a cocky smile on his face and his eyes for the moment were closed, so Rayne seized the opportunity to grab Tommy’s hands that were clasped together behind his head and wrap the belt around them tying it into place. “Babe what the…”

“I’ve been waiting to tie you up since you tied me up at the hotel last tour.” Rayne deviously smiled before she slid his jeans down Tommy’s hips and legs. She could feel the heat from the flames of their fire pit kiss her back, setting her skin on fire more than it already was.

“You liked it.” Tommy narrowed his eyes.

“Oh did I like it.” Rayne smiled running her hands up and down Tommy’s length. “And now it’s your turn.” As she eased herself down onto her knees she licked from the base of his dick to the tip, she wanted to tease him as he loved to tease her. She continued to kiss and lick the sensitive skin around her favorite toy, before she moved towards his balls. She was doing everything except suck him off, and by the fact that he was squirming underneath her. It was an interesting feeling, usually Rayne was the one squirming which she didn’t mind at all but it was nice to turn the tables. “Now who’s eager?”

“Fuck Rayne, I can’t take it.”

“It’s just a little taste of your own medicine baby.” Rayne smiled straddling his waist once more giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “But I can’t take it anymore either.”

Rayne reached for Tommy’s cock underneath her which was standing at full attention slowly she wrapped her fingers around him guiding his length to her pussy. Rayne slowly, painfully slowly, ran the head of Tommy’s dick up and down her wet slit. When she reached her clit she let an excited yelp fall from her lips. Continuing the movements Rayne leaned toward Tommy hovering her lips above his. “Tell me what you want.”

“I wanna feel that perfect pussy around my cock.” Tommy panted beneath her before capturing her lips.

“Like this?” Rayne asked before finally letting herself sink down onto him, taking his full length into her.

“Oh fuck yeah baby.” Tommy shouted once he was inside of her. Once he was inside her all teasing that Rayne had previously done was out the window and instinct took over. Rayne leaned forward slightly grinding her hips against Tommy’s, the sound of their skin slapping against each other mixing with the sound of the ocean waves crashing behind them. Soon both of them were on the brink of ecstacy. “Fuck baby, I’m gone cum.”

“Mmm,” was all Rayne could say as she began to buck her hips faster and feel her orgasm completely take over her. Rayne continued to move her hips until Tommy was pistoning his hips against hers and she felt him cum inside of her. The only word Rayne’s brain could send to her lips was a simple. “Fuck.”

“You could say that again.” Tommy smiled up at Rayne. “I think I have a new favorite view.”

“What?” Rayne asked confused, undoing the belt around his wrists.

“Watching you buck and grind on top of me and those perfect tits bouncing up and down. Fuck, I think I’m getting hard again.” Tommy winked before reaching up to grab Rayne’s tits, kneading the soft skin in his hands.

“Oh shut up, you are not.” Rayne giggled taking in a sharp breath at the sensation against her sensitive flesh.

“Not right now, but I think you still have a little stress that needs to be worked out, and I am ready to put the work in.” Tommy grinned.

“Okay, if you insist but lets go inside it’s windy out here.” Rayne said pushing herself off of him, grabbing their discarded clothing while Tommy put out the fire. Tommy turned toward Rayne and groaned.

“Fuck me, and you left the heels on.” Tommy shook his head looking at his future wife’s naked form clad in nothing but a pair of high heels.

“You like? If you try really hard, I might be able to be convinced to keep them on in bed too.” She teased.

“Oh I can be very convincing my love.” Tommy replied before rushing toward Rayne causing her to shout out and try her best to run away from him as she chased her into their bedroom.

Luckily Tommy was right, on many fronts, but by the end of the week Rayne had an agent and a modeling contract signed.

Three Months Later

Oh people, people Is the scar too deep You can't hold a man's soul By the color of his keys A tear of blood runs from my eye But somehow I can never Make you cry

Rayne sat on the couch of a recording studio as the last song on Theater of Pain faded out. She was speechless, and not in the best way. She hated to say it but she was not a fan of the album, it seemed all over the place, she could tell the band were not as much of a unit as they were on Shout at The Devil. The album had one hit, at best two. She looked up and saw all sets of eyes on her. Tommy spoke up first, “Well?”

“Well it’s,” she paused. “Different.”

“She hates it.” Vince stood up straight and turned on his heel.

“No, I don’t hate it. It’s just… I like Shout more. I wish I could say I loved it, but I can’t lie to you guys.” Rayne tried to soften her words.

“I fuckin told you guys, the album is shit!” Vince shouted taking Rayne by surprise.

“Guys, the album is great. Home Sweet Home and Smokin In The Boys room, they’ll be hits. And you’re already over budget and way over schedule. We have you booked to play Europe in a few months, the album is done.” Doc said sternly, which to Rayne seemed very strange. Most managers you would think would tell their band that they needed to put out the best album they possibly could, and reading between the lines it seemed like Doc thought this album could sustain them until the next one because of the two potential big songs.

“You booked us to play Europe before the album even comes out?” Nikki questioned, barely able to open his eyes.

“The album will come out when you’re overseas. We’ll shoot videos for the singles and all will be well.” Doc replied.

“And I’ll be the sober asshole that has to try to sell this piece of shit record every night.” Vince complained.

“Vince maybe if you would’ve shown up at the studio when you were supposed to the record would be better.”

“Oh fuck off Tommy, that’s not the only problem and you know it.” Vince spat at Tommy before turning and walking out of the studio slamming the door behind him.

Rayne’s eyes looked around the room before settling on Nikki. He could barely keep his eyes open, he was pale and gaunt. She leaned to Tommy and whispered in his ear, “Is Nikki okay?”

“He’s in a dark place right now.” Tommy quietly responded. Rayne frowned before getting up from the couch and walking over to where Nikki was, sitting next to him. His eyes were closed but he was talking to himself.

“Nikki? Hey Nikki.” Rayne softly said, placing her hand on Nikki’s shoulder. Nikki grabbed her wrist and began to squeeze it rather painfully which Rayne cried out from the unexpected pressure. Tommy shot up from his seat but as soon as Nikki realized it was Rayne he snapped out of whatever state of mind he was in and quickly let go of her wrist.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Rayne.” Nikki quickly apologized hiding himself behind his long black bangs.

“Nikki, what’s going on?” Rayne whispered utterly concerned with his behavior.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Was the response she received causing her to internally sigh, but she couldn’t allow that to show through. “I gotta go.”

As Nikki pushed himself off the sofa he was on Rayne quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. “You are so thin Nikki. Why don’t you come over this week to our place for dinner?”

“No I don’t want to impose.” Nikki shook his head.

“You’re not. We want you there, right Tommy?” Rayne turned slightly toward Tommy.

“Yeah dude, come on over. Get out of the city, the ocean air is great for the soul.”

“Alright.” Nikki nodded slightly. “I’ll come over.”

“Thursday?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to hold you to it Nikki.” Rayne playfully threatened.

“Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

As Nikki left the room leaving just Mick and Tommy. “How do you get him to open up to you?” Tommy asked.

“I honestly have no idea. But I’m glad he does.” Rayne shrugged her shoulders, looking over to where Nikki had just walked out of the room.

Later That Night…

Rayne and Tommy were surrounded by warm water and bubbles in their bathtub. Rayne loved the quiet moments like this. Rayne nudged her nose against Tommy’s. “Do you think Nikki is actually going to come on Thursday?”

“You’re actually asking me about Nikki while we’re naked?” Tommy cocked his eyebrow.

“I just can’t get that image of him out of my mind from today. I’m worried about him.” Rayne frowned.

“You’re too good Rayne, do you know that?” Tommy ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Why? Because I’m concerned about one of my friends?”

“No because you never give up on people.” Tommy smiled.

“Oh well I certainly could give up on people, but it takes a lot.”

“I can’t believe you have not brought up the more exciting piece of news today babe.” Tommy smiled up at her.

“What exciting piece of news?”

“That we’re going to tour Europe!”

“Oh. Yeah Tommy that’s amazing for you! You’re going to be taking over the world.” Rayne began to scrub Tommy’s scalp with shampoo.

“Not just me baby. You told me you always wanted to go to the UK, well now you finally will.” Tommy took the soap and washed Rayne’s skin.

“What? Are you serious? Tommy that’s…” Rayne started.

“See I made good on my promise. I told you early on in our relationship one day we’d see the world together. This is just the beginning.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” Tommy grinned and lifted his chin up to meet Rayne’s lips in a loving kiss.

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I hope the update was worth it. I know I’m the worst and again I’m so sorry! I was so excited to write about Rayne’s first fashion show and some of the turmoil in the band. Any feedback is appreciated, always.

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motleycrueimagine · 5 years ago

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This Ain’t a Love Song - Part Eight - Nikki Sixx Fan Fiction

Words: 1477

Warnings: Language, alcol, drugs, soft smut

N/A: I know it took ages for me to update, but I'm really struggling through my first semester as a University student and time flew by like nothing. I hope you like it, feedback is appreciated as always <3

Huge thanks to @blonde-shamrock

Summary: Maya Prescott has done anything possible to fix her life. It was 1977 when she left her groupie life: no more parties, no more concerts, no more drugs, alcohol or casual sex, just to achieve a full standard life. Now it’s 1981 and after a four years disappearance Maya Prescott unexpectedly shows up to the party of one of the most promising emerging bands of the LA’s rock’n roll scene: Motley Crue. But what should be her last ride is destined to change her life in so many unexpected ways.

TagList: @motleycrueee @babygal-babygal@unknownoblivion @sweetshutter @sparxx27 @bandaid-rainbow

Masterlist

Nikki’s POV

She was walking a few steps in front of me, the sound of her black heels on the sidewalk was all I could hear. We had taken a secondary road in order to avoid the mass of people that every night gathered down the Sunset Strip. Here the music was only a light background noise.

“Why are you running?” I asked as my lazy ass struggled to keep up with her. Maya stopped, waiting for me.

“You’re as slow as a sloth, and you’re not even wearing heels,” she mocked me, sliding her arm on the low side of my back, taking possession of my personal space; not that it bothered me anyways. I did the same embracing her shoulder, despite the height difference provoked by her pumps.

“I was afraid you were running from me,” I jokingly said, or at least I tried to make it seem like a joke. It had been almost a week since our ‘almost fuck’ and she had literally disappeared from our place. We had barely talked after that and she was making it pretty clear that she was not really into the idea of doing it, at least in the near future.

“I would never run away from you, Sixx!” her fake outraged voice was enough to make me laugh.

“Oh yeah? As if you hadn’t run away the other morning…” I liked to poke the bear every now and then. In the meantime, we were getting closer to the liquor store, the neon sign illuminating our path.

She rolled her eyes while a light, kinda bitter smile grew on her lips; it seemed like she was trying to find the correct reply to my words. It never took her too long to collect sarcasm.

“Well, to be fair… I wasn’t running away from you, but from the situation. I told you I don’t want to have sex with you that’s it.” She let go my hip trying to deviate towards the entrance of the store. I did the same with her shoulders, but I couldn’t help but hold her wrist preventing her from entering. She stopped, looking back at me, and lifted a brow “What?”

I gently pulled her closer, she didn’t bother to resist. “Well, to be fair,” I imitated her with a smirk “You asked me to fuck you.”

Her big blue eyes wandered around my face with an annoyed frown. She didn’t like to be contradicted.

“You were naked and you were touching me,” she pointed out, “I never denied that you’re attractive, I’m just trying to be a good girl; not sleep with every fucking human being that turns me on, and buy some fucking alcohol. Do you think I’ll get through all these tasks at least for tonight?” she listed with a straight face. I didn’t let go her arm; my curiosity was having the best of me.

“I think I’m gonna let you go through the last one if you tell me what is preventing you from having the most memorable night of your life with me.” I was not expecting an answer I just enjoyed too much messing with her.

“Well I don’t wanna risk you getting a crush on me for how well I ride your dick. That would be a problem.” She tried to hide a smirk by biting her lower lip. My imagination flew toward the picture of her getting wild on top of me. How come that I always ended up with a boner when I was around her?

“I bet It would be the opposite.”

She shook her head, “I’m not gonna bet with you, course then we’ll have to try and see and that is not gonna happen.” We looked at each other silently for a while; studying each other’s profiles as if we were both unsure whether to say something else or not, for a split second I almost considered pushing her to the wall and fuck her in the middle of the street.

“Let’s go buy some booze, Sixx,” she whispered, taking my hand, finally entering the shop.

We wondered the store buying as many bottles as we could, and dragged them on the way home.

Maya’s POV

The day of the shooting Vince had offered to drive me to the studio. There I met the photographer: his name was Robert Greiner and surprisingly he was not as creepy as the previous ones that I had met. He was pretty young, I wouldn’t have put him at more than thirty years old - definitely good looking, very caring too and interested in knowing what I was comfortable doing and what not. For the whole afternoon we shoot different photos under Vince’s watchful eyes, at times way too watchful.

“They’re gonna be amazing,” Robert reassured me for the tenth time after we were done. “If not, that means we’re gonna do them again, okay?” I nodded moving my hair to the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that is very important for me,” I apologised while with the eyes I followed his hands as he was storing the lensed he had used for the photoshoot.

“Your boyfriend is gonna love ‘em too,” he added with a playful but discrete smirk, I looked back at my blonde escort, I cleared my throat.

“Uhm, Vince is just a friend… but yeah I’m sure he will.” I smiled back. An awkward moment of silence stepped in as he was processing that new information.

“Well,” he zipped up his bag, “I’m gonna call you as soon as they’re ready.”

“I want a copy of each one of them!” was the first thing Vince told me once we headed out of the building towards the car. I lightly laughed shaking my head in disbelief.

“Do you think they were good?“

“I don’t think they were good, I know they were good! I mean if those pictures were the cover of magazine I would definitely buy it.”

I playfully pushed his shoulder and then took him by his arm and reached the car. The ride home didn’t take too long. When we arrived, we were still debating about the supposed interest that, in Vince’s opinion, Robert had shown for me.

“Well if that smile didn’t make him hard then the guy has a problem,” he was trying to make a point, failing miserably. We stepped into the apartment not even bothering to acknowledge the presents in the living room.

“Vince, darling you are not a very good term of comparison, you’re always hard.”

“That’s just because I’m always available to satisfy a lady in need. My dick is donated to society.”

“They used to call him the master at the grand entrance,” Beth’s voice didn’t seemed too pleased, while Vince looked pretty surprised to see her at the Motley house.

“Babe, I thought you were at your mom’s place.” I frowned, my eyes following Vinnie as he started arguing with the love of his life, till they moved towards a more private space.

“Why does she have to freak out every single time?” I asked the two boys that were sitting on the couch, but none of them answered. Instead Nikki studied me for a few seconds before questioning me.

“By the way… what were you two doing you together?” he wondered nonchalantly.

“C’mon she babbled all morning about this fucking shoot, man…” Mick, stiffly seated on the couch, intervened. It surprised me that he had actually listened. I pointed my finger at him nodding.

“See? Somebody actually cares about what I say!” I exclaimed while arranging the table for dinner.

“As if I had any choice,” the guitarist scoffed in his classic stoic way. He fixed his sunglasses up his nose and went back in silence. Nikki rolled his eyes before approaching the table to pick inside the In-N-Out Burger bag that me and Vinnie had brought. I slapped his hand as he tried to pick up a French fry.

“Hey!” I protested trying a second time and I slapped him again. His hazel eyes, unusually uncovered from his hair, widened, “Do that again and I swear you won’t be able to sit for the entire dinner!” he warned me.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I jokingly teased, moving the bag away from his clutches.

“Both,” he replied with a douche-like smirk.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Mick intervened again. I turned towards him ready to gift him with a sarcastic answer.

“Whoo French fries!” Tommy, who had appeared form the hallway stole a pack from the bag, interrupting me.

“What’s wrong with you guys!” I pushed both hands through my hair. “Vince! Beth! C’mon they’re gonna eat everything!” I called out to them, as I let the bag go, allowing the hungry animals, known as Motley Crue to start devouring the burgers.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years ago

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~KISS AU writings 12~

Heading straight on into the next part of this fiasco! I’m really eager to move this story along cause a looooot of shit is about to go down~ Enjooooy~

~Shandi

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~MODEL AU Part 3~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guests: Peter Criss, Vinnie Vincent, Dana Strum, Mark Slaughter, Bobby Rock, Mick Mars, Vince Neil

Summary: Paul invites Bruce to to a party for the magazine he modeled for..where things escalate even further~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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A few days later I return to the studio with the photos. As soon as I’m through the door I see Mr. Criss and Paul standing there waiting for me. Oh boy.

“Let’s see ‘em.”

Mr. Criss holds out his hand and I give him the folder. Please like them. As soon as he opens the folder he rolls his eyes, which doesn’t exactly fill me with a lot of confidence. Then he looks over at Paul who just smiles at him sweetly. “It figures that the first photo I see is of your naked ass. You really think the magazine is gonna print these?” Paul just tosses his hair. “Of course they will~ You know why? It’s me~” He’s got him there. I mean..they’ll definitely edit them heavily but they’ll eat those up just because it’s Paul. Mr. Criss sighed but he conceded. “Alright alright. I’ll submit ‘em but I don’t wanna hear any whining about how they’re edited when they’re published. Got me?”

“I’m not worried, Petey. They’ll show as much as they’re allowed to get away with~” That’s for sure. Someone would have to be crazy to not want to show off his..’assets.’ After looking through all of the other photos, Mr. Criss closes the folder. “It’s real good work, Kulick. Fantastic even.” He hands me an envelope. “I’m gonna submit these this afternoon. As soon as we have access to the first copies you can have one if you want.” It would be nice to see my work in the pages of a magazine. My heart is beating a mile a minute just thinking about it! “Thank you, Mr. Criss, I’d like that very much~” Paul of course is incredibly amused. “I am a work of art, aren’t I, Photopup? I’d be proud too~” You mean you aren’t already? I find that hard to believe. “Anyway..” Mr. Criss interrupts rather firmly. “..make sure your schedule’s open cause I’ll be keepin’ your number handy. You up for more work like this?”

“Absolutely!”

“Then we’ll be seein’ you again soon.” Paul blows me a kiss before turning to follow Mr. Criss back to his office. “Until next time, Photopup~” While I’m in my car I open the envelope. A check for $2,500! I think I’m gonna celebrate with a nice big pizza when I get home~

The next week passed by like normal. Normal and boring. As much as I hoped for a call one never came. Still, I kept my camera clean and ready for its next job. The following week however started off with a bang. Monday afternoon when I check my mailbox I find a brown package folded up inside. When I open it I see one of my photos of Paul on the front cover of Runway. “Finally!” I sit down on the couch and flip through the pages with a big smile on my face. These were my photos. My photos printed in a magazine for the world to see. They weren’t even edited as much as I thought they would be. Paul was perfect. I can kinda see why he wanted to do it this way now. If I had a body like his I’d want to show it off too~ The lighting was the best decision I ever made. No fluorescents would have been able to bring out the golden undertones of his skin or the highlights in his hair. I turn to the next page and WOW. There’s his ass in full view. How were they able to get away with this? Are models exempt from censorship? Either that or someone pulled a lot of strings. Or more likely an extremely smart executive decision. A spread as hot as this will make magazines fly off the shelves. Quite a business~

Late Thursday night I get a phone call..but not from the person I was expecting.

“Hello?”

“Well hello there, Photopup~”

“Paul..?”

He giggles. “Surprised~?”

“Yeah, a little. How did you get my number?”

“From Petey’s rolodex of course~ You busy Saturday night~?”

“Um..” Is he..asking me out..? No, that’s crazy. “I don’t..think so..?”

“You sound unsure. Are you or aren’t you?”

I usually play guitar on Saturday nights but..this could be important. I can always play some other night. “No. No I’m not busy.”

“Good! Come to a party with me~”

What? Is he serious? “A..party..?”

“Come ooooon~ The Executive of Runway magazine is throwing a little get-together and he invited me.”

“Why don’t you go with Mr. Criss? Isn’t he more suited for these types of things?” I hear a loud sigh.

“Petey’s gonna be in New York that weekend. Pleeeeeease? I don’t wanna go alone..”

Ugh he’s using that cute voice. I can hear him pouting over the phone. “Oh..alright..I’ll go.” Damn him.

“Wonderful~! I’ll pick you up at 6:00..and dress fancy~ Ciao, baby~!”

I hang up the phone and run a hand through my hair. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Saturday came much too quickly for my liking. It also didn’t help that I had nothing to wear that would classify as ‘fancy.’ I went for the next best thing. I dressed like I was just going to the club to play: a plain black tank top, black jeans and my favorite leather jacket. I’m not a fancy guy. I like things simple. I don’t see why I need to compromise myself for a bunch of people I’ll probably never see again. At 6:00 precisely I hear a car horn. “Well..here goes nothing..” I put on my jacket, grab my keys and head out.

Paul Stanley didn’t strike me as a guy who did much for himself besides his own hair and clothes..possibly not even that. I liked him, but he was a total prima donna. So it took me by surprise when I didn’t see a limo waiting out front for me. Instead there he was, sitting in a beautiful black convertible Corvette, with purple stars scattered across the rear of course~ It was immaculate, like it had just been driven off the lot. Paul smiles at me and waves. “Hey there, handsome~ Going my way~?” Hell, I’d go anywhere with him in a car like this~ “As a matter of fact I am~” When I get in and buckle up he starts the engine up again and revs it. “Mm..that sounds so good~”

“Like fast cars, do you~?”

“Ever since I was a kid~”

“Then hold on tight, baby cause we’re about to go for a ride~”

Boy was he not kidding. I actually hear the tires squeal as we take off down the road. It was fantastic~ “So..where is this party we’re going to?”

“In Malibu~”

“Oh great. I’ll fit right in with all the rich, pretentious assholes..”

Paul laughs out loud and pats my thigh. “I refuse to believe you’d give any kind of a shit about what they’d think of you. Besides you’ll be there with me so they won’t have anything to say..except compliments on your terrific taste~” I scoff but there’s no doubt a lot of truth to that statement, especially with the way he looks right now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen purple leather look so good on anyone in my life.

“You’re staring~”

I am staring. I don’t try to hide it. He’s made a career out of people staring at him. What’s one more? “What are you thinking about, Photopup~? Do you wanna fuck me~?” Okay..caught me straight off guard with that one. He just laughs at my reaction. “It’s alright if you do..a lot of people do~” There’s the shallowness I’d come to expect from his type. I cross my arms. “I’m not like that. Yes, you’re attractive but that’s not all I want in someone.”

“What do you want~?”

I sigh. What I want is to not have this conversation. But I don’t say that out loud. At least not with those exact words. “I have more important things to worry about than my love life. Like keeping a place to live for example.” After that he takes the hint, and the rest of the trip is uncomfortably quiet.

I don’t have the words to describe the place we pull up to. It’s like..if someone built a beach house and expanded it into a gigantic mansion. It’s just..absolutely breath taking. I could only wish to afford to leave near the beach like this. While I’m staring Paul silently gets out of the car and leaves me behind. Yep. He’s definitely still sore about the conversation we had earlier. I guess I’ll have to find a way to make it up to him later. I get out, lock to doors and run after him. “Paul please. I’m sorry. If..you wanna talk more later we can. It’s just..not an important subject for me..” He fluffs his hair a few times before looking at me. “I dunno..I think your annoyance was kinda justified. I tend to be too nosy for my own good sometimes~ Hm. Actually all the time~ Apologies all around, then..now let’s go party~” I let him take my arm and lead me to the door.

Everyone inside is ridiculously beautiful..and now I feel ridiculously outclassed. People shoot me disdainful looks as we walk past, clearly making it known that I don’t belong in their exclusive little fanclub. I have an overwhelming urge to beg Paul for his keys so I can drive back home. We approach a man dressed in gold from head to toe and holding a glass of wine. When he sees us Paul waves to him. “Vinnie~!!” Someone dressed that extravagantly just has to be the host. He waves back with a big smile. “Paul, you made it! How wonderful to see you!” He comes over to give Paul a tight hug with his free arm. “Have I got a lot to thank you for, darling~ Thanks to those delicious photos we’ve had the highest sales we’ve ever had in months!” Paul holds onto my arm tighter. “Glad to hear it! The photos were all thanks to this one right here~ This is Bruce Kulick, our new photographer~ Brucie, this is Vinnie Vincent, head of Runway magazine~” I take his offered hand and shake it. “Were you a model yourself, Mr. Vincent? You certainly have the look.” He laughs. “My, what a charmer you are~ As a matter of fact I was a few years back. I got my start at Catwalk just like Paul here~ Then personal life intervened and I lost my love for the stage. So I channeled what was left into this instead~ And please call me Vinnie. Everyone does~” It feels so strange calling someone I barely know but their first name..but if he insists.. “A-alright..Vinnie. I’m..very happy that you liked my photos~ That was actually my first time shooting with Paul.”

“Oh darling they’re masterpieces! I fully insisted that nothing be done to them by way of editing~” Just as I thought~ He reaches into his suit jacket pocket and hands me a business card. “If you’d ever like to do some editorial photos for me just give me a call, hm? I could use a photographer with your skill~” I look at the card in shock. “Would you look at that~” I hear Paul say, laying his chin on my shoulder. “Somebody might be moving up in the world~ Happy you came now~?” Vinnie smiles and takes my other arm. “Of course he is~ Come and let me introduce you to some of my friends~” He was absolutely right. I am happy I came~ It was more fun than I ever expected meeting Vinnie’s coworkers. Bobby was intelligent. Mark was friendly. Dana was funny. They admired my work and gave me advice on how I can improve. I could definitely see myself working with them if I decided to take Vinnie up on his offer, which I was seriously considering. I’d have to talk to Mr. Criss about it when he comes back. Paul makes a disgusted noise that snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Oh fuck. Why did he have to come here?”

I look down at him and he’s cringing, his expression twisted in annoyance and anger. “Paul? What’s wrong?” Paul pointed towards the door. Following the direction of his finger I’m pretty sure I see the culprit. How could anyone not see him? His hair was a bright blond. Definitely bleached. He made sure he stood out wearing a shredded pink tank top over a white mesh shirt, white patent leather pants and pink platform heels. He was hanging on the arm of a slightly shorter man dressed all in black leather with long black hair and red tinted glasses. His pants had MARS written down the left thigh in large white letters. An interesting..and loud way to make his name known to strangers. “Hey there, pretty people!” the blond yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “Can one of you be an absolute doll and get a drink for me~?” I don’t think I’d ever seen so many people move so quickly towards the bar. They crowded it, fighting each other to be the first to get a glass filled. I watch the spectacle amused, but Paul just rolls his eyes. “Selfish asshole..” My curiosity is piqued. “It’s obvious you don’t like him. Who is he?”

“Vince Neil. The self-proclaimed ‘hottest model in Malibu’.”

“He’s not?”

“Of course he is. He just has to make sure everybody knows it.”

“Who’s with him?”

��Mick Mars. His agent.”

“Creepy guy.”

“Mick is a sweetheart. I actually like him. Vince is an arrogant prick who thinks he’s the hottest shit in California. He’s trying to force some kind of rivalry with me..says he thinks it’ll boost our popularity. I can get to the top on my own, thank you very much.”

Looking back at the mob, it looks like a good looking red head got lucky. She pushes her way through the crowd with a glass of wine and hands it to Vince. He takes it from her with a grin. “Congratulations, baby..you win first prize~” The rest of the crowd just mind their own business and go back to partying while Vince practically makes out with the woman in the middle of the room. Quite a guy. Paul however is clearly fed up. “I don’t know about you but I’m ready to leave.” It’s not like I can say no. He’s the one who drove us here. “If that’s what you wanna do.” He nods. We say goodbye to Vinnie, Dana, Bobby and Mark and head for the door.

“Heeeeeeey leaving without sayin’ goodbye, Paulie~?”

Paul winces. Guess we weren’t getting out of here without Vince noticing after all..much to his dismay. “Don’t call me that.” he hisses, glaring daggers. Vince just gives him a cocky smirk. “Shoulda figured you’d be here somewhere. Were you hidin’ from me? “Ain’t like you to not make yourself the center of attention~” I can see Paul’s eye twitch. “Unlike you I don’t need to do such things.”

“That’s because everybody forgets about you when I’m around~ Who would notice you~?”

“How could I possibly compete with that tacky bleach job?”

“Like you haven’t had any work done on your face!”

“Maybe more people would take you seriously if you didn’t dress like a prostitute!!”

I have to grab Paul’s shoulders and pull him back. “Come on. I thought we were leaving.” Vince turns his gaze to me. “You his boyfriend? If you ever get tired of him being such a bitch I’ll be your Barbie doll~”

“YOU FUCKING SKEEZY TRAMP!!”

Paul pulls away from me but he’s stopped again by Mr. Mars. “That’s enough.” he says in a calm voice. “Vince, shut up and go mingle. You..” He hands Paul back to me. “..take him home. If those two get into a fight nobody’s gonna win.” I can’t argue with that. I take Paul’s keys from his jacket pocket and take him out to his car. “If you don’t mind I think I should drive us back.”

He doesn’t argue.

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #KISS AU writings #Supermodel StarChild~#a rival appears!#poor Brucie pretty much gets caught in the middle #petty insult party LAWL #StarChild vs Malibu Barbie #this is a long one!

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velvetburnout666-blog · 5 years ago

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Before the Doorway

I knew enough about addiction to know what a relapse meant, so my ears perked up when I heard Jeremy mention that Bella had relapsed on heroin. The elusive force, the dream of something that could finally take my pain away. I felt lucky to have formed a bond with her. So she didn’t find it weird that I had asked her to meet me up on our roof. We sat and a metal table with unbearably uncomfortable chairs but I sat there working up the courage to ask her for some. How does one even go about asking for heroin to something they have never seen do drugs or have done drugs with? I shyly and quietly asked her if she had any H. Is that what they called it? I didn’t want to be blunt about it. Either she couldn’t understand me or couldn’t hear. I said it louder this time, she heard me. She said she only had a little and cautioned it wasn’t something to just mess around with. I shared how much oxy I had been doing for 8 years and convinced it was the same. I wish I’d known how much my life would change from before that drug, and after. She agreed to share, we smoked tar on the roof. I didn’t feel anything and I wasn’t too skilled at smoking it off foil. It didn’t relieve my oxy withdrawal, but it helped. Sort of like a warm cushion. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I made it to 6hrs later before I started to feel sick again. She told me about some guy that she knew that we could pick up from. She went in and picked up $40 worth. I went straight home and smoke half of it with an hr. Every hit I took made me run to the bathroom and vomit. It felt better than anything I’d ever felt but still I thought heroin has to be stronger than this. The pit in my stomach over the violently painful breakup with Remy wouldn’t leave. I wanted to shut the whole fucking world out.

That wasn’t the first time I found myself at Vinny’s place. I would wander there late at night, sick and out of heroin. I would wait until someone would go in the gate and knock on the door in the middle of the night. No matter how long it took, he always answered, I think he took pity on me. He gave me the same speech. “You’re too beautiful to be messing around with this shit”. I wasn’t listening, I was looking at the dark gooey mess on his table that I would be inhaling later, mesmorized. From what I remember he had photos of different girls all over his walls. Girls that had lived there, some had died but he had a handful of junkies who stayed there. I am not sure what he did to them but he had the supply so they didn’t seem to care. One of them was on the bed sticking a needle it her arm. It didn’t scare me, I pointed to her and asked him if you would do it to me. He responded with a stern no. He gave me what I paid for and sent me on his way.

I don’t know how many days passed as I woke up, got high, slept, woke up again and got high. I saw Bella various times to go pick up with her but one night on the roof she told me her friend Jesse was coming over and he had the strong shit. She told me it was called china. He got there 4hrs later than he said he would. He pulled out his whole kit. A rock of this light beige powdery substance. He put just a sprinkling on a piece of foil, put a lighter under it, gave me a straw. He told me to lean over and inhale the smoke that was coming up. I did this 3 times before falling back into my chair. It was a dream. An ethereal magical realm that I’d felt like I had never had access too. I sat there hoping I could feel like forever. I preoccupied myself by smoking every last bit off of those pieces of foil while Jesse and Bella tied each other off and shot up. Needles still scared me, and I got everything I needed from that sweet breathe of heaven.

Wherever Jesse went, I followed. Whatever he did, I did too. One night he told me we were going to his friends shooting gallery. Being as naive as I was I had no idea what that meant, maybe they were a photographer? We made our way over to Hollywood and into a filthy and chaotic apartment. I met the guys that I would continue to get high with for the next year. Jason seemed the most charismatic. He seemed attentive, asked me if I was alright. So when he came over to me with a loaded syringe and I asked me to trust him I did. He tied me off and with one quick slip under my skin I was off. I felt a cold rush in my throat and a ringing in my ears. I almost fell over as I asked him what it was because it felt nothing like heroin, he told me it was meth. Opiates may have been my one true love but my downfall into the darkness started and ended with crystal.

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tenebris-melodiam · 7 years ago

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Stefano Valentini x Reader: Facade - Chapter 4

Pairing: Stefano Valentini x Reader/Female Protagonist (18+)

Warnings: Light swearing

Current Time: December 19th, 2015

=2=

Tired eyes creaked open, the blur of the dark room surrounding you filling your vision. You parted your lips, a gurgling mumble leaving your throat as you lifted your head slightly from your pillow to give a quick look around the darkened room. You blinked slowly, trying to rid the blur from your eyes as you fumbled around for the phone that rested upon your bedside table. Once you had the device within your fingers, you slowly brought the illuminated screen to your face, just barely able to make out the time: 4:33 A.M. It was only now that your mind began to register what exactly had woken you—the loud, rhythmic thumping coming from the floor beneath you, and the feeling of your bed vibrating along to the beat of the incessant music. You rolled your eyes, tossing your phone into the wrinkles of your bedsheets as you brought yourself to sit upright; this was the third night in a row that your downstairs neighbors had been partying throughout the hours of the night, and you were beginning to grow weary of it.

Knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fall back to sleep, you slung your legs over the side of the bed and rose to your feet, the sound of cracking toes and popping bones reaching your ears as your body hastily grew accustomed to its new position and relaxed itself. You gave a quiet groan as you shuffled yourself into your bathroom, your fingertips running through the messy muff of hair atop your head as you made your way over to your bathtub—you didn’t care how early it was, any time was a good time for a hot, relaxing bath. Hell, perhaps you might be a rebel and put some bubbles in there this time. You made sure that the drain was properly plugged so water couldn’t make a desperate escape, and then unleashed the torrent of warm water into the porcelain tub to allow it to fill.

You gave a quiet grunt as you tugged your pajama shirt off over the top of your head, lazily allowing it to drop from your grip and onto the floor next to your sink, and then proceeded to do the same thing with your pants and undergarments. Before you knew it, you were clad in nothing more than your birthday suit, and it struck you that you might want to do a bit of light reading whilst relaxing in your bath—after all, maybe it would help drown out the damn music that was still vibrating your apartment. You made a quick trip out into your bedroom to locate your phone, and then grabbed your favorite book from the drawer of your bedside table and hastily made your way back into the bathroom. By this time, the tub was about a third of the way full, and you hummed to yourself as you rummaged around underneath your sink for that bottle of liquid you kept for emergencies like this. Once you found it, you popped the top off and threw several long ropes of it into the water—almost immediately, the water began to form a thin layer of bubbly film upon the top, which eventually evolved into large, mountainous hills of foam.

Growing rather tired of wandering around naked, you cautiously slipped one foot under the pile of foam and into the warm water. It sent a shudder along the entirety of your figure, goosebumps forming on your flesh as your body began to make itself used to the change in temperature. You reached over and turned off the faucet before slipping your other foot underneath the foam, and gradually eased the rest of your lower body beneath the surface of the water. Once you were comfortable, you gave a sigh of pleasure and leaned your head back against the head of the tub, but not before making sure that your book and phone were safely placed on the windowsill that was to your left.

After allowing yourself to soak for a good five minutes, you heard something that you hadn’t experienced all night: silence. The seemingly never-ending thumping of music had ceased, and now the only sound that filled your ears was beautiful silence; well, aside from the occasional drop of water that fell from the metal mouth of the faucet. However, that was most certainly something that you could put up with. You reached up onto the windowsill, grabbing your book within your hand before bringing it down in front of you and opening up to where your bookmark was to continue reading.

After losing yourself within the contents of your book, you were drawn back to reality by the sound of your phone going off upon the windowsill. You glanced over to your right to take a look at the analog clock sitting upon the corner of your sink, and you now saw that you had spent nearly thirty minutes in the bath already: 5:01 A.M. You grabbed your bookmark, sliding it neatly between the pages of your book before shutting it and placing it back upon the windowsill, and then replaced it with your phone. You flicked your thumb across the screen to unlock it, not even bothering to look at who the message was from, and then opened your messaging app to read it properly. To your surprise, you had not one, but two messages—one from Vincent, which had been received at 4:56 (you must have been too deep into your book to hear your phone) and the most recent one, which was from Stefano. God, they were both such early birds; you decided to read Vincent’s message, since it was the one that had been received first.

[Vinny]: Boss called me this morning. I don’t think he knew it was me lol… he sounded pretty drunk. Not to mention he called me “Rebecca” which is the name of his wife. I’ve never been sweet-talked by my boss before, but damn. He and his wife must have some crazy bedroom life by what he was saying lmao

[Me]: Thank you for the lovely bit of info at the end there, Vincent. I guess you and I both had an early morning. The idiots beneath me were partying from like 9 to 4… didn’t get any sleep. They’ve been doing this for 3 days now. So now I’m just sitting in the bathtub to try and get some form of peace.

After thumbing the send button and watching the little speech bubble pop up on your end of the conversation, you returned to your inbox and pressed down upon Stefano’s name in order to see exactly what he had sent you. It was an image that had to be downloaded, and the name was simply “Preview”; you cocked your eyebrow curiously, and then allowed it to download—when the image finally revealed itself to you, you felt a small smile creep upon your lips. It was one of the photographs that he had taken of you at the third photography session you had done with him two days ago; it was a bust shot, but it was certainly one of the most beautiful photographs you had ever seen of yourself. You always hated how you looked whenever your picture was taken, but Stefano seemed to be the only photographer that was able to remedy such a negative outlook on your pictures.

There was no doubt about it—this photograph was going to be your new photograph for any columns that you made. You made sure to save the image to your phone, and then began to thumb down a response for the man to read.

[Me]: This is absolutely beautiful, Stefano. I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to use it as my new image to go alongside my columns in the paper! However, why did you name it “preview?” What is it a preview of?”

[Stefano]: You’ll come to find out in due time, I assure you. I’m also quite flattered you wish to use it as your column image—please do so, by all means.

Once you had read Stefano’s response, you sighed deeply and placed your phone back upon the windowsill. The water within the tub was beginning to get a bit cold now, so you dug around beneath the water to unplug the drain before rising to your feet. You figured it would be a good time to take a shower now, especially since you were covered in bubbles and hadn’t done any real washing, so you stepped out of the tub and onto your rug, which grew dark as it soaked in water that dripped from your body. You stepped over to the glass door that led into your shower, opening it to turn it on and allow the water to heat up a bit. Thank God this apartment building had the water bill included as a paid amenity.

=2=

By the time that you were fully ready for the day, it was about eight thirty in the morning. You had taken your time, seeing as how you didn’t really have to be anywhere in a hurry, and you had spent a majority of your time laying upon your bed thumbing down responses to both Stefano and Vincent. You knew that Vincent could be rather talkative via text messages, but you had no idea that Stefano would almost be an equal match for him. You had partaken in several small conversations with him before, but this was the first time he had continuously spoken to you in a non-formal style. You supposed it might have something to do with the fact he had begun to rant about the other columns that he had read that had been released over the course of the past few weeks—they, like yours, were centered around the solo show that he had hosted, and as always, they weren’t singing his praises.

[Stefano]: It simply amazes me how ignorant the masses are, (Name). They appear to willingly ramble on for years about how a photograph of nothing more than a field of grass holds beauty and wonder, yet they refuse to acknowledge the exquisite beauty in the artwork I pour my heart and soul into.

[Me]: I know, Stefano. I don’t understand them, either. I’ll tell you what… how about I come over to your place? We can talk in person there, and maybe do a photo session if that would make you feel better?

[Stefano]: You’re too kind, (Name). I suppose I wouldn’t mind the company. What time do you think you’ll arrive?

[Me]: Hmm… I could be there in about ten minutes if I took the bus. Well… granted the bus isn’t off schedule. We all know the Krimson City bus line isn’t very reliable.

[Stefano]: Ah yes… damnable thing. Well, I will expect you over sometime soon.

You took a glance up at the top right corner of the screen to see that the time was now eight fifty-three, and you quickly got up out of bed. Thankfully the bus typically arrived at around nine, and there was a stop just outside your apartment, so all you had to do was make your way down the stairs. You made sure all the lights and such were turned off as you made your way through the apartment, and then grabbed your heavy coat from inside your coat closet near the entry door. After hastily slipping it on, you grabbed your bag and your keycard, and then made your way out into the wintery city.

The bus, which pulled up to the stop right as you got to the bottom of the stairs, welcomingly allowed you inside with the help of your bus pass. Once you had taken a seat, you noticed at it was nearly empty, save an elderly woman in the very back of the vehicle and a young man who was staring down at his phone. Wait, why did that young man look so familiar?

“Vincent?”

The man looked up from his phone, only to have a huge smile spread across his lips. He rose to his feet and made his way over to you, plopping down upon the empty seat to your left and giving you a nudge on your shoulder.

“Hey! What are the odds we’d see each other on the bus, huh?”

“I dunno, but it’s pretty nice! Where are you heading, Vincent?”

“Well, I’m just heading down to the library. Thought I’d do a bit of reading there, since I haven’t had any time, y’know? But what about you? Where are you going so early in the morning?”

“I’m just going over to Stefano’s place. He’s all worked up about the other critics and their columns, so I thought I’d give him some company.”

As soon as you answered your best friend, you realized the dire mistake you had made. His eyebrow cocked as a sly grin came upon his lips, and he stared at you as he brought his cheek to rest upon your shoulder—this was something he had done throughout all the years you had known him, so it wasn’t something that particularly bothered you. You knew you were in for some teasing, however, since that was the only time he ever acted like this.

“Giving him some company, hmm? What kind of company are we talking about here?”

“Vincent, it’s nothing like that…”

You shoved him gently, which he greatly over-exaggerated and acted as though you had rammed him full force with your shoulder. This elicited a laugh from the both of you, and you continued to talk about things going on in your daily lives as the bus made various stops around the city. Eventually, the elderly woman ended up getting off of the bus, leaving only you, Vincent, and the bus driver as residents within it. You heard Vincent say something about the next stop being where he had to get off, and you saw his eyes light up as he gave a smile.

“Oh yeah, I entirely forgot! I know you don’t like big parties with tons of people, but on Christmas Eve, we’re heading over to the club on 51st Avenue. Do you want to come along?”

“Mmm… probably not. I just get worn out too quickly when I’m around tons of people like that. Even going to your bar is sometimes a bit much, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah! I just wanted to ask was all. It’s not a big deal, (Name). But, you better be home at midnight, cause I’m coming to your apartment afterwards and I have a surprise for you!”

You felt the bus come to a stop, and Vincent rose to his feet as he turned his attention to the now-open door that led out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. He then looked at you one last time and placed a hand on your shoulder to say goodbye, and you noticed him wink before hurrying to the front of the bus and hopping out onto the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes—Vincent always was pretty silly around you, but you loved him all the same. You saw him wave through the window as the bus began to drive off, and you waved back at him to give one final goodbye. Now you were the only one, aside from the driver, left upon the lonely bus.

Thankfully the feeling of loneliness wasn’t prolonged for much longer—your stop was directly after Vincent’s, and it felt good to step off of the bus and into the cold air of the city. You wandered a bit down the sidewalk, passing a few people who were on their way to who knows where, and then stopped once you got to the doors that led into Stefano’s building. You looked up, unable to see the top of the building from where you stood, and then pushed the door open to head inside. As you entered, you were greeted by the young woman sitting behind the main desk, and you gave a wave of your hand in response to this before making your way through the lobby and in front of the elevator. Your forefinger pressed gently upon the button with an upright arrow upon it, and you had to wait several minutes whilst the elevator made its way to the bottom floor.

When the doors opened, several residents within the building made their way out, one of which accidentally (or so you’d like to think) nudged you with their shoulder as they walked past you. You shot them a glance over your shoulder as you made your way into the now empty elevator, and pressed the button that would take you to the penthouse suite that Stefano was housed in. The doors pressed shut, and your journey upwards began—thankfully it wasn’t too terribly long, and before you knew it you were walking down the hallway that led up to the artist’s entry door. Once you stopped outside his door, you curled your fingers into your palm and rapped upon the door a few times to alert the resident within. It only took a few moments before the door was opened to reveal Stefano, who was clad in a black suit and red undershirt, and giving you a welcoming smile; as you walked past him, you couldn’t help but think of how dashing his current attire made him look.

“You look very nice today, Stefano.”

“Oh, only today? What about all the previous times we’ve met, hmm?”

“N-no, no! I didn’t mean-“

“I jest, mia cara. Come, allow me to prepare you a drink—is there anything that might suit your fancy at the moment?”

You responded that you would just like some water for the time being, and then watched as Stefano walked into the confines of his kitchen. You decided to head into the living room, where you took a seat upon the couch; it wasn’t long before Stefano exited his kitchen and made his way beside you, gracefully setting your glass of water upon a coaster before taking a seat upon the opposite side of the couch. You leaned over, gripping your glass within your fingers before bringing the rim to your lips and taking a small sip of the chilly liquid within. Once you had set your glass back upon the coaster, you looked over in Stefano’s direction.

“So… are you still upset about the other columns? I know you were pretty worked up about them before I left.”

Stefano gave a quiet hum, and you saw his gaze turn to the framed photographs that rested around the living room. He was silent for a while, but then gave a small smile and gestured in their direction.

“Look at them, (Name). Look at them and tell me you cannot see beauty in them. Glistening crimson contrasting with gentle, pale skin… to me, such a photograph brings wonderful jubilation. And yet those goddamn philistines continue to make a mockery of me and my work.”

You saw the smile that had previously been upon his lips morph into a scowl, and you noticed the whiteness upon his knuckles as he curled his fingers harder into the palm of his hand. It was upsetting to see the artist in such a state of distress, but you kept quiet for the time being—you were going to do nothing more than listen to him, since that seemed to be what he needed right now.

“It has been this way since the day I began my career. With each wonderous picture I take, fifty more fools flock to them and degrade them—degrade me. I have read every article, every column… I have taken every word to heart, though I do not show it. The time I take to make sure every detail is perfect I cannot even begin to fathom, and yet a photograph that has been taken a million times before accumulates more praise. What beauty is there in repetition, (Name)?”

He turned his gaze to you, his brows furrowed and a look upon his face that told you he was pleading for an answer. As a follower of his art for years, you knew he had to have suffered from the ungodly amount of criticism thrown at him, and you had already had a small taste of what he had endured for years. It wasn’t pleasant, to say the very least. You gave a quiet sigh, then laced your fingers together before setting your hands upon your lap.

“I’m honestly not sure, Stefano. People don’t like change… they like things to stick to the norm, and grow anxious when things begin to alter. I suppose that’s why a picture of the same sky we see every day is so pleasing to the masses—they’re used to it. It’s something that’s ‘normal’, and thus makes them feel normal. People aren’t used to seeing blood and death, and so they shame it.”

You heard Stefano give a deep sigh, and he turned his gaze to the floor beneath his feet. You bit your lip as you tried to think of what else to do; you didn’t enjoy seeing him this distraught, you were certain about that. Unsure of what else to do, you scooted yourself across the couch to the cushion beside him, and hesitantly placed a hand upon his shoulder—you felt him tense up slightly at this, but he soon relaxed against your touch.

“If it means anything… I’ll continue fighting for you. I know I’m just one person going against what feels like the world, but dammit I’ll keep doing it. You’re a wonderful artist, Stefano… and people need to recognize that.”

The room was silent for quite some time, and you eventually heard Stefano release a soft breath through his lips. He sat upright, cleared his throat, and then looked in your direction—once more, he had his normal, content expression upon his face. You had to wonder just how much pain he was hiding behind that outward façade, but you knew that you shouldn’t press the issue any further. You grabbed your glass from the coaster upon the table once more, then brought it to your lips to take another sip of the water that it held.

“You know, I must admit that your columns ease the constant criticism that society has thrown upon me, mia cara. Reading them puts my mind at ease, just as your words of praise do. I cannot express my gratitude enough.”

You felt a very faint heat begin to arise within your cheeks, and you knew that it was coming from the fact that Stefano enjoyed reading your columns. After all, you worked hard on them, and if he approved of them, then that was all that mattered. You took yet another drink from your glass, leaving nothing but crystalline cubes of ice left within it now, and then placed it back down upon the table before beginning to speak.

“I’m glad they can bring you happiness, Stefano. Now… how about we try to take you mind off of all those imbeciles, hmm? Care to do a photoshoot with me?”

You would have sworn you saw a spark ignite within Stefano’s eye, and you noticed the smile upon his lips only broadened as he hastily rose to his feet. Seeing how quickly he paced across the room to turn on his photography lights was certainly something to behold—he certainly was enthusiastic whenever it came to doing the thing he loved most. He gestured for you to make your way over to where he currently was, and you willingly did just that. After all, you wished to see him content at the very least, and if allowing him to take photographs of you did that, then you would never refuse.

=2=

Before you knew it, nightfall had already taken hold of the city. You had been so preoccupied with Stefano and his photography that time had seemingly slipped away from the two of you, but you didn’t mind this whatsoever. Of course, you hadn’t spent the entire day doing nothing but taking pictures—after a few hours, the two of you had returned to the living room of his studio and spoke about various things, which included interests that the two of you had (you were quite surprised to learn that Stefano had an affinity for older musicians, such as Doris Day and Frank Sinatra, and that he possessed the ability to play the piano).

Now, however, you were unfortunately about to leave the artist’s abode and begin the journey back to your own apartment. You slipped your coat on over your shoulders, making sure to zip the front of it up before slipping the strap of your bag over your shoulder. Stefano had been kind enough to accompany you to the doorway of his studio, and he stooped over to open the door for you to make your way through it. You thanked him, wished him a good night, and then began to take your leave down the hallway. However, you were stopped by a call of your name, and you turned to see that Stefano had stepped outside his studio and made the short walk to stop in front of you.

“I almost entirely forgot to ask you about this, but do you have any plans for Natale, (Name)?”

You cocked your head slightly, unsure about how to answer his question. After a few moments, Stefano gave a chuckle upon realizing that you weren’t aware of what Natale meant.

“Ah, forgive me. Do you have any plans for Christmas?”

“Oh! Well… Vincent, erm, my best friend, asked me if I wanted to go clubbing that night, but I’m not one for loud places with tons of people. So, I said no. But uh… to directly answer your question, no. I don’t currently have any plans. Why?”

“Well… perhaps you might partake in an evening here at my studio? I could prepare dinner for us, and we could enjoy each other’s company.”

You swallowed hard, your heart suddenly giving several hard thumps within your chest that made it rather difficult to breathe for a moment. You weren’t quite sure why, but you didn’t really care about it at the moment—you were more concerned with the offer that Stefano had made you. Once your body managed to allow you to breathe properly once more, you gave a smile and a quick nod of your head.

“Of course! I’d greatly enjoy an evening like that, Stefano. What time would you like me to come over?”

“Hmm… I believe six should be fine.”

“Alright! I’ll uh… I’ll see you then, Stefano. Have a good night, okay?”

“I shall do my best, (Name). Buona notte, mia cara.”

You gave him a soft smile, then turned around and began to make your way down the hallway towards the elevator. For some reason, you felt extremely giddy, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of happiness the entire way back to your apartment. Whenever you finally did arrive home, you sighed happily and threw your bag down near the entrance, then hung up your coat and flopped down onto the couch with a smile still plastered across your face. You felt silly—you were acting like a teenager that had just met their favorite celebrity, but you were too overjoyed to care. You were going to spend a nice, quiet evening with the artist you admired the most, and that was all that mattered to you.

You grabbed your remote from the table in the center of the room, turning on the television to one of your favorite channels and relaxing against the plush couch beneath you. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed you as its own, the background noise of the television providing you with some vivid, interesting dreams whilst you slept peacefully throughout the night.

=2=

Author’s Note (1): Apologies for the excessive summation throughout the chapter. I promise I’ll make it up in upcoming chapters.

Author’s Note (2): Yes, Stefano’s interests and ability to play the piano are head canons of my own.

Author’s Note (3): Thanks to all of you who have kept up with this story so far. The comments and reviews I have received really warm my heart, and they help me keep going forward with my writing. I love every single one of you, and I’m so glad I have the opportunity to make you guys happy.

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joylessholland · 7 years ago

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Just A Guy I Like (Part 4)

TOMXMALEREADER

(1,037, srry it kinda short it was like 865 till i wrote the last paragraph which is kinda just an epilogue to the story)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of hate crime, i had a bad migraine so the last paragraph sucks lol!

A/N: This is the MAYBE last part i don’t have any more ideas after this but if you wanna give me some requests i would love to see if i can write it. It can be for fanfics or just any story you want it doesn't even have to be real world it could be like fantasy or someshit! ENJOY!

Part One Part Two Part Three Masterlist

“I’m gay” Tom spoke slowly and calmly to his three friends, “When did you realize?” Zendaya said moving to sit next to Tom “I’ve known for a while” he spoke quietly “What took you so long to come out?” Harrison asked “I was nervous, and embarrassed, I didn’t know if you guys would hate me or not” his voice cracks as tears sting his eyes “Dude, we could never hate you” Jacob says patting Tom on the back “Oh, honey we love you all the same, just cause your gay doesn’t change who you are to us” Zendaya coos “What made you do it now?” she asks “I went to a drag club and someone took my picture and are blackmailing me with it” he said. “Is it that cute club in west Hollywood” “Yeah, why” “I love that place” Zendaya says her mind wondering “Z, you good?” Harrison says. “I’ve got a plan to show that photographer your proud of who you are” she smiles

“Vince, is Vin working today?” Tom asks Maggie who is washing a table “No” she says coldly stomping past him “Mags, Mags wait, what’s wrong?” “What do you care, it’s your fault” she snaps “What happened?” he pleads “You don’t even know, WOW” she growls “Go find out for yourself” she throws keys at him and stomps into the kitchen passing Morgan the manager “Your Tom?” he asks “It depends, are you gonna yell at me too?” “No, don’t mind her Vinnie is the closest thing she’s got to family, go before she comes back.” The drive to your apartment felt like an eternity to Tom as he sped down the street. Screeching the car to a halt he rushes up your building using the keys Mags tossed his ways to open the door, though it took a few tries since the correct key was never specified. Finding the right key, he burst into the apartment, “I thought you were working till five” you call “Vin” Tom calls closing the door behind him.

Emerging from the bedroom a shocked gasp escapes Toms lips, you were shirtless a bandage wrapped around your ribs, you had a black eye, busted lips, a few bruises, and a cut on your arm. Tom steps forward “What the hell happened to you, you won’t answer my calls, my texts” his voice dripping with concern and guilt “Nothing, I’m fine you didn’t have to come all this way” you say emotionlessly “Don’t you fucking dare, Mags was right this is all my fault” he runs his hand through his curls “No, it’s not” you say swallowing the lump in your throat “Two guys jumped me while I was walking to the bus stop, it was a senseless hate crime” he stands there lip quivering “It is my fault, if I never would have left you, you’d be fine” tears fall down his face as he turns his back to you. Limping over to him you put a hand on his shoulder “I told you to leave, there’s nothing you could have done, or can do” you speak quietly rubbing his arm “What if they would have killed you, if I was there I could have… I could have stopped them” he lets out a sob “OR maybe you would have gotten in the way and they would have killed you too, plus if I died I’m sure someone would have called you” you joke “It’s not funny” he turns to face you “I’m sorry” you whisper “For what, I overreacted, I was not being proud of who I am, who we are” he pulls out his phone and loads Instagram. “look I’m always up for selfie but…” he holds it out to you, his last post is pulled up on the screen, The picture the paparazzi took of him at the club, dancing hands above his head having a great time with the caption:

For a long time, I’ve kept something from you all and now that I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve made for myself, and I love you all so much you’re the best fans in the world so I wanna share this part of my life with you. At this moment in time there is a man named Maxwell Harper who took this picture of me and told me that if I didn’t give him money he would send it out to every news outlet he could so I’m here to do it for him. That picture is of me at The Shoe Factory drag club dancing to a wonderful song by the beautiful Lola, and I’m there dancing with my date who is just a guy I like, I am gay!

“That is the most famous person coming out speech ever” you laugh “Shut up” he says pushing you playfully “I’m happy for you” you wipe a tear from his eye “I love you” his words take you by surprise. “You don’t have to say anythi-“ you cut him off with a kiss, this kiss makes your heart skip a beat, it makes your first kiss look like a peck. You can taste his salty tears, you can feel the love behind this kiss. “I love you too, British” you coo.

The weeks following Toms coming out were full of interviews, lovely videos from fans, and even more speculation on who you were. Maggie had forgiven Tom quickly after you told her of his proclamation of love. “She started planning our wedding on Pinterest” you told Tom as he handed you a mug of coffee “Dotted or Stripped place settings?” he questioned sarcastically “Golden Border actually, yeah” he laughed kissing your cheek. You stayed at his place last night it had become a normal thing waking to the smell of expensive coffee, or the sound of the tea kettle whistling and not the smell of cheap hairspray and the sound of Maggie rapping Nicki Minaj. Since coming out Tom seemed so happy, he held your hand in public, he introduced you to his friends and his brothers when they visited. He told you every day that he loved you and every day you were reminded how happy you truly were!

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propertyofnikkisthighs · 5 years ago

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She’s My Collar pt. 3

Trigger warning: Mentions of domestic abuse

“It’s been 3 days Riv. You’re gonna have to talk to me about what the fuck happened the other day.” Tommy says standing on my balcony smoking a cigarette.

How do I even begin to explain myself though? I swipe his pack of cigarettes off the railing and light one taking a drag. Tommy raises an eyebrow at my actions, but otherwise is non reactive to the nasty habit I’ve picked up and quit for what felt like a million times.

“I’ve known Kevin most of my life.” I start, my voice already beginning to shake. “He is a few years older than me and worked on my grandparent’s farm and I was head over heels for him. Like I used to follow him around as he cleaned the barns level in love because he was always so kind and sweet to me.”

Tommy just nods his head along and I continue.

“We got married right after I graduated high school and that was when he stopped being so sweet. He found he preferred cuddling a bottle of vodka at night a lot more than he liked cuddling up with me. Then, instead of hitting the bottles, he hit me.”

Tommy’s hand curls into a fist at his side and he blows hard out of his nose. “Go on” he says and I can tell he’s working on keeping his cool.

“When I found out I was pregnant the beatings stopped for a little bit. He, um, seemed really happy for a while and I really thought this was what we needed to be happy again. Boy was I wrong.” I hadn’t even realized tears were streaming down my face until I felt them hitting my trembling hands in my lap.

“He came home one night drunker than I had ever seen him and meaner than he had any right to be and just let loose on me. A neighbor heard me screaming thank god and called the cops or I might have died that night along with our baby. We come from a pretty small town so there wasn’t much help for me to leave him, most people thought it wasn’t their business. About a month later I took every last dime I had, all the clothes I could carry, and left my ring and the life I had under ‘Rebecca’ there and came to L.A.. That was about a year ago.”

I looked down to see Tommy had silently slipped his hands into mine as I was recounting the story that I had hoped to never have to explain to anybody. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“I promise you Riv, I will kill him if he so much as looks at you again.” I’m soon crushed against Tommy’s chest in a tight hug and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t the safest I had ever felt in the last year. Hell, the last few years.

“Thank you Tommy, but I don’t want you boys to get caught in the crossfire.”

“What else will you do then?” He asks quietly.

“Probably pack up and move elsewhere. Somewhere he can’t find me.”

“No.” Tommy says standing straight up. “No you can’t leave Riv we just started being friends.” He paces back and forth on the small balcony while lighting another cigarette.

“You guys are on your way to doing big shit T-Bone. I can’t get in the way of that.”

“That’s even more of a reason to let the guys and I protect you?” He says as if it’s obvious. “Besides, you’re our photographer. Who else is going to capture all the nudity on camera?”

“You know for a second there you weren’t a gross pig.” I try to not mirror Tommy’s face splitting grin, but I’m not that strong.

“Atta girl.” He bounces up and walks in my house as if he lives there and calls behind him “Come on let’s go to the diner for pancakes. My treat.” I didn’t question how he earned the money to pay this time. I knew it was rarely legal.

I double over laughing in the booth for nearly the tenth time at another story of the stupid shit Tommy has done. We’re the same age, but I can’t help but feel inferior in the life I’ve lived. Besides packing up and moving out of town to come to L.A. on a whim, I haven’t done anything exciting. Tommy has had enough experiences for two lives.

“So anyway Nikki comes up with the genius idea to stick our dicks in breakfast burritos to cover up any scent that we had just fucked these other chicks. Cause like our girlfriends couldn’t know right?” He pauses to sip his Coke and pours the rest of his Jack shooter into my coffee.

“Tommy Lee!” I scold in a hushed whisper.

“Let me finish my story. So anyway me, Sixx, and Vinnie are basically fucking these burritos in the back of my van at the ass crack of dawn to all go home to our girlfriends because Vince wanted to fuck a bride to be at her bachelorette party.” Tommy stuffs more pancakes into his shit eating grin.

“Tommy you guys are insane. How the hell am I friends with you lunatics? Mick is the least insane one and he’s hardly around.” I laugh sipping my spiked coffee wincing only a tiny bit at the burn of the whiskey.

“You just haven’t known Mick long enough. He gets crazy too.” He wags his eyebrows at me suggestively “And you get to capture those moments on film”

“Oh lucky me.” I feign excitement and he tosses a sugar packet hitting me in the face. The walk back to the apartment from the diner is filled with just as many laughs as our meal was and my cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling. Tommy has one arm slung around my shoulder while his other swings at his side besides when he takes a puff of his cigarette. Tommy is everything my parents would’ve hated to see me hanging around with, let alone being as close with him as we are now. He had long dark hair, wore make up, and the only real work ethic he had was put into his drumming (that’s not to say he didn’t have work ethic they just wouldn’t have seen it that way).

“Ya wanna know something Riv?” Tommy asks looking everywhere that isn’t at me.

“I wanna know everything at all times.” I joke and he hip checks me lightly. A grin spreads across his face and I wonder if his cheeks hurt like mine from smiling so much.

“You have huge eyes.” He says finally.

I stop in my tracks and stare at him mouth agape.

“Tommy Lee are you making fun of me?!” I shriek and he’s double over laughing at my expression.

“I’m kidding! Well kinda.” I shove at him lightly and begin to walk away, but his hand in mine stops me from leaving him to laugh on his own and we resume walking together to the apartment this time hand in hand.

“What I was actually gonna say was-” Tommy’s grip on my hand tightens and a scary look casts over his features.

I follow his line of sight to see Kevin speaking to the landlord that lived on the floor level. It looked like he hadn’t noticed us yet and I wanted to keep things that way. I tug Tommy’s hand trying to pull him up the stairs to our floor out of his line of sight.

“Oh am I interrupting date night?” I hear behind me. Busted.

“Kevin. Not now.” I hiss not wanting to draw any attention to us.

“I’m sorry did I your HUSBAND interrupt your date with your new fuck buddy?” Kevin raises his voice.

“I’m only going to tell you once dude, don’t fucking talk to her like that.” Tommy growls out between grit teeth.

“Hey nobody tells me how to talk to my fucking wife.” Kevin steps closer. Tommy doesn’t step back being that it’s hard to be intimidated by a man at least six inches shorter than you. “She left you bro. Get the fuck over it and move on.” Tommy had somehow maneuvered me behind him and positioned himself in front of me. Kevin clearly didn’t take kindly to that.

“Listen, dick head, I’m not leaving without my fucking wife. You can find someone new to fuck in a city like this. I guarantee she isn’t the only whore”

And that’s when I hear it, the sound of a fist connecting with a face and teeth clanking together. Tommy is on Kevin before I even have time to full process that a punch was thrown. Tommy had the element of surprise and uses that to his advantage to land a few good punches to Kevin’s face. Kevin’s foot connects with Tommy’s gut and gives him the opportunity to get up and land a few punches of his own.

“Guys please stop!” I’m shouting trying to get them off each other without getting hit. I know there’s nothing I can do physically so I do the only thing I can think of doing. And I scream for Nikki.

Nikki is pulling Tommy off of Kevin who looks worse for wear than I had ever seen him. Kevin’s lip is busted, he’s got a black eye forming, and there is blood coming from both a cut on the top of his nose and from his nose in general. Tommy has a small cut on his cheek, also what looks like a black eye coming, and is bleeding from somewhere inside his mouth because he spits blood on Kevin. Kevin charges at him again, but is knocked on his ass by Nikki kicking him square in the gut.

“Enough!” Nikki screams and a small part of me is scared by the sound.

I don’t bother to make sure Kevin is okay before I follow the boys up to our floor. I race into my own apartment to grab some painkillers, a washcloth, and a bag of frozen peas for Tommy. When I get into their apartment I see Tommy downing some whiskey from the bottle and he tries to smile at me and winces. I gently pluck the bottle from his hand and set it on the counter next to him. I run the washcloth under water and begin to clean the blood off his face. He hisses as I dab at the cut on his cheek and lip trying to be gentle so I don’t make the bleeding start again.

“Hey River, could you maybe not try to get my drummer killed?” Nikki jokes knocking back some of the whiskey. Tears well up in my eyes despite me knowing there’s no malice behind his words.

“I’m so sorry Tommy.” I sob tears cascading down my face.

“Hey, hey shhh” Tommy tries to console me by hugging me to him. “These things, they happen. Hang out with Sixx and I long enough and you’ll be bailing us out of jail in no time.”

“Fuck I’m surprised you haven’t already.” Nikki pipes up.

“This is all my fault if you wouldn’t have tried to stick up for me you wouldn’t have gotten hit.”

“I swung first.” He chuckles rubbing my back.

“Atta boy!” Nikki bellows and we all have a good laugh at that. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could sure use a fucking shot.” Tommy tosses back two painkillers and washes them down with a swig of whiskey offering the bottle to me.

“Fuck it.” I shrug and down two big gulps and pass the bottle to Nikki. He’s clapping me on the back while I hold the frozen peas to Tommy’s eye and pretend I can’t feel Tommy’s thumb rub tiny circles on my thigh where I’m standing between his legs. And I pretend the warmth I feel is from the alcohol and not because of the way he looks at me.

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silkbridal · 5 years ago

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Cristina & Vincent

Happy Friday! Today we introduce you to a couple with one of the sweetest love stories to date. Meet Cristina & Vincent VanAuker. They were married August 3rd, 2019 at The Arbor at The Port in downtown Rochester. Cristina wore one of our all-time favorite gowns, Imelda, from Pronovias Privée, a lace trumpet style gown adorned with crystal embellishments at the chest and romantic ( & deattachable!) off the shoulder sleeves. The Vanaukers were photographed by CR Photos with videography by Captivate Media . Florals by IDO Wedding Flowers. Follow their sweet story below and get a behind the scenes look at their amazing day.

“It was a typical Saturday afternoon, I was leaving the salon (late) and on my way to my best friends daughter, Eva’s ‘First Birthday Party’ (late) and managed to capture a speeding ticket on the way.

The birthday girl was holstered to my hip and ‘UNCLE VIN’ seemingly came out of no where. He obviously had to say hello to the birthday girl and the “shiny blonde-haired girl” that he’s never seen before holding his baby cousin and thought “she must be a cousin i’ve never met before”.

Little did I know, I was racing (worth that speeding ticket) to meet my soulmate that day.

Vinnie had JUST moved back from California. We always heard of each other through out the years and at Eva’s party we finally met for the first time.

Vinnie and I instantly connected so deeply and have been together since that day!

Hmm, our first date was kinda’ a double date that turned into a triple date. Vinnie and I met Amanda and Rocky (Eva’s parents) at Char Steak & Lounge. His brother, Sean and Heather joined and we had such a fun evening.

Our first date, just us, was at California’ Rollin’. We’re big sushi people and wanted to be by the water, who knew we we’re sitting right in-front of our wedding venue! We love it over there and visit frequently in the summer!

Who said ‘I love you first’?

Vincent!

How did you know he was “the one”

Vin says it best.

Remember when were kids and the adults always said “ when you know, you’ll just know”?

Him and I both were kinda like, “yeah, yeah but like HOW do you know?”

Honestly, it’s as simple as that, when you meet someone and they’re the person you’re supposed to be with your soul is kinda just like, “Oh hey, there you are! Where ya been?!”

When we met, our relationship and our connection is like nothing we’ve ever experienced before.

When you know, you truly know!

Location/Proposal Story

This one is fun!

I’ll try to keep it as short as possible!

Vinnie was turning the big 30 in November of 2018. If you know my Husband, you know he’s one to constantly think and do for others. He’s generous, caring, thoughtful and so much more. It’s also pretty impossible to surprise him. I wanted a night to simple honor HIM (without him knowing).I began planning a SURPRISE ‘Frank + the Rat Pack’ themed party for him.

Our buddy, Jay Marker from Spectrum Sounds would be on the beats playing all of the Sinatra inspired tunes as well as Terrence Bruce on the saxophone. Our friend, Denali Simone would be photographing as well as our friend Jake Levin (Captivate Media) filming the night. I rented that cool, rustic barn in Henrietta, NY that would suit the theme, vibe and ambiance all too perfectly.

Yes, I was going ALL out.

Vin was searching the perfect time to propose.

He didn’t let many people know, that he was soon proposing. He wanted it to be a complete surprise to me, of course. His brother, Sean and his wife, Heather were two of those few people that knew. They called Vin one day and shared that I was planning something phenomonal for his up-coming 30th birthday and that I was confident Vincent knew NOTHING about any of it. Sean and Heather shared nothing about the event except that our entire family would be there, all of our closest friends and that a photographer/videographer would be capturing the entire evening. They had hoped Vin wouldn’t think it’d be a terrible idea and potentially ruin the entire surprise for him.

“SOLD, BOOK IT, PERFECT, BRILLIANT. She’ll NEVER know that I know” said Vin.

It’s actually pretty hysterical - I had essentially been lying to him for WEEKS - and obviously he had been doing the same to me, he went along with everything I was saying!

The best part was when I was gone the entire day “setting up, preparing and decorating”, he kept offering his help, asking when I’d be home, etc. The whole time, I prepped him to believe we were attending our friends parents “Gatsby” themed anniversary party - which totally suits the couple, by the way. I had a fake invitation and everything!

I was 100% convinced that he knew NOTHING about his surprise birthday party.

We got dressed in our Rat Pack inspired outfits, looking dapper as ever.

Vinnie was playing literally ALL of “our” songs on our way to the party (I never put two and two together). Probably because I was anxious and wanted everything to be perfect for him!

Little did I know, he was feeling the SAME EXACT WAY.

We entered Vin’s birthday party, it was like something out of a movie. Everyone shouted “SURPRISE”, Sinatra and the Sax were blasting, and Vin played out a perfect “surprise” reaction. Even though he knew about the party, I still believe he was a little shocked. With the extent of the detail, the theme, the decor, the photos, the friends, the family, how incredible everyone looked, etc. “I really freaking got him, I did it!“ I thought. He was in tears. That probably had to do with the fact that he was about to ask the most important person to him, the biggest question of his life. I remember proudly saying to Sean, “ we freakin’ got him, dude! ”

After saying hello to our friends and family, Vin grabbed the mic to give a thank you speech (not out of the ordinary). Vinnie is a phenomenal public speaker. As soon as he grabbed that mic, I was front row and dialed in - I always love hearing him speak. He began talking about his “20’s goals” (I know what his goals are) and I couldn’t help but think, “there is absolutely no way he is about to propose, he thought we were coming to Maureen and Christians party, he wouldn’t have brought a ring here!”.

Low and be hold, that incredible speech turned into the most beautiful moment of our lives, our Forever! I felt like I was in one of them dreams where you couldn’t move, speak, nothing. Shocked is an understatement. I think before I blubbered “YES”, I asked him if he knew the whole time!

It. Was. Absolutely. Perfect!

Vinnie turned his moment into ours.

Oh, he also had my best friend Jeavanna, who lives in Florida fly down. She was hiding upstairs (for only about three hours in the pitch black) and seemingly popped out of no where shortly after Vinnie proposed.

His 30th birthday party quickly became our engagement party. Surrounded by our closest friends, our family, good music. It was the best night ever!

A real life fairy-tale, they do exist, y’all.

We asked Cristina about how she knew her dress was “the one”: I always knew I wanted to go dress shopping for the first time by my self.My Mother passed away in September of 2013. I live daily knowing she’s always with me. Vincent and I believe she guided us to one another. I went by myself because I felt like it was just her and I going. That was special to me...

“... I always knew I wanted to go to Silk. I had no intentions or ambitions of going anywhere else. I picked out a bunch of dresses. I was trying on probably my 12th dress, I got about half way in it and began to say out loud, “this looks really similar to Heathers dress!” (My sister in law, Heather, is also a Silk Bride) Kendra looked at the tag and immediately said, “you’re right, it is Heather’s dress!” We can’t have the same dress, I thought and I threw it (gently) off me! Kendra seemingly grabbed a dress (I still don’t know where she got it from) that I did not see anywhere. It looked amazing while she was holding it, and I thought why not! I put it on and immediately knew it was the one! Yes, I believe my Mom did that, too! My dress was designed by Pronovias and with Fatima’s touch, it fit me like a glove. It’s like it was made for me. I truly felt like Cinderella in it on our wedding day”.

On one of her favorite memories from their wedding day: “My bridal party as well as my father, my brothers and my nephew joined me in visiting my Mom before we arrived to our wedding venue. That was special...

...It was important to Vinnie and I to have her present in our day. There were photos of her everywhere. She had her own chair at the ceremony and at the reception.”

Also, we truly love how much FUN everyone had. The dance floor remained full the entire night. That was pretty awesome. Our guests STILL reach out to us about it!

What are you most looking forward to in married life

August 2020 will be a year married and everyday has been amazing.

This year, we became Godparents together and welcomed our Godson to the world.

We look forward to grow and enjoy this beautiful life.

We look forward to creating and building a family of our own.

Ultimately, being healthy and living this journey together as Husband and Wife is absolutely everything, we couldn’t ask for more.

We are truly Blessed.

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