#why nikki taylor had to smile so much

[venusimleder]

Betsey Johnson, S/S 1994.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Santa Klaus

masterlist

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff, some gore/blood, nikki being your lapdog, possesive, kissing, cursing, humor that was needed in tvd

summary: just some scenes of you and nik being a dream couple

a/n: idk with this one but these scenes popped into my head and i thought they were cute

song: paper rings - taylor swift

"Niklaus!" you snap at him, as he stands at the doorway covered in blood. You two were at a store and a guy accidentally backed into you. He decided that the man didn't deserve to see another day after bumping into your precious self.

"Sorry, love- actually no, he deserved it," Klaus shrugs holding his hands up.

"Well in that case... come a little closer," you giggle. He narrows his eyes at you, but of course listens. He takes a slow step into the room and freezes when he feels himself soaked in cold water.

You burst out laughing as he stares at the wall. He slowly turns to you, as you continue to laugh.

"Figured you needed a shower, you know, for all that blood," you get out in between you giggles.

"That's it, if I am cold, you're going to be cold too," he grins as he speeds towards you, bringing you into a cold hug.

"Nik! Let me go!"

"Now why would I do that?"

You were in the kitchen baking some cookies. You had the trays of them sitting on the stove as they cooled. You put some on a plate and turn around to get a paper towel. As you look back at the dish, you notice one missing.

"Hm, that's weird," you frowned. This then happened two more times, you realized it had to be Klaus. Either that or the cookies just happen to disappear.

"Nikki darling, stop being a baby and hiding," you pout. "Come out and face me like a real man," you try to say in a funny deep voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he suppresses a smirk.

"Do you take me for a fool Niklaus?"

"... no?" you bring your hand up and smack the back of his head.

"Hey, what was th-" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. You swipe your tongue on his bottom lip so he opens his mouth. He does, and you allow your tongue to roam his mouth. You pull back a few moments later.

"Funny, you taste like chocolate chip cookies," you laugh and start to run away.

"You sneak!" Klaus yells as he speeds up to you, throwing you over his shoulder and smiling at your adorable giggles.

"AH!" Nik's high pitch scream reaches your ears while he jumps and covers his eyes.

You two were currently in the dark, watching a horror movie. You have seen it a few times already, so the jumpscares didn't bother you. The movie didn't interest you anymore either, but you watched it for the mere amusement you get from seeing Nik get scared.

"Nik don't be a wuss," you playfully roll your eyes.

"Did you see how that man looked?! He was- bloody hell!" Nik shouts as the guy popped up out of nowhere.

"Niklaus, you're as scary as that man to most-"

"Tosser! If I were still human, I would have died from a heart attack by now- fuck! Okay, love, that's it, we are watching something else"

He reaches over you and snatches the remote, putting on toy story.

"See, watching the story of toys that come to life is much more interesting. Don't you agree, love?"

"Sure... baby," you mutter with a grin. Laughter spills out of you when he attacks you with tickles.

It was Christmas, you were dressed in a lovely deep red gown and your hair and makeup was done. While you looked like royalty, across from you was a Nik in a Santa costume.

You had been trying to get him to do this for years, but he never agreed. He refused to have something as stupid as a Santa costume ruin his reputation.

He even said, "I wouldn't be caught dead wearing this bloody thing"

To which you replied, "oh well, then I suppose it's a good thing you are already technically dead," you shrug with a cheeky smile.

Now that he finally gave in, your bucket list has been completed. He said he wouldn't leave the house with it, but he didn't say you couldn't take pictures.

"I don't see what's wrong with it, you look great in my opinion," you gave his fake beard a little tug.

"Y/n this was a horrible idea," he shakes his head.

"I think it was a great one, Santa Klaus," you give him a bright smile.

"This was very unnecessary, love"

"Your siblings disagree," your pretty lips turn into a small smirk.

"I beg your pardon?!"

A few moments ago, you sent some pictures of him to a secret group chat you're in with his siblings. Nik - of course - isn't in this one. The one with all of you is full of threats he sends to his family who mess around with him.

The photos got you replys such as, "I can't believe you got Niklaus to finally agree to that, LOL," from Elijah. "You underestimate Nik's love for you," and "I'm going to print these out and tape them everywhere in the house," from Rebekah. As well as, "I bloody love you, darling," and "my brother is going to kill me for what I'm about to do with these," from Kol. Finn gave you a simple, "well done," which you almost rolled your eyes at his unenthusiastic message.

"Oops," you shrug with a fake innocence.

You were currently hunched over, laughing your arse off. You got Nik to wear an Easter Bunny costume. To your surprise, he let you paint whiskers on his face, along with a pink nose.

You finally are able to stop laughing, and look over his shoulder at the line of little children in a line, waiting to take picture with him.

"Go on, bunny. The kids are waiting," you peck his lips and pat his head.

"If you were anyone else you would be dead by now," he grumbles.

He was taking the pictures, when it was a new kids turn. You saw the fear in his eyes, you understood. You were also scared of the Easter Bunnies and Santa Clause's that you would see in stores and malls.

When he got to Nik, he sat on his right lap and started to cry. As you were about to go over, you hear Niklaus yelp as he quickly grabs the kid and lifts him off his lap and on to the floor.

You were confused when he rushed over to where you were standing, but burst out laughing with tears in your eyes as you saw a wet stain on his leg.

"Oh- m-my goodness! Th- this is gold!" you laugh out, grabbing your phone taking more pictures that you'll send to the groupchat later.

"Stupid children, I quit"

You and Nik were in some random fancy restaurant in Paris. You both knew nothing in french, so you though you would have some fun.

You planned out a fake scenario to get a reaction out of the people in there with you both.

You fake gasp loudly, grabbing peoples attention around you.

"You sick fool!" you place your hand on your chest as you dramatically stand up. "You cheated on me?! With my sister!"

The room fills with synchronized gasps from the people around you.

"Love! No, I would never!"

"I just saw a picture! I also got sent a photo of you with what looks like my best friend!" More gasps come around you as people look between you both in shock.

Nik stands up hiding his amusement.

"They are fake! I was going to propose to you tonight! He says pulling out a fake ring he found," holding it in front of you, people start whispering with interest at what was unfolding before their eyes.

"My friend had the same ring the last time I saw her! How could you," you slap him in the face, knowing he was going to whine about how that was not a part of the act, later. Gasps of shock chorus around while some people have their eyes wide, and some are laughing into their hands.

You turn and speed walk out as Nik follows. Once you get outside, you both burst out laughing after holding it in for so long. You hold out your hand for a first bump as he connects his fist with yours.

"Oh that was brillitant!" you smile, wiping fake tears from under your eyes.

"Did you see their faces, love? They were bloody hilarious," Nik grins.

"NIKLAUS! Y/N!" are the shouts from Kol and Elijah as they get covered with eggs and flour. You, Bex, and Nik set up a series of pranks to go off on them.

"Alright!" Bekah highfives you with a bright smile.

"Nikki we should do more pranks with Bex," you hug the girls waist.

"But pranks are our thing," he pouts.

"Now they are ours and Bex's," you give him a thumbs up.

"Yeah, Nikki- please don't dagger me again," Bekah says looking away from her brothers death glare.

"FUCK!" more shouts come from the kitchen.

You and Bekah were shopping with a grumpy Nik trailing behind you. You had been at this for at least three hours now and he wanted to go back and cuddle with you in bed.

You just tried on a tight club dress and stepped into the couch area were the other two were waiting.

While NIk was drooling over you, suddenly happy about shopping, Bex stood up and walked over to you.

"Perfect! You look so hot!" Nik nods as Rebekah's statement while still staring at you in awe. "Those boys through the window seem to agree with me," Bekah nods her head in the direction of the window where a small group of boys around your age were drinking in your figure.

Niks head snaps over to them and his face hardens. He stands up and walks over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"You look bloody stunning as always, my love," he kisses your head. "We are buying this dress. You know, I don't know what I did to deserve you,"

"You didn't have to do anything," your lips tip upwards.

"Ugh, you two," Rebekah rolls her eyes. "Nik is not coming with us next time, you guys are too sappy, makes me sick," she sighs.

"Don't be jealous, Rebekah"

You were finishing up some final touches on a tray of pastries you baked for Nik. You made all his favorites and decorated them to look cute. You hear a knock on the door and look out the window. You see Nik at the door with flowers in his hands.

You open the door and smile at him, "Nikki, hello!"

"Hi, love," he smiles and pecks your lips. He hands you the flowers as he strolls in the house.

"Oh, Nik! Come in the kitchen"

You pick up the pastry tray after putting the flowers in a vase. "Tadaaa!"

"My favorites! Thank you, sweetheart," he kisses you.

"You are very welcome, thank you for the flowers"

"You are very welcome. I love you so much, you know"

"Of course I know, I also know that I love you so much too"

[beansnsoup]

Nikko x fem reader

The reader is leias sister there very quiet and moves like a shadow they dont like to socialize mostly speaking in a word or sentence or two that is till the summer her sister wanted to stay at there grandparents the reader didn't want to stay but her parents said it be good for her to socialize with normal people instead of just them so after a week of almost giving red and kitty heart attacks after showing out of nowhere they send her to the basement for some much needed socialization with people her own age much to her and Leias annoyance that's when she meets Nikki the only one there person with some sense in that basement in the readers opinion the two start to talk and the reader develops a cush fast on Nikki but knowing she has a bf hides it and avoids the basement and Nikki like the flu until the end of summer where the two talk after Leia talks to her other friends

Ty for giving me sm to go off of!

Cruel Summer With You

Nikki x fem!reader

fandom- That 90s Show

Summary- You very quiet and composed, not that you didn't want to be social, you just hadn't found the right people, or person.

Warnings- fluff, angst?, self-doubt, og storyline might be a little rewritten for the plot I'm going for, lmk if there is anything else

Note- Originally, I was going to title this bad idea, like the girl in red song, then I wrote a line with cruel summer in it and i was like 'light bulb' and changed the title.

You sat on the couch, catching up on your Saturday morning cartoons, it was really like every other morning. You never had any plans, and if you ever made any, you made them on slow days when the public didn't want to go out. Yet, it was the start of Summer, so everyone was out and about, you chose to stay inside your own amazing home to avoid any sort of danger, that was your common excuse.

All of the sudden your mom comes into the living room and turns down the volume of the TV, you throw your hands up and look up at her offended. Leia walks up next to her, smiling, what has she done?

"How do you feel about doing to Grandma and Grandpas for the summer?" Your mom starts off, Leia starts mouthing for you to say yes. You loved your grandparents, but you knew why your mom was asking you, her and your dad thought you didn't get out enough and needed some social encounters that weren't just family.

"I'm not too keen on the idea..." You replied, sitting up from your position, Leia sighed, "C'mon! We could live a summer like all those teens in the movies that go around doing stuff with their friends and go to parties." Your mom looked at her, "Not like we're going to be doing partying, drinking, and drugs..." Leia laughed nervously and quickly looked away from her mom.

"Well, Leia has asked us if you both could stay there for the summer, and me and your dad think it seems great," As if on que, your dad walks into the room, "We think it'll be good for you Y/N, for you to, I don't know, live a little." He adds, you look down at your feet, you hate how they all cornered you in this situation, it wasn't fair.

"I guess."

Leia smiled, hugged you, and then quickly ran upstairs to start packing, "We'll start heading there tomorrow, get packed please." Your mom informed you as she kissed your forehead. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV back up, this was going to be a very cruel summer.

-

You grabbed your bags and walk downstairs to the car; you stuff it in the trunk with Leias stuff and get in with them. You pull out your Walkman and put in you Nirvana cassette, they were the only band that didn't back stab you with a bad album or song, except Fiona Apple, but she isn't a band.

You finally reach your grandparents house, your parents hop out of the car, your mom starts grabbing stuff while your dad just heads inside. Leia gets out and follows him in, you grab my bags so your mom doesn't have to carry as much.

Your grandma takes her attention away from Eric, "My girls!" She runs to hug you both, giving you both kisses, "I baked some cookies, your both welcome to as many as you like." She tells you both, you follow Leia to the kitchen, grabbing one of Grandma Kitty's famous chocolate chip cookies and stuffing it in your mouth, it was just what you needed after that 3 and a half hour drive.

"I'm gonna go shoot some hoops." Leia tells you, running to grab her ball from the living room, then running straight back to the kitchen. You were better inside, you sat down at the table, later joined by you Grandpa Red, he grabbed the paper that was sat next you.

"So you're both staying for the summer?" He asks you, you just nod as a reply, he let's out a huff, "You won't have to worry about me, grandpa." You knew exactly what he was huffing about. He's always complained about how terrible your dad was in his teens, especially during the summer when he was joined by all his friends.

"And why's that?"

"I'm not planning of loly gagging this summer, I need to catch up on summer reading. Leia, on the other hand, wants the full Point Place experience."

He sighs, patting you on the shoulder, "Help me out with her, I don't want any more kids filling up my basement."

-

"You can use our basement as much as you want!"

"Kitty!"

"Thank you grandma!"

Leia drags you downstairs to the basement, "This is going to be awesome. Think of all the hang outs we can have down here, they boys." The last part made her smile, but it made you cringe. You've never had any romantic feeling towards anyone, you just never found your person you guessed, that's what people you tell you when you didn't have a date for the school dances.

You sat yourself down on the couch with the box of record you found in the corner, they were all your dads, you only figured that out due to his name being written on the cover of most of them. You were about to put on the Queen album you found until a group of people burst through the door.

Wonderful.

"Woah, who's this?" A guy with a short middle part asks Leia, "My sister," She's cut off by another girl, "leave her be Jay." He threw his arms up in surrender and walked off to sit on the arm of the couch. You look over in the direction of the person that literally saved your life to find probably the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

She's wearing a pink outfit, has a perm, and a crazy beautiful smile. She sends you a wink before sitting down next to a bigger boy with fluffy hair, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they're all occupied you sneak your way upstairs trying not to get noticed, and thankfully nobody did.

You walk upstairs to the spare bedroom that used to be you Aunt Loris, you could tell by the way it was decorated, she still had most of her stuff here too, mainly skimpy sets. You made sure to change the sheets when you came to their place, even though you grandma insisted that she washed her and your dads' sheets before the two of you got here.

You plop down on the bed, you're practically sulking, this summer had already gotten invaded by a bunch of lunatics, well, except for her. She saved you from getting viciously flirted with by the weird guy you sister seemed to be weirdly warming up to.

You honestly couldn't stop thinking about her, but you knew talking to her was out of the question. Staying locked up in you aunts old room seemed like a better summer than you embarrassing yourself in front of a freaking goddess.

-

It had been about a week or two since you've been staying with your grandparents, and honestly it was growing on you, Point Place wasn't terrible if you knew what you were doing. You went downstairs to make yourself a sandwich, you hadn't eaten anything all day and the hunger was making you go insane. You opened the fridge causing you Grandma to jump and swing a punch, thankfully it only ran into your hair,

"Oh, my Lord, Y/N! You need to stop doing that!"

"Doing what? I'm not scaring you guys on purpose."

"Your grandpa nearly assaulted you with a beer bottle yesterday, dear, I think you need something else to keep you occupied, sometimes we forget you're here."

No matter how much that stung you knew she was right, you had barely seen them, and the only time you did it was kind like a surprise party for them. You were scared your grandpa was going to die from a heart attack one afternoon due to you "sneaking" up on him.

She hands you a bag of chips and send you down to the basement, "Talk to them dear, you might like them."

You walk down the steps, they're all laughing, sitting on the couch while watching cartoons. You hand Leia the bag and sit next to her, they go silent for a bit until Leia breaks it, "Guys, this is my sister, Y/N." Then she begins to point everyone out, "That's Gwen, her brother Nate, there our neighbors. That's Nates girlfriend, Nikki, him over there, that's Ozzie, and him, he's Jay." They all wave at you as their name is called while you just smile back.

"So," Gwen begins, "Why haven't you come down here before?"

"Just been busy."

"During the summer?" Nate asks you, Nikki slaps his arm,

"Some schools do that type of messed up stuff, I'm being trampled in college stuff right now."

You smile at her, turning to face the TV, everyone else follows suit and starts what they were doing before you came in. You glance over to Leia who looks a little irritated, you wait until later in the night for everyone to leave to ask her why though, not wanting to cause a scene.

First Ozzie left, then Jay, Nate and Gwen got called home, but Nikki said she'd meet him there later. Leia left the two of you alone to go throw away the trash and rinse the dishes from earlier in the evening.

"So, how are you liking Point Place?" Nikki asks you, all you can do is shrug, you feel like you heart rate has gone up to 5000 BPM. She lets out a giggle, "Cmon! there has to be something."

"To be honest with you," you start, "I haven't really explored it, I've just been stuck up in my aunts old room reading things for school, snooping through her stuff, and when Leia is out or down here with you guys, I snoop through my dad's stuff since she's in his room."

Wow. That's the most you've ever talked to a person that isn't your family, you barely know this girl, but you want to tell her all of your deepest secrets.

"How about this? I'll tell Nate I have a study group tomorrow but instead I'm taking you out to tour the best spots in town." She offers.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Duh! You seem awesome, you just need to get a little out of your comfort zone." She checks her watch, "Oops, gotta run, I need to run to Nates to tell him about my study group, and he's my ride home."

She starts to run off but stops and turns back around, she grabs a pen off the side table and runs over to you, "Write your number on my hand so you'll know when to be ready tomorrow." And you do just that, but instead it's your grandparents house phone number.

-

You walk outside to find Nikki waiting for you in her car. You didn't tell your grandparents or Leia that you'd be going out today, it's not like they noticed you when you were home.

"Hey, good looking." She greets you,

"Hey." That's all you could muster out,

She starts by driving you to The Hub, the both of you go in and get an ice cream to share, and if you're being honest, it was the best ice cream you've ever had. Maybe it was because you were sharing it with someone that you felt genuinely comfortable with.

You both head out side back to her car, she starts driving you to the woods,

"Is this the part where you kill me?" You ask her, she laughs at your joke that you personally thought wasn't that funny, but hearing her laugh at somthing you said felt nice.

"Nope. I'm taking you to the famous water tower, don't fall down though, I don't want my family to get sued."

You smile and nod. You both hop out of the car; she grabs your hand to aid you to the direction of the tower. You feel your face lose feeling and your stomach drops, honestly, you've never felt this way before about a person, it was weird.

She starts to climb up the water tower and you follow her up the ladder when there's a comfortable distance.

"Isn't just a perfect view?" She asks you,

You're looking off into the distance, then you look over to her, "Yeah, it is."

You both sit there in comfortable silence, nothing could ruin this moment, you look over to her again after a few minutes, she's distracted by the wind causing the trees to move in a gorgeous motion. Then it hit you,

You've never had any interest in getting a boyfriend, Leia talked about it all the time, it always made you have nasty taste in your mouth.

Maybe boys didn't spark your interest because of girls were what you always wanted, you just never figured it out yet, if you're being honest, you always had a sort of crush on Jasmine while your sister was fawning over Aladdin.

Nikki was your Jasmine.

You quickly looked back towards the trees, hoping she didn't catch you staring.

-

"Are you going to go down today?" Your grandma asked you, you shook you head. She put her hand up to your forehead to check for a fever then kissed the top of your head, "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nodded.

She walked out of your "bedroom," leaving you to wallow in pity all by yourself. Was something wrong with your mindset or something? Why were you feeling this way, it felt wrong, but you knew that it was right and would make you happy in your mind.

The only problem was that Nikki probably didn't have this same "mindset," not only that, but she had a boyfriend. You didn't want to be a homewrecker, especially to someone you've grown so close to. You hated avoiding her and everyone else, but you didn't know what else to do.

This is not how you wanted to spend the last 2 weeks in Point Place, yet you knew you couldn't bring yourself to go down to that basement and look at her. Not that she was a bad person and spread a rumor about you, you just didn't think you could hide your feelings well in front of her and everyone else.

Your mom had called later that day, you guessed that your grandma told her, "I really hope you get better hun, that really sucks." You mumble a "Mhmm" into the phone as you stare off through the window, you catch a glimpse of Nikki and Nate leaving, your mom starts talking again you can't help but accidently tune her out.

His arm is around her waist, he's holding her close to him tightly. You couldn't help but wish that was you, she's laughing at him and pushing him away as he smothers kisses all over her face. Then she looks up to your window, you feel your heartbeat speed up and your stomach drop.

She smiles and waves at your window, you send a lazy wave back, she blows you a kiss before walking away with Nate over to his house.

"Y/N?" Your mom says, knocking you out of your trance, you were hoping that she wasn't doing that for a while, "Yeah, Sorry."

"I should let you go, you probably need some sleep."

You both exchange your goodbyes, and you hang up the phone, putting it back on the receiver.

You didn't know how long you could keep this going.

-

It was the last day of summer break, honestly it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Everyone is saying their goodbyes, mainly to Leia, you're just inspecting. Nikki comes up to you, "Can we talk?" Your face loses feeling while you nod, you feel like you're going to throw up.

She drags you behind your grandpa's garage, "I just want to let you know I had a great time this summer, hanging out with you though, may've been my favorite."

You smile, "Mine too, I'm sorry I was so distant, I was just figuring things out." You hated how this was most likely going to be the two of yours last interaction.

You don't really know what to say after that if you're being honest, she looks like she's examining you.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks you, you nod fast, this was your first kiss.

It was warm and it felt comforting in a way, it couldn't have been better. She pulls back, "Oh my God."

"What? I'm sorry." You instantly apologize,

"No. It's all good." She pulls out a pen and writes her number on your hand, "Call me."

You nod.

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OMGG this took literally forever, i hope you guys like it! Some of it is kind based on my struggle with identity, but instead of Jasmine it was Ursula, Mulan, Roxxane from the goofy movie.

[gingeraleluke]

𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x black!fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie and his girlfriend can’t seem to arrive at a birthday dinner without getting mobbed by fans.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: the whole birthday controversy (racism), reader has anxiety, some swearing, fluffy stuff, i made the reader a swiftie bc why tf not, talks about race

𝗔/𝗡: i hope that i did all of my black readers justice with this one, and that you all love it! this was a request from @phobiccniea <3

i tried my best to be as respectful as possible with this one considering the event that took place. i love you all so so much.

the pov for this one is all over the place, i’m sorry 😭

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“ugh, are we almost there? because, i’m not sure how much more taylor swift and olivia rodrigo, i can take.” luna looked back at you through the rear view mirror. her blonde ponytail was sleeked back and stayed in place, despite the wind that blew from the open window. her hoops were large enough that they would clash up against each other if her head wasn’t in the way.

“yes, we are— and what’s so bad about liv and tay?” you asked, amused at her annoyance. the whole car ride there, luna complained about how she didn’t have the aux cord. you would have given it to vinnie since it’s his birthday, but he insisted that he didn’t care about what you guys listened to.

“nothing! i don’t mind, but…. come on?! it’s the same few songs you play, every time!” luna and you had been best friends since the fourth grade. while you had your similarities, you were both also polar opposites. she had offered to give you and vinnie a ride to the birthday dinner that everyone was attending. she felt bad for not being able to attend it, having a late dentist appointment and all, so she felt obligated to give the two a ride.

“okay, and?!” your voice grew louder as your hand gripped the back of luna’s seat. you and vinnie sat in the back, not wanting to sit up front and instead be with the birthday boy, leaving luna alone up front. your long, pink to white ombré acrylics, dug into the leather of the seat as you perched yourself forwards.

“and?! how many times do i have to listen to evermore and willow? pick one, you can’t have both.” you gasped and held a hand up to your chest.

“girl, that’s fucked up of you to say… but since you asked, evermore stays.” a smile formed on your face as the car began to park.

“your dad and brother are there already, right?” your hand grabbed onto vinnie’s shoulder, comfortingly.

“mmhm, they just got in.” you muttered a ‘cool’ before unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing your sunglasses. the black leggings you wore, hugged your body just right and the oversized balenciaga hoodie that vinnie gave you, smelled just like him as your straightened hair draped over it. “alex said it’s mobbed with fans and photographers..”

suddenly becoming aware of the dilemma, you snapped your head back to look at him and shifted your body closer to his. he wore his snapback to hide his messy locks and he kept his eyes locked on his phone. “hey.” you lightly pushed his phone down so he would look at you. “are you sure you’re okay? we can just postpone this and go back home, i’m sure they’d understand—“

“no, y/n. it’s fine.” he rubbed his hand over his face as you heard the small clicking noise of his phone finally turning off. “it’s just… being called a racist and trending worldwide on my fucking birthday and then having to see paparazzi is just not something that i want to do..” he stated, materoffactly. vinnie had spent the past few hours scrolling through twitter. a video of him had resurfaced and people had claimed that he said a racial slur, when in reality, he was just thanking a fan named nikki for a sub. he knew he didn’t do anything wrong, but it still hurt him, and y/n could understand why.

“aight, listen, do you want me to do something?” you blurted, jumping into his lap so you balanced on his thigh. “seriously, vin. if you want me to say something i can—“

“no, baby, it’s not your problem to deal with, okay? i promise. just, don’t feel obligated to do something, because you aren’t, it’s my mess and you shouldn’t be getting dragged in it. i already tweeted about it, i’m just waiting for all of the stupidity to die down.” your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you looked at how adorable he was.

“i know.” you nodded, “i know, it’s just…. god, people can be so stupid and i’m so fucking pissed that they decided to pull some dumb shit like this on your birthday of all days!” vinnie looked up in adoration at you. “it’s ridiculous how jealous some people can be. because that’s what it is, vin. it’s jealousy. you did nothing wrong and if people wanna be stupid and claim that you’re a racist, when you clearly aren’t and they have literally no reason to think so, just let them— it’s nothing you did, vinnie, it’s just them wanting to make accusations. they look stupid as fuck. you’ve done nothing wrong, and this isn’t something that white people have any right to dismiss. it’s not their apology to accept.” you could tell that vinnie didn’t feel like talking, so you continued.

“i’m glad that they called you out on that, though. people of color need to hold white people accountable for their inadvertent racism. but, you didn’t say it and it was all a misunderstanding, so please don’t feel guilty. i know you aren’t that kind of person, babe.” you could tell that vinnie was close to tears. he hated the idea of hurting someone, and knowing that there were black fans out there who were hurting over what they thought he said, was breaking him apart.

“they’ll come around,” you caressed his cheek, “and if they don’t? fuck em, they’re missing out on such an amazing and caring person. they’re awful for making such a serious and inhumanizing claim in the first place. watch, next week they’ll say that you hate women and spit on fans.” vinnie let out a laugh. “i’m serious! they say whatever they can to get you cancelled— it’s like the obama calendar all over again!” your boyfriend was now in a laughing fit. the two of you sat like that, in silence for a brief moment.

“are you nervous that they’ll say anything to you?” he fiddled with your fingers.

“if they do, i’ll go off on them and set the record straight.” his smile grew bigger at your words.

all he could think was, god i love her.

“are you gonna be okay?”

“i think so.” he nodded, sitting up as you hopped off of him.

“okay, guys? i’m gonna miss my appointment if y’all don’t get the fuck out of my car.” luna warned.

you and vinnie laughed as you looked at him and grabbed his hand. “after this, we can go home and eat ice cream, okay? i promise. let’s go have fun, baby.”

he laced his pinky in yours.

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as the restaurant came into view, the two of you were immediately met with a few fans, wandering around with phones in their hands. as you looked down the walkway, you noticed people standing as if they were waiting for you guys to greet them.

oh boy.

vinnie held his phone in his hand and you wrapped an arm around him, protectively. you’d normally just hold his hand, but you could tell that he was still feeling down, so you rubbed his back with your fingers as you continued walking. feeling your feet start to wobble, vinnie could tell that your anxiety was kicking in. he whispered a small “i love you.” to help calm your nerves.

“hey, vinnie. can i have a picture with you?” a boy asked, following after you.

“yeah, sure.” vinnie stopped, and faked a smile as he leaned over the boys shoulder. you stood and watched before you began walking again. you didn’t get much farther, before another fan approached. this one was a little girl and was far more excited than the other was.

“oh my god— vinnie can i get a picture?!” she smiled at him and adverted her eyes towards you; giving you a dirty look.

“sure!“ while your boyfriend posed, you felt your heart drop, somewhat. she was only around twelve years old, so you didn’t hold it against you. y/n wrapped her hands around vinnie before breaking apart, yet again.

he stopped and took a photo with a paparazzi man as you felt yourself become agitated. he sent you a sorry glance, his features lit up from the photographers camera.

“vinnie, happy birthday, man.” you two shuffled awkwardly by him while he spoke. “thanks, i appreciate it.” you looked up, seeing a sincere look of gratitude on his face.

finally, someone acknowledged his birthday!

suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. flinching slightly, you looked down to see a short girl with long box braids, looking up at you.

“y/n?”

a smile formed on your lips, vinnie too preoccupied with the paparazzi to notice the girl. “yes?”

“hi!” her braces shown as she smiled.

“hi! how are you?”

“i’m great, wow. i um…you actually followed my fanpage a few days ago… it was uh— on instagram. it was an update page on you and vinnie—“

“OH! that?! that’s you?” the girl nodded ecstatically. “mmhmm.”

“wow, it’s an honor to meet you! i’m a huge fan of that page, give me a hug.” you engulfed the teenage girl in your arms. she smelled of sweet perfume and you held her hand as you broke the hug. y/n’s eyes fixated on the girls nails.

“oh my god, i love your nails!” unsure of what y/n would say, the girl stood there anxiously before checking her manicure herself. y/n played with her fingers, watching how the holographic rainbow pattern sparkled. “the rainbow is gorgeous! i need to get my nails done like that.”

“oh, thank you!” the sound of cars honking from across the street, drowned out her words. the group continued walking, y/n lightly placing her hand on the girls back so she wouldn’t get swept up in the crowd.

“did you want a picture with vinnie?” you asked.

“oh, yes, please! and you too!”

“of course!” you touched your boyfriend on the shoulder and he looked down at the girl. “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“kathy.”

the three of you posed for a photo before walking off and leaving the girl starstruck. you weren’t famous, and were barely an influencer, so when fans approached you, you were always excited. sure, they may just know you as vinnie’s girlfriend, but it’s better than dirty looks. speaking of dirty looks, you watched vinnie speak into a fans camera, a small group of girls your age huddled around him. a thin blonde girl pointed at your shoes, making another girl in the group laugh.

you looked down at your white and red nikes, your heart pounding as you gulped.

what the fuck is wrong with my shoes?

“y/n, vinnie! can i get a picture of you two together?” finally, you both reached the door and posed for a finale photo. you kissed him on the cheek, leaving some of your clear gloss stained on his skin. men with cameras began shouting questions about the controversy to vinnie, making you instinctively pull him away to see his friends at the entrance. jett greeted you two and trailed after vinnie.

meeting with bryce, kouvr and alex, you assumed that the coast was clear, until a fan shouted your name.

“y/n, your lashes are bomb!”

vinnie giggled as you replied with a swift, “thank you!”

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“dude, how many fucking hats is that?” jett asked, opening the restaurant door.

“i don’t know, like five?” vinnie laughed, lightly tipsy after being burned by his friends for not drinking on his birthday. you hadn’t planned on getting drunk, but here you were. vinnie held your hand and laughed at your stumbling feet. “fuck, i can’t trip infront of everyone!”

“alright, make a shield, guys!” vinnie motioned with his hands while liza and eamon walking ahead of you two, attempting to hide you from everyone.

“do i look okay?”

“duh!” vinnie smiled, kissing you on the neck as you exited outside.

“i’ve got hats! i’m a wearer of hats!” vinnie shouted, making you laugh like crazy. you held your head down, hiding behind liza’s body. the flicker of white flashes could be seen in your peripheral, but you couldn’t care less; too invested in how ridiculous your boyfriend was being.

speed walking, he swerved multiple fans and said small hello’s as jett rushed ahead of you. throwing vinnie his car keys, vinnie raised his hands in victory.

“finally, my car!” a hat flew off of his head, y/n leaning down to pick it up.

“wait, baby—“

“what?” placing the hat back on his head, he smiled at you. dropping down off of the sidewalk, you began to enter his car. “hold on, let me get it!” he opened the door for you and watched you sit.

“y/n! i love you!” you heard a fan shout.

“i love you more!” you yelled back, ducking down and into the car. a fan gave vinnie a gift as paparazzis started asking questions again.

“let me answer this one!” you poked his shoulder, pouting your lip out.

“okay, my girlfriend is gonna answer this question for me— you’re welcome.” he handed something back to a blonde girl and reclined his seat back so the man could talk to you.

“no, vinnie hasn’t been payed for the fight!”

“hell, yeah! goodnight, everyone!“ he rolled up his windows, feeling the grip of your hand on his leg. the two of you laughed; you laughing at absolutely nothing and vinnie laughing at how drunk you were. “see, this is why i only took two shots, i knew she’d get drunk.”

jett, liza and eamon all laughed at his words. the night sky peeked through y/n’s window as you buckled your seat. “oh, shut up birthday boy.” he flashed a toothy grin, backing out of the parking spot.

“now, it’s time for that ice cream.”

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@radioblah-blah @janesofia7 @aleksanderblack

[la-undercover-latina]

Sunglasses at Night

Summary: Stood up, Amber Lee goes to her godparents house and after a couple pep talks, a 80’s pop hit, and a game of keep away, she’s giggling and very happy with who her parents picked her godparents.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, being ghosted

The door slamming brought the Southern mom’s attention from the cookies that she had just shut the door on.

“Aunt Taylor?” She called and Ella came down the stairs, seeing her oldest cousin come inside. Nine year old Ella raised a brow.

“Amber? What are you doing here? Didn’t you have that date with that football jock tonight?” Taylor asked, crossing her arms.

“I thought so too. I waited at that damned restaurant for two hours before I noticed he was on AOL,” Amber growled, her eyes on the wine cabinet.

“Come here,” Taylor called, opening her arms for the young woman.

“I am sorry baby. But I don’t want you to become addicted to alcohol, baby. I’m gonna pull the godmomma card here. Amber Nicolette, look at me and you listen here good. I know you have had a shit night, but the cure shouldn’t be much more than a pint of ice cream. I know you’re growing up. But sweetie, I love you and I can’t let you ruin your life,” Taylor grasped Amber’s shoulders so the drummer would have to look her in the eyes. Blue-green eyes met now tearing up Hazel ones.

“I promise auntie,” Amber’s voice broke at her aunt’s words.

“Come here,” Taylor pulled Amber close to her. Amber leaned her head on her aunt’s shoulder, even though needing to bend so Taylor could put her hand on Amber’s head.

“It’s been so long since you called me auntie,” Taylor whispered. The last time she heard those words, Amber had sprained her ankle, and the words were spoken in agony while Nikki drove them to the hospital.

“I’ll always be your auntie. No matter if you’re 8 or 88. Don’t forget that,” Taylor told her, her own eyes filling with tears.

“Pipsqueak, I didn’t know you were coming. You mind coming into the studio for a sec. I want your opinion on some samples,” Nikki spoke with a smile, seeing his only godchild pressed to his wife. He’d ask Taylor later if Amber didn’t tell him.

“Ella, honey!”

“Yes mama?”

“Go get my tape player and my cassettes,” There was one thing that always made the Lee girl laugh and put in a better mood. While Ella turned to go find her mother’s tapes and tape player.

“There’s the little bastards,” Taylor smiled as she spotted her aviators on the coffee table.

“Got it mama,” Ella brought down the items and when she saw the sunglasses perched on her mom’s dirty blonde locks, she didn’t say a word before producing the cassette that her mom was looking for.

“You wanna get the ice cream or candy?” Taylor asked, and Ella smiled bittersweetly.

“I’ll get the ice cream,” Ella told her and the two walked to grab their items and set the table, with three spoons.

-

“Amber, I know you’re supposed to be doing something tonight. It was a date, wasn’t it? Was the guy a tool or something?” A murderous look filled his emerald orbs at the thought of someone mistreating Amber.

“He was a total tool, but not why you think. He never showed up,” Amber explained, tears filling her hazel orbs.

“I’m sorry munchkin. Guys suck, especially teenage boys. I hate to see you have to go through it. But I’m really afraid that this most likely won’t be the last time. Guys suck, but you’re fucking awesome! And I’m not just saying that because you’re my niece and godchild. You’re a great kid and you’ll find someone that realizes that as much as everyone does,” Nikki held a hand on her shoulder, before Amber pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you Uncle Nikki,”

“Of course kiddo. It’s my job,”

-

“What’s all this?” Amber asked, seeing the tape player before Ella pressed play and stood next to her mom, and that was when Amber noticed black shades covering their eyes.

Before the lyrics game, the mother-daughter duo bobbed their heads to the beat of the 80’s hit.

Once Corey Hart’s voice filled the living room, a smile spread across Amber’s pink lips.

When the chorus came around, both mother and daughter pointed to her and sang along, making a giggle leave Amber’s lips. By the second go around, Amber had started singing along and letting her head fall back while she danced with her aunt and cousin.

“It always worked. Even when you were a baby. Used to annoy your uncle that it wasn’t rock music that got you all giggly,” Taylor tickled Amber’s sides, causing the nine year old Ella to run up and start tickling the girl that she felt was the older sister that never had biologically.

“Oh you’re on Cupcake,” Amber got into a running stance and Ella recognized it and ran towards the coffee table. Which then led to a game of keep away with the two girls. That was before Jude came down and saw that his big sister needed his help, and even at seven, he knew that he and Ella stood a chance against Amber if it was 2 on 1.

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[lost-in-the-80s]

I Don’t Wanna Lose You

Pairing: Slash x (fem) reader

Words: 1,716k

Requested by: anon

Summary: It’s a Friday night and you and your boyfriend, Slash have a birthday party to attend. Everything is going as planned, that’s until he gets drunk, of course. (fluff)

A/N: I hope this was what you had in mind, honey. I got two different ideas for this, but chose to do this one ‘cause I thought would fit more your concept.       

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car​ @ladieswttda​ @teasid​ add yourself to my tag list :)

You were at your house getting ready, Saul, your boyfriend would pick you up soon.

It was Axl's birthday and the guys were excited about finally meeting you.

You and Saul were together for a few weeks now, a little bit more than a month, and he had been talking about you all the time.

You two met through a mutual friend, Rachel Bolan, who introduced you guys.

It was during one of his band's parties and you two spent the whole night talking, exchanging your numbers when you finally got tired and decided to head home.

You knew who he was, obviously, you had seen his band on MTV, and he had caught your attention right at the first moment you saw him playing his guitar.

He knew you too, you were a model, starting to become famous because of some big campaigns you had done in the past months. 

When he saw you for the first time, it was in a television campaign, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you, even though there were other models with you.

After that party, you two went on a formal date, having dinner and going to a Bon Jovi gig after.

You two became inseparable after that, going out on dates every weekend and talking through the phone every day.

Then, Axl's birthday party arrived, and he decided that it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to his bandmates.

You decided to wear a short satin white dress with some silver high heels. 

You put on a simple makeup and applied some perfume, checking yourself in the mirror and liking the result.

You looked at your living room clock. 7:56 pm. He should be here soon. Sitting on your yellow couch, you played with your kitten's ears while waiting for him.

Suddenly you heard the house bell ringing. Getting up and stretching your dress, you walked towards the door, opening it slowly.

"Hi!" You smiled, seeing how handsome he was in his leather jacket and jeans.

"Hey, gorgeous!" He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

"You look stunning tonight!" He touched your hand and lifted it, motioning for you to make a spin, so he could see you better.

You chuckled a little. "You look great, baby." 

He gave you one more kiss, this time a slower one. "Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

You said goodbye to your cat, closing and locking your front door, before walking with Saul to his car.

He drove for almost half an hour before you two got to Axl's mansion. It was huge and all its walls were painted white.

You locked your arm with Saul's, while you walked through the garden. 

Once inside that blasting music took a hold of your ears. People from all over the house showed up to say Hi to Slash. He introduced you to all of them, always saying: "This is Y/N! My girlfriend!" Or "This is my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N!"

He looked so proud to be with you that you felt your love for him grow even more.

Love was a strong word. And it hadn't been said yet, but you knew you felt it. 

You knew it, because every time he touched you, it was as if the world had stopped, and every time he called your name, it sounded like music. He was your first and last thought every day and you felt so glad that you met him. 

But you hadn't said you loved him, and probably wouldn't, for now at least. It was still early and you were afraid that he would get scared by the gesture and would leave you. 

The night went by, he introduced you to his bandmates and you really liked them. They were all nice to you, and introduced you to their girlfriends, making you feel yourself at home.

After a while you two parted ways, Saul went on with his friends, while you sat at the living room couch with Axl's girlfriend.

"Seriously, you're the only thing he's been talking about lately." She told you, taking a sip of her beer.

"I can't judge him, I think I do the same thing all day too." You chuckled.

"You really love him, don't you?"

"Yeah! I do!"

"I can see, there's a sparkle in your eyes when you're talking about him!" She smiled at you.

You chuckled, feeling your cheeks burn. 

"Speaking about, have you seen him?"

"Not really, I think he's in the backyard with Ax."

"I think I'll look for him."

"Okay! Call me sometime so we can go shopping together!"

"Will do!"

You started walking through the crowd of people, everybody dancing, laughing and singing.

Spotting Duff with his girlfriend at the stairs, you got closer.

"Hey Duff, where's the backyard?"

He pointed to the kitchen direction, without parting his lips from hers. 

"Thank you!"

He gave you a thumbs up.

Walking towards the kitchen you saw no other than Nikki Sixx himself. You were a huge fan, Motlëy Crüe was one of your favorite bands, so you decided to say Hi. 

"Hi! Mr. Sixx? I'm Y/N Y/L/N!" You extended your hand for him to shake.

He looked at you and changed his posture, leaning against the kitchen's counter and shaking your hand.

"Call me Nikki!" He shouted over the music.

"I love your band! You guys are awesome!"

"Oh really, I'm glad to know that such a beautiful chick like you, likes us."

You felt your cheeks burn and giggled a little, putting a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I have all your records, and got a tattoo!" You showed him the back part of your arm, where you had Motlëy's Girls Girls Girls logo on. 

"Fucking nice!" He said touching your arm slightly. 

You smiled at him.

"Are you here alone?" He asked.

"No. I'm with my boyfriend, actually."

"Hmm. He isn't very smart then, to let a girl like you alone here." He took a step closer.

"He doesn't have a reason to be worried." You replied stated, not liking the turn this conversation was taking.

You didn't notice that Slash had entered the kitchen, looking for you. He saw you and Nikki talking, you laughing at him, he getting closer to you, and his blood boiled.

"Are you sure?" Nikki took a step closer to you, his body almost pressed against yours. "He's not here now, and I can think about something very fun for us to do."

Before you could dismiss him, Saul arrived, circling your waist with his arm. 

"Leave the girl alone, man!" He was drunk, you could tell by his voice.

"She doesn't seem to mind my company, bro."

Everyone around you stopped, even the music got quieter, everybody wanting to see the fight that was about to come.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl, Sixx!" He gritted his teeth.

"Oh, so you're the famous boyfriend? I think you don't really like her, since you left her all alone here."

That was it, Saul lost his temper and shoved Nikki with all his strength. 

"I said: Stay away from my fucking girlfriend, Sixx!"

"Oh yeah? Or you gonna do what?"

Saul closed his fists, his knuckles getting white because of the strength.

You touched his shoulder, but he didn't seem to feel your touch. You got worried. What would you do if they started punching each other?

At that moment, Duff showed up. Saving the party. 

"Wow, wow, wow, guys! Let's calm down ok?" He positioned himself in the middle or both men, towering over them.

"This is clearly a misunderstanding, let's have a drink and calm ourselves huh?" 

They didn't seem to calm down.

"Come on guys, this is a fucking party! Let's not fuck this up alright!?"

Then, Tommy Lee showed up, grabbing Nikki's arm and pulling him away.

You got closer to Saul's ears and whispered. "Please, baby. Calm down!" 

Your words seem to affect him, as he let go of a long breath and opened his hands again. 

Everyone went back to the party, dancing and laughing again. 

You grabbed Slash's hands, pulling him towards an open bedroom, closing the door once you were both inside. 

"What the fuck was that?" It was your turn to get angry.

"I should be the one asking you! Why were you flirting with him?"

He had sobered up by now, the adrenaline affecting his body. 

"I wasn't! I told him I had a boyfriend! And I could have handled that without making a scene if you hadn't shown up!"

"Bullshit!"

"Why did you make such a scene? I thought you guys were friends!"

"Friends don't flirt with your girlfriend!"

"He didn't even know I was your girlfriend, you didn't give me a chance to solve the shit!"

He ran his hands through his hair, groaning with annoyance.

"You looked like a fucking asshole out there! We could have dealt with that in a much calmer way!" You kept complaining.

"An asshole!? I looked like an asshole!? Well, I'm sorry if I get pissed when I see someone flirting with the woman I love!" 

You froze. "Wait, what?"

"I fucking hate it. It looks like I mean nothing to you!"

"No. The other thing. You said you love me."

"I fucking do Y/N! I love you! And I see the way men look at you, and it lets me fucking crazy!"

You walked closer to him, cupping his face. "Hey! Calm down, baby!” He looked in your eyes, getting calmer “I love you too!"

He frowned.

"I don't care about how they look at me, because you're the only one I love!”

He let go of a long breath. "You do?"

"Yes, Saul! I love you!" 

He hugged you, getting calmer. "I'm sorry. It's just that… you're fucking perfect, you know? And I don't wanna lose you!"

"You're not going to lose me, silly! I'm staying with you until you get bored with me." You pecked his lips. 

"Then I guess you'll be staying with me forever."

"I don't see a problem with that." You put your hands on the back of his neck. 

He grinned, involving you in a passionate kiss that stole your breath away.

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Sleigh Ride | Roger Taylor

Pairing: Roger Taylor/Ben! Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2,328

Warnings: So much fluff you may actually die

Summary: Roger is determined to find the perfect gift for his fiancé for Christmas

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A/N: Feeling a bit of the Christmas blues being away from my family this year, so wrote this little bit to cheer myself and anyone who couldn’t be with their families this year due to covid up. Happy Christmas everyone! ~Nikki❤️

It was nearing the holiday season which meant one thing for Roger, trying to find the present that would absolutely blow his previous year’s gift to his fiancé out of the water. “I just don’t know what to get her.” Roger complained to Freddie at the studio at the end of November as the band worked to put the few last-minute polishes on their latest creation A Day at the Races. Roger, though normally focused on their music when he was at the studio, had just come back from a tea break where his annual ponder for the world’s greatest gift began to rattle in his skull.

“Honestly Rog, I don’t know why you’re freaking out about it already. It’s a bit early to be thinking about such things.” Freddie brushed him off ever so slightly as he tried to listen to the track he and the drummer had been working on as they waited for John to return from his smoke break and Brian to come back from the canteen with his coffee.

“First of all, I’m not freaking out, merely starting to consider the possibilities.” Roger stopped the singer, rolling his ocean blue orbs at him. “And second of all, have you seen her? She’s absolutely perfect…she deserves nothing less than that on Christmas.” Roger smiled as he drifted off into thoughts about his (Y/N). He had been smitten with her from day one, something that was very unusual for the rock star drummer. He wasn’t sure what it was that had drawn him to her, but by the time he had figured it out, he was already wrapped around her finger. And what a finger it was, absolutely perfect, just like the rest of her was. He could get lost in her sparkling, smiling, (E/C) orbs for hours. He’d never get tired of the feeling of running his fingers through her (H/L) (H/C) locks. Just the sound of her voice alone was enough to drive the drummer absolutely giddy with love. That’s why only a year and a half into their relationship, Roger knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with (F/N) (L/N). “I just…I need her to know how much I care about her…”

“Well, someone’s certainly being a good ole fashioned lover boy.” The singer teased, quoting the name of one of his own additions to the album.

“That’s exactly my problem.”

“I just don’t think you’re looking at the big picture here, Rog.” Freddie quipped as Briand and John entered the studio.

“What did we miss now?” John asked as he took a seat on the couch as Brian took up residency in their sound engineer’s abandoned swivel chair.

“Just discussing Roger’s holiday plans.” Freddie shrugged turning back to the board.

“Thinking about that already, are we?” Brian raised a curious brow. “Bit early don’t you think?”

“My thought’s exactly.” Freddie agreed with the guitarist.

“When I want your opinions on the matter, I’ll ask for them.” The drummer groaned.

“Well, I don’t think it’s too early.” John shrugged as he picked up a nearby newspaper.

“Finally, somebody with common sense around here.” Roger breathed moving to sit next to the bassist on the couch.

“Well to be fair, I do have a son to worry about now, just easier to think about these things earlier.” The bassist chuckled.

“Surely you must’ve given some thought as to what you’re going to get Ronnie already though.”

“Indeed, I have.” John smiled brightly. “I’ve planned a trip for the three of us to take over the holiday. Material things are great and all, but Robert’s only going to be small once so we want to take every opportunity, we can to make memories with him.”

“Such a sentimentalist as always, John.” Brian teased gently as the guitarist, bassist, and lead singer went back to discussing the album and if they were ready to put it out yet or if there were still changes to be made.

Roger on the other hand, the little hamster on that ran on the wheel in his brain was running just the tiniest bit faster. Maybe Freddie was right, he wasn’t looking at the big picture here. And John was right too, material things were great, but there was as much sentiment to them at the best of times as something they could experience. Roger smirked as he hatched a most brilliant idea. Well, in all actuality, the idea wasn’t new, it had been something that the drummer had been wanting to do for quite some time now, but just hadn’t gotten around to doing yet with how busy Queen had been. “Even though I reckon I already know what his answer will be, we’re still at liberty to ask. Roger, what do you think?” Freddie asked, assuming that the drummer had been listening that whole time instead of being off in his dream world of a holiday still five weeks off.

“I think John has given me the perfect solution to my problem. Thanks mate.”

“Anytime.” John nodded with a grin.

“Great, now that our Christmas plans are all hashed out, can we get back to the album now?” Brian complained.

Roger set out to putting his brilliant plan into motion the very next morning, making various phone calls and getting everything sorted. So, when 21 December came around and the band was off for the rest of the year on a well-earned break after the release of the album and a very quick pre-Christmas press tour, the drummer was all set. The blonde flopped himself down on the sofa in his flat next to his fiancé as she watched one of his episodes of Pop Quiz on the television. She glanced over at the drummer who gave her a goofy love-struck grin. “What’s got you so smiley?” She giggled at his giddiness.

“You.” He grinned. “And the amazing Christmas gift I’ve got for you.”

(Y/N) let out a soft laugh at the mention of this. “Rog, Christmas is still another four days off.”

“I know.” He shrugged looking at the television.

“Then why bring it up? Unless you want me to snoop around for whatever this fantastic gift is.”

“Because…”

“Because…?”

“Because, before I can give it to you, we have to go somewhere.” Roger turned to look at her, his ocean blue orbs smiling with holiday cheer.

“Go? Where?” She asked with a raised brow. “I thought your parents were coming up to spend Christmas here in London with us.”

“Slight change in plans, love.” He smirked gently kissing her cheek before standing. “We’re heading to the airport tomorrow at 10 for our flight.”

“Wait what?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes wide in shock. What on earth could the drummer possibly have planned that they had to go somewhere by plane. “Where are we going?”

“It’ll ruin the surprise if I tell you.” He winked heading for the kitchen to fix himself a snack.

“And how will I know what to pack for this trip.”

“Already taken care of and sent on ahead for us.” Roger smiled, absolutely bubbling over with excitement and happiness for what was to come. “All I need is you. Think you can handle that much?”

“Well, it’s a lot to keep track of, but I suppose I’ll be able to manage.” She winked cheekily. So, the next day, (Y/N) found herself situated comfortably in first class, sipping on mimosas on the plane with the drummer as they were en-route to their destination. “You spoil me Rog.” She giggled softly as they were handed their third round of drinks.

The drummer chuckled softly to himself, nodding his thanks to the stewardess as he placed his arm around his fiancé, pulling her close. “Nothing’s too good for my best girl.” He smiled warmly.

“You’re going to ruin me for any other man.”

“Good, then my plan to keep you all for myself is working.” He winked before pointing at the ring on her left hand he had given her before Queen had left for their summer tour that year. “As if that didn’t solidify your commitment to me enough.”

“Overprotective much.” She giggled gently kissing his cheek.

“You say that like you’re surprised.” He smirked before turning to kiss her properly. “Getting excited for you gift?”

“Why won’t you just tell me where we’re going already?” She pleaded to the drummer with her best puppy-dog eyes.

Roger’s gaze hardened as he cocked an eyebrow at her, a grin spreading across his features. “Nice try love, but I’ve been working on this for too long to spoil the surprise now.”

“Just how long have you been working on this, just out of curiosity.”

“About a month now, but I wanted everything to be perfect…just like you.”

“I’m far from perfect Rog.” She tried to wave him off taking a sip of her drink.

The drummer captured her chin between with pointer finger and thumb before turning her gaze to face him. “You’ve always been perfect to me…” She smiled brightly leaning in to place a tender kiss to Roger’s lips. He smiled happily into the kiss, kissing her back with just as soft a touch, much different from his usual passion driven, sex fuelled, desperately hungry kisses. This was going to be one of the rare occasions where the drummer was going to allow the world to see the hopeless romantic that lived within the bad boy of Queen. He was never anything but sweet and tender toward (Y/N) and being the public eye for this gift was not going to change any of the way he felt about her. She never deserved anything less. Somehow Roger managed to get her off the plane and into their waiting car without her knowing much else other than the fact that they were, indeed in Switzerland. That much would’ve been difficult to keep from her given the signs in the airport. “Not much longer now, love.” He smiled softly at the girl, leaning over to plant another kiss on her lips. “Getting excited? I know I am.”

“Beyond that.” She smiled at the drummer.

A shit eating grin stretched from ear to ear across Roger’s features. “How excited…?” He whispered suggestively into her ear.

“Not that excited, you perv.” She rolled her eyes playfully, lightly swatting the drummer on his chest. “You can wait until later.”

“If I can last that long.” He winked making (Y/N) giggle softly. He smiled adoringly at her; god was he in love with her.

A while later, after winding around the remote mountain roads, glistening brightly in the silvery winter landscape, the car pulled up outside of big, fancy, remote ski lodge. The drummer grinned expectantly at the female next to him, watching as her eyes went wide with surprise. “You didn’t….” She smiled brightly at the drummer. “Roger…” She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

Roger wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and pulled her into a tight hug, nuzzling his head into her (H/C) locks before placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Happy Christmas my sweet.” The pair walked into the resort and checked in while their driver sorted out their luggage for them. “And now for the second surprise.” Roger smiled brightly leading them outside to where an open sleigh with two white horses stood waiting to take them to their cabin.

(Y/N) felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her heart fluttered with love and joy for the drummer standing next to her. “You are such a romantic…I swear you’re going to be the death of me one day.”

Roger chuckled softly before offering his arm to the woman beside him. “M’lady?” He muttered in his best posh voice.

“Why thank you kind sir.” She giggled curtsying before accepting his arm.

He helped her across the way to the sleigh before helping her up into it, climbing in himself after. He pulled a big fluffy blanket over them before pulling her close into his body. “Warm enough?”

“Always when I’m with you.” She smiled up at him which Roger returned.

“Now who’s the romantic.” He chuckled gently rubbing his nose against hers in a skimo kiss before they set off through the wintery wilderness to their cabin for the next week.

(Y/N) couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect than what the drummer had put together for them. The open sleigh was at their beck and call whenever they wanted, allowing for many a ride through the gorgeous mountain landscape. They spent the majority of their days skiing on the many slopes the resort had set up. He was the James Bond to her Tracy Draco in the regard sometimes they liked to mess around and pretend they were being chased by bad guys like the couple had been in ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’. After a few trips up and down the mountain they would sit in the lodge together and warm up tucked into each other’s embrace by the fire while sipping on mulled wine before heading back out for the rest of the day. The nights were always her favourite time, however. They were spent wrapped in each other’s embrace in front of a warm fire under a fluffy blanket while they happily enjoyed a cup of Horlicks.

“(Y/N)…?” He broke the comfortable, relaxed silence that had fallen between their second night in the cabin. She hummed in response as she laid happily and sleepily atop the drummer’s chest under a big fuzzy blanket as the fire steadily died within the hearth. “Are you happy, love?”

She turned her sparkling, smiling (E/C) gaze up to meet the ocean blue orbs of the drummer. “You always make me happy Rog.” She smiled leaning up to gently place a kiss to his lips. “What made you think of something like this?”

The drummer chuckled softly, darting his eyes away from hers suddenly a bit shy. “Truth be told, it’s always been a dream of mine to take a girl to a really out-of-the-way mountain resort, just the two of us. Where we could stay in a log cabin, tucked away high up in the snow, ride around in a big open sleigh with two big white horses pulling us along, and at night cuddle in front of the fire with some Horlicks.”

She smiled brightly at the drummer nuzzling her head into his chest. “And…has this experience been everything you had hoped for Mr. Taylor…?”

“No.” Roger chuckled softly as her head darted upward, a slight sadness sparking in her eyes. The drummer gently ran one of his calloused hands through her soft (H/C) locks. “Oh love, don’t look so upset.” He smiled tenderly at her. “This whole experience has been better than anything I could’ve ever hoped for.” (Y/N) visibly relaxed as she leaned into his touch. “And you want to know why?”

“Why…?” She breathed out as she smiled up at him once again.

“Because I had never imagined someone like you as the woman I’d be sharing this experience with.” He grinned ear to ear down at her. “You make this whole experience better than anything I could’ve ever hoped for.” He took her hand in his and played with the ring on her left hand. “You make me live….”

“How poetic, quoting John’s song like that.” She teased him gently.

Roger playfully rolled his eyes, pulling (Y/N) further up his chest, gently kissing the top of her head. “I love you…” He whispered gently to her.

Christmas had been no exception to Roger’s hopeless romantic acts of affection. He woke her up in the sweetest way possible, gently peppering kisses across her collar bone. Majority of the morning had been spent in bed before enjoying a sleigh ride back toward the lodge and a big frozen lake they skated on before hitting the slopes again. As usual, they warmed up in the lodge in the late afternoon before heading back to their cabin where, like the days before, the drummer lit a fire before going off to make them another batch of Horlicks like he did every night. “Here we are.” He smiled walking up to the couch she had been curled up on before setting the mugs on the coffee table before them. (Y/N) pulled the blanket back, allowing the drummer to plop down next to her before covering them both up again. As Roger was situating himself on the couch, he turned back to look at his fiancé to see a small, beautifully wrapped parcel sitting on her lap she had strategically hidden, waiting for his arrival. “Oh, love, don’t upstage me like this, I was going to give you your gift tomorrow.”

“The trip wasn’t already enough?” She giggled softly gently pecking his cheek.

“Definitely not, like I said, nothing but the best for my best girl. In any case maybe we should wait on that, Christmas is tomorrow.”

“I know. I have a little something for you tomorrow too…” (Y/N) smiled sheepishly as she placed the present on his lap. “But you’ve made this week so amazing for me so far I just…I wanted you to have this tonight.” She smiled.

Roger smiled brightly pulling her into a sweet, tender kiss. “Thank you, love.” He smiled before he pulled off the wrapping paper. “Oh…(Y/N)…” He smiled, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him as he opened a small box to reveal one of the newest Rolex’s. He pulled it out of the box looking over the intricately carved watch face and leather band before turning to his fiancé. “I love it…thank you…” He pulled her into a tight hug.

“Flip it over.” She smiled at him prompting the drummer to pull back and look at the underside of the watch where an engraving was etched into the metal.

“‘To count each second you’ve stolen my heart…yours forever and always, (Y/N)’.” He read aloud, his heart running over with love for (Y/N). He smiled softly, feeling tears of love and joy pricking at the corners of his eyes as he blinked them back before putting the watch on. He pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her softly but with all the passion and desire of a thousand suns. “What did I ever do to deserve a woman like you…?” He asked her, his breath dancing along her lips as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you Roger.” She smiled rubbing her nose against his as he had done in the sleigh the other day.

“I love you too, (Y/N)…” He grinned back at her before leaning forward to grab their mugs of Horlicks before pulling her in close once again as they cuddled in front of the roaring fire, the flames now made stronger with the burning love and desire they felt for one another. As he always did in their relationship, Roger had gone above and beyond the call of duty. He was the male version of Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way. “Happy Christmas, my sweet.” He nuzzled his head into hers holding her tightly against him.

“Happy Christmas, Rog…” She smiled. If this was a snapshot into what the rest of their lives would be after tying the knot in a few months’ time, then this was the first of many spectacular Taylor Christmas’ to come.

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Mrs. Evans

Chapter 14 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t uploaded anything new in the last week or so but I have about 6 drafts on Wattpad waiting to be transferred over. I’m hoping this chapter has been worth the wait for you guys! Thanks for being patience with me! I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know! I hate to annoy people with tags.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & NSFW

Word Count: 2062

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

5 Weeks later

Laila is just finishing her last client of the day when her phone PINGS.

She shook her head.

Ever since that night he had picked her up from Nikki's he will not let her walk home in the evenings by herself. No matter how many times she had told him that she was fine with walking home, he'd be outside the shop waiting for her to finish at the end of her shift.

15 Minutes later

"Laila, your boyfriend is here!" Daniel calls over "OK, I'm just finishing up Mrs. Evans" she smiles up at her in the mirror.

Mrs. Evans has been one of Laila loyal clients, when she has move salons Mrs. Evans has always followed. She has to get 2 buses to get to this salon, Laila has offered to do her hair at home, but she says she likes coming to the salon as it gets her out of the house. Even though she shouldn't, Laila always charges her less than the salons prices, but unbeknownst to Mrs. Evans Laila makes up the difference through her tips.

"I'll finally get to meet this boyfriend of yours, Laila" she whispers, Mrs. Evans has a glint in her eyes "Hang on a minute! Is that why you asked for a late appointment? I've told you that he walks me home, haven't I!?" Mrs. Evans giggles "Mrs. Evans! That is sneaky!" she narrows her eyes at her with a smirk "Laila, How many times do I have to tell you it's Ivie!" Laila leans in and whispers "I know but my boss says it's unprofessional to call clients by their first names" Ivie huffs.

"Right, all done!" she gets up from the seat and hands Laila some money "There's a little extra in there to take this boyfriend for a drink" she whispers, Laila tuts "You didn't have to do that!" she isn't having any of it "Now where is he?" Laila walks her to the reception desk.

Daniel knows the drill to take the money from Laila once she has gone.

He's sat down when he saw her, his face lights up. He gets up from his seat "Mrs. Evans..I mean Ivie, this is my boyfriend Harry Taylor..Harry this is my client of..." it takes her a moment to think "11 years Mrs. Ivie Evans" he offers her his hand and a bright smile, "It's a pleasure Mrs. Evans" she smiles at him "Oh please call me Ivie. Nice to meet you Harry!" she shook his hand "Isn't he handsome Laila! He has dimples too, they say you will never be without a girlfriend if you have dimples!" Harry chuckles "Well thank you, Ivie! I bet you have broken a few hearts in your time"

Ivie blushes "I like him, Laila!" they are interrupted by the sound of a car horn "Oh, that will be my grandson! He's giving me a lift home, Laila can you book me in for 8 weeks time just text me a time. It was nice meeting you Harry, you better take care of her or I'll be after you!" Laila hides a laugh "Don't worry I will. Nice to meet you to Ivie" Harry tells her as she leaves the shop she waves over to Laila.

Once she is out of sight Laila hands Daniel the money Ivie had given her "She's paid £15?" Daniel asks "She said she put some money in there for me to get my boyfriend a drink" Laila says as she empties her tip jar and hands Daniel the extra fiver "I don't know why you don't just ask her to pay the extra tenner" Daniel shook his head "Because I've been doing her hair for years and she's a pensioner"

Harry looks at her confused "Laila, only charges Mrs. Evans £10 for haircut and makes up the difference through her tips" Daniel tells him "Ten pounds difference right?" Harry asks, pulling out his wallet and sticking a tenner in Laila tip jar "Harry!" she pulls it out and hands it back to him, he holds up his hands refusing to take it back "Harry! You can't do that!"

He shrugs his shoulders "I just did and I didn't know about the tip system last time, so call it a late tip!" She huffs "Plus, she did say to you to get your boyfriend a drink!" He winks "Fine!" She pockets Harry's tip and the rest of the jar.

She helps Daniel lock up before leaving for the day, Harry links his fingers through hers "How long have you been doing that for Ivie?" Harry asks her as they walk home "Since I moved to this salon! My other boss didn't mind, but Dave wasn't having any of it" Harry smiles at her "You know you are terribly sweet and soft! But it's also super adorable!" she rolled her eyes at him.

After Poppy told him five weeks ago about Laila's birthday, he confirmed it with Alec that it was in 6 weeks on 5th August. She will be 31, Rem had given him a few present ideas all of them, he knew she would gone nuts, it had to be something sentimental. It took him a few days, but he came up with the perfect gift for her.

~*~*~*~

A couple of days later

Harry stayed at Laila's for the night, as it was her birthday the next day. Her parents were having a do at theirs, they had invited Harry's family, but his parents were on holiday in Rome. Rose offered to for them to flight back, but Harry told them it was fine. Surprisingly Colin suggested they would take the couple out for a meal when they got back to have belated birthday celebrations.

Once Laila fell asleep, Harry managed to sneak down to his car and decorate the flat with balloons, party streamers and banners. He popped the flowers he had bought in a vase with her card, present and small birthday cake in front of the bouquet.

He crept back into bed.

The next morning he woke before her, she was laying on her side with her back towards him. He pulled her towards his chest, she began to stir, he had an idea. His lips kissed just below her ear, his hand slips into her underwear and moves to part her folds "Hmmm..." she hums. He brushes against her clit, her breathing becomes heavy.

His muscular frame surrounded her, he pulls the straps of her top down replacing them with kisses. He only has to stroke over her a couple times before her centre is soaked "Hmm....what a way to be woken up!" He smirks against her shoulder, his lips press against her ear "Happy birthday gorgeous!"

He places a small kiss against her pulse line as 2 fingers enter her, he watches her bite her lip, she pushes the curves of her arse against him and she begins to grind her curves against his crotch. He backs away "Ah ah! Today is about you!"

She huffs, he wants her just as much but today is about her. His pace quickens, her hand reaches up behind her and clutches his hair. She throbs with pleasure, a hot frenzy threads through her body to her core and as he enters another finger inside her while his thumb press onto her clit. Her eyes drift shut as she bucked her hips, legs begin to shake as he curled his long digit inside her and stroked all the right places.

She's barely holding back, the edge in near and she is more than ready to fall over it. Her clutch on his hair tightens as she hits her climax, calling out his name but before she's down from her high, he flips her onto her back, pulls off her underwear and his lips are against her apex. His tongue parts her fold "Harry, wha...what are you doing?" She feels him smirk against her core, he lifts his head a little to look up at her "Making you come in every way possible!" she doesn't get to reply before his mouth is back against her centre.

A little later

Both spent, trying to catch their breath, they collapse back against the mattress. Her head rests on his rising chest "That was one way to wake me up!" he chuckles "Get your pajamas on, I have another surprise for you," she reaches for her underwear and she grabs his t-shirt pulling over herself. "I'm going to have to cover your eyes for this part" He moves behind her, in just his boxers. His hands, cover her eyes, he guilds her into the living room he decorated the night before.

He removes his hands, her eyes refocus as she looks around the room "Wow! This is lovely!" she turns and captures his lips, he smirks "That's not all!" he points over to the dining room table, where her presents are. "You didn't have to get me anything!" he chuckles "I wanted to" she walks over and opens her card. The front reads *Happy birthday to my beautiful girlfriend*

"Open the smaller present first," he tells her, she opens the smaller one. It's a small compact mirror, she looks at him confused, he flips it over and in permanent marker it says *Your dare is to get a kiss from who you think is the most attractive person in the room* she laughs remembering this was his dare he had asked her to help him with at the stag weekend. She pulls his lips to hers, he smirks against them "At least this time you didn't tell me to kiss my own reflection" they both laugh.

"Open the other one!" she turns to the last present, she opens the box inside is a silver locket "Harry...It's...beautiful!" he smiles "Just like the one your Great Nan had?" she takes a closer look, its very simpler "It is!?" he smirks "After you told me how much you loved it. I asked Remy to get a photo of it from your parents, but that's not all look inside and check out the back of it" she flips it over.

Engraved on the back are the words and the date she asked him to be her boyfriend *I love you x 12/06/20* she opens it up and the photo is the one he took of them together on top o2 arena. She rushes him, her arms wrap round him "Thank you so much! Honestly the best present ever!" he's glad she likes it "You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. You go and get in the shower and I'll cook us up some breakfast" she places a soft kiss against his lips and makes her way towards the bedroom.

Her phone is vibrating against the bedside table, she swipes the screen, she laughs as she shook her head at her friends.

After her shower, Harry serves up her breakfast waffles and fruit, he even lights a candle on the birthday cake "What did you wish for?" he asks "A new boyfriend," she teases him, but soon regrets it when he begins to tickle her "Ahh!" she screams "What did you say, Laila?" he loves hearing her laugh "OK, I was joking! The only boyfriend I want is you" he stops "Good! The feeling is mutual, Princess"

Laila meets Nikki outside her work "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Nikki screeched at her before wrapping her arms around her friend, "Thank you! But I can't breathe" Nikki loosens her grip "What did Harry get you?" Laila lifts her locket to show her "Oh wow! Laila! That's gorgeous!" they head in for their appointment with Daniel.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 15.

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Thanks for the tag, Jax, Alessia, Riley, Madison, Tori, and Penny!! @glambby @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands @mckagan @oxymarine @savage-sunshine @michael-sheen-love-of-my-life

1. Why did you choose your url?

My old one was for a fandom I've never posted about, so I decided to pick one that reflects who I am. I'm an emo metalhead! Simple as that!!

2. Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them.

I don't have any. It seems like too much work, and I don't mind just posting all of my interests on one blog. There's no theme here.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

I made this blog in 2019, but didn't regularly use it until like the end of that year or maybe early 2020.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Nope!! I don't like the queue, and I never use it, so no need for a tag.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I saw a bunch of gay Tumblr post screenshots on Instagram and Pinterest. Tumblr seemed like a safe place to be open about my identity.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It combines two of the main interests of this blog!! Taylor and Nikki!! I'm a major Swiftie, so any icon I ever have here will 100% be her. This blog is dedicated to 80s bands in part, so having a pic of Nikki Sixx with Taylor just combines my interests so well!! Also I made the background pink because I love the color, and my prior icon was pink, so I wanted to stay consistent.

7. Why did you choose your header?

When I was still pretty new to the Guns N' Roses fandom, I fell in love with that picture!! I love their glam looks!! I edited the background pink to match my header. Like my icon, my header shows one of the main artists I post about!!

8. What's your post with the most notes?

I'm pretty sure it's my Twenty Øne Piløts post about what FPE has stood for in the last 3 eras. For sure that was my first post to break 300 notes, even if it's not currently my top note post. Seems on brand for me as a person, but definitely odd in terms of this blog lol.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Almost everyone I follow is a mutual. I did go through and count, but since the number is so close to how many I'm following, I don't want to say.

10. How many followers do you have?

Last time I checked it was nunya.

11. How many people do you follow?

Yeah, definitely nunya business.

I don't really feel the need to disclose that. I really like that Tumblr hides that info. I will say that I only follow about 1/5 of the number of followers I have though.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Of course lol!! I think everything under #ashleyovershares and #ashleymakescontent counts lol

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

Probably too much lol

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

I've never actually had an argument with anyone here!! I don't like getting involved in drama. There's definitely some people I've considered starting arguments with, but I didn't because it wouldn't be productive.

15. How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I HATE THEM!! Stop trying to guilt people!! Even if it's something I would want to reblog, I'll scroll out of spite.

16. Do you like tag games?

I love them!!!! Thank you to everyone who has ever tagged me in one!!!!!

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes!!! They're so much fun!!! I love getting to talk to people through ask games!!!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

@born-to-lose @glambby and @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands all posted their follower counts for this game, and those numbers are definitely high enough for me to consider them Tumblr famous. I'll also add @witchy-tombstone-smile to the list.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope!!

20. Tags:

@losers-yurio @bad-seamstress-blues @no-fxn-club @witchy-tombstone-smile and anyone else that wants to!!

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I Forgot That You Existed : Chapter Seven

A/N: Chapter seven is here. An emotional roller coaster this took me some time. Hope you like this chapter. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Tom Holland × Singer reader 

Summary : It's been more than five years since you and Tom have gone their own ways after a heartbreaking breakup which had left both of you shattered. Both of you thought that you were finally over with each other and were happy in your respective lives until you meet again at a reunion trip planned by your best friend and you realize you are still not done with each other.

Warnings : pregnancy, miscarriage, angst, molestation.

Mini Playlist : look what you made me do by taylor swift.

And the cat was out of the bag. All these years you have been hiding from the world and Tom that you had conceived. That you were pregnant with his child. Nobody knew about this except your parents, Zendaya, Harrison and Alex. The whole incident had mentally affected you very badly that you went into depression which luckily you were able to recover with the support of your family and friends.

Tom stood there frozen. Your words hit him like a rock. His face was blank, eyes wide in bewilderment.

You looked around to see everyone in a state of shock. You fought back your tears as you ran inside the house rubbing your eyes, shutting the door you collapsed on the floor wailing.  

“Y/N!!” Zendaya and Harrison called out to you.

“Seriously Tom you are such a jerk.” Zendaya spat turning towards Tom then running inside to your aid. Chloe followed her.

Tom felt weak; he felt his legs would give away any minute. Harrison came up to him and put his hand on his shoulder.

“Did you know?” Tom asked weakly

“Tom listen we didn’t think that you will get to know this in such a circumstance” Harrison spoke trying to calm him down

“Don’t bullshit me Harrison!! Did you know about this?!” Tom demanded

“Yeah mate.”

“Why didn't you say anything to me?” Tom was fighting back his tears.

“I tried to tell you but you never listened. And after she lost the baby she made me promise to not tell anyone about this.”

Zendaya and Chloe kept knocking on your door.

“Y/N!! open up dear”

“It's only us Y/N don't do this to yourself.”

The door unlocked as you emerged from behind the door, your face all red, eyes puffy, tears trickling down your cheeks. Zendaya and Chloe got inside and hugged you, tears shimmered in your eyes. They made you sit on the bed and drink a glass of water.

“It's gonna be okay darling” Zendaya rubbed your back comforting you.

“I messed up everything Z” you sniffled

“No Y/N it was not your fault Tom pushed you. You were always trying to avoid any kind of conflict.” Chloe said

“And this thing had to come out some or the other day maybe this was the best time.” Zendaya said.

Six years ago you left London with a broken heart. It wasn’t easy for you to leave behind the person whom you loved with all your heart but little did you know that you were carrying a piece of him with you. After a month in NY your health went terrible; frequent mood swings, morning sickness and nausea was common. You first thought maybe the change of environment is taking a toll on you but when you missed your period you decided to see a gynaecologist. Though you were sure that you used protection the last time you and Tom had sex but you were not on birth control so you couldn't rule out the chances. And there you were one fine morning in the doctor’s chamber

“Hello Miss Y/L/N”

“Hello Dr Ivy”

“I have good news for you. Congratulations you are pregnant.” And your worst fear came true. You gave a tight lipped smile.

“Are you sure?” You asked. The doctor looked at you sceptically

“No I mean is it even possible? Because we used protection” you explained.

“Yes dear, your test reports came positive. And condoms are actually 98% effective sometimes it just happens due to many reasons like if it’s not worn properly or breaking of the material etc. I know you are young and it’s hard for you to make a decision of keeping the baby or not but that’s okay talk to your partner, it isn’t that late you are just six weeks into your pregnancy.”

“Thank you doctor” you gave a smile.

You didn't know what to do, you were just 21 and the whole pregnancy thing was freaking you out. The first person that came in your mind was Tom though you least expected that he would answer still there was a little bit of hope left in you. You tried to contact him but it was in vain. So you called your parents and Harrison to tell the news.

Your parents flew to NY in the earliest flight they could get.

“Honey did you tell Tom?” your mom asked

“He isn't answering me.”

“So have you decided what you’re going to do?” your dad asked

“I don’t know. I’m confused.”

“Jellybean you are too young for this you have a life and a career ahead. You can't nurture a baby and craft your career simultaneously.” Your dad tried to make you understand.

“We think you should go for an abortion.” your mom suggested

“But mom this is our baby. This is the only thing of Tom I have with me, I can’t do this to our baby.” You protested

“I know dear how much you love him, but are you sure he wants to be the father of this child? That is why take your time. It's not that late whatever you decide we are with you.”

Harrison came to visit you a week later. He lied to everyone back at home that he is going for some audition for a role. You were sitting on the couch head leaning on his shoulder. Harrison’s arm was wrapped around your shoulder.

“What are you gonna do Y/N?”

“I want to keep it Haz. This baby is all I have got of him.” You looked up to him.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I just want to know what Tom thinks about having a baby, ask him somehow, don't make it obvious though.”

“Okay”

Harrison called Tom as he put the phone on speaker for you to hear.

“Hey man what's up?”

“Yeah I'm good. How did the audition go?”

“Yeah it went pretty well”

“Nice”

“Umm Tom Y/N has been trying to talk to you why aren't you answering her?”

“Because I don't want to.”

“It can be something important.”

“What important things does she have to say after all this? That she’s so happy right now living her dream”

“I don't know but what if she's you know got pregnant. You guys were at it like rabbits before you guys broke up.” He forcefully chuckled.

“Whoa!! Dude, stop imagining such things. I'm not ready to have kids yet I have a bright career can't ruin that. And even if she's pregnant, I don't care.”

“ Okay Haz I have got some work to do, will talk to you later”

“Yeah mate will talk to you later” Harrison ended the call.

“Y/N?” Harrison said softly

“It's okay Haz I got my answer." You placed your hand on your stomach "This baby is mine, only mine. It doesn't need a father. I'll give all the love it deserves.” You sobbed. Harrison hugged you tight.

“It’s gonna be okay, we are all with you” he kissed your forehead comfortingly.

“Haz you have to promise me one thing in no means you are going to tell about this to anyone not even to Nikki. Promise this to me Harrison ”

“But Y/N is it right to hide from them about their grandchild. They would be thrilled to know about it. And maybe you and Tom can reconcile your differences.”

“Harrison you heard him say it clearly he doesn’t want to be a father. I know he will eventually agree if Nikki and Dom spoke to him. But I don’t want to force him into anything and act as a burden. And I don’t want anybody to pity me or my baby.”

“Okay as you wish” he sighed.

Your parents decided to stay with you until your due date. They couldn't leave you alone to deal with this whole pregnancy.

You finally started to adapt to the changes your body was going through. Your days were spent by writing songs and recording voice memos. Alex handled each and everything for you. You were in your third month now though there was no prominent bump visible. You had made a daily routine to caress your growing belly and talk to the little human growing inside you.

“Don't worry baby, mommy will always be there for you, she will never let any harm come to you. She will love you with everything she has.” You cooed

“Your daddy though he is not with us, he would have been over the moon to hear about you. He would have loved you so much. Always know your dad is the best.”

“I'm gonna name you Destiny because you are going to change my destiny”

But destiny had other things planned for you. One night you woke up with severe abdominal pain as you sat up to see blood stains on the sheets. You desperately called your parents; you were rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.

“Mr and Mrs Y/L/N?”

“Yes we are her parents doctor how is she? Is everything fine?”

“I'm sorry to say there has been excessive vaginal bleeding. We might not be able to save the baby.”

“Will our daughter be okay?”

“Yeah she'll be fine.”

After the procedure was complete your parents were allowed to meet you. You were sitting on the hospital bed, with a blank stare at your lap.

“Jellybean” your dad called you softly.

“Mom, dad I lost my baby too” you burst into tears seeing them.

“Honey it's gonna be okay. It wasn't your fault.” They hugged you trying to console you as you wailed.

All the boys were sitting in the living room as they quietly listened to Harrison. Tom’s eyes were wet.

“Man she was devastated and you deliberately hurt her. That year on Christmas when she came home I somehow persuaded her to tell you about this but after seeing you with a girl she didn’t want to bother you anymore. So she distanced herself from us to get rid of her pain.”

“Harrison I need to talk to her.” Tom got up and held on to Harrison’s hands.

“Tom calm down. I don't think she's ready to talk to you. It's better you leave her alone for tonight.”

“How can you tell me to calm down when I messed up really bad?! Haz I left her alone when she needed me. I hurt her in every possible way.” Tom was desperate

 Meanwhile your phone buzzed it was none other Nikki facetiming you. Of course Harry must have informed them after your grand revelation. You looked at Zendaya and Chloe with fear in your eyes, your hands were shaking.

“You should take it.” Z said, Chloe nodded her head in affirmation.

You took a deep breath and received the call.

“Hey Nikki how are you?” You tried speaking cheerfully.

“We are fine honey. How are you doing dear?”

“I'm fine too.”

“Don't lie to us honey we know what happened.”

“I'm sorry" your voice broke as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks.

“No dear don't be sorry it wasn't your fault.”

“It was selfish of me to hide from you about your grandchild” you sniffled.

“We totally understand why you did that dear, you were hurt. Our son is an idiot but you could have told us peanut. We never saw you less than our daughter.” Dom said.

“I didn't want to bother Tom with the responsibility he didn't want so I had decided until the baby comes nobody has to know.” You sobbed

“We are sorry on behalf of our son we can't imagine what you have gone through dear.”

“Zendaya, Chloe please take care of her and get her some rest.” Nikki requested.

“Yeah sure Nikki.”

Zendaya and Chloe stayed with you for the night. Next morning as you came down the stairs you saw all the boys were waiting for you though Tom and El were missing.

“How are you?” Harrison asked as he hugged you.

“I’m good”

“Hey Y/N we are really sorry on behalf of Tom” Harry apologized

“It’s okay Harry I’m fine” you all came in for a giant hug.

Today Harrison dropped you at the rehearsal ground.

“I’ll come to take you by noon okay” he said while leaving

“Yeah okay bye”

Steve was nowhere to be seen around today. After the nasty fight you two had you had assumed this before only that he might not be interested in you anymore. You discussed with the musicians and chorus singers about the whole order you will sing your songs before starting the practise session.

It was around noon Harrison was about to get in the car to go and pick you up but Tom stopped him.

“Harrison, can I go to pick her up? I really need to talk to her alone” Tom almost begged

“Yeah, sure mate. Try your best.” He handed him the car keys. During the whole drive Tom rehearsed to himself of what he is going to say to you.

“Okay guys let's take it from the top for the one last time then we will wrap it up for today.” You directed. You turned around to see the face you were least interested to see at this moment not after what happened yesterday, your mood went off. Tom was standing in front of the stage, his hands in his pockets, eyebrows furrowed, sadness clouded his features  You could tell he was nervous.

 I don't like your little games

Don't like your tilted stage

The role you made me play

Of the fool, no, I don't like you

You gritted your teeth while singing.

I don't like your perfect crime

How you laugh when you lie

You said the gun was mine

Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

You sang anger evident in your voice as you stared directly in his eyes.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Tom could understand by the tone of your voice that you were mad at seeing him.

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do

I don't like your kingdom keys

They once belonged to me

You ask me for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast (what!?)

If words could slap a person this song of yours was perfect to do the job.

The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama

But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure (sure)

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

Emphasizing on your words you gave a cold glare as your grip on the microphone tightened.

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time)

I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

You moved around the stage practicing your little dance moves.

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

You continued singing.

“Okay guys well done, let's wrap it up for today.” You packed your stuff and went down the stage. Tom walked up to you.

“I thought Haz was coming to pick me up.”

“He had some other things to do.”

You hummed as you quietly went and sat on the passenger seat. Tom drove the car as you looked outside the window. Tom broke the silence

“Y/N I'm..” You cut him off

“Listen Tom if you are going to gloat about last night please don't I'm in no mood for it. Just take me back home. I'm tired.”

After sometime Tom stopped the car at a place. You recognised the place it was near the cliff.

“Why did we stop?”

“Y/N can we talk? Please.”  He begged

"No I don't want to talk" you said sternly

Tom got out of the car and went to your side to open the door. You looked straight crossing your arms.

"Y/N for God's sake please talk to me" Tom pleaded. You looked at him annoyed.

“You don’t wanna go? Fine! I can walk myself home anyways it's around 10 mins from here” you grabbed your bag and got out of the car. Tom quickly went and stood in front of you blocking your path.

“Tom move let me go”

“No I'm not letting you go until you talk to me”

“There's nothing more to talk about. And I guess Harrison has told you everything.”

“No, I just want to listen to everything from you.”

“What more do you want to hear Tom?”

“We had sex, I wasn't on birth control, condoms are 98% effective and we were the 2% unlucky people so I got pregnant, I tried to reach out to you but you wouldn't answer so I decided to raise my baby myself but I lost my baby.”

“Y/N.. we lost the baby.” Tom corrected you.

“We?? Tom you literally just gave a sperm and after so many years there's no need to acknowledge your paternity as the baby never got to see the daylight. Besides you didn't even want to be a father.”

“Y/N I was angry I didn't actually mean that, I would never do that to you. I would have loved to be a dad to your baby, our baby. That is the life I had always dreamt for us. You, me and our little family.”

“You should be happy right now because whatever you said turned out to be true I really ended up alone, all alone.” You said.

“No you are misunderstanding me Y/N.”

“It's okay Tom that ship has sailed and drowned a long time ago. I finally feel relieved that you got to know about our unborn child.”

“Please Y/N, please give me a chance I will make things right.”

“There's nothing you can do now Tom so just try to get over it as I did.”

“Yes I can, we can start over, just you and me. I'll leave El, call off the wedding.”

“Tom! Do you even know what you are saying?” your eyes went wide.

“Yes you hurt me but I am not going to let you hurt El. At least I don't want to be the reason she gets hurt. She's such a nice girl who's always by your side no matter what, she loves you blindly. And you said you loved her too. She doesn't deserve this.”

“No Y/N it was always you, it has always been you.”

“It’s your guilt that is speaking Tom, you and I know very well that we can never be together, not in this lifetime at least.” Tom hung his head defeated.

“I have no grudges against you Tom. I forgave you a long time ago.”

Tom didn’t say anything more as you both silently got up in the car. El saw you both together as you entered the house. You went to your respective rooms. You laid down on the bed closing your eyes, your legs dangling on the edge as you heard El and Tom arguing. You sat up as you heard El yelling.

“Really Tom?! After everything that happened last night you want me to believe that there is nothing going on between you two.”

“Why don't you admit that your old feelings have resurfaced again? Now even more after knowing that she was carrying your child.”

You felt bad that they were fighting because of you. You couldn't resist yourself so you went to their room. You knocked before entering their room.

“Sorry to interrupt I know it's your personal matter but El I want to assure you there is nothing going on between us.”

“Oh Y/N can you please stop acting now? I really thought you were a good person but guess what you turned out to be a two faced bitch. I should have known that day only when I saw you both dancing so intimately, I let it go thinking you were best friends so it's okay but the night after he returned from the carnival I felt you, your fragrance lingering all over him, I still didn’t want to believe it but yesterday you both cleared my doubts. How far have you two gone by the way? Did you guys fuck? Planning another baby?” El ranted.

“El you can't talk to her like that.” Tom protested.

“Oh yeah now it hurts you. Tom, you were the one who was being literally rude to her all this time. What caused the change of mind? Is it because she was going to be your child's mother or long lost desire for each other?”

You swallowed each and every accusation El gave you thinking you deserved it. If it were somebody else you would have hit the person on the face by now because no one has the right to talk about you or your unborn baby like this. Your eyes were filled with tears. You mustered all courage as you spoke.

“El I just want to say I'm sorry. Please try to bear with me for the next few days. I promise you that I will be gone for good from your lives this time. You will never have to see me again in your life.”

You left the room wiping your tears.

“Seriously El how can you be so insensitive towards her?! She has already gone through a lot for me; don't add up to her miseries.” Tom turned around to leave.

“Where are you going now?”

“To say sorry to her for what you did.”

“I'm going for a drink in the nearby pub.” You said to Zendaya as you came down the stairs.

“I can come with you” she offered

“No it’s fine I’ll take a cab” You left hurriedly

“Hey where is Y/N?” Tom ran down the stairs panting.

“She went to the pub. Why?” Zendaya informed confusion in her eyes.

“Uh El blasted off at her and she went away all upset. I need to apologise to her.”

“Seriously you guys are keeping us on our toes. Can we have a normal day where nobody is crying or fighting?!” Harry scoffed.

Tom took the car keys and ran out to go to the pub. You were sitting in a secluded booth at the corner of the pub sipping on your drink looking out the window.

“Hey Y/N” you turned your gaze to find Steve.

“Oh hi Steve”

“May I sit?”

“Yeah sure”

He slid into the booth beside you.

“Didn't see you during the rehearsal.”

“I was a little tired today.” He ordered his drink shifting himself a little more closer to you.

“So how are you?” He placed his hand on your knee, you felt a little uncomfortable but decided to ignore.

“I’m fine” You felt his hand slowly move higher under your dress.You panicked.

“Steve what are you doing?!” you grabbed his hand to stop whatever he was trying to do.

"You know all this while I really thought you were an innocent, good girl type. So I was taking my time with you. But who knew you were such a little slut.” Steve drew his finger through your jawline

“What the hell Steve back off!!” you pushed him hard.

“Oh c’mon darling I know how much of a whore you are” Steve gripped on to your thigh and cornered you to the side of the seat

“How dare you?!!” In no time your hand went on to his cheek giving him a tight slap.

“You bitch! Now I am gonna show you what sluts like you deserve.” he grasped your hand and forcefully pulled you out of the booth.

“Leave my hand you bastard!! leave me!!” you struggled to free yourself.

“Hey hands off her you asshole!!.” Tom growled, you had to admit that you were never this happy to see Tom in your life.

“Oh well, well, look who is here, the lover boy who had knocked you up pretty well." Steve gave a cocky grin.

Tom was raging with anger, he clenched his fists.

“Don't worry dude I'm gonna treat her really good tonight, you know if you wanna join I don't mind at all”

Tom lifted his hand as he punched Steve’s face hitting right at his jaw. Steve fell flat on his face.

“Stay away from her you piece of shit or the next time you wouldn’t be alive to put your dirty hands on any girl” Tom threatened.

You were shivering in fear, pupils dilated as you looked at Steve groaning on the floor. Tom rushed to you. He cupped your face. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Y/N, are you okay?? I'm here now, don't worry love.” Your vision went blurry.

“Y/N!!!” Tom shrieked.

You fainted in Tom's arms.

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

SUMMARY: (Y/N) gets offered to make her childhood dream come true, even though her mother keeps making her annoyed. Tom starts feeling some new things which he never felt before, and can’t even name it.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.3K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, underage drinking and FLUFF

A/N: I just wanted to say that’s it’s a short one, but it’s SO CUTE. I love it! AND ITALICS ARE TOM’S THOUGHTS. 

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Josephine’s office on Midtown Manhattan had a great view of New York’s skyline, and it was beautiful during the afternoon when the sky was orange, almost like a golden glow covered the whole city. (Y/N)’s small office could barely fit two people at the same time, but it had the most incredible view of Central Park, glowing with the afternoon sun. Sometimes she would just pop up in her mother’s office to close her door, prepare some coffee, put on some soft music and sit there watching the park. When she had work to do, it wasn’t so bad with one of those views.

Fashion work was hard. (Y/N) would watch people go crazy every time they had a big event coming and this time it was Vogue’s cover and big interview with her mother’s brand. People were freaking out to put up with some looks, trying to contact models and makeup artists. Josephine even had her daughter back in the office to help her with reaching people and even sewing last-minute outfits. And right now she was leaning back on her chair, legs resting over the table as she sipped her coffee and tried to contact models for work.

“Everything is a disaster.” Josephine said as she came into her office, slamming the door behind her. “I just need a second of quietness.”

“Do you want some coffee? Maybe tea?”

“Chamomile, please.” Her mother breathed out, and she laughed, getting up to her small coffee station on the back of her office to prepare some tea for her mother. “Your outfit looks cute.”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) glanced down to her body and chuckled. Today she went for yellow plaid high waisted pants, a simple black shirt and heels. Josie always taught her how to dress up fancy but straightforward during office times. She approached her mother, who was now sitting on her chair, and gave her some tea.

“Thank you, sweetie. I just can’t be out there any longer. They’re driving me insane.”

For the past week, Josie was too busy to pick on everything her daughter was doing. That’s why their relationship wasn’t conflictual for the past days. She even came home for dinner more than one time, and maybe she was too tired of work to go to a restaurant and talk even more about fashion with some coworker or fashion journalist.

“I got Taylor Hill and Bella Hadid to model for us.”

“I got Naomi Campbell for cover.” She said, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” 

“And then she cancelled.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned back at her desk, watching her mother dramatically drink her tea. “We have a week to find someone else to cover the spot.”

“Go with Bella Hadid.” She suggested, and Josie groaned.

“If I get Bella for cover, I have to find another model to cover her spot.” She finished her tea and glanced up to her daughter. It was like something clicked on her head. (Y/N) frowned as she watched her mother get up her seat and smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“You could model for me.” Josie said as she pointed her index finger to her daughter, and (Y/N) chuckled.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. You look gorgeous wearing the collection.” Josie unlocked her phone and showed her a picture where she was wearing one of Josie’s designs. “So, what do you think?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to do this. Vogue fucking Magazine.”

“Good, so I’ll need you here Friday after class so we can take pictures. Come without makeup and something simple to take off.”

“I’ll be here.”

Even though she said she wouldn’t involve herself with the fashion world, (Y/N) has been reading Vogue ever since she was a little girl. She always imagined herself as one of the girls looking all pretty and displaying beautiful clothes for the public. Now she has the opportunity to do it, and she wouldn’t let it go to waste. When she told Tom, he got very happy for her.

“It’s good to see you happy for the first time since I met you.” Tom said, and she jumped excitedly, making him chuckle. 

“Vogue, let your body move to the music.” She sang as she danced awkwardly in excitement. She has catwalked to that song with her mother’s clothes for years, and now she could listen to it while modelling for the magazine she loved for years.

“Do you want me to drive you there?” Tom asked, and she shook her head.

“Mum will send me someone to pick me up, as always.” 

Tom was happy to see her excited and getting along with her mother. The week that followed Noel’s party, she looked really down and she wanted more than anything to be alone. Tom didn’t let it happen though. He knew that she was upset about her father and now one of her friends was slut-shaming her for sleeping with Noel. As she said before, she permitted Stacie to be with Noel at that party but ended up with him instead, which resulted on Stacie screaming at her in front of the whole school and Courtney being quiet about the whole thing, deciding not to pick sides. The thing was that (Y/N) wasn’t upset about Stacie, only about the way she acted and exposed her, but she was upset with Courtney, because she meant a lot to her. 

He tried to do everything to cheer her up after what happened, but it appeared that her home life was much better than before. Her father met her for dinner one night, her mother backed down and left her alone, even had dinner at home to be with her daughter. So all he did was be there for her. The day he headed back to the city with her was one of her lowest points, and he stood by her side the whole day, even went to brunch with her. Now he was glad that she had a big smile on her face.

When (Y/N) got to her mother’s office, makeup artists attacked her and started to produce her face. She didn’t even have the time to drink some water or do anything at all. It didn’t matter, because once they finished, she could see how gorgeous she looked. Soon she was wearing a mint green suit in front of a white background, waiting for the photographer, who seemed to be late.

“Where the fuck is he?” She whispered to herself as she rechecked her Instagram, meeting with the same pictures.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry I’m late.” A man said from behind her, probably the photographer. She turned around to meet the man she was going to spend the whole afternoon with, and her smile died when she saw who it was.

“Garold?”

“You can call me Gary, sweetheart.” She groaned and rolled her eyes as he smiled at her.

“You’re a photographer?”

“Yeah, I’ve been working for Vogue over a decade now.” Her eyes widened, and she ran out of the room, directly into her mother’s office. She was too busy writing something on a bunch of paper.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? Garold, as my photographer?”

“I thought you might feel more comfortable with someone from the family.”

“Mom, for the thousandth time. Garold is not my family. He’s the guy you’re fucking with.” Josie rolled her eyes and stood up to sit in front of her daughter. “He’s not my dad, and you know that.”

“Just give him a chance. He’s a nice guy.”

“He literally flirted with me when I found him half-naked in our kitchen.” She groaned, a little disgusted to remember that situation. “Fuck this. I’m out of here. Call me when you get a new photographer.” 

(...)

“Wow, that was really good.” Tom congratulated his father after he got his ball inside the hole on the floor, and he had a big smirk coming his son’s way. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, son. Better watch your back, because I’m coming for you.” Dom winked, and Tom chuckled.

His family finally found a good golf club in New York and decided to have a day off to hang out together. Nikki and Paddy were being taught by Harry, messing up their moves every time, getting Harry angry and Sam laughing in the background. Tom, Harrison and Dom were playing by themselves until Harrison got tired and went back to sit with Sam and eat something. The only thing they were missing was the beer. Being an 18-year-old British guy in America was hard, but at least the chips were good.

“Mom, you’re doing great.” Tom shouted and received a death glare from Harry, and a big smile from Nikki.

“Thank you, love. Harry doesn’t think so.” Nikki looked back to her son, and he rolled his eyes.

“Let’s just take a break. I need to calm down.” Harry rubbed his face and made everyone laugh. He sat next to Sam and tapped the back of his head so he could stop laughing.

“Totally worth it.” Sam laughed, and now all the boys were gathered together to watch Dom helping Nikki and Paddy since Harry was too pissed to do so.

“Short temper.” Harrison mocked.

“Dickhead.” Harry replied, making Harrison shrug. “So, you never told us about your party on Long Island.”

“Well, we both got very drunk. Oh, and (Y/N) set us both with some girls.” Harrison started. “Yeah, I got luckier than Tom, I spent the whole day after with the girl back in her room. Only headed back to the city at the end of the afternoon.”

“What happened Tom?” 

“Uhm, mine went away when we woke up, and I headed back to the city with (Y/N).” He took a sip of his coke and shrugged. “She was, uhm…” He cleared his throat. ”Not okay, so I spent the whole day with her at Central Park.”

“Yeah, you’re definitely going to date.” Sam said, and all the boys agreed. 

“Shut up, can I continue?” Tom asked, and all the boys nodded. “I was upset too. She slept with that idiot just because she was feeling lonely. She could’ve come to me so we could talk, but she prefered to run into his arms.”

“Have you talked to her about it?” Sam asked, and Tom shook his head no. “You need to talk about it.”

“We have nothing to talk about. Plus, we’re good. And she seems happy.” The twin glanced at Harrison, and the boy shrugged.

“She seems cool.” He shoved some chips in his mouth. “(Y/N) is cool, you know? I think we’re getting closer and I really like her.”

And there it was - the smallest, single tingle of jealousy inside Tom’s chest. He never felt it before, so he frowned when these feelings surfaced and took a grip of his heart. He clenched his jaw and looked down to hide his face. Was he jealous that Harrison was getting closer to (Y/N)? It couldn’t be. Why would he be jealous anyway, it’s not like he’s in love with her. Maybe he’s just jealous because he finally found someone so dear and close to his heart, that the thought of sharing it with someone else was too much for him.

“Yeah, but she is Tom’s girl. Right?” Harrison finished, and the boys started teasing Tom again.

“For fuck’s sake…” Tom groaned and quickly shot up to get away from them. Also, he didn’t want them to see the small smile that formed on his lips.

He couldn’t help but wonder how things would be if she joined them for a golf day. Would she know how to play, or would he have to teach her?  Would she get along with his mother? Would she be so close to Harrison that it made his heart strangely tingle again? There were so many possibilities of what could have happened, but over everything, he wishes she was here. But he knew that she was very happy wherever she was right now because it was something she dreamed for a very long time.

It was strange because he never thought about any of those things before. He doesn’t stick around girls long enough to even feel anything. So why he was holding on to her like that and why the hell he couldn’t wait to see her again? Was it love? Tom wouldn’t know. The only kind of love he ever felt was towards his family and friends. But the romantic kind of love, he never even slightly felt it. No, that couldn’t be it - he thought, still not trusting his own words.

And just like magic, his phone rang. It was like his mind called for her and she only made the dial. ‘Maybe we’re more connected than I thought’. He walked away from his family to answer the phone privately. Why the hell was she calling him when she was supposed to be busy with the photo shoot?

“Hello?” Tom asked when he answered, and she sighed in relief.

“Tom. Thank God!” Her voice echoed through the phone.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Her breathing changed again like she was infuriated.

“I fucking hate my mother.” She admitted.

“Don’t say that.” 

“Anyway, I’m at my apartment, packing to leave for my dad’s. But I was wondering if we could meet later; I need a drink.”

“Sure, you wanna go to Vertigo’s?” He asked and she groaned.

“I don’t wanna leave the apartment. Just come over, my dad will be out. And bring Harrison.” Why did he need to bring Harrison? Did you actually want to see Haz, using him only as an excuse to bring his best friend over? Would he be the third wheel? “I need as many people as possible to distract me. But I’m pissed at Courtney, so he will do.”

“Oh, okay.” A small smile crept on his lips, and he made sure it was unnoticed by anyone else. “I’ll be there. Text me the address.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.”

(...)

(Y/N) waited for her father in the lobby as she frenetically tapped her fingernails on her suitcase, ignoring the stares as people passed through her. After all, people on her building were very curious, especially about her family. She prayed that her dad would get there before her mother, so when she saw him coming through the front door, she sighed in relief.

“Sweetheart. You called me?”

“Dad. Oh, thank God.” (Y/N) rushed to his embrace, and he hugged her very tightly. “Mom’s crazy.”

“Oh, I know that.” He chuckled. She leaned back and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Let me take you home and you can tell me everything about it. Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

(Y/N) told everything to her dad on their way home. She told him how loud her mother was on the first night she brought her new boyfriend home, how she was constantly pushing that strange man into her life and the boundaries they didn’t respect, like Garold standing half-naked on their kitchen. She finished with what happened earlier that day by the time they arrived at his building.

“Your mother makes me laugh until this very day.” He chuckled, making his daughter roll her eyes. “She’s really crazy. I’ll talk to her about it, tell her to back off.”

“I don’t think she’ll listen.” She admitted defeat and threw herself on the couch. “I’m just…” She sighed. “Tired of her bullshit. I don’t think she even cares about how I feel.”

“(Y/N/N), you know that’s not true.” He sat next to her, pulling her into a side hug, rubbing his hand on her arm. Vincent’s hugs always made her calm and feeling like she’s home. “You don’t remember that because you were too little, but I worked a lot, even more than I do now. Your mother was the one who was always home, even dropped work for a while, to take care of our little girl.”

“I thought she never wanted me. At least that’s what she says to me.”

“At first, she really did it because I wanted kids. But Josie couldn’t let go of her little girl. She loved you more than anything else and you were so precious. The first time you got sick, we had to take you to the hospital, she cried the whole time we were there and I needed to comfort her to stop crying. That night, you slept in her arms and she stayed up, holding you.”

“It’s hard to believe.” She chuckled, leaning back in her seat. She rubbed her eyes and sighed. “I wonder what happened to Josephine (Y/L/N).”

“Well, she stopped being Josie Rhodes to become Josephine (Y/L/N). The spotlight, runaway and fashionista Josephine.” She nodded and cuddle into her dad.

“I just wish we could get along.”

“Me too, sweetie.” He pressed a kiss on her temple. “But your mother is trying. I know our divorce was tough for her because I went through the same thing. We loved each other very much when we were teenagers, we still do. But we grew apart with time and unfortunately, things end; things change. Doesn’t mean there’s no love involved. She loves you very much, I promise you.”

“I just wish she could act like a real mother sometimes. And I miss our family.”

“I know you do, sweetie. But you have to be strong.” She nodded. “Things will never get back to what they used to be. I found someone who makes me feel loved again, doesn’t your mother deserve that?”

“I just don’t see honesty in Garold. He looks like he’s taking advantage of her. I think that’s why I don’t like him. I just wanna protect what’s left of our family.”

“Just give him a chance. Maybe he turns to be a decent guy. And if you still don’t feel comfortable with him around, you can always come to me.”

“You’re never home, dad.” She glanced down to the rings on her fingers and sighed as she played with them. Vincent’s heart crumbled and he pressed her even tighter against him. 

“I know, and I’m so sorry. I can try to stay here more often, but work is hard.” She nodded. “Hey, you know what might cheer you up? Hot cocoa and helping me find an outfit for my date.”

“Yeah, you know how to cheer me up. I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, sweetie.”

(...)

Later that day, Tom headed to (Y/N)’s dad apartment in Tribeca, humming to a song on the radio with Harrison. They had a long day at the golfing club, went home to shower and were now driving to meet the girl who called earlier for them. Tom spent the whole day thinking about her because she seemed angry and upset. But them again, when wasn’t she like that? It was tiring him, but he cared too much about her, so here he was, rushing to her apartment.

Also, he was still wondering what was that tingle on his gut when Harrison started to talk about his friendship with her. And the fact that she also wanted to see Haz tonight, instead of him alone. But Tom would be a fucking great actor because no one even noticed him distance during the rest of the day. Although, there was a moment he was pretty sure his mom knew, considering she came to hug him out of nowhere. It eased him though; she always knew how to ease him.

(Y/N) said they didn’t need to dress up when she texted to tell them the address. Harrison decided to go with joggers and a t-shirt, pretty basic. And Tom got the first sweats he saw on his closet but remembered to apply perfume - just because she said he always smelled nice when he was wearing that perfume - and rushed to get out of that apartment. 

When she opened the door, the boys have never seen her so… raw. No makeup, hair tied up, barefoot and wearing a pajama with little avocados on the bottom, and a shirt that said: “Let’s avo-cuddle”. Tom found it adorable and a genuine smile crept on his lips. She was holding her phone between her shoulders and ear, a glass of whiskey on her hands. She signed the boys to follow her inside while she wasn’t finished.

“Sorry, boys. I was ordering pizza. Just make yourself comfortable.” She signed the couch and went to the kitchen.

Vincent’s apartment was pretty impressive and well decorated, with big windows and a great view of Manhattan’s skyline. Maybe too big for a single man who only had his daughter over once in a while. It wasn’t bigger than his old apartment from back when he was married, but it was big enough for the number of people that lived there. The boys sat and (Y/N) sat between them, handing both glasses of whiskey.

“I’m driving darling. Sorry.” Tom said and she nodded, pouring the liquid into her glass. “Wow, don’t you think that’s too much?”

“Don’t care.” She gulped her drink down. “I had a horrible day…”

She filled them in with all the details, starting with Garold, and ending up with her father’s confession. For Tom, it was just the two of them there, like he was the only one supposed to know what was happened. Reality crashed whenever Harrison spoke up, but he would ease every time her drunk hands rested on his legs. He wanted her to just rest her head on his chest and - No, stop it! Keep it together, Tom.

“To be honest, I don’t know why you’re so mad. He’s a photographer, so what?” Harrison started once she finished. “I know you don’t like him, but don’t let this opportunity go because of him. Being in Vogue is everyone’s dream, even mine.”

“Really? I didn’t know that.” He smirked as he nodded.

“I always wanted to be a model, appear in a big magazine.” He shrugged. “Just don’t waste your turn, darling.”

“Do you wanna do it with me? I’ll tell my mom I’ll only do it with you.” And there it was again, the tingle on Tom’s gut, the clench on his jaw.

“Are you serious?” Harrison’s eyes lighted up, making him sit on the edge of the couch.

“Yeah, of course! We can do it together, it will be fun.” She sounded excited, which only made Tom want to groan.

“Okay. I’ll not complain about it.” He shrugged. They kept talking about it and Tom just remained silent, trying to calm down and understand what was happening to him. They only ended the talk when the pizza arrived. “I’ll go get it. My treat.”

“Sure you don’t need help?”

“I got it, darling.” He said before slamming the door closed. 

(Y/N) turned to Tom and smirked. He spaced out and wasn’t paying attention to their conversation by now. She giggled and pulled him into a side hug, pressing a big kiss on his cheek, which only made him smile. He melted into her again, like he always did. She had him on the palm of her hand, and she knew how to make him cave.

“You’ve been strangely quiet today.” She said, and he shrugged. “What’s up with you?”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.” She smiled softly, leaning back to show him her shirt.

“Can you read it out loud for me?” She pointed out the shirt, and he giggled.

“Let’s avo-cuddle.” He said, making her hug his middle in seconds.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She rested her head on his chest, and there it was, what he wanted to happen all night. Just the two of them, together, silently. He learned to enjoy that ever since she slept on his embrace during their trip back to Manhattan. Sometimes he would think about her snoring on his chest to help him fall asleep. A different tingle appeared for him, like billions of little butterflies flying on his stomach, which only made him smile wider. As an instinct, he pressed a kiss on top of her head, making her shift and bury her head on the crook of his neck. “Feeling better?”

“Much better.” She looked up to him and smiled. She got what she wanted; to make him happy. And he looked so damn cute with a grin on his face. She could stare at it for the rest of her life and never get tired of it.

Only when Harrison came back, she let go of him so they could eat and watch a movie together. But Tom didn’t feel the strange tingle on his guts. (Y/N) sat far away from Harrison, closer to Tom, and eventually, she’d brush her feet on his. The only thing the could feel was the billions of butterflies. He didn’t know what they meant, but he was liking it.

By the end of the movie, Harrison was asleep on the couch. (Y/N) didn’t have the heart to wake him up and just covered him with a blanket and lowered the lights. Tom cleaned their mess and started to wash the dishes for her, trying not to care about how nicely she was treating Harrison right now. But when she came to him in the kitchen and tiredly smiled at him, he forgot everything.

“Thank you for helping out. It really meant a lot to me that you were here to distract me.”

“Whenever you want, darling.”

“Do you think I’m overreacting with this situation?” She asked as she started to dry the dishes and put them away.

“A little, but it’s okay.” He shrugged. “You should give Garold a chance. I know he doesn’t look good, but your mother is a grown woman and knows what she’s doing. You need to stop getting those small things in your way of happiness.”

“Tom, to be honest, you’re the only thing that brings me joy now.”

“Don’t say that…” He shook his head.

“But you are!”

“I shouldn’t be, (Y/N).” He stopped washing the dishes and sighed. “I’m really glad that I can bring you joy because you bring it to me too. But I can’t be your only source of happiness, and it makes me really upset when I see you upset.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, I do. Now you know.” She pulled him into a tight hug, with her hands softly resting on his hair. It took him a couple of seconds to understand what was going on, but soon he melted into the hug, pulling her by the waist. “It’s getting late, (Y/N).”

“Stay.” She whispered in his ear.

“What?”

“Please, stay. I don’t want you gone yet.” He nodded and she pressed a kiss on his neck, making electricity curse through his whole body. “C’mere, I’ll show you my room.”

“What about Harrison?”

“He’s gonna be fine. My dad won’t be back home tonight and the couch is pretty comfortable. I don’t wanna wake him.”

He nodded and quickly texted his mom about staying over. She entwined their fingers and pulled him to the bedroom, which was surprisingly simple, but he imagined it would be since she doesn’t spend much time there. She prepared the bed and lied under the covers. Tom stood there, waiting for her to invite him.

“Why are you standing there? Come lie with me.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You won’t. Only if you are uncomfortable.”

“N-no, I’m okay.” He sat in bed next to her and removed his shoes. Once he lied down, she found her way between his arms. His stomach pressed on her back and nose so close to her ears. The only thing he could hear was her soothing breathing while she was falling asleep in his arms again. He wishes he could hear her heart, though. Was it beating just as fast as his did? He couldn’t believe they were about to sleep in the same bed, especially in the position they were found right now.

“Good night, Tommy.”

“Good night, (Y/N).”

(...)

“Let me recap this. You’ll only do it if it’s with him?” Josephine pointed Harrison, who was standing next to Tom, right behind her.

(Y/N) knew her mother was desperate for new models. Ever since she gave up on the photoshoot, Josie had to spend full time at the office looking for new replacements and it’s been really hard for her to find last minute models to fill the blank. So it was the perfect opportunity to make her mother give in to her propose. That’s why they marched to her office to confront her after lunch on Saturday.

Tom had to say, he was fucking terrified of meeting her mother for the first time. He wanted her to like him, because his daughter was important to him, so it was a big deal. The night before that was amazing, especially the part after Harrison went to sleep and she involved him with her arms so they could sleep together. He spent the minutes before he fell asleep thinking how much he appreciated that single moment - and the girl holding him.

“Yes, mother. Take it or leave it.” 

Josie stood up and marched her way to Harrison, who gulped loudly and started to shake, too nervous to have such an important person to the fashion world judging him. Whatever she would say next would define if he had even the slightest chance in the fashion world. With her glasses on the tip of her nose, she took a closer look at Harrison.

“You’re cute. Your eyes are pretty and we can actually work out with that.” She fixed her glasses and looked behind him. “Marcus, get him to make up and tell the dressing department to put him in the stripped leather jacket.” Her assistant nodded and (Y/N) encouraged Haz to follow the guy with a nod.

Josie watched him go away and glanced at Tom, who was quiet and wanting to throw up, only standing there to support his best friends. When her eyes fixated on him, he could just explode right there. Yeah, she’s judging me.

“And who are you?”

“I’m T-Tom. Tom Holland.” He replied, too nervous not to stutter.

“He’s my best friend, mom.” (Y/N) said and Josie nodded.

“And what are you doing here? Go get dressed, (Y/N/N)!” Josie said and her daughter nodded, disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye. Now he was alone with her mother. Great. “So, you’re my daughter’s best friend. You’re new in St. Jude?”

“Yes, ma’am. I just moved here from London and got an exchange scholarship.”

“Oh really?” She nodded, sitting back at her desk. “And you’re planning on using this opportunity to get into an Ivy League school, right? Or are you thinking about Cambridge and Oxford?”

“Actually, I want to be an actor. So I was thinking NYU or UCLA.” He said and her mouth fell agape.

“So, you think you can be friends with my daughter if you’re not planning to make something out of your life?”

“Excuse me?” Tom frowned, and Josie shrugged.

“I didn’t like your face from the moment you walked through that door. But I’m getting along with my daughter again, so I won’t say anything about it. Just be sure that I don’t approve your friendship.”

“I’m sorry, but are you only saying that because I don’t want to go to an Ivy League school and become a lawyer or something?”

“I’m only saying that because I don’t like your face.” She smiled, cynically. Tom rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“I can’t do anything about that. But I assure you that I’m a good person and I’ll always do whatever I can to make your daughter happy. I hope you realise that someday.” That was the last thing he said before waving goodbye and walking away from the office. “Fucking bitch.” He hissed. No wonder (Y/N) was getting into messed up fights with her mother.

He wanted to tell her everything, but when she walked out of the dressing room with a turtle neck red blouse, a leather jacket and light washed jeans, he got lost in his own words. She looked beautiful, even with that weird star make up they did on her. He blushed when she noticed him mesmerized by her.

“So, how do I look?”

“Flawless.” He replied, making her smile. 

“Where’s Harrison?”

“I’m right here, darling.” Harrison was wearing almost the same outfit. The stripes on his leather jacket were the same colour as her makeup, her jeans were dark washed and he was wearing a simple white t-shirt. They looked like a couple matching outfits. Fucking great.

“Well, someone looks hot.” She winked at Harrison, making him chuckle. 

“You think so?” He opened his jacket and turned around so they could have a full look. “I do look hot.”

“Come on, let’s kick some ass.”

(Y/N) went a few steps ahead and Harrison stood behind to talk to Tom for a little. His best friends said all the horrible things Josie said to him, making Haz curse the woman more than once. Tom asked him not to tell (Y/N) though, he didn’t want to ruin this opportunity again, which Harrison agreed. When they followed her into the studio, they found (Y/N) having a conversation with Garold.

“I know I was childish and selfish when I ran out of the studio that day. I’m gonna give you one chance Garold, that doesn’t mean you can cross the boundaries. So no naked walking around the apartment and try keeping it low in bed. Okay?” He gave her a nod. “I’m doing this for my mother, not because of you.”

“I know. Thank you, though.” He said and she nodded, getting into position for the photo shoot.

“Come on, Harrison. I’m gonna start without you.” She said as she fixed her hair for the camera. Harrison chuckled and joined her in front of the camera.

Tom sat in the back and watched his best mate take pictures with the girl. They seemed to be having a lot of fun and they had quite a way to modelling. They knew good positions and how to interact with the camera, and with each other. Tom couldn’t help but feel the tingles again. He didn’t want to feel it, he fought not to feel it, but they were there. When Harrison pulled her closer by the waist and she rested her head on the crook of his neck, he almost snapped.

This is stupid, he’s your best friend for fuck sake - Tom thought, and he wanted to cry for feeling that way. He shouldn’t feel it, there was nothing wrong going on. He was the one acting off and he needed to calm himself down. Luckily, someone served him some champagne and he had a couple of glasses, which did not help him. The only thing that helped was having the two models done with their photoshoot, after many changes of clothes and compromising pictures.

“And… we’re done.” Garold finished and (Y/N) groaned.

“Thank God! The heels are killing me.” She sat next to Tom and ripped them off in seconds. She was wearing the prettiest pink outfit, Tom’s favourite so far, which made him not want to tear his eyes away from her even for a second. Her heels were so big that her feet were screaming for freedom.  “Uhm… I’m starving.”

“We can go get something to eat.”

“I was thinking Vertigo. They have burgers and booze.”

“Perfect.” He smiled and helped her get up to go change. She got back into her regular clothes and was waiting for Harrison to come back so they could all leave together when her mother called her from the end of the hall.

“Yes?” (Y/N) replied.

“I’ll see you back in the apartment tonight?” Josie asked, hope filling her chest.

“Tomorrow, I promise.” (Y/N) softly smiled at her, making Josie nod.

“We could have dinner together.”

“Can Tom come along?” (Y/N) asked, making both Josie and Tom stiffen. She still didn’t know what her mother thought about him. They shared looks and Tom silently waited for her response, which she only took a deep breath and forcedly smiled.

“Of course.” Josie practically vomited the words against her will. Tom was surprised but nodded in agreement. Maybe she was just trying to get along with her daughter.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) replied before pulling Tom to join Harrison at the lift. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

(...)

Harrison and Tom laughed at (Y/N)’s expression as she tried a Long Island Iced Tea for the first time. It was such a strong drink they all agreed to order and see if they liked it. The mixture of alcohol could be good or horrible for the one drinking it. Harrison liked it, Tom declined after two sips, but (Y/N) was having a hard time recovering from the small sip she took, her throat burning like hell.

“Yeah, fuck it!” She cursed. “Oliver, please bring me white wine. I’m done with this strong shit.”

“Weak.” Harrison mocked.

“You can finish it.” She passed it on to him, which he accepted. 

“I’m gonna talk to the pretty girl over the bar. Don’t wait up.” Harrison winked and they waved him goodbye.

Tom was strangely quiet after the photoshoot, still thinking about her mother and what she said to him. Also, her proximity with Harrison was getting the best of him. He still hasn’t figured out why he was feeling that way, and it was wrong. (Y/N) noticed he was slightly off and nudged his shoulder before hugging his side. She gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, which made him sincerely smile at the gesture, turning to kiss hers too.

“You’re very quiet. Something wrong?”

“Uhm, no… I’m just moody, I guess.”

“I know what can cheer you up.” She said and pulled his phone from over the table. “Let’s find you a pretty girl.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Shut up, I’m working.” She giggled as she went through his Instagram DMs. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re talking to Valentina Gonzales. We used to have play dates when our parents were close. She’s really pretty.”

“She’s not that into me, I guess.” Tom shrugged, and she chuckled.

“Liar. She even sent you sexy pictures.” She showed him some lingerie photos she sent him, making him laugh.

“Okay. Do your magic.”

She started to go through his DMs, talking to Valentina with her unique way to get people set up. As Tom glanced at her, he could only think that nothing else mattered. What her mother said, her proximity with Harrison, the fact that she’s setting him up with some random girl. The only thing that mattered was her, and she looked perfect under that light - or any light at all- and Tom couldn’t help but smile.

That week he discovered two feelings he had never felt before, not even once in his life. The first was jealousy, and he definitely didn’t enjoy what it felt like, but he couldn’t help it. The second one, well… He was still trying to figure out what it meant, maybe it was adoration or something similar. But one thing was sure, he only felt it when she was with him; like right now, when she leaned over to play with his fingers. Or the previous night when her soft hands held him to sleep. And this morning when she had a whole breakfast prepared for him. He wasn’t sure what it is, but he definitely likes it.

Fuck, what is happening to me?

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A New Surprise

A/N: So Ella is actually a character that @youlightmeupfinn came up with as Nikki Sixx’s daughter. This is also piggybacking off of her Andy imagine about him when the reader goes into labor. I did get permission from Taylor to use Ella.

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It was nearing the end of Brittany’s podcast, and she had the idea of having her stepson in-law on the show. Despite Brittany only being a year older than her stepdaughter, the two were pretty good friends. Part of that being, Tommy never expected his kids to call any stepmoms ‘mom’. Even with Pamela and Amber.

“Hey Amber, is Andy going on tour soon?” Brittany asked over FaceTime with Amber.

“In like a month, why?” Amber asked. She was taking a break from writing with Ella in Nikki’s studio. Their songs they had already written were missing something but neither woman could pin down what it was.

“Hey Brit!” Ella called from the couch, her bass propped on her lap.

“Hey Ella!”

“Mama?” Addison asked from her spot in the family room. Tommy was watching cartoons with his first grand baby. He was always a romantic, and being a grandfather intensified that even more. Addison was his whole world. The two year old had her grandpa wrapped around her finger.

“How is she?” Amber asked. Addison was a little fussy when she dropped her off at her dad’s this morning. But she also had some nightmares that kept her up last night.

“She’s doing better sweetheart. She took an hour nap,” Tommy called.

“Hi mama!” Addy waved a little. Addy had Andy’s crystal blue eyes and dark hair, but her mother’s curls.

“Hi baby girl. Mommy is with auntie Ella right now. Daddy will be picking you up from Poppa’s house,” Amber told her. Andy was in the studio today for a few hours, and Amber was determined to have this record ready to record by next week. There were just these last few songs left.

“Okay well Uncle Nikki just brought the food to the studio, so we’ll eat and Andy should be by to come get Addy. I love you Princess. Be good for Poppa and Grandma Brittany,” Amber smirked. With Amber only being in her 30’s, she was always thrown for a loop to be a step-grandma. Amber hung up, and focused on the food.

“Don’t maul me you two. Let me put the food down!” Nikki laughed.

“Or should I say three?” He laughed, and then got serious, but excitement was still in his green eyes.

“So when do you go get checked by the doctor to get the definitive yes or no?” Nikki asked, plopping next to Ella.

“End of this week. I just hope Andy doesn’t freak out when I go into labor again,” Amber chuckled. Andy was amazing with helping her in any way he could when she was pregnant with Addy.

“Yeah I remember that,” Nikki laughed. Andy had called Tommy to tell him she was coming and Nikki was already with him in the studio when he got the call. Poor bastard was talking a mile a minute he was so nervous.

———-

“Congratulations Mr and Mrs. Biersack, you’re pregnant. Seems to be between six to eight weeks along,” the doctor smiled and the couple both had ear splitting grins on their faces, before Andy pulled his wife in for a kiss.

“I love you so much!” He placed his large hand on her stomach, his fingers tracing the stretch marks from Addy. Soon her brother or sister would join their place among their mother’s stomach. And the thought made Andy’s heart skip a beat. There would be forever a reminder of the life they created out of love.

“Hi baby. This is mommy. Daddy and I already love you so much,”

———

The next day, Andy went on Brittany’s show. And it took everything in him not to let it slip.

But eventually, Brittany gave him the floor to bring up anything for them to talk about.

“Hey, can you bring up Tommy and Amber?” Andy asked and Brittany’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” Brittany pulled her phone out and sent a quick text to Tommy.

Meanwhile, Amber’s heart was beating frantically. She didn’t tell her dad the official answer the doctors gave them yesterday. She hadn’t even told him she was pregnant.

“Hey sweetie, Brittany wants us in the recording room, for the podcast,” Tommy tells Amber and she jumped down from her spot on the counter.

The duo walked up the stairs and Andy’s smile split his face when he saw his wife enter the room.

“So for those that don’t know, Brittany is technically my stepmother in law. And my beautiful wife just walked in with her dad just now,” Andy told the camera.

Amber went to stand next to Andy, and Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Dad, stand by Brittany,” Amber told him and he did as he was asked.

“What’s up sweetheart?” He asked, confusion on his face.

“So we wanted you both to be here when we showed you these,” Amber smiled and fished out the copies of the sonogram pictures from her purse that they had printed out specifically for Tommy and Brittany.

“We already have Addy’s sonogram pictures in her scrapbook,” Tommy looked up, confused why his daughter would be giving older pictures. Tears welled in Brittany’s eyes.

“No baby, look at the date,” She spoke and stood up to hug the couple. Tommy’s brown eyes zeroed in on the date and the grin he gave damn near took up his whole face.

“You’re pregnant again? This isn’t like some prank?” He asked and walked forward to give his daughter a hug, tears of his own in his eyes.

“Yeah dad. You’re gonna be a Poppa to another baby,” Amber’s eyes had tears of her own as she grasped Andy’s left hand with her own. Their wedding rings glistened in the light.

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Gateway Drug | Part Forty-Two

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I had miscarried a week before the four month mark, and despite the large amount of stress I was under, I was told my body showed signs of preparing to discard the pregnancy, anyway, and it was estimated there hadn't been a heartbeat for almost a week prior.

I planned on telling Nikki before my stomach grew to an obvious size, but I managed to keep it under the radar and it just looked like I was gaining some weight.

Andy had taken me, in and out at consciousness, to the hospital after Nikki's blue color started to miraculously subside and he decided it was better to keep the freshly overdosed heroin junkie away from anyone who could notify authorities.

A D&C was performed, I was given hospital-issued pajama pants since I wasnt wearing any, told not to use tampons, insert anything into my vagina or have sex for two weeks, and I was sent on my way.

"I-I heard the nurse say something about a failed pregnancy." Andy tells me, hesitantly, as we head back to the apartment to see if Nikki's still there.

"They thought it might have been one, but I told them I wasn't pregnant and they decided it was a serious spell of period cramping." I reply.

"You don't fucking pass out from a period cramp, Vivian."

"I passed out because I was in shock from Nikki being blue." I argue.

"That was a lot of blood to be--"

"Andy, until you have a uterus that sheds once a month, you don't get to make the rules as to what's a normal amount of period blood and what isn't." I cut him short and he sighs out.

"Got it, Viv."

When we get back to the apartment, it's empty.

The Rat is gone, and Nikki's gone.

"Do you think he's back at the hotel?" Andy asks me and I pray in my mind he is.

"Maybe he is." I tell him.

I have to give it to Andy, he managed to get Nikki breathing again while simultaneously trying to get me to regain consciousness...all while on heroin himself.

Vince killed his drummer, and he still saved Vince's bassist.

I get back to the hotel, Doc interrogating the front desk, demanding to know where I went and if she's seen me recently.

"Doc, chill out." I tell him, rubbing my eyes and he sees me and relief washes over him.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" He shouts at me. "I was about to call the cops, Vivian!"

"I know, I'm sorry, I just had to go to the doctor for lady issues." I tell him and he looks at me like I've lost my mind, looks at Andy and throws his hands up.

"All you kids are fucking impossible, holy shit!" He calls out, stepping to the elevator.

I turn to Andy, smiling tiredly up at him.

"Thank you for helping Nikki." I tell him.

"I'd do it ten times over, Viv." He replies.

I try my hardest to memorize him, snapping a mental picture of his soft smile, his liner smudged eyes, his clothes...preparing for this being the last time I ever see him, because at the rate he's going, he'll be dead in a couple years.

Tears blur my vision, but never break over my lashes, and I hug him to me.

"Take care of yourself." I tell him calmly. "Please."

"Oh, I'll be fine." He replies, squeezing me back.

When we pull away, his hands hold at either side of my face.

"Keep your head clear." He tells me one last time and I nod.

To this day I still hear him in my mind when I'm overwhelmed.

"Keep your head clear."

I get up to the room to pack, thinking of what the hell to say to Nikki.

He's getting out of the shower when I get in, bruises covering him from where he was hit with the bat, and his chest is bruised from CPR.

I decide not to say anything, ignoring him when he tries to talk to me.

"Baby." He states, realizing I'm purposely ignoring him.

I just fold my dirty clothes up and put them in my bag.

"Vivian." He tries again. "I really don't need you to be pissed at me about this, Viv."

Again, I don't say a word.

I try to head to the bathroom before he's grabbing at my arm, stopping me.

"I over did it, I know I did. I'm sorry, alright? Just please talk to me."

"I'm going back home." I tell him and he looks shocked before his face suddenly scrunches up.

"What?"

"I am going back to L.A." I repeat.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not hanging around to see you pick up where you left off before you nearly died, Nikki, and I know that the second we get to the next city, you'll be pinpointing a dealer as soon as possible." I state.

"I--Viv, I made a mistake, I understand that I made a bad call." He tries to reason with me before snatching my shirt out of my hand before I can pack it. "Will you listen to me?"

"Why? You never listen to me." I hiss at him and his eyes glass over in tears.

Instead of yelling at me, or arguing, he puts my shirt in my bag for me, and helps me pack the rest of my stuff before he gets dressed and gets his own stuff together. "I just want to go home." I finally tell him, feeling a little guilty for being mean to him after what happened to him.

"I know." He says lowly, sitting next to me on the bed. "I just don't want you to."

"I'll only be a phone call away, and the tour will be over in less than a month and you'll be back in no time." I point out.

"Yeah, I guess." He replies.

"Just, please, be careful." I plead, grabbing his hand.

He looks at me and nods a little.

"I will, Viv. I promise." He assures me.

It was bullshit. Two days after that, he was hanging out with Tommy, Rodger Taylor and Robin Zander, at dinner and when lines of power rails of coke were offered to them, Nikki snorted all of it on his own.

But I wasn't worried about Nikki. I prayed for him before I left London and that was that.

I bombard Steven when I see him by Duff's car in the parking lot, wrapping my arms around him tightly, nearly crying tears of joy.

"Have you gotten taller?" I tease, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair.

"Nah, maybe you're getting shorter." He replies as I put my bag in the trunk.

"Short-stop." I shoot at him.

"Firecrotch." He replies without missing a beat and I can't help but laugh.

"You've been hanging around Izzy too much." I point out, getting into the car.

When we get to their apartment, I set my bag on floor by the door and look around at the shithole it is.

"The guys are out, I'm about to go see if I can find 'em if you wanna come." Stevie offers.

I shake my head a little, already knowing how I want to spend my night.

"No, thank you, just wanna shower and get settled." I explain, and he nods.

"You're gonna have to air dry because we don't have towels, and we don't have hot water." He adds. "Also, pee in the shower if you gotta pee because we don't have a toilet anymore."

"What about if I need to do the other?" I ask him and he rubs his lips together.

"We usually just do that in our friend's apartment down the hall. Apartment 205." He informs me and I raise my brows but don't say a word.

"Got it." I reply.

"Alright, well, I'm out." He tells me.

"Okay, see you later tonight." I reply, shutting the door behind him.

I turn to face the mess that is their apartment and I take a breath and get started.

I'm just getting out of the shower by the time I hear the front door open and close, and I hold my arms over my chest and peak my head out of the bathroom, seeing Duff's lanky frame in the kitchen, the only light is from the small lamp on the floor in the living room.

"Hey." I tell him, and he turns around, brows raised.

"Oh, shit, hey." He chuckles off his startledness. "Are you done with your shower?" He asks and I nod.

He's stepping to me, his hand holding out a cheap towel.

"Steven said you were crashing here tonight so I went and got some things...I knew you'd appreciate a towel." He tells me and I chuckle, grateful for his consideration as I step back into the bathroom to wrap up in the towel and step back out to my bag to get pajamas. "I got some shitty sheets for that mattress." He motions to the one bedroom. "And a blanket because we don't have any."

"How do you guys stay warm then?" I ask and he shrugs.

"We usually go home with girls who have blankets." He chuckles and I shake my head a little. "At least they do. Anymore I come back and crash here." He adds. "Also, thank you for cleaning." He notices the much more organized and clean apartment I'd been working on ever since Steven left three hours ago. "Which brings me to my last purchase I know you would need." He puts a can of disinfectant spray on the counter next to the blanket and sheets and I can't hold back to laugh that comes when I see it. "I suggest using the whole can."

"I'm planning on it don't worry." I chuckle as he takes can of spray and the sheets into the bedroom.

I'm assuming to spray down the mattress and put the sheets on.

I dry off and towel dry my hair before slipping on a pair of pajama shorts and a Crüe band tshirt.

Once I'm done in the bathroom, I see Duff sitting on the couch with his bass and I sit beside him as he goofs off with it for a couple minutes before I point to a note his finger is on.

"What's that?" I ask him, curiously.

"J." He tells me and I furrow my brows a little.

"There's a 'J' note on bass?" I ask and he nods, his expression serious for a moment before he cracks into a smile. "Duff, I'm serious." I push at his shoulder lightly and he chuckles.

"I don't know what note it is." He tells me.

"Bullcrap." I state.

"I'm being serious. I don't know a single name of any of the notes."

"You play by ear?!"

"Yep."

"Why?!"

"I just wanted to play bass. I didn't want to learn it step by step. It's obviously working out for me the way I do it now, so." He shrugs. "Is that not what Nikki does?"

"Yeah...but he's Nikki I don't expect him to know all of it. He sticks to the same template of decently easy notes in every song anyway because he's too fucked up to remember anything elaborate." I tell him and he chokes a little, looking at me.

"That's mean." He points at me.

I think about it for a second and sigh out.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just tired and moody I guess." I mumble, running a hand through my hair.

"Do you need to go to bed?" He asks me.

"Probably." I admit, seeing it's 1:17am on their crooked wall clock, standing up and stretching.

I look towards the bedroom, then to Duff and back to the bedroom before sitting back down.

"What is it?" He asks me.

"I'll just chill here with you for a few more minutes." I tell him.

"Okay."

I lay down, my legs curling to my chest as the top of my head brushes against the side of his thigh, my eyes closing.

I'm probably asleep for another hour before I'm being woken up.

"Viv." Duff slowly shakes me awake and I groan a little, blinking up at him.

"C'mon, I'm helping you to bed." He tells me and I nod sleepily, taking his hands as he helps me up.

I'm half asleep when I fall to the matress on the floor and he chuckles at me grabbing the blanket to cover me up.

"You good?" He asks me after covering me up and I nod. "Okay, I'm crashing on the couch if you need anything."

"Sleep in here." I tell him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up a little.

It's obvious he's thinking really hard about the invitation.

"Please?" I ask. "I don't like sleeping alone."

He thinks about it for a moment longer before getting his boots off, laying down beside me as far away as possible, not even taking his jacket off.

"Goodnight, Viv." He says.

"Goodnight." I barely mumble back.

This is where the very strict "friends" line that separated Duff and I began to slowly blur, and I despised myself for it.

I'm tired, but I can't bring myself to sleep, turning to face Duff.

I wonder if he's asleep.

"Duff?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" He replies.

He's laying on his back with an arm tucked behind his head, the other across his abdomen.

I think about how he kissed me, and how did it like he meant it, openly and honestly, and I freaked out over it.

And why?

Because of Nikki?

I remember the reminiscent feeling I got with Duff, when he made his drunk move, mirrored how I felt when Nikki first made his five years ago.

My eyes go back to the blonde beside me, the temptation to either scare him away or draw him in more is pulling at me strong.

"Take your jacket off." I say to him lowly and he looks at me in the dark of the room, the only sliver of light coming from the neon glowing lights of the strip.

"Viv." He says it like he knows what I'm thinking he's begging me not to because he couldn't possibly resist.

I sit up getting on my knees, pulling my tshirt over my head and discarding it.

"Shit." He mumbles to himself, sighing out as I crawl to him.

All it takes is my leg swinging over his hips to straddle him and he's caving.

He doesn't dare make a move to touch me, probably trying to decide if this is real or not, until I'm pressing my lips against his, moaning softly as my nipples gently rub against the fabric of his clothes.

My hands grab either side of his unzipped jacket, pulling him up to a sitting position, pushing the leather from him, he discards the jacket across the room and my hands run down his arms to his wrists to guide his hands to my hips as I slowly start rocking against his groin as my forehead rests against his, my breath catching in my throat as pleasure sparks through me.

"Fuck, Viv..." he breaths out, finger tips lightly pressing into the flesh of my hips.

Pull up on the bottom of his shirt, leaning into him when it's off, feeling his skin against mine as our lips meet once more before I'm running my tongue along his bottom lip to give him the hint.

His hands move to my ass, guiding the slow, needy movements of the junction of my thighs against the hardness in his pants.

Our tongues tangle together as he moves one of his hands up to run his thumb against my nipple.

I whimper, the ache in my core growing stronger as he gets comfortable and shifts from being shy and acting like he doesn't know what to do, to complete dominance, pushing me onto my back, my hair hanging off the foot of the bed.

He takes his pants off as I pull at my shorts, rubbing my thighs together, looking up at him as he gives me a happy smile, pressing his lips to my ankle, working his way up inch by inch, worshipping me with each caress, each kiss, each move.

He's running his tongue against my clit, eliciting another moan from me, my back arching as my hands fall into his blonde hair.

When he hits a certain spot, I gasp, my eyes nearly watering.

"Right there, please, Duff." I quietly whine out a beg.

He listens, continuing to move his tongue against me, causing me to resort to shallow breaths as pleasure builds.

One of his hands goes to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, only encouraging me to grind into his face with his slow, savoring, pace.

I'm coming before realizing it, my toes curling, his name catching in my throat as I arch my back.

He looks like he's about to go back for seconds but I'm sitting up and pulling his lips to mine before taking my hand and wrapping it around his prick.

The thought of it inside of me sends me into overdrive and he groans out as I run my thumb over his tip, my thigh hooking around him as my legs spread, wanting him inside of me.

I fall back on the matress taking him with me as our lips stay locked, and both of his hands are on either side of my head as we break our kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks me. "I mean really sure. I don't want to hurt you, Viv, I--"

I cut him short, giving him reassuring kiss before looking up at him again.

He nods, as if convincing himself to disrespect Nikki and our marriage as he jerks himself off a couple of times before placing his head at my entrance.

He slowly pushes himself in, and by the time he's in as far as my body has room for him to be in, he's grasping the blanket we're on, under his hands, obviously trying to keep his control.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, giving me time to adjust to him.

I don't answer, my hands pushing at his sides to get him to pullout of me, and he thinks I want him off of me, nearly moving completely out of me before I'm wrapping my legs around him, causing him to push back into me.

The feeling forces a loud, wanton, nearly pornish sound from me and he realizes I want him to keep going.

He smiles to me, kissing me again while pulling out and thrusting back into me, gently.

"Duff," I start, breathing out.

"Y-Yeah?" He asks, stopping suddenly.

"I'm not gonna break." I tell him with a shy smile as a subtle hint to screw me into the mattress.

He's chuckling a little, loosening up, before thrusting into me a little faster, rougher, and harder.

"Fuck, Duff!" I can't control myself, my nails screaming against the skin of his back as his length moves inside of me addictively.

He repeatedly hits against my tender cervix, and the thought of him finishing inside of me is fucking crazy but nearly primal.

"You feel so fucking good." He tells me, his cigarettes laced breath adding to the comfort of him pulling pressing his body against mine, taking my lower lip between his teeth.

My fingers curl into his blonde hair, my nipples aggressively move against him with his desperate pace.

"I'm gonna come." I tell him, my eyes closing, my lips slightly opened as tremors course through me.

I cry out so loudly he has to put his hand over my mouth incase any of the guys are home.

Tears roll down my face as he picks up the pace, chasing after his high with my legs locked around him.

"I love you." He tells me, his lips brushing against mine.

"I love you, too." I say back, my hand going between my legs to play with my clit to try have another hit before he finishes.

His hand is moving mine out of the way and rubbing at me far better than I can in my love-high state.

More of my juices flood onto him as my brain fills with more endorphins, my eyes heavy with a floating high.

"I'm about to come." He tells me.

"Come in me." I tell him, hazily, not thinking clearly.

"Viv, I--"

"Please, I wanna feel it, Duff. I wanna feel you." I beg, arching into him, pulling his hips into mine with my thighs.

He doesn't argue, cursing out as streams of his cum pump into me.

He doesn't get off of me until he's finished, the both of us laying in silence as nausea forces it's way through me.

I'm sitting up, throwing up, my body sweating and my face soaked with tears.

I realize I'm throwing up on the living room's stained carpet as Duff startles awake from where he fell asleep beside me on the couch.

Izzy's passed out on the floor on the other side of the coffee table and I look at the clock to see it's 5:00am.

"Viv, are you alright?" Duff asks me, but all I hear in the sound of his voice is the terrifying idea that I just dreamt up an entire fantasy about him that seems so unbelievably realistic, that if he weren't still fully dressed, jacket and boots included, I would swear it actually happened.

My heart sinks to my stomach.

I need Nikki.

It was one hell of a foreshadow.

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You Don’t Want My Love - Chapter 5

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Summary: Guns n Roses hires a new tour assistant, but nobody thought that Duff would fall for her.

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It was a bright sunny day in Los Angeles when Y/N got inside a taxi to go back on tour with Guns n Roses.

The so-called one-month pause became two as soon as Nikki Sixx, the bassist of Mötley Crüe, overdosed and the whole band had to go to rehab, leaving Guns hanging without a band to open for.

She still remembered when Tom called her telling her that they had lost the contract and that the band was feeling very down. However, Aerosmith showed up with a golden opportunity, they wanted Guns to open for them on the European leg of the tour. 

So here she was, on her way to the airport to meet with five crazy rockers who, as much as she disliked to admit, she had missed a lot.

These two months out of the road were great for her. She spent the holidays with her family in North Dakota and visited her friends in L. A and finally helped Rose with a part of the rent for the apartment.

She also enjoyed her time doing one of the things she loved the most: go to the beach and get a good old suntan. That was the best part about living in L.A in her opinion, the whole year felt like summer, completely different from the snowy and cold winter in North Dakota.

One week before going back on tour she attended an appointment at her favorite hairstylist, renovating its locks that were now quite long. Giving herself a spa day before going back to the bus’ couch, as Tom would go with them on tour again.

These two months also allowed her to think a lot about Duff. In the first days she was feeling blue, the way he spoke to her during that afternoon and how he didn’t talk to her after that hurt. He even switched places with Steven on the plane back to L.A, just so he didn’t need to sit beside her.

During December she questioned herself about what had she done that could’ve let him so angry at her, but after spending two weeks away from Los Angeles, she got to focus on other things, and following her mom’s advice she decided to give time to time and see how things would.

Izzy helped her with that process too, they crossed paths one day at a park, she went there with her friend’s nephew as she was babysitting and he was skating there. The two of them talked for a few hours and he told her that Duff was just in a bad week, that she shouldn’t take it personally, which made her lose that guilty feeling she was having.

Guilty and Sad, that’s how she was feeling in the beginning. But now she had convinced herself that whatever she had felt for Duff was over. She told herself plenty of times she just felt like that because she was feeling lonely and he had been nice to her.

So now, arriving at the airport, she was 100% sure that she’d look at Duff and her heart wouldn’t skip a bit. They’d talk and she wouldn’t stutter or blush and things would go as they were meant to be.

Walking through the crowd of people inside the airport she finally spotted a tall fuzzy blonde head. Duff. They were just a few meters away from her, making a smile appear on her face.

“Y/N!” Steven shouted waving, not sure if she had seen them.

She raised her hand waving back at him.

“Hello, fellas.” She placed her bags on the ground stopping in front of them.

“Wow, look at you, all tanned!” Slash exclaimed, opening his arms and walking towards the girl to get a hug.

“You know, every time I was about to put a shirt on, I listened to your voice saying that they were the biggest expression of my bad taste.” He said when they let go of each other, smiling at her.

“So you stopped wearing them?” She tilted her head while smiling.

“Nope.” He turned around showing the back of this t-shirt, where “Fuck off I’m out” could be read.

She shook her head, giggling a little.

“I want a hug too!” Steven popped up beside her, involving her in a bear hug, lifting off the ground. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Stevie.” She giggled.

“Do you want a hug too?” She looked at Izzy, smirking.

“No.” He said and the two of them laughed. 

“Well, I want one.” Duff showed up in front of her, opening his arms.

She hesitated for a second, but moved forward and wrapped her arms around his body. 

When he involved her, a certain electricity ran through her body and she wanted to never let go of him. He smelled of cigarettes and cologne though she could smell a small hint of vodka, as if it had stayed in his jacket after he washed it. 

He lowered his head to hers and said close to her left ear. “I’m sorry for being an asshole with you.” His voice was low, as if he was sharing a secret that only she could know about.

The sound caused goosebumps on her body, as she answered in almost a whisper. “It’s okay.”

They let go of each other and suddenly she realized that they had been hugging each other for quite a while, since Tom had arrived and they didn’t even notice.

Duff moved away rubbing the back of his neck, starting some conversation with Slash.

“Hey, Tom! How were your holidays?” She gave him a quick embrace before stopping beside Steven, who hugged her from beside and rested his face on her shoulder.

“It was good, I was missing the kids already.” He smiled tenderly.

“You have kids? I didn’t know that.” She moved one arm away from Steven's grip so she could hug him back.

She looked down and thought that he looked just like a child when they’re bored and start to get sleepy.

“Yes, I do. Here,” He took his wallet out of the blazer’s pocket, showing her some small pictures he had in it. “this is Jenna, she’s 10,” He pointed to a ginger girl with lots of freckles. “and this is Brian, he’s 6.” He showed a boy wearing a baseball hat.

“They’re adorable, Tom! I can’t even imagine how hard it must be for you to be away from them all the time.” Y/N smiled at him seeing that he truly loved the kids.

“Yeah, it’s difficult, but it’s a part of the job. It’s thanks to my absence that they’ll be able to go to college.” He put his wallet back in the pocket and adjusted his glasses.

“You’re a good father, Tom.”

He grinned at her words.

“You really are. Can I meet the kids someday?” Steven asked, lifting his head off of her shoulder. 

“When the tour is over, let’s have dinner together. I’ll take them and Martha along.” He grabbed his bags from the ground.

“Sure! That’d be cool.” Steven smiled, letting go of Y/N.

“Anyway. Where’s Axl? We need to be on the plane line in 15 minutes.”

“He’s late.” Izzy showed up lighting up a cigarette.

“Not so late,” Duff said, pointing towards the other side of the airport. 

Y/N looked and at first, she couldn’t see anything, but then some ginger locks in a flannel shirt showed up. 

“You’re late.” Tom said, starting to walk towards the line. 

“Sorry, Erin was keeping me busy… if you know what I mean.” He smirked.

“Jesus.” Y/N made a disgusted face while following Tom.

Inside the plane, she found herself in a seat between Steven and Slash. Duff, Izzy and Axl on the other side of the corridor while Tom was sitting one line ahead, beside an old lady.

“Oh man, I wish I could bring Ana with me.” Slash complained.

“Who’s Ana?” Y/N asked smirking.

“My python. I bought her last month.” He smiled turning towards her.

“You mean a snake?” She widened her eyes. 

He nodded.

“You have a snake as a pet?” She shivered under the thought, she was terrified of snakes.

“Yes, they are lovely creatures.”

“I’m scared to death of them.”

“No way! But they’re nice!” He turned his body towards her a little, ready to start an argumentation.

“I grew up on a farm, Slash. One of them passed right in front of my feet when we were plowing the land.”

“Did it bite you?” He moved his hair away from his face, lifting an eyebrow at her.

“Well...no.”

“Then why are you scared? They aren’t violent animals. They just attack if you scare them. Dogs kill more people per year than snakes.” 

She paused for a second. “Yeah, you’re right. But still, I don’t think I’ll ever visit your house now.”

He giggled. “Do you have any pets?”

“We always had lots of dogs. They’re easy to train and help you with some chores.” He nodded at her. “I have a cat. Though I don’t know if I could call him mine yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I left him in ND when I moved to L.A. I just see him when I visit my parents now.”

“What’s his name?”

“Thomas.”

Slash laughed. 

“What?”

“Thomas, you know?” He laughed harder.

Y/N frowned at him, not understanding.

Then Slash pointed to the seat in front of him, where Tom was sitting. 

She looked at Tom, then at Slash, then at Tom again and finally understood. Her cat had the same name as Tom. 

Y/N laughed, she had never stopped to realize that until now.

Out in the distance, she didn’t see Duff looking at her and smiling when she laughed. 

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Arriving in London, they followed up with their normal activities. Did the soundcheck, had an interview and went backstage to get ready.

“Do you think I should tease my hair?” Axl asked Izzy who simply shook his head as a response.

“God, I’m nervous,” Duff said walking back and forth inside the room. “I need more vodka.”

“No more drinking, you need to calm down.” Y/N pointed at him, then pointing to a black couch at the end of the room, meaning that he should sit down.

“That’s why I need vodka, love.” He walked past her, going after more booze.

The nickname made her cheeks burn and she tried her best not to smile.

“Fuck, I’m nervous too.” Slash said.

“Why are you guys so nervous? You’ve done lots of gigs like this before.” She asked, frowning.

“No, we haven’t, Y/N,” Izzy said, sitting on the couch while looking for his cigarettes. “We’re in another country, a whole different crowd.”

“It’s our first time outside from home.” Duff said, reappearing in the room and sitting beside Izzy.

“Plus, It’s Aerosmith, fuck! We can’t fuck this up.” Steven added, while trying to choose a t-shirt. “Y/N. The black or the white one?” He showed her the two blouses.

“The black one.” She pointed with her pen. “You guys just need to breathe, everything will go fine. I’m sure about it.” She smiled at them, trying to calm their nerves. 

“Shit, I think I’m gonna freak out.” Duff exclaimed, drinking almost half the bottle down. 

“Not now. I need you good okay?” Axl crouched in front of him. “Just take long breaths, it’s no big deal.”

Axl started breathing slowly, soon being followed by Duff, that seemed to get calmer.

“Guys, you have to go. You’re in in five minutes.”  She said looking at her wristwatch.

“Fuck! I’m not ready yet!” Axl complained, rushing towards their bags looking for his clothes as he was still in his travel clothing. 

“Oh, God, not today!” Izzy rolled his eyes, starting to smoke the third cigarette.

“What do you want to wear tonight?” She asked, sitting on the floor beside him. 

“My leather pants and the leather waistcoat.” He looked at her. “Find them and I’ll find the shoes and my bandana.” 

Moving to Axl’s second bag she started looking inside, throwing some of the clothes on the ground. “Got the pants!” She yelled, throwing them in his direction. 

“Not this one! I want the cowboy leather pants.” Axl complained.

“Axl!” Izzy interjected. 

“Fine, fine!” He lifted his hands in surrender.

After a few minutes, he was ready, running down the corridors while putting his sneakers on. 

“You should watch the gig,” Steven said. “You’ve never watched one.”

“That’s because I always have to organize your mess.” She giggled a little.

“No, seriously, I think you’d like it.” 

Thinking for a second she answered shrugging. “Why not?” 

“Yeas!” He smiled before getting onstage. 

Finding some equipment boxes on the side-door of the stage, she climbed on a big one, sitting on it and placing her agenda on her side. 

The gig started and she understood why everybody was getting crazy about them. 

Axl moved around as if he had eaten batteries for breakfast, jumping, running, screaming and singing. His voice was incredible and he was fierce, just what you need for a frontman.

Slash had lost all his shyness. Dancing, jumping and playing like a god. Every note that left his guitar sounded magical, precisely right. And even though she couldn’t see his face, she could tell that he loved doing that.

Izzy was like a black cat in the night, that you just notice if you pay attention. He moved around calmly, playing his guitar and singing the backing vocals so peacefully, as if he was born to do that. 

Steven, well, now she understood why they called him popcorn. His hair bounced up and down as his head accompanied the drums he was playing. He smiled and sang along and if he could, she was sure he’d get up and dance to the songs.

But nobody caught her eyes like Duff did. The velocity with which he moved his fingers, the way his head kept up with the beat of the song. The way he walked so majestically with his long legs crossing the stage in a few seconds.

He was beautiful, a masterpiece in her opinion. And she knew that there was no use in trying to fight, she was already in love with him. 

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After the gig, they did the check-in in the hotel, taking a quick shower before stopping in a restaurant for dinner. 

Joining two tables together, they sat down. Tom and Izzy taking the borders, Axl, Slash and Steven taking one side while Y/N and Duff took the other.

It was a simple restaurant, nothing fancy, and as they talked and ate Y/N couldn’t help but feeling like she was having dinner with old friends of hers.

“So I get home and grandma is complaining that Axl was sleeping on her couch and that she wants him out of the house.” Slash was telling a story about when Axl used to sleep in his basement.  

“I go downstairs and say ‘Axl, you have to find somewhere else to stay, bro’ and he’s like furiously throwing his things inside this backpack while giving me an angry look.”

Axl was laughing at this point.

“We got in my mom’s car and I started driving him towards the place where Izzy was crashing and I was like ‘Why did you sleep on her couch, dude? I had told you not to do that!’ and he looks at me with that ‘I’m gonna kill you look’, he opens the door and jumps out of the car!”

“What?” Y/N asked.

They were all laughing.

“I was pissed.” Axl answered.

“Pissed? None of us saw you for three days!” Slash added while Duff wiped some tears away from his eyes. 

“I needed time to calm down.” Axl replied calmly, still smiling as he lifted his glass to drink from it. 

“This is the best story you guys ever told me!” She said after she stopped laughing.

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Leaving the restaurant they started walking towards the hotel, they all went in front, leaving Duff and her behind.

It was a cold night in London and Y/N had definitely forgotten that their winter was actually cold.

A cold breeze got her when she turned a corner and she shivered, hugging herself. Her sweater was definitely not enough for a night like that. 

“Here.” She looked to her side and saw Duff taking off his leather jacket and handing it to her.

“You don’t have to.” 

“Y/N. Take the jacket.” He smiled at her.

She took it, her cold fingers touching his warm hand slightly. 

Putting the jacket on she realized it was big on her, the smell of his cologne mixed with Marlboro hit her nostrils and she hugged the jacket closer to her body, wishing that it was him who was involving her. 

A few minutes passed by and they finally reached the hotel. Entering the lobby the warmth welcomed them in and she smiled. 

“On which floor are you?” Duff asked.

“Fourth.” She started to take the jacket off. 

“I’m on the sixth.” 

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled. “Thanks for the jacket, Duff.”

“It’s ok.”

They stopped for a second, looking at each other almost as if they were in trance. 

Duff put a lock of her hair behind her ear and licked his lips.

“Y/N.” Tom’s voice cut the atmosphere, making her jump slightly and look in his direction. “Are you coming?” He pointed to the elevator.

“Yeah, just a sec.” 

Looking at Duff again, she gave him a small smile. “Good night, Duff.”

He leaned down, lightly kissing her cheek. “Good night, Y/N.” 

Getting in her room she quickly changed into some comfy pajamas. She stopped in front of the bathroom mirror when brushing her teeth and soon realized that she was smiling.

Her face seemed to be tickling where his fingers had brushed ever so delicately over. And she could still feel the warmth of his lips against her skin.

“Oh, Y/N. You are so fucked now.” She said to herself, walking towards the bed and jumping on it. 

She laid there, but she couldn’t sleep, his face and voice filling her mind along with the memories of him playing onstage. 

Her hair, which had stayed inside the jacket during the walk to the hotel, was smelling like him.

She turned around, facing the illuminated building in front of the hotel while smiling.

Yes, she was fucked. But she was feeling so happy that she couldn’t even get mad at herself for feeling like this. 

[devil-in-those-eyes]

What’s Gotten Into You? Roger Taylor!Ben Hardy Part 1

Oh my god, please go easy on me, this is my first Roger!Ben imagine and i’m slowly dying because I’m reading everyone’s imagines and smuts and i’m in total awe but I just discovered Ben Hardy and I need an outlet lmfao. 

Summary: Roger and Y/N are incredibly close and she is the only girl he has never had sex with because they are best friends. But when Y/N finally meets the rest of the band, the boys realize that Roger is in love with her.

Roger-

           “Wait,” John lifted a hand, pausing the conversation we were already having, “so, you haven’t slept with this girl, am I hearing you correct?”

           I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my pint, “Yes, Deaky, you heard me correct.”

           Brian’s eyes shut and he shook his head, rearing back at my words that I had been repeating over the last hour because all three of my friends were fucking morons. John stood beside me with Brian and Freddie in front of us, all four of us had a beer in our hands while the UNI bar was slowly filling up because it was a Friday night and Fridays were always busy. For once, we didn’t have a show to play at this bar but I promised the boys that I’d finally bring them around Y/N and this was her favorite spot to drink after a long day. It used to be our spot before I quit school to become a full time drummer.

           “So, you really haven’t slept with her?” Brian asked, “you’ve never kissed her?”

           “Nope,” I answered, popping the ‘p’ and smirking, even Freddie began to look concerned but it only made this more entertaining for me.

           “Never had a late night and you crossed the boundary?” Freddie asked. John’s eyes narrowed in at me, looking at me like I had lost three heads. I shook my head while smirking behind the rim of my glass, I really hadn’t done anything more than cuddle Y/N and kiss her shoulder, all of that was out of friendly gestures. We were touchy, but neither of us crossed a boundary or line and we liked it that way.

           “Is she ugly?” John asked, earning a smack from Brian so he cowered and raised his hands in surrender, “I’m just asking, I mean the guy screws anything with boobs.”

           I shrugged because he was completely right.

           “Are you in love?” Freddie asked. Normally the question was meant for softer and sweeter words but as Freddie asked them, it sounded as if he were concerned that I was in love with her because we all knew my track record with relationships consisted of nothing more than one night stands.

           Yes, I loved her. But I loved her like my best friend. I loved her like I loved these three idiots. And yes, she was utterly gorgeous and always knocked me on my ass when I saw her, but she was just my best friend. She deserved a lot more than a guy that had a wandering eye.

           “So, where is she?” Brian asked, looking around us as if he knew what she looked like.

           I felt my chest tighten. It was like a sixth sense when it came to Y/N, so I turned my head just in time to see her grinning face. As she maneuvered through the crowds, heading towards me, I saw the black skirt and navy long sleeve t-shirt that was tucked in, her hair falling over her shoulders in her natural wave. As she neared I put my beer on the bar top, ready for her to barrel into me.

           “Rog!” Her smile glowed and I felt my heart beat pick up at the sound of her voice.

           “There’s my girl,” I grumbled just before she leaped into my arms. Hers winded around my neck while mine instantly wrapped around her waist, laughing into her hair and nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck, smelling the fresh air and perfume.

           It had been a couple weeks since I had last seen her, only because she was busy with classes and I was busy with the band but as soon as I called her this morning and told her I wanted her to meet the bad, she promised she’d be there.

           She pulled away and stared into my eyes while her fingers got lost in my hair. I held her up so her toes just brushed the top of my feet and grinned at her, “You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

           Her cheeks flushed at my compliment. Her nose scrunched up as her eyes skated over my face and hair, “You need a hair cut.”

           I chuckled, “You’ve always loved my hair.”

           She tugged at the ends and smiled mischievously when I bit my lip. “Careful,” I grumbled lowly to her before leaning forward and kissing her cheek, feeling her shiver in my arms. Just because I’d never cross the boundary with her, didn’t mean I couldn’t push the boundaries just because I loved making her flush.

           One of the boys cleared their throat and I pulled back from Y/N just as she patted my chest, “We’re being rude.”

           I let her down onto the ground and she moved around me to see the three boys watching us intently. Y/N was my opposite, she was grounded and polite and I was sure the boys were expecting someone closer to my personality, someone who was probably more of an ugly groupie but instead they found Y/N. A natural beauty who grinned at them, offering her hand to them. “I’m Y/N.”

           Brian was staring at Y/N like she was a pleasant surprise. John was looking between me and Y/N, probably wondering how Y/N puts up with me. Freddie just smiled her way and skipped her hand, going straight for a hug and kiss on her cheek.

           “Lovely to meet you, darling.” Freddie said as he pulled away.

           I stood back, resting against the bar as John and Brian decided they liked Y/N enough to shake her hand and grin at her. After Brian asked her how she was doing, she answered swiftly but the boys attention was taken off of her when a glass smashed onto the floor a couple feet away and I took the moment to pull her to me, watching her eyes drift from the necklace I had around my neck and up my lips and finally on my eyes.

           “Want something to drink, sweetheart?” I asked, touching the curve of her hip.

           “If you’re buying,” she teased and my smirk turned into a full on grin.

           I turned towards the bar and flagged down the bartender, giving Y/N’s order without asking because I knew it by heart. We both knew each other’s beers of choice, how we liked our tea and what food we liked to have. I knew her like the back of my hand and she knew me like the back of her hand.

           “Are you going to ditch me tonight?” she asked, leaning into the bar while waiting for her drink.

           I smirked and rested my side against the bar, standing close to her. The boys faced us again but immediately went into a different conversation to give Y/N and I privacy to catch up for the next couple minutes. I just took the time to get close to her. It had been a while since I was able to relax and be around her, she made me calm and I was able to breathe and I loved that about her.

           “Scared I’ll find better company, Y/N?”

           Something about the way I grumbled her name lowly against the sound of the music and commotion in the bar made her head turn away from the bartender and look up at me. Her smile faltered but she covered it up quickly with a small shrug, “No, but I was counting on you to drive me home.”

           “I am all yours tonight, sweet girl.” I said just as the bartender passed her the beer.

           She took a sip, “Feel like dancing tonight, Taylor?”

           Dancing was where boundaries and lines were forgotten about and she was fully aware of what watching her dance did to me. “For you?” I asked, “I’d do anything to feel you against me.”

           She rolled her eyes, not giving me the reaction I normally got from sweet talking. That was one of the biggest reasons why I latched onto her, because she didn’t take any bullshit but fuck could she test our limits with that sweet and innocent smile. She moved away from the bar and nodded for me to follow her, I didn’t have to be told again.

           “So, you guys are the reason why I haven’t seen Rog in a while.” Y/N said to the boys, slipping into their conversation easily while I stood beside her, touching her lower back.

           “It’s not easy keeping him away from you,” John pointed out, raising his eyebrows at me and mentally reminding me of all the times I begged them to let me call her.

           “We deserve an award.” Freddie added.

           “Y/N this, Y/N that.” Brian rolled his eyes, earning a laugh from Y/N as her eyes swung up to me and I saw an embarrassed smile on her face.

           “Roger, I hadn’t realized you liked me that much.”

           “Anything is better than looking at their faces,” I teased.

           “Oh, I’m so touched.” She mocked, touching her chest with her hand. I laughed at her before she looked back at the boys, “so when is the next gig?”

           “Tomorrow night,” Brian answered, “here actually.”

           Y/N looked up at me, her smile a bit cracked. “You didn’t tell me.”

           “You’re normally traveling back home for the weekend,” I reminded her.

           “Oh trust us, darling, the man wants you to come but we gave us a full run down of what you do every weekend.” Freddie teased.

           “Careful, Freddie,” I said just as someone across the bar called for Y/N.

           Her head turned and so did I, wanting to see who was calling for her but realized I had no idea who it was. Y/N lifted her hand and touched my bicep, “That’s Nikki, I’m going to say hi.”

           “Sure,” I breathed, dropping my hand from her back.

           She looked at the boys, “Excuse me.”

           All the boys nodded and she walked away from us. I kept my eye on her until she made it to the group of friends. John hit my shoulder, “You’re in love.”

           “Excuse me?” I looked back at them. They all started nodding so I shook my head and chuckled, “That’s a load of bullocks.”

           “Either you’re in love with her and you’re lying to yourself, or you really are blind and don’t see it.” John raised his eyebrows at me while taking a sip of his beer.

           “You should see the way you look at her.”

           I looked at Brian, a bit shocked at where they were coming from but it was Freddie who spoke next, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much.”

           “I smile,” I argued.

           “No,” John drawled out while shaking his head, “it’s more of a I-hate-everyone-smile slash snarl.”

           I ignored them. “I’m not in love with Y/N.”

           They didn’t believe me one bit because all they did was raise their eyebrows and Brian muttered, “Whatever you say, Rog.”

           Y/N slipped up between John and I and touched his arm with a smile, “What did I miss?”

           “We were trying to convince Roger to get a hair cut.” Freddie answered without missing a beat.

           I drank the last of my beer before setting it down on the countertop and taking Y/N’s glass from her, “I was actually thinking about how I wanted to dance with you.”

           I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the small dancefloor. She laughed, “Roger, you’re friends!”

           I swung her under my arm before I gave a soft tug and pulled her into my body, “I don’t really care.”

           Her hand touched my chest and she rolled her eyes. The music was upbeat and fun and Y/N easily found the rhythm as she pushed her hands into my chest but I caught her hand in mine as she grinned mischievously again, “Then I guess we better get to it.”

           I pulled on her hand again but this time turned her so her back was pressed against my chest and her ass pressed to my crotch. I pressed my lips to her shoulder and heard her laugh as I started to move with her body against mine.

           We spent the rest of the night going between dancing and drinking and talking with my band. Y/N didn’t leave my side again and I didn’t dare to take my eyes off of her, especially when she was dancing. My friends’ words were stuck in my head every time I looked at her and suddenly the flutter I got in my chest whenever I heard her laugh had a deeper meaning. Whenever I found myself longing to make her laugh and be the center of my attention, my explanation I gave myself was no longer just because I loved her as a friend.

           “You didn’t have to walk me to my door,” Y/N spoke softly after we climbed the flights of stairs that led to her apartment, just outside of her main campus.

           She slid the key into the lock and I rested against the wall while she rested against the doorframe, looking at me. “Are you sure you’re alright to drive home?” she asked quietly, careful not to wake the neighbors.

           “I’m just exhausted,” I promised her. We both didn’t drink a lot tonight but I wasn’t getting a lot of sleep lately because our band was slowly getting more popular within the universities in England. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and I reached up to touch the side of her neck, “I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

           “It’s almost three, just stay the night.” She breathed out.

           It was a bad idea. Really, really bad. I was no where near drunk, not even tipsy, and we had spent the night together before but seeing as random feelings just popped up I didn’t think it would be a good idea. I started to argue but Y/N pulled on my hand and brought me inside, she shut the door and flicked the lock.

           “Is Roger Taylor nervous?” she teased gently. “Surely, the Roger Taylor isn’t nervous to spend the night at a girls apartment.”

           I chuckled and she took that as my giving in and turned around, taking off her heels in the darkness of her apartment. In less than ten minutes I was laying in her bed, waiting for her to finish getting ready for bed.

           She came into her bedroom and left the door slightly ajar and my eyes glued to her bare legs that snuck out from under cute little pajama shorts. With a sigh she crawled into bed and I lifted my arm, out of complete instinct, and watched as she curled up into my side. Her hand touched my bare chest and her head lay in the crook of my head.

           “Night, Roger.” She murmured, already half asleep.

           I kissed her forehead and felt her whole body relax and melt into mine, “Sweet dreams, love.”

[fluffyunicornofdanger]

Shellshock

A/N: I kinda, sorta combined two requests into one. They are pretty much the same, just a little different. Anyway, I want to thank @oscarwilde-hellyeah​ for editing it for me and giving me some solid writing advice. I can always use some. I should have another fic out tomorrow if I get my act together and finish writing it. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and requests are always open. You can request something here.

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Masterlist

Nikki Sixx x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous & @jennahughes18

Request:  Hey I saw you did a Nikki imagine that was based on a queen song ,, I was wondering if I could request that the reader is related to one of the members of queen and Nikki finds out and gets star struck 😂 sorry this is a weird request lol

May I request a oneshot where reader is dating Nikki Sixx and she is best friends with Queen, especially Freddie, one day Queen makes a suprise visit? I am curious about the reactions of Motley Crue. I am rambling at this point but I would be really happy if you can write something like this🧡

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Drinking, Language

The glass toppled over, shattering as it made contact with the floor. The brown liquid inside leaking out of it as the small shards of glass littered the floor. Vince cursed, throwing one of Tommy’s drum sticks at the man. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? That was a perfectly good bottle of whiskey!”

Tommy shrugged, ducking as Vince threw an empty beer can at him. Mick shook his head when the drummer took a seat next to him. 

“If Barbie throws something at me,” he glared at the younger man. “I’ll kill you.”

Y/n laughed as Tommy put his hands up in defense, but anything he was going to say to help his case wasn’t going to do him, not with Vince aiming his shoe at him. An odd silence fell over the group as a soft thud echoed around the room, the shoe missing its intended mark and hitting Mick instead. Before anyone could bat an eye, the drummer jumped over the couch and raced out of the room before Mick could get out a string of curses.

“You were saying something earlier,” Nikki started, walking towards the couch with a beer in his hand. Y/n nodded as he took a seat next to her, putting his arm loosely around her shoulders. “About some friends that are coming to visit.”

“Oh, great. More obnoxious people,” Mick comment, glaring at Tommy who stood outside the doorway, cautiously glancing in the room.

Nikki turned back to Y/n, seeing how music wasn’t going to be made with Tommy hiding in the hall. 

“Yeah, a couple of my friends from England are coming to L.A. and I thought it would be fun to catch up with them,” she smiled. “Maybe I could bring them by. They are musicians, after all, and everyone could probably learn something from each other.”

Nikki smiled, seeing how happy the idea made her. He wasn’t in any mood to have visitors, not when it was taking ages for them to get their next album done. If someone wasn’t late, then everyone was fighting, and if everyone wasn’t fighting, someone was missing. Normally, it was Vince and Tommy. If they weren’t throwing things at each other, they were screaming at each other, shouting insults until their voices faded to nothing. So, they didn’t need any more distractions. They already had plenty. 

But Nikki loved Y/n and, as much as he hated to admit it, she made him melt like butter. Growing up without any sort of love, it was weird for him. It was an experience that kept him on his toes as it was both unfamiliar and foreign. No matter how familiar he was with love, he knew that part of being in love was compromising and giving. He would give Y/n the whole world, the land, air, and sea, if he could. But since that couldn’t be done, no matter how behind the band was with the album, he was going to give her what she wanted; and if that was for her friends to stop by for a visit, then so be it. 

“That sounds like a great idea. Maybe they’ll teach us how to get along,” he stated, glaring at Vince and Tommy while he said it. Turning back to Y/n, he pulled her close. “What time are you gonna bring them around?”

She thought for a moment. Any conversation she had with them went seven different directions at once and it didn’t help that everyone tried to talk over each other. From what she could remember of their grumbled up conversations, they would be arriving in a few days. But who really knew?

 “I do believe I’m picking them up from the airport in a couple of days,” she told him. “I’ll probably bring them by that day if they’re willing.”

“I hope they’re hot!” Tommy exclaimed, poking his head in from the hallway, excitement shone in his eyes. 

Y/n laughed, shaking her head, almost as though she were laughing at an inside joke. “Oh, they sure are.” 

“Well anything’s cuter than you,” Mick pointed out, earning a laugh from everyone as  Tommy flipped him off.

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Nikki stopped in front of the studio door, sighing when he heard something crash. He hoped that it wasn’t an instrument. If it was, no one would hear the end of it--especially if it was the drums. Someone (they never found out who, though Nikki had a strong suspicion it was Vince) broke Tommy’s drums and the man sulked, complaining about it for weeks. Whenever somebody thought they’d heard the end of it, he’d bring it up again. 

Opening the door, Nikki was met with the sight of Tommy at one end of the room, holding a drumstick like a baseball bat, and Vince at the other with a small plastic ball. Raising a brow, he looked at the two, both too focused on whatever they were doing to notice him. Vince threw the ball and Tommy attempted to hit it, the lanky man lunging to the side and missing the ball by an inch, before landing on the coffee table that had most likely been moved for their little game. The table crumbled against the weight, Tommy landing on its remnants. Nikki shook his head, not bothering to deal with the two at the moment, and went to sit by Mick on the couch.

“How long have they been doing this?” he inquired, wishing he had a table to rest his feet on. But no, Tommy had to go and break the only one they had. 

Mick shrugged, his eyes closed. He’d probably been trying to drown the pair out since he’d arrived. “Too long.”

Tommy laughed, brushing pieces of the table off him as he got to his feet. Looking down at the mess that was once a table, he shook his head. It was clear that he didn’t care. The table would be missed for a good five minutes, but they would learn to live without it.

 “Where’s Y/n?” he asked, brushing his hair out of his face.

Nikki gestured for Vince to hand him a beer as the singer headed towards the case they bought a few days before. 

“She’s picking her friends up from the airport.” Vince tossed him the beer and bassist caught it, pulling a bottle opener out of his pocket. He popped the top off and took a long sip.

“Dude, why does she get to bring friends around but I don’t?” Tommy whined, taking a seat on the floor. 

“Maybe because she doesn’t go around breaking tables,” Vince suggested, motioning to the wooden shards that littered the floor

“You are the reason I broke that table.” Tommy said, gesturing to the table that laid in ruins a few feet from them. 

“It’s not just tables! You break everything!”

“Not true!”

Mick opened his eyes, glaring at them as their volume increased. “They act like they have friends.”

Nikki laughed, choking on his beer. 

“Yeah-” He coughed, clearing his throat. “-they do.”

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Heads turned as Y/n walked into the studio, her friends right behind her. All the friendly faces that normally greeted her whenever she stopped by, were twisted in confusion. She shrugged it off. That was quite the normal reaction she got when she went places with them. It wasn’t because they were some green alien, or because they were decked out in all the colors of the rainbow. They were just normal people, but their fame was almost forg,en to everyone. 

Y/n shook her head at those who were staring, hadn’t their mothers’ taught them that it was rude to stare? It would seem not, for they continued to do it. At least Nikki and the boys wouldn’t do that, she was sure of it. 

“The cats are doing just lovely, Y/n. They miss you terribly, though.” Freddie mentioned, earning a sad smile from the woman.

“I miss them terribly as well. Maybe I’ll come out a visit soon.”

“How many musicians record here?” Roger asked, running his hand through his hair, looking down the hallway they had entered that held at least 20 doors. He assumed that each had to lead into a studio.

She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Leading them to the end of the hallway, she stopped in front of one of the last doors. Opening it, she walked in and was met with dead silence as the people in the room dropped what they were doing. The drumsticks that Tommy had been twirling fell to the floor, his eyes widening. The rest of the boys weren’t much better. As Y/n surveyed them, it looked like Nikki had gone pale, all the color practically gone from his face, and Vince’s knuckles turned white as he tried to keep a strong hold on the drink in his hand. The only one that seemed unfazed was Mick, who hadn’t even turned around when she opened the door.

Looking back at the men behind her, they didn’t look much different. They eyed the other band up and down. The contrast in color-- in personality-- was clearer than the sky outside. The black Nikki, Tommy, and Mick wore clashed with the whites, blues, and yellows that Freddie, Brian, Roger, and John had on. The difference was almost enough to cause Y/n to take a step back, but she knew the differences between the two bands… she’d known for a long time.

“Um… so, these are my friends I was telling you about,” she tried to snap everyone out of their daze. All Nikki could do in response was blink. “This is Freddie, Brian, John, and-”

“Roger fucking Taylor!” Tommy interrupted. “That’s sick, man. Y/n needs to bring friends over more often.” 

The shock had clearly washed off him as he picked his drumstick up off the floor and was beaming like a child. Roger laughed, a smug grin appearing on his face. At least someone was appreciating his presence. 

Even Tommy’s carefree attitude did nothing to snap Nikki out of his daze. Y/n approached her boyfriend, rubbing his arm in an attempt to get him to look at her. “Nikki, are you all right?”

He nodded, looking down at her. The color slowly coming back to his face. 

“These are my friends, not some superstars like everyone else sees them as. They are just like you and the boys,” she assured him, hoping that it would help with the shellshock. “We all know that Tommy was expecting them to be hot, what were you expecting?”

“Dude, your friends are better than hot!” the drummer voiced, interrupting the conversation he had started with Roger. 

She shook her head, biting her lip, waiting for Nikki’s answer.

He sighed, blowing out air.

 “Definitely not Queen,” he said, looking at the band. Everyone laughed at his answer. That’s probably what most people would say.

“It’s alright darling,” Freddie told him. “We’re a lot to take in.”

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