#yet turns out and does the thing that he was worried of nikki doing

[piperslovebot]

Too Old To Trick-Or-Treat, Too Young To Die (T7S 3x04) || Hold My Hand (T9S 2x04)

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 110. brb x oc

a/n: good god we got to 110 chapters.......what the fuck am i doing.....and yet WE ARE NOT DONE HAH * laughs nervously *

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none. pure fluff

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“I can’t believe we’re having cherry pie at midnight.” Beatrice says, her legs resting on top of his thighs as the two sit on the couch, “And watching Peaky Blinders.” the gunshot that echoed from the tv didn’t even phase them, “And you got me flowers.”

“It’s been a while since I got you some.” he smirks, chewing his forkful as he rubs her calf, “How’s it though? Good?”

Beatrice stares at him as if he asked the dumbest question ever, “Good?You know, when you told me you could bake I thought ‘wow,he’s husband material alright.’.” she finishes her sentence with a giggle, moving her calf back and forth on his hold because she was so relaxed.

“And I am,aren’t I?”

“Of course you are.” she pokes his side with her foot, squeaking when he just grabs her ankle and traps her there, “You are the best husband that ever existed.”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed a soft red and he scratched the bridge of his nose sheepishly, avoiding her eyes for a second, “Anyway,” he says as he clears his throat, ‘How was work? Did Evelyn stay long?”

‘Honestly,” she gestures with her fork, looking at the ceiling, “It was so crazy, like, the amount of people,Roos. It’s like it tripled in a matter of months! It really was wild because me,Shells and Jessie had to switch spots every now and again while Penny stayed behind the counter! But it was really fun…oh! And Ev stayed for about…half an hour? Maybe, she didn’t plan on staying long to be honest, she just wanted to see everyone because she missed us…and to tell Jake she was fine, he kept messaging her.”

“Honestly that’s how I felt when I was away.” he murmured, rubbing her calf again, “I worried so much,gorgeous.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened as she looked at him, placing the empty plate on the coffee table - far enough from Jolene so she wouldn’t snatch a bite - and pushing herself to her knees. He already knew what was going after, so he set his plate aside as well and leaned back so she could sit on his lap, his sigh of relief once she does makes her smile, “You like me sitting on your lap?”

“Or on my face.” she gasps in shock, cheeks turning red, “Both are great for me.”

“Rooster.”

“Bea.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, eventually breaking into quiet laughter before their foreheads met, “...I know you worry about me.” she whispered, “And that you were even more worried because you were far away from me.” her hands gently cup his cheeks and brush her thumbs over his cheekbones, “I admit I was really nervous, I really was…but at least you came back soon and saw Nikki’s birth.”

His smile widens, “I did. It was the most magical thing ever.” he pauses “And the most terrifying one, seeing you passed out…was fucking scary, but at least everything went well.”

“And you were with me as Nikki grew into a healthy six months old baby.” she says, “...she’s six months old,Roos. Can you believe it? She’ll be one year old next year. Like…in a matter of months!”

“And I’ll be thirty nine.” he frowns a bit, “...Jesus.”

“You look great for a thirty nine years old man.” she counters, gently brushing her fingers on his temples, “You still look handsome as the first time I saw you…and you’ll get even better as you get older.” he huffs out a disbelieved laugh, but Beatrice is serious, “I swear, Roos you are so handsome. And you look at least in your early thirties.”

“Watch until I get my first gray hairs.”

‘You’ll be a silver fox.” she grins when he laughs, unabashedly and loud, his hands caressing her hips and down her thighs, “You know that. You know you’ll be absolutely handsome when you get older.”

Bradley’s smile softened because his wife was so incredibly sweet without even trying to. He leans up to meet her lips in a lazy kiss, one that was sweet and full of promise at the same time, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he smirks, “You’ll look even better too.”

Beatrice giggles, nuzzling his neck and letting him hug her waist, both of them going quiet after a while, the silence only breaking because of the gentle sound of rain coming from the outside. Beatrice loved this serenity and calmness whenever they were together, it was one of her favorite moments: just enjoying each other, with or without Nikki present, was amazing.

Whenever Nicole was around, their daughter liked to be almost sandwiched between them, gurgling giggles and wriggling against them, loving the attention from both of her parents. “...you know,Evelyn will be three months pregnant.” she muttered, “She might do a baby shower.”

Rooster blinked in surprise, “Evelyn? A baby shower? Really?”

“I know I couldn’t believe myself.” she laughs, “But it has something to do with her family coming over, especially both of her grandmas. She said it’ll be fun…she hopes.” Beatrice drops her head on his shoulder as his hand moves up and down her spine, following the line that went up to her neck then back down to her tailbone with the tips of his finger, “We didn’t do one for Nicole,did we?”

He arches his eyebrows with his eyes still on the tv, “We didn’t have to, people just gave us things without us even asking.”

“True.” she turns to watch the tv as well, seeing Tommy Shelby scream at someone who she couldn’t identify, “Would you want something like that?”

“Hm?”

“For our future kids? Like…a baby shower?” Beatrice’s question was hesitant, so much that Rooster tilted his head to look at her, arching his brow, “Well…we talked about having more.” and she felt stupid for thinking he’d be upset, or he’d tell her to ‘not think about that now’

It was Rooster for god’s sake.

“Do you want to? I mean,” he laughs softly, scratching his jaw, ‘Considering how everything went with Nicole, do we even need to?” 

“Well,good point.” she laughs, dropping her head on his chest as thunder rumbled above them, the rain gaining more force outside, “Maybe not,huh?”

“Think about it,” he begins while still rubbing her back, “We can use some of Nicole’s old clothes to the new kids.” he shrugs, “Recycling, reusing, I mean most of her clothes are gender neutral too, we don’t have to worry about that.”

Beatrice’s smile widened as she looked at his chest, her body feeling so light because of his words. Rooster was an incredible partner, almost unreal sometimes, and she felt he was feeling that more and more as time went by. Maybe he stopped blaming himself so much - finally- maybe he noticed he deserves to have the good things in his life without fearing the worst.

“I like that.” she murmurs, smelling his cologne as she buries her face into his shirt, “I really like that.”

“Are you sleepy?”

Was she? The yawn she tried to hold back was enough of an answer, making her laughter appear distorted when she managed to giggle at him, “A little.” she whispers, “I’m full and happy and warm…and I don’t really want to move.”

“Wanna sleep on the couch?” he suggests and she has to look at him to see if he was serious, “It could fit both of us. Back pain be damned.” Beatrice laughs, still holding onto him only to prop her chin onto his pectorals.

“Hmmm…tempting,but I do like our bed.” she says, “And I want to take a shower before we go…and,” another yawn and a shake of her head, “And I’m getting too tired to form sentences,Roos.”

“Well,” he turns on the tv, “You know what that means,” she hears him placing the plate on top of the other, “I gotta carry you upstairs.”

‘You don’t have to-!” she squeaked because of course he’d just ignore her and pick her up like she weighed less than Nicole. Beatrice laughs, dropping her face on his neck as he walks up the stairs with Jojo following them.

“I’m sorry,” he grins, “Did you say something?” and he adjusts her body in his grasp by bouncing her up, cupping her ass cheeks perfectly as he walks into their bedroom, only setting her down after kissing her forehead and humming against her skin, ‘Because I couldn’t hear it.”

Beatrice smiles, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, breaking away with a gentle smack with her eyes soft and sleepy, “I didn’t say anything.” she grins, kissing the three scars on his chin before she steps away from him, “I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Won’t take too long.” she’s already kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her pants, walking her sock covered feet to the bathroom and disappearing from his view.

Rooster just smiles hearing her soft yawn coming from the bathroom, “I’ll clean everything downstairs.” he says, “Won’t take too long either.”

Beatrice let out a positive hum, probably because she was brushing her teeth and he took that as his cue to leave. He pet Jolene in the hallway, whistling so she’d follow him back downstairs just to keep him some company. 

He gathered the plates and the pie - after eating another part of the crust and closing his eyes because good God he was so good at this - placing the now room temperature dessert inside the fridge, closing the door with his elbow and licking his fingers clean, ‘I’m a great baker.” he turns to Jolene who’s now sitting patiently next to him as he approaches the sink, “I might bake something for you guys, you know? It’d be pretty good, something safe for dogs.”

The pittie whines in her throat, tapping her paws excitedly on the tiled floor “You’d like that,huh?” he asks while washing the plates and then putting them in the cabinets once they were dry. He pauses for a second, his hand resting on the lower side of the cabinet as he notices how domestic their life was.

He remembers when he was younger, just starting in the Navy, how some of his friends couldn’t imagine domesticity. A partner? Yes, but some - if not most - dreaded the idea of domesticity because it sounded so boring. Rooster didn’t hate it, in fact he wanted domesticity but couldn’t imagine himself getting it so soon in his life.

Most of his days were spent alone but he imagined what it’d be like…what it’d be like to have someone to come home to. He didn’t have anyone, so in reality the idea of coming back to his small apartment back then was almost dreadful, but what could he do? So now, these little things - baking for his wife, washing dishes, spending time with Nicole - were so important to him.

As important as his job was if he was honest.

This downtime that some officers didn’t seem to like, not all of them thankfully, but some of them. Amazingly the same ones who always complained about their wives and how they couldn’t wait to be deployed again.

Shit people they were.

“Hey.” he looks up when he hears her voice, her hair just a bit damp because of the steam and the long shirt - another one that belonged to him, this one simply had SIERRA NEVADA on it - that touched her thighs and hugged on her hips, feet bare, “I was going to help you clean up.”

He smiles, dropping his head a bit, “Ah,gorgeous, you don’t have to.” he says, “I thought you were going to wait for me in bed.”

Beatrice hummed, the soft ‘tap tap’ of her soles hitting the cold tiles only signaled she was approaching him, eventually standing on his side and hugging his muddle. Her ear was right on top of his heart and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, “Not the same without you.” 

He clenched his eyes with a pained smile because she kept being too cute for his own good. He closes the cabinet with a flick of his hand, dropping little kisses to her scalp as they stand in front of the sink, “Not the same,huh?” she shakes her head against his chest, “Gotta admit it’s very similar to how I feel when I’m gone.”

Her eyes blinked open and her head tilted upwards, propping her chin on his chest, trying her best to stay awake, “You miss me a lot.” she says as if she just found out he had a crush on her, her sleepy state made her giggle like a schoolgirl, “You do~”

“I do.” he smirks,”Now come on, do you want me to carry you up the stairs?”

“Yesss…” he laughs at her response, “Can you carry me bridal style?”

Bradley answered by scooping her up with ease, kissing her cheek, “Can I?” he grins, “Just turn the lights off for me,gorgeous. My hands are busy.” he carries her to the light switch so she could click on it, leaving them both in the dark, the only light source coming from the lights outside and their bedroom upstairs.

Beatrice snuggles close to him, her legs moving happily as he carries her up to their bedroom once more, this time gently setting her on the bed. His laugh when she immediately burrows herself under the covers, leaving only the upper part of her head and her hair out was adorable, “I’m a mole.” he hears her say, watching her face disappear under the covers, “I live in the darkness.”

His smile turns fond, “Yep, yep you do.” she peeks from under the covers at him, then pulls half of the blanket they kept on the edge up to her shoulder, “Baby, are you really that cold?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“I could be warm but my husband is taking his sweet time to get in here.”

“Ah, my apologies ma’am.” he throws his hands up in defense, “I’ll just change and then I’ll be right there with you.”

Thankfully all he had to do was remove his shirt and adjust his sweatpants after brushing his teeth, nothing more. He left the bathroom to see Beatrice’s eyes following him, more specifically the way his hips moved - and in turn the elastic got a liiitle bit lower every time, exposing his Adonis lines and the happy trail that was darker than his hair - slowly climbing into the bed, under the covers and opening his arms, “C’mere.’ she just scoots over, wrapping herself around him like a spider monkey.

He smiles when her body relaxes and her cheek is pressed to his chest, “Comfortable?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Always.”

They stay quiet for a few seconds and Rooster knows she’s about to ask something because of how he feels her wriggling a bit, “What’s happening,gorgeous?”

She moves a bit against him, then tilts her head upwards, licking her lips, “...nothing. I just was thinking about you.’ she smiles, pressing her cheek on his bicep, “And how incredible you are and how sweet too, and how much of a great father you are as well.”

Rooster just looked down at her, a gentle curl of his lips as she spoke, so he didn’t stop her, “...you are doing great,Roos.” she says, “You are doing incredibly great.”

‘So are you,gorgeous.”

“Hey,come on,” she playfully shoves his shoulder, gently, “I’m complimenting you right now.”

“Oh so I can’t compliment right back?”

“Nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with a giggle, a giggle that only intensified when he moved his head closer and pressed their noses together. “...I’m just really happy.” she whispers, her minty fresh breath hitting his mouth, “That I have you and Nikki and the dogs…and the house. And that I’m getting better little by little and that you are getting better as well.”

“I try.”

“You do, and it shows.” she says, rubbing his cheek, “You are incredible,Roos.”

He could lie and say he didn’t want nor care about compliments, but he did. And he loved hearing them, especially from Beatrice. He chose to just smile back, then kiss the tip of her nose instead of throwing it under the rug with a compliment towards her, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he says, smiling even more when she snuggled closer to him, “Anyway,what are the plans for tomorrow?”

“Besides the usual?” she asks, hugging his torso, “Getting the christmas things out, setting everything up before we go to Marcus this Saturday.”

“You think we’ll be able to do it?”

“Absolutely.” she smiles, “We can be pretty fast.” Beatrice’s hand is still touching his face, her eyes soft and sleepy, “I’m glad you are here…for Christmas.”

‘So am I.”

“...we’ll make it very special,Roos.’ she smiles, “I promise, the holidays will be the most amazing ones you’ll ever have.”

He believes her.

[straightouttasantacarla]

Vince Neil x reader bdsm smut

A/N: this was requested by @backstagequeenz . I have had this sitting in my drafts for so long. I finally made the decision to post this so I hope you enjoy. This is my first time writing a smut like this so just a warning if it sucks

Warnings: BDSM relationship Sub! Vince Neil Dominant! Reader. whips bondage knife play wax play name calling overall filthy smut

Reader pronouns: she/ her

summary: Vince gets home from a long tour. While on tour he was a bad boy so reader punishes him

Readers pov

I was at home laying in bed waiting for my boyfriend Vince to get home. See today is the day Vince and the boys are supposed to be home from tour. I wanted to go with but they decided it was best if I stayed back here at home.*time skip*Its been about an hour now and I start getting bored. Every room in the house is clean , I've listened to every record on the shelf , I've read almost all the books in this house, what more is there for me to do I wonder.Suddenly an idea pops into my head. What if I surprise Vince with a bondage set up? I quickly run upstairs to our shared room and pull out our box of toys and all things sexual. I place the cuffs right where I want them on the bed frame and pull out a blind fold , a whip , some wax to melt , and a knife. After setting everything up I put on Vince's favorite black and red lingerie set knowing that will get him going. I pair the outfit with some cute black heels and curl my hair before teasing it up. I lay on the bed and wait for the arrival of Vince. *yet another time skip* I start drifting off to sleep until I hear a loud knocking on the front door. That's gotta be Vince. The front door opens and I stay put on my place on the bed. Tonight is gonna be amazing.

Vince's pov

I just got home from a long ass tour and I'm so excited to see Y/N. "See ya man! ",Tommy shouts out the passenger window. "See ya fuckers later". I shout back waving and then turning to the driveway of my shared house. I walk up the driveway to the porch and knock. I didn't think my knocking was loud enough so I began knocking louder. Surely Y/N is home. Her car is parked out front, she's gotta be here. I unlock the front door and step inside. "Y/N? You home? Babygirl?" No response. I start to get a bit worried. I set my bags down and walk upstairs to our bedroom to see the light on and the door slightly open. "Y/N?" I question. " In here Vincent", her sexy voice calls out to me. I push the door open to see her laid on the bed in a sexy red and black lingerie set and some black heels. Tonight is gonna be amazing

Readers pov

Vince opens the door and gives me the reaction I was hoping. His mouth is wide open and his eyes are huge. "surprise baby". He looks at me and slowly walks to the bed"surprise baby indeed. What's all this for?" I smile and crawl towards him "I wanted to punish you. You've were a bad boy when you were gone weren't you?" "Y-yes kitten" Vince stutters out. "Tsk tsk. What I think you should do is strip and lay on the bed for me. Can you be a good boy for me and do that?" Vince nods. "Words" "Yes Kitten". Vince does as told and I cuff his hands to the bed. "Now , tell me. Who did you fuck on tour?" Vince looks at me "I had a threesome with these two hot chicks in Las Vegas. Man they were good. Oh and me Nikki and Tommy all took turns fucking this one girl after a show." I shake my head. "You've been a bad bad boy Vince. I think you need to be punished." Vince looks up at me. "What are you gonna do kitten? Are you gonna whip me , maybe run a blade down my body? Oh you could drip some hot wax on me." I giggle. "Be patient and you'll see". I walk over to our box of "special" items and pull out a whip as well as a candle and knife. "Don't make any moves while I punish you. Understand?" "Yes ma'am" Vince answers."good boy". I climb on top of Vince and straddle his waist slowly dragging a knife down his body. I begin rocking back and forth grinding on him. "Mhmm mommy that feels so good." I drag the knife across his chest."Shh baby. No talking. Just let me make you feel good" "yes kitten" Vince responds. I continue my actions until I think he's had enough. "Mmm you took that so well for me baby. I think you deserve a reward don't you Vince?" "Yes ma'am. please reward me. I was so good for you please." Vince was pretty well behaved for me so I thought "fuck it". I pull his boxers down making his dick spring up hitting his stomach. "How bad do you want me baby?" I question. "So bad kitten. I need you to please me." I reach down grabbing his cock in my hand as I take him into my mouth. I start to bob my head up and down on him making him let out pornographic moans. " Oh fuck babe. Oh yeah. This feels s'good. So fucking good." Vince starts tugging on the restraints as I continue my actions. " You wanna cum baby boy hmm?" " Yes , yes please let me cum." I take him deep into my throat while I squeeze his balls "then cum." I order. Vince let’s out a loud moan while throwing his head back and releasing down my throat. I swallow all of his cum and open my mouth sticking out my tongue to show him I swallowed it all. “ fuck kitten. You wore me out. How bout you untie me and we cuddle while we watch something yeah?” I nod my head while taking off Vince’s restraints. After we get dressed and clean up we turn on the tv and lie down to cuddle. “ I love you Vince.” “ I love you too y/n”

A/n I hope the story was enjoyable. If there’s anything I can improve on let me know and if there’s any requests always feel free to send them my way

[midsummereve1993]

can you write mick and readeer cosplaying as kermit the frog and elmo? idk i think it would be fun and cute and lovely and nice <e3

Here we go anonymous, hope you like it. I knew nothing about cosplaying, so I went with what I watched and found out upon research.

@youlightmeupfinn @appetite4savage @valeriiecameron @niksixx @la-undercover-latina

Mick mars

He was doing what.

July 8 2002

Nikki looked at his phone for the ten thousand time hoping to hear back from Mick but to no avail which made him frown, "still no response from Mick yet Vince said leaning up to look at Nikki and tommy. "No and I done messaged him and called him but each time he doesn't pick up or respond, "dude mick has be Mia for ten days and no one has heard from him and his children assure us he is still alive but this isn't like him Tommy said looking to his two bandmates with worry in his race. All the time they have known mick he has aways be on time and not once be late but now him not responding to messages or call raised a red flag, "you don't think he is geting tried of us do you Vince said as nikki shook his head.

"No dude he isn't because he would've told us," Nikki said looking at his bandmates, "well why don’t we go check on him then I mean It wouldn't hurt right Tommy said as he stood up and grabbed his coat before the other two followed him out the door. A few hours later they pulled up to Mick's house and looked around, "nothing out I'd the ordinary or a reason to be worried Vince said looking around before they walked down the steps and knocked on the door, a few minutes Vince turned back to his bandmates with his eyebrow raised. "No one answering and we knocked so I guess it was all for nothing Vince said before he noticed Nikki walked up to the door with Bobby pins.

"Dude what are you doing Vince said looking at nikki with wide eyes, "you said it yourself we knocked and no one answered so I am taking matters into my own hands. "By picking the door dude mick will kill you Vince said as nikki rolled his eyes, "relax dude everything will be ok. "Mick or Cherry could be hurt and if we leave without finding out that is something I don't want to regret," Nikki ssid as he finally got the door opened. "How the hell did you learn to do that or better question when did you find the time, "Don't worry about that dude let’s just get in nikki ssid as they all walked into the house.

As the looked everything seem to be in order and nothing was out of place, as they walked into the kitchen they nothing out of place and started up the stairs, "dudes really yall just gotta walk up there without worry tommy said standing at the bottom of the stairs with wide eyes, "yeah becsude mick is out bandmates and cherry is his wife so we need to make sure there ok Vince said as him and nikki walked up the stairs as tommy stayed where he was. Nikki and Vince checked all the rooms until there was only one left and they heard giggling and music which made them both turn to look at each other.

"Do you hear that Vince said looking to nikki who nodded his head, "Yep sure did but why does that music sound familiar nikki said as they walked up to the door and opened it and both of them saw something they wished they had. Mick dressed like Kermit the frog was kissing cherry who was dressed as Elmo making both men's eyes widen out of their eyes sockets, "my gosh Mick thus was a fantastic ideal cherry said feeling Mick kissed her neck before her eyes trained on the door and her eyes widened. "OH MY GOD" she said, making Mick lean back and Cherry jumped off the bed as Mick finally followed her eyes, "WHAT THE HELL GUYS he said to his two bandmates who quickly shut the door and raced down the stairs.

"Oh great, just another thing they can hang over my head," Mick said looking at his wife who was laughing. "Don't worry honey because judging by the looks on there faces I doubt they want to talk about it cherry said laughing at the shocked looks on there faces , "there faces were pretty funny and I say let's torture them for a bit mick said laughing as they changed out of the Costumes and heading downstairs.

Meanwhile nikki and Vince were still shocked by what they saw, "dude what happened up there because You ran down the stairs like the house was on fire. "Dude please Don't make us stay it, "mick was dresses up as Kermit the frog and cherry was dressed as elmo and they were kissing Nikki said as vince banged his head on the table, "what are you three Idjits doing here mick walking into the kitchen and looked at his bandmates. "Dudd we messaged and call you but you didn't respond to our calls so we come to check on you but now I wish we hadn't Vince Said unable to get the slight out of his eyes at what he saw up in the bedroom.

"Yeah because I turned my phone off so I could enjoy some time with my wife but apparently I can't because three idjits are standing in my kitchen. Mick said feeling angry that they messed up the plans he and Cherry had made, "honey they were only worried about us that is normal. "Look guys, we 're sorry we didn't answer but we told stormy and les that we were gotta be busy and you could have talked to them and they could have gotten in touch with us cherry said looking at the three men who were looking anywhere but at her. "But why was yall dressed like that, "my eyes are forever indebted with that slight nikki said as he look at mick bt only saw him as Kermit the frog

"Well boys, have you heard of cosplaying?" Cherry said, looking at all three men who were looking at each other, "not really but I never want to see that again," Vince said as he rubbed his eyes. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw Mick dressed as Kermit the frog kissing Cherry who was dressed as Elmo and it made him sick. "Well boys let me enlighten you on the subject of cosplay cherry said taking a seat and looking at all three men, " cosplay is the practice of dressing up as a character from a movie, book, or video game and engaging in activities such as a comic con or some other things cherry said and watched as all three men turned red.

"Wait, "do you mean to tell me that yall were spicing up yall sex life tommy said looking at Cherry and mick who were smiling like they won tye lottery, "TOMMY DUDE Vince said not wanting to think about mick having sex as Kermit the frog. "What did I say Tommy said looking at his two bandmates who were pale, "what you said so now we have the images of mick and cherry having sex as Kermit the frog and elmo. "But dude the Muppets and sesame street was the bomb, "ow Tommy said as he felt two slaps on his chest. "Dude please shut up nikki said looking at tommy who looked like a kid in a candy store.

"Oh come on you idjits it perfectly normal and I was having the time of my life until you three messed it up and I lost the spark, " Mick please we already have a hard time looking at you without seeing you as Kermit. "Ok guys enough torture cherry said looking at her husband and back to tye three men, "yall can go and she has never seen them run so fast in there life as she turned back to see her husband laughing. "Come on baby, "let's go finish helping Kermit and Elmo put out the fire, Mick said as he led his wife up the stairs and giggled along with her.

Meanwhile all three men were walking away from the hosur trying to think of the activities that were happening right now, "let's vow never to bring this up tommy said to his two bandmates who shook their heads and continued walking down the sidewalk.

A few weeks later mick showed up dressed in green and all three men nearly threw up at the slight, from that point on the boys couldn't look at mick without picturing mick dressed as Kermit and that would lead them to having nightmares.

[silkiemae]

The Never King by Nikki St. Crowe

The Never King by Nikki St. Crowe My rating: 1 of 5 stars Holy god, this book was an absolute mess. Many aspects of this remind me of the third season of OUAT. Anyone who has seen it will be familiar with what I mean. Before I get into the story, let's talk about the writing. It's... very subpar. I'm sorry, but it is. There are many spelling errors, fragments, over-usage of single sentence paragraphs and unbelievably poorly written dialogue. I find it hard to believe this was edited at all. Something I want to point out before I discuss the plot. I understand this is a dark romance novel featuring a reverse harem. Yes, I read all the trigger warnings and whatnot. That being said. Choosing Peter Pan to center around your reverse harem erotica is strange. I think it's weird when anyone ages up a character who is traditionally a child JUST to write them having sex. The whole point of Peter Pan is that he's unwilling to grow up. Yet here, the author was like, okay but imagine Peter Pan but an adult, tatted, and he smokes cigarettes. And in doing so, it completely erased the character of Peter Pan. How did he grow up? She's changed his entire back story but has given us none of the details. What's the purpose of Neverland now? And there's also the case of our MC, Winnie. It is repeatedly mentioned that she has 'just turned 18'. Over and over again, we are told about how Peter takes the Darlings on their 18th birthday and that they are broken. The emphasis on the age is disturbing because it honestly reminds me of all of those ' FRESH adults JUST TURNED 18' pornos. The main character, Winnie Darling, has no personality aside from enjoying sex. All we know about her appearance is that she has brown hair and green eyes and she's malnourished. The only women in her life are prostitutes. One of which groomed her to use her body to get what she wanted from boys from a young age. She resents her mother for being crazy and a prostitute but then uses that as a defense for why she has unhealthy sex all the time. So the gist of the plot is this. Every woman in the Darling family gets taken by Peter Pan when they turn 18, and then he and his Lost Boys 'break them'. This means they get their mind broken into by a faerie who then drives them insane. It's purposely left as a mystery as to how she will get broken throughout the book, and it's a little odd mixed with Peter's 'no touching/fucking the Darling's'. It makes it seem like that's what was the cause of them being broken, yet later, Winnie fucks everyone with no consequence. So what was the point of this rule? First of all, why do only women get taken? Are men unable to retain their ancestor's memories? Secondly, if the Darlings are well aware of this 'curse' or whatever on their future daughters, why would they continue having children? Wouldn't you want to avoid that fate? The way sex is portrayed in this book is incredibly unrealistic and laughable. The Lost Boys are so sex-crazed that they pop boners at Winnie moaning because food tastes good. She eats a pancake, licks some syrup off her lip, and now Bash has a boner. There's even a part where Winnie is being taught to gut a fish, and she gets aroused by the mention of the dead fish's ANAL CAVITY??? I just...what?! The character of Vane(The Dark One) makes little sense to me. He is supposedly the worst one, the meanest one, etc. Yet he's the one who ends up saving Winnie in the end? It doesn't fall in line with his character at all. He spits in her mouth and constantly degrades her; at least, in my eyes, it didn't read as a consensual thing. Idk man; why is he suddenly bothered at the thought of Winnie losing her mind? Why does he care about her but not any of the other Darlings they did this to? The Lost Boys narrative bounces all over the place. They constantly talk about loving to break women and seeing them cry, bleed, beg, etc. But then, at the same time, they're constantly worrying over Winnie and how thin she is (this is honestly mentioned a ridiculous amount and this book is only 200 pages), hoping Vane isn't too mean to her, and worrying about her getting broken even though they constantly talk about how much they love to break women.... like what?! Idk, this book gave me major ick vibes. View all my reviews

[earthfire-75]

You Send Me Flying

Chapter Seven:

(Author’s notes: co-written with @nature-and-music, beta’d by @lady-jane-revisited. Based on The Dirt movie as I don’t yet own the book. Warnings: language and smut)

We headed down stairs and piled into her car, her driving and myself in the passenger seat with the other guys in the back. My fingers were itching to reach out for her, but I fought off the urge. No reason to give those idiots any more fuel. When we pulled into the place, I prepared myself for their antics, because where of all places does she take us? A sex shop.

They’re whooping and laughing in the back seat when they realize it and even she giggles a bit. “Alright, get it all out now. I expect you to act like adults when we get in there. Got it?” She was trying to be stern, but her unsuccessfully-stifled giggles weren’t helping. It was infectious and I cracked a smile as well.

“Good luck with that,” I commented as I got out of the car.

We went inside and she got the clerk to help us with the boots while she looked out for a few other things to pull the costumes together. It went surprisingly smoothly and we met her at the checkout where she pays for it all. I let the other guys go ahead of me, but I pulled her off to the side.

“Have you been paying for all this?”

“Yeah. I mean, Nikki put me in charge of costuming.”

I must have looked as furious as I felt, because she was suddenly standing up straighter and placed her hands on my cheeks with concern on her face. “Mick, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“You’ve been paying for everything out of your own pocket! I’m guessing without help?!”

“Wait…No. Mick, look at me. Nikki and I pooled some of our savings together. Tommy and Vince threw in some too and we opened a bank account for the band. We didn’t ask you, because you’re paying child support.”

My eyes shot to hers for a second before looking away again. I quietly replied, “They weren’t supposed to tell you about that.”

“Yeah, well they were supposed to tell you about the account. What are we going to do with our children, dad?”

Something stirred in me, hearing her call me that. It surprised me that I would react like that, but I pulled her flush against me, letting her feel how hard I was getting. “Screw the kids, say that again.”

“What? Dad?” She asks, sounding confused at first, but then her eyes lit up as the dots connected in her mind and she leaned her head a little to the side so her lips just grazed my ear. “Or would you prefer “Daddy?” She pulled back, looking up at me with innocent eyes and started to back away.

A low growl escaped me at the game she was playing and I managed to hook my fingers through her belt loops before she could turn around to escape. “Oh, no you don’t, Princess.” I tugged her back to me and she gasped when our hips met but there’s a loud honk from her car before I got the chance to kiss her. The trio of idiots were staring straight through the shop’s glass windows from outside at us.

“Get a room!” came their collective cheer.

“I’m gonna kill them.”

“No, you’re not.”

I grumbled under my breath and she shot me a look that told me it would be better for me if I didn’t. “Fine. I won’t.”

She put the bags in the trunk and we headed back to the apartment. The guys and I practiced some more while she locked herself in her unit again to tirelessly work on putting the costumes together. She came back up a little after lunch with her arms full of red and black pleather, one of the boot boxes and a small sewing kit. She handed the pleather material and boots to Nikki before shooing him off to go try it on.

***

Reader’s POV

Nikki took the pile from my arms so I could take the sewing kit. His face lit up, like a kid being given his first present on Christmas, and he ran off to his bedroom. I paced around the front room of the apartment waiting for the bassist to come out. I almost sighed in relief when he finally did with a serious look on his face.

“How does it fit?” I asked, sounding as nervous as I felt.

“Like a fuckin’ glove, man! This is awesome!” He enthused, now cracking a smile and turning for all to see the outfit, front and back before coming up to me and giving me a bear hug.

I laughed and returned the hug. “Are you sure it fits ok?

“Yes, stop worrying! I promise I love it!”

“Ok…if you’re sure. Do you want to keep it here, or do you want me to hold onto it?”

“It’s probably better if you hang on to the costumes. They might get ruined here.”

“Alright. Go change back.”

“Am I next, dude?” Tommy asked, practically bouncing on his feet.

“No. Yours is last because it’s the easiest.”

“Aww, man! Wait, shouldn’t Mick’s be the easiest? His is all black, dude!”

“It might be all black, but I had to sew a damn jacket! Sounds easy, right? It’s not.”

“Oh…damn, dude.”

I turned to the singer, “Vince you’re up.”

The man jumped up from his seat and happily grabbed the outfit, giving it a look-over before trying it on “Sweet!” He comes out looking just as excited as his fellow bassist, “This is so awesome! Check me out, man.”

“And it feels alright? It’s not too tight or too loose or anything?”

Vince was a little busy running his hands over the material at first, but then answered me nonetheless, “You kidding? It fits great. We’re gonna be so badass! The chicks are gonna love it!”

The rest of the gang could agree on that matter, giving each other high fives. I smiled and let him know that I could hold on to it all for them. I gulped as I gathered the next outfit for Mick, clearly seeing the rest of the guys lurking over him like a group of vultures. The guitarist kept his cool and said nothing, aside from a slight grunt as he got up from the couch. He gave me a quiet expression of thanks and headed over the bedroom once Vince returned with his clothing and placed it on the table. Some minutes passed while he was changing and though so far there were no complaints, l still wondered if he was alright, or if he needed any assistance. After seeing him in pain like that, I was getting a little worried.

“Hey I need a little help here,” Mick notified.

I made my way towards the room, ignoring Tommy’s repeated attempt to get under my skin by commenting not to take too long. I knocked on the door, “Mick, are you decent?”

“Yeah, come in, just shut the door.”

The man was nowhere to be found after I closed the door and looked around. However my heart started to slam against my ribcage when he stepped out of the bathroom wearing his full ensemble, a big smirk across his face. The black on black look was absolutely perfect on him. The pentagram headband, the studded boots with the intertwining chains, the belts across his chest, the pleather, and the collar. Jesus Christ. The pleather and collar were too much for me. Minus the make up, he was so close to looking the way he did in my dream, the sinister and demonic creature that put me over the makeup table and took me for a ride. I wanted him, no I wanted nothing more than to let him have me anywhere]: pressed against the wall, letting him roughly pull down my pants so that I could spread my legs and he could taste me. Then grab me by shoulders, hurl me onto the bed, and beg for him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk. Still, the costume would get ruined and of course we would never hear the end of it from the idiot patrol.

“This is really cool, you really outdid yourself with this,” he remarked, walking closer to me.

It finally hit me, “You didn’t really need any help did you?” I asked, closing in the gap by hooking my finger in the ring of his collar, biting my lip as I stared deeply into those sparkling blue eyes. That must have done something to him, his breathing becoming a little shaken, and his eyes widening when I whispered to him, “Daddy...”

His pupils were suddenly dilated, blackness engulfing the pale irises. The next thing I knew, Mick held me very close to his body, his hands grasping my back. I tried to keep my sighs quiet as he kissed my lips, however I couldn’t help but let a squeal slip out when he deliciously devoured my neck with his mouth. The heat from our bodies only increased when he pressed me against a wall, his kisses becoming hungrier by the second as my own hands tugged at his raven black locks.

“Mick, oh Mick...” I whispered.

However reality had reared its ugly head back into the frame when we heard banging from the other side, “Hey! Quit fucking around you two!” Tommy wailed. “Come on, that’s our room!”

Mick shouted back, “Fuck you, you fucking teenager! Open those legs, Princess. Daddy needs you-”

“No, no Mick. Please not now, it’s not a good time. Not with those three right outside the door.”

He was clearly frustrated but took his hands off of me, groaning ast he backed off. Still, I wanted him just as badly, so I thought of a different alternative as I clicked the door shut, lifted up my shirt, and pulled down my bra, “Mark me then, please Daddy.”

Without hesitation, Mick immediately held my breasts and pressed his lips to my skin. He was gentle at first, looking at me to see if I was enjoying the feeling of his mouth. I could feel the pulsations between my legs increasing as I whispered his name. I gasped when he took a nipple and suckled on it with ease, but I needed more from him. No sooner did I settle my hand onto the back of his head that he increased the speed of his sucking. His lips were wet, creating a very moistened sound that invaded my ears. He switched over to the other side and did the same, biting down a bit and moving his head back until my sensitive bud was released from his ivories. The sounds of Tommy’s knocking had completely drowned out as he pleasured me with his mouth and I moaned loudly. I couldn’t stop watching the way he pleased me, feeling my panties getting soaked, especially when I saw the fresh blemishes and crescent marks that were upon my chest. I was nearly there and so was he, yet he had to stop for both our sakes.

He gave each breast one gentle kiss and one little lick to my nipples, he leaned into my ear and growled, “You took that like a good girl, Princess. But Daddy doesn’t want to ruin all your hard work.”

I was in a trance as I responded back instinctively, “Thank you Daddy.”

@nature-and-music @lady-jane-revisited @mickmarstookmyheart @sophiazeppelinchick

[silverdragonoid]

I wrote a one shot about the Ark siblings and what they did during the Dawn Event and decided to post it here. This was an idea for the official fanfic contest but I submitted something else, so I had the opportunity to write this one properly without a word limit. Also cross-posted this on AO3. I hope you like it<3

Word count: 1586

Rating: general, no triggers

Meanwhile on the Ark

Aeon stares at the big screen in the control center, anticipating. Marina mimics him with her brows furrowed, clutching his hand. Then, it happens. The diagrams start moving, a small red lamp on the monitor starts blinking and beeping in a steady rhythm.

“It has begun,” Aeon whispers, “We can't help Nikki in the physical world but we can still do our part from here.”

He looks down at his sister who looks back as serious as possible. Outside, he notices the wave of the ocean rising. The sky turns dark within seconds. He goes outside and checks on the Heart of the Ark. The water around it swirls as always without damaging it; nothing serious yet, he hopes. It is normal for the Ocean of Memories to turn dark during a storm, but Aeon can’t treat this situation like the others.

The diagrams change exponentially. Aeon runs to the personality mirrors, Marina close behind, and pulls out his phone where he sees the same on the main computer. The selected diagrams show the energy fluctuations of Nikki, Nightbane, the Heart, and you. But a new entity in Miraland appeared and its graph shoots higher and higher.

Arriving at his destination, he sees many personality mirrors crack or turn dark, more than ever before. Aeon’s heart beats faster. He can’t fix them at this rate. There’s a quake. What’s going on? Nightbane’s graph rises, too, but Nikki’s and yours become weaker… and the one of the Heart.

The boy needs to focus. What first? He doesn’t know. Then, he looks at Marina whose expression is worried. It nearly breaks his heart.

He crouches to get on her eye level and hands her his phone. “Marina, I need your help,” he speaks calmly and clearly, “Take this and go to the big mirror. I need you to tell me what’s going on in Miraland. Focus on Nikki.” He takes two wireless earpieces out of his pocket, puts one into his ear and gives the second to Marina. “Understood?”

The girl nods vigorously and puts on her earpiece. “Understood!”

“I’ll be downstairs. Now go.”

She salutes and runs off. Aeon heads into a similar direction until he reaches the stairs that lead to the Heart of the Ark. It takes some time to get all the way down, but he can hear Marina’s voice in his ear.

“The houses are collapsing! I hear screams!”

“Where? Do you see the cause?”

“It’s in Ninir’s capital, right in front of the palace. There are cracks in the ground… a hole, I see a giant hole in the ground!”

Aeon reaches the bottom and what he sees terrifies him. The waves surrounding him and the Heart are like wild beasts trying to grab the crystalline prism. When he looks down, the waters are black, but the blackness is moving. It comes higher, closer.

He tries to not let his emotions show in his voice. “And Nikki?”

“I can’t see her anywhere… But there’s a woman in a white dress floating above the plaza! I think she’s evil.”

Aeon doesn’t understand. Who’s that? Does she have to do with Nightbane or Lilith? Anyway, there are other things that need his attention.

“Find Nikki,” he simply says and tries to manage the defenses around them. He never quite figured out how to operate this part of the Ark but he has to do something, since the Heart’s light flickers. He pulls up every lever as the darkness approaches.

“I see her!”

A relieved sigh. “How is she?”

“She looks unconscious. I don’t know where she is. It’s so dark around her. I hear strange noises.”

“What do the graphs say?”

“Hers and (Y/N)’s are sinking. Nikki’s gradually, but I think (Y/N) is struggling.”

Aeon would try to reach out to them if he was in the control center right now, but he has to protect what the world can’t exist without.

And there he sees them. Countless anonymous eyes shining from the abyss beneath him like stars in the sky. Hundreds, maybe thousands of monsters from the abyss are closing in. Dark water splashes onto the platform now and then. The defenses are giving in.

Marina’s voice appears again. “I’ve listened to that strange woman. I think that new graph belongs to her. It’s so high I don’t understand the numbers.”

Aeon barely listens. More and more water leaks in. He walks on wet floor as he pushes various buttons in the hope of achieving something.

“Dammit, Leonid. Where are you when you’re needed!?” he shouts, his mic muted.

Another quake. He almost loses his footing. Now the entire Ark trembles continually.

The admin stares at the floating heart-shaped prism and contemplates. He can’t tell what’s going to happen, but maybe he should touch it again?

His thoughts get interrupted by a scream.

“Aeon!”

He taps the earpiece, worried. “Marina, I hear you.”

“The water level. It’s almost here. It’s going to flood the Gate of Heart.”

After one last glance at the flickering crystal and the darkness spreading around him, he sprints up the stairs, taking two at a time, but the shaky ground makes him go more carefully than he’d like.

“Brother, I’m scared. The storm is getting worse.” Her once determined voice can barely conceal the fear, but Aeon can tell she’s trying to be brave nonetheless.

“I’m coming.” he huffs in between heavy panting.

Finally, he reaches the surface to the sight of a storm he couldn’t suspect from below. The waves crash against the buildings. The railroad tracks that connect everything flail around uselessly. Luming’s residence rocks on the waves, threatening to topple over. It’s raining so hard Aeon is drenched to the bones when he reaches his sister and hugs her.

They’re standing in front of the Mirror of the World and he takes a look at the situation himself. The plaza and everything surrounding it lies in chaos, heavy clouds block out every bit of hope, everything is bathed in a red, unholy light. In the center of the picture flies the woman, flashing a delighted smile as she watches the world crumble and relishes the cries of despair. People fall into the cracks in the ground and never stop falling.

Aeon takes his phone from Marina and processes the diagrams. The Heart of the Ark keeps losing power and Nikki is still in danger. Only Nightbane and that goddess thrive.

The Gate starts shaking even harder. The first waves crash upon the floor. Some of it reaches Aeon and Marina, and they cling to each other. Aeon doesn’t dare to look at the water, because if he does he’ll see how near the creatures from the abyss are, their claws closing around the foundations of the lowest structures.

Suddenly, the graph that depicts your energy spikes high for a moment, then it drops to the bottom. But in response, Nikki’s regains height, and a few moments later, the siblings observe a flash of light in the hole beneath the goddess. A six-winged, black angel with pink hair rises from the abyss and attacks the women. She radiates a power that wears Leonid’s signature, but also her own, and someone else’s.

“Is… Is that Nikki?” Marina asks with tears of hope in her eyes.

Aeon smiles, relieved. “Yes… Yes, it’s her.”

And she fights the villain with joint powers. Sparks and energy bolts fly through the air, Nikki’s wand clashes with the scythe, everything seems to vibrate from the magnitude of styling power concentrated in one spot.

But Nikki wins, sealing the goddess where she belongs, and the clouds dissolve - not only in Miraland. The waves on the Ocean of Memories decrease and everything becomes brighter as the abyss sinks back to its intended place.

Aeon hears Marina sniffing but he doesn’t say anything, he only holds her tight and strokes her back.

Nothing appears damaged. When he looks at the diagrams on his phone, he’s glad to see that the Heart of the Ark is intact and returning to his usual rhythm. The newest energy source disappeared, although Nightbane’s graph dropped to zero but remains on the radar. Yours doesn’t look much better. At least Nikki’s seems weak yet stable.

He looks around. The Ocean has returned to normal within minutes and the Ark is alright. So he takes his sister by the hand and leads her to their living quarters. The water from the Ocean of Memories isn’t the same as on the planet, so a few towels won’t help to get rid of all the negative emotions caught in their hair and clothes. Therefore he hands Marina her favorite plushie, which she clutches to her body immediately, and fetches them both some of the chocolate Nikki has once brought them from Miraland. The girl is grateful for the treat and the tension in Aeon’s body finally resolves when Marina’s face gains some color.

“I admit,” his sister mumbles after a while, “I was so scared.”

He grabs her hand. “Me too. But you also were so brave. It’s over now so we don’t have to be scared anymore.”

“I always believed in Nikki. I knew she would save us!”

“Yes, she saved us all.” He smiles at her.

After they calm down, they go to the lab to investigate the abyss and what happened to you, and to welcome the dreaming Nikki...

~~~

A/N: Huge thanks for my darling @jacepens for beta’ing this<3

[thesmokingguns]

Wedding Season

Tommy

-Welcome to the Wedding Date expert

-Getting ready together and he matches his bow tie to your dress

-“Can you help me?” Helping him tie his bow tie and he uses the moment where you’re so close that he can kiss you

-Well you’re finishing getting ready he makes sure the car is out front.

-“Wow, babe, you’re going to make the bride jealous”

-Double checking to make sure that you have the gift and adding more money to the card

- Hes so excited to go to this wedding together and have a good time celebrating people

-Hes going to talk about all his favorite parts of the ceremony and things that he enjoys or would want in the future

“I love love”

-He is a wedding guest expert. He seems to know all the wedding coordinators and people working the event

-“Hey Sherry, another beautiful event!”

-He brings you a glass of champagne during cocktail hour and wants to talk about the vows

-“I don’t want to get married in a church. Maybe a cool Japanese garden or on the beach. I’d write my vows too. None of that obey shit. What do you think, babe?”

-He tips the band at cocktail hour and drags you out, making you laugh as you dance

-Introduces you to all his friends

-“I can’t wait to see you in a white dress”

-He is slamming his silverware against the glass to have the couple kiss all night

-Tommy will wander off to talk to someone so he’s not by your side all night but he waves at you and sends smiles your way

-He comes up with a plan so you catch the bouquet and he gets the garter

-“Throw some elbows of you have to”

-He breaks a chair jumping off it to catch the garter and almost lands on some guys.

-He offers to pick you up and give you extra height so you catch the bouquet

-“THATS MY FUCKING GIRL!” he’s amped that you caught the bouquet

-He thinks he’s going to something so sexy putting the garter on you but as he gets a view at what would be your underwear he sees you’re not wearing any.

-“Babe!”

-Laughing because you knew exactly what was going to happen as he slides the garter on you in front of his family. He’s blushing and it’s both cute and hysterical how flustered he is

-Tommy putting his jacket over your shoulders as you head up to the hotel room after

-“We should get married this summer”

-You’ve been dating for two months and it’s March

Vince

-Imagine that you’ve just spent two hours getting yourself fully ready and you’re about to leave for a wedding and down the stairs comes your man child boyfriend fully dressed in a three piece tuxedo complete with a top hat alll in white

-“What do you think?”

-He does a spin, pulls the lapels of his jacket and is smiling proud of his outfit.

-Dragging him to his room to change into a new suit

-Pouty Princess in the passenger seat of the car as you drive to the wedding

-Trying to reassures him that when it’s his wedding he can wear a white suit

-“You’ll let me wear white to our wedding?”

-He’s so sincere when he says it’s so he is holding your hand you agree even though it’s been over four years and he hasn’t really showed any interest in settling down

-Vince will talk shit about everything that he doesn’t like

-He keeps referring to “our” wedding

-he takes full advantage of the open bar and he just is getting hammered

-“I think I want pink and white roses. Like a whole fucking garden of them.”

-Having to tell him to stop talking about a fake wedding at a real wedding

-Pouty Princess gets really mad and goes to pout at the bar

-He gets up on stage and starts singing because he hates the live band

-Coaxing him off stage promising that you’ll dance with him

-“I want to go home. This club sucks.”

-Just reminding him that you’re at a wedding for your close friends

-Vince goes outside and you spend twenty minutes looking for him. You follow the sound of someone puking and find him wiping his mouth

-“they gave me the cheap stuff, honey. it’s not my fault.”

-He won’t be dragged out of the garden easily and you’re fucking horrified when he gets down on one knee at a wedding

-“Honey, I love you so much. I’ve been trying all week to figure out the best place to do this-“

-he suddenly is patting his suit and realizes that he changed before they left

-“We need to go home.” He’s standing up and you want to die of embarrassment as he’s dragging you through the wedding where a few of these people just saw him on one knee

-Anxious leg bouncing in the car, window down because he might puke again

-He’s falling up the stairs when he gets home ripping apart his white suit.

-Running down the stairs he finds you and gets down on one knee again

-“I have the ring this time.”

-Hes kind of a huge idiot but you like that he has a plan. Also you’re worried because you’re going to marry bridezilla

Mick

-If it wasn’t one of his bandmates weddings he wouldn’t be going

-If he wasn’t in the wedding party there is no way that he would wear a suit

-When he is waiting with one of the bridesmaids he’s paired with hands him her flask

-“I’m trying to stay sober to keep everyone in check”

-She scoffs and he turns to see her chugging it down before giving him another chance go to take it., which he does downing the rest of it.

-Trying to make sure all the guys are doing the right thing and keep everyone alive

-Taking pictures he finds out that the mystery bridesmaid is the brides best friend from childhood

-“I’m going to the bar.”

-He decides he needs to just have sex with someone at the wedding as a reward for actually coming here

-Looking at the wedding guests and wondering if he’s going to be alone forever

-Thinking about what a waste weddings are and how they should have saved their money

-Knows that bride shouldn’t be in pure white

-The flowers make him sneeze

-The bridesmaid is at the end of the bar and he is suddenly handed a drink she has bought him. He watches as she cheers the airs downing the three fingers of white alcohol in one sip before walking away.

-“Oh no you fucking don’t.”

-He is trying to find this girl who keeps showing up with alcohol

-Mick keeps loosing his clothes. His jacket is lost, his vest is unbuttoned and the bow tie is untied

-“Fucking Women”

- he spots her headed into the elevator and frowns when it closes. When it reopens he sees red lipstick kisses around 7

-“If she put her mouth on that...”

-He’s slamming the lucky number 7 as fast as he can

-When the door open he sees a shoe and a few paces away another one.

-As he’s walking and sees her dress and her underwear is hanging on the doorknob

-“Women like this is why I’m never getting married”

-He opens the door and he’s glad he made it go the wedding

Nikki

-“Angel, you’re going to make us late!”

-He is indiffernt about going to weddings. One part of him likes socializing and seeing people and the other part of him hated leaving the house

-Checking his watch and getting ready to go through you over his shoulder so they could leave

-When he sees her coming down the stairs he doesn’t want to go to the wedding anymore and he lets her know

-Nikki kind of is a huge show off so we plans on pulling up in this Porsche

-He wants to spend the entire time with his lady

-Even as they sit through the vows he’s reaching out running his hand over your hands

-Leaning over to whisper, “This reminds us of our wedding.”

-kissing your knuckles

-Always touching you and seeming almost anxious whenever of you steps away

-Hand on your back when you’re talking to other people, holding your hands when you’re walking and just a weakling his arms around to kiss as much as possible

-“I’m so happy you’ll always be my wedding date, Angel.”

-Checking in throughout the night to make sure that you’re okay and having a good time

-“excuse me, I’m going to steal her for this song”

-Has requested your wedding song and is slow dancing telling you all the reasons that he loves you

-Nikki loves holding you when you dance even if he hates dancing

-Taking you out to cool down and walk along the beach together

-He throws down his jacket sitting on it and pulling you into his lap

-He had literally scoped out a place where you two could make out or go further

-“you looked so beautiful, Angel. I couldn’t wait until we got home”

-Going back to everyone at the party and he’s just giving you this look the whole time like he can’t get you out of his mind

-Nikki talks to the groom about what makes marriage so great

-“You wake up to the most beautiful view every morning no matter where in the world you are”

-Being at the wedding just reminds him how happy he is to be married

-Watching his wife dancing with the girls and smiling at how she always has fun

-When Nikki’s at the bar with the guys he sees you bent down talking to the flower girl and starts thinking of you as a mother

-Nikki knows it will be a few years away because he can’t share you yet

-Smiling when you slide into his lap, holding you to him and knowing you’re going to leave soon

-“I love you.”

-Wedding season is the best for this sentimental gummy bear

[pollylynn]

Title: Valuation WC: 2100 Episode: Hollander’s Woods (7 x 23)

He is properly full of himself. He knows it. He works it, and he works their tolerance for him even when he’s likely this—even when he’s properly insufferable. There’s no reason to have his giant heads delivered to the loft instead of to Black Pawn, no reason at all except he is working this situation, and they’re letting him.

Kate professes her love for accessible, ruggedly handsome Richard Castle, and with that profession, there’s the slightest hint of a salaciously quirked eyebrow. Alexis is almost entirely successful in keeping a straight face as she expresses her appreciation for his serious, brooding self. His mother even pauses in the steady march into her future to let him know she adores his big head in all its many glories. 

It’s something of a smokescreen all around. It’s certainly a smokescreen for him. He’s properly full of himself, but it’s not lost on him that he was in need of a fill-up. He’s been playing the role of egotistical playboy for so long that it’s only in moments like these—moments when someone he admires lays a hand on his shoulder, looks him in the eye, and tells him he’s a success—that he feels any kind of certainty about his value. And as he looks at each of them in turn, indulging him in this, but rolling their eyes, shaking their heads, exchanging glances that are fond, but a little bit fed up, he’s pretty sure everyone is in on the smokescreen and exactly why it’s necessary. 

He’d feel bad about that, or at least mildly sheepish about it, if they weren’t all aware that the smokescreen has been getting steadily less smokey over these last few years—more than a few now. Things have been getting steadily less smokey since Nikki Heat, since Kate, since the work they do together. In her, in all of that, he has truly found his passion and his purpose. 

And yet, he worries that had somehow lost sight of that all too recently. He’s still dying a thousand deaths an hour over Bilal and his missing time. He’s still dying a thousand deaths an hour at the idea that it was some sudden crisis of his sense of his own value that carved a swath of devastation through the lives of those he loves. He has not yet entirely banished the sense that as Brooke the hack morning show host had theorized, his missing time was nothing but a bizarre adventure he’d hopped on to because he had somehow managed to slip off his own best-seller list. 

So maybe the smoke has thickened around this award, around his big head, around this timely infusion of the certainty that he is worth something, but it’s temporary. It’s all of them hitting the reset button, all of them moving forward—his mother, up and out of the loft; Alexis holding steady on; he and Kate sallying forth into their well-deserved power couple status. 

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The memory does not come to him all at once. Out on the state highway with a scene a hundred times more open than their usual huddle in an alley, in one of New York’s thousand, narrow, canyon-like streets, he doesn’t even notice the body at first. It’s not on the ground, half zipped in a body bag. It’s up on a gurney, but haphazardly covered with a white sheet, splattered with blood. He’s thinking through the details that got them here—a Jane Doe with no record, a bill in an unusual denomination, a keycard, and a cafe receipt. 

It’s a convenient convergence that his writer’s mind—his lifetime-achievement-award-winning writer’s mind—likes. He’s filing it away as a plausible path to change of scenery for Nikki, Rook, and the boys when his gaze finally alights on the victim, on the curious mixture of brutal injuries to her body from the collision, and a face that would have been remarkably pretty right until the moment someone carved into it. 

And still, the memory does not come to him all at once. It’s a tug from the gravel to the asphalt, it grows sharper and his tone along with it as Trooper Collins shudders at the creep factor of not just the wounds, but the sight reported by the traumatized driver of the truck. It’s dragging him along by the time they get to Woodbury. He is borderline hostile to Walters as he interrogates him about the mask, about its markings. Then it comes to him. Then it crushes him under the weight of it. 

He tells her the story flatly, meekly. He tells her the story in fits and starts that are not at all worthy of either of Richard Castle’s big heads. She listens as intently as if he were teasing her with the latest Nikki snippets, though. She listens to him in the way she has that makes him feel like she’d be content to listen to nothing but his words until the sun burns out. 

When she speaks, it’s to ask a quiet question, a logical question, an obvious question. When she speaks, it’s to ask a question that has somehow never occurred to him—not in more than the thirty years. 

Why do you think he let you live?

To say he is disgusted with himself is gross understatement. This man—this monster—could have not let him live, as he had not let the woman in the woods live, as he had not intended to let their Jane Doe live. But he has been full of himself since childhood, it seems. He has assumed, all this time, that he is simply too important not to have lived. 

And the stomach-churning truth is the world and all its monsters seem to think that, too. He was never Zoey Addison who would have gone un-missed by anyone, were it not for the reckless heart of Emma Malloy. He was never Rosalita Cambeau, assumed by even a reasonably sympathetic employer to have been flighty, undependable, so easily replaced that her disappearance was hardly worth thinking about once his truck was recovered. 

He was a child, a boy, white and apparently, if not actually, affluent.His life simply seemed too valuable for even a monster high on a fresh kill to take the risk in ending.  The resonance with Bilal’s story—with that fucking literally unbelievable story—is too much. He collapses in on himself. 

His life, in this moment, seems utterly without value, whatever the monsters and the Mission: Impossible wannabes think. 

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His profound sense of smallness, of powerlessness, of unworthiness, hardly lasts the hour. He swings wildly the other way. Of course he does. It’s what every big-headed version of Richard Castle would do upon realizing how he fits into the calculus of psychopaths. 

He is convinced he should have stopped this man. At eleven, at twenty-one, at any point when he had actual connections, the actual means to make a difference. He, Richard Castle, should certainly have gotten farther than the lowly, eminently killable Emma Malloy, a cashier on a leave of absence, had managed to get. His ego tells him that it is up to him to get farther—to make that difference—now. 

It’s beyond full of himself. It’s well into grandiose, and still she is gentle with him. She is good to him. She stares down the boys and wishes them a happy manniversary, with the unspoken hope they enjoy spending it in quality time on the phone with local PDs in several different states. She’s hurt that he never told her the story. She is worried—entirely appropriately worried—that he has simply decided that he deserves closure and he’s inventing connections and elaborate frame-ups to get what he’s damned well sure he deserves. But she is good to him, despite the unsettling summons she has received, the real-world worries she has on her plate. 

She is good to him through the rise and fall of Noah Lewis as a suspect. She bites her tongue—she must be biting her tongue—when he is dissatisfied with the man’s level of menace and would like to speak to a manager about a replacement suspect. She must be drawing blood when, the next second, he is losing his shit and lashing out at anyone and everyone over the possibility that their not-formidable-enough Norman Bates stand-in might actually walk, because there’s nothing to connect him to one almost certainly dead and two very certainly dead and women. 

She hears him out about Holtzman—about his voice line-up of one. He plays the indelible memory of near-death experience card, and she doesn’t blink at the gall of it. She weathers his bizarre behavior in the man’s office, his erratic quasi-interrogation, which is undeniably jeopardizing her investigation of Noah Lewis. She stands quietly by as he harangues the boys over their skepticism, and when he himself backs her into a corner, when he—who has done nothing in these last hours to earn any good will from anyone—demands that she back up his wild accusations, she lets him down as gently as humanly possible. 

And he, worthless as he is, lashes out. He cuts her down. He stalks out on the most hurtful exit line possible—I expected this from these guys. Just . . . not from you.

He does not deserve her. He does not deserve anything. He knows this in his heart of hearts, and still she comes to him, hat in hand. She comes to him with information she should not have gone looking for, a plan she should not have conceived and should have no part of, because she is valuable. 

Little Katie Beckett, who wanted to grow up to be her mom. Little Katie Beckett, all grown up, who has caught the eye of those who know her value, who want to help her realize her full potential to make a difference, and here she is, playing lookout just outside the property line of a man—a probable monster—who can unmake them both in an instant. 

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A man’s value—his value—is not in what he has accomplished or what he has earned. It is not measured in the linear feet of bookshelves filled with hardbacks that sport his name on their spines or the square footage his dubiously-gotten gains afford him. He is humbled to know this. He is slow to realize it. And she, of course, is the one who is tasked with teaching him the lesson. 

But he learns it. Just in time, he learns it. While he’s tying his tie and she is hissing between her teeth with a deep furrow between her brows as she blots the blood trickling from the cut beneath his chin before it can stain the white of his collar, he is learning. 

When his mother, his daughter descend the stairs, laughing and telling one another how beautiful each of them looks, he joins in the game. He gushes over Alexis and pretends to be grudging with his mother, and he is learning. 

When she emerges, all the more breathtaking for how shy and uncertain she is, because these events—full of people, every one of them full of themselves—will never be her thing, when she sidles over to him and whispers Really? under her breath when he tells her how stunning she is, he learning. 

When he sees his table up front with Jenny and Lanie and the Captain and Tory and the boys already there, chattering and excited and nervous, and the second table filled in with Velazquez and LT, Karpowski and Julian and all the others, when he sees all these faces that matter—that have, themselves, immeasurable value for all the difference they make, day in and day out—he is learning. 

As he mounts the steps, takes the stage, feigns deference to a man he knows full well is a hundred times more famous than he will every be, as he handles the silly paperweight that he knows he’ll secretly beam over every time he sees it on the shelf with all the other meaningless dust collectors he cherishes, he is learning this: That the value of a man is nothing he earns. It is the sum of the people he surrounds himself with, the calculus of those who allow him into their meaning-filled lives. It is the grace extended to him. 

It’s because of you, because of us. 

A/N: So. Self-worth? I mean. Is there anything with less morphousness? There is not. Also, how is 151 * 4 equal to 604 stories? That seems bananas. I thank you all for reading and for being overwhelmingly kind. Your value has infinite morphousness. 

images via homeofthenutty

[medaknight4]

We’re Right Behind You

Chapter 8: Conversations in Coda

“Where to?”

It was a simple and daunting question. The Matoran looked to each other and, after deliberating, realized none of the five within their ranks had a solid answer. It was all vagueries, hopes and dreams.

“We were so focused on our past and present that the future eludes us,” Pukha explained. “Council would be most welcome.”

Varian pondered for a moment. “We know of an old Toa of Gravity who could point you in the right direction. Then again, I think he might actually be younger than some of us in present company.”

“I'm not against the idea but wouldn't directions be magnetism's purview?” Vinik added. Only Vare laughed; Basa rolled his eyes so hard there was the danger of having to comb the beach looking for them.

Norik raised a brow and glanced towards the Toa Cordak. “The word I'd use is grizzled but he has seen his fair share. He hasn't lead us wrong yet.”

“In lieu of a lack of other options,” Nikila began, “I vote we return to your base of operations and delegate a deal with them there.”

“Deal? Nikki, you'd be lucky if he doesn't sign adoption tablets right then and there.” Norik shot his teammate a petrified look and glanced elsewhere, clearly in silent and begrudged agreement. Lesovikk turned to Tohi. “How does that sound?”

“Hypothetical stonework aside, I doubt we see ourselves living it up all cushy like with a bunch of Toa. Maybe their team knows of a village down on its luck that needs a fresh tide of Matoran.”

Vinik smiled. “A Koro Defense Force. I think we have a future Captain of the Guard in our midst.”

The Ga-Matoran would have beamed with pride if she didn't deflate out of embarrassment first. Sehu lightly punched her on the shoulder. “Hey, I can see it.” The others nodded in agreement to put their de facto leader at ease.

The vote was unanimous: the Leftovers would find a new place to call home and make things right.

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Nikila paced along the large canoe and lazily gazed towards its siblings that were moored behind. The responsibility of being night watch for the small fleet also came with the boredom of having no one to talk to.

At least Vinik has his ear training to center himself. If I tried to pull something like that with my powers, I'd have Les at my back complaining about the smell of ozone.

The thought amused the Toa enough to let out a chuckle. She was surprised to find out that it was responded in kind by the very soul she was thinking about.

“I was worried I'd never hear that again.”

Nikila swore under her breath, not even turning to face Lesovikk as she whispered. “What are you doing? You're supposed to be asleep like everyone else.”

“I'm not everyone else in this moment, I'm afraid.” The Toa of Air managed to rest his hands on his comrade's pointed pauldrons. “I, um, wanted to speak with you privately and figured now would be a good a time as any.”

“I hope you're just an insomniac tonight; I don't know how I'd feel if you faked being asleep just for my sake.” Lesovikk's lack of response told her everything she needed to know. “Mata Nui, you're hopeless.”

“Not when I have you around.” The warrior paused to sigh before he continued. “I realized something after being around Matoran for the first time in a while: most beings on this planet are just trying to get by in the circumstances they find themselves in. In extraordinary cases, it's even a matter of survival…”

Lesovikk found himself staring at Nikila's back, scarred and dented by battles long since fought. The newest was quite the scare: a Dark Hunter's power drills nearly skewered the Toa. She had tried to flank the behemoth to gain a tactical advantage; only her quick thinking and lightning saved her from a more grisly fate. In the moment, Lesovikk felt that she had run off again. Upon more recent considerations, he now understood that she was trying to mitigate losses like she always had done before.

I should have it more often.

“Have what?” The Toa of Lightning turned on her heel to look at her brother in arms. A few meandering clouds parted above and the moon, in its silent wisdom, shed its light upon the two. Les was not much taller than his fellow Toa but now he seemed so small, weighed down by the light of a realization that should have dawned ages ago.

“Your back. I should… I should have your back more often.”

Lesovikk hung his head in shame. Nikila simply huffed in approval and rested her forehead on his. Might as well, it was right there.

“It took you long enough.”

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Norik's eyes lazily fluttered open as he breathed in the early morning air. Images floated through his mind as he took in the sky above: a smiling sea of silver; a peaceful, empty beach; a cool breeze that felt like laughter; a gentle hand on his shoulder; Varian–

“Varian, is that you?” Norik whispered. “Have we arrived? Felt like no time at all.”

His fellow Toa gave a grin. “Not yet. I wanted you to have some peace and quiet for once. You've earned it.”

Norik frowned in thought; he chuckled once he put the pieces together. “So you've traded the nightmares for daydreams. Why the change of heart?”

Varian flopped down into a hammock she made with her mind. “I got a taste of my own medicine if you can believe it.” She noticed her partner about to pipe up and deftly countered. “And yes, it was awful. Just the worst.” A pause. “I think we both deserve a break.”

Norik gently lowered himself and was glad to find a hammock of his own appear beneath him. “I would be coy but I could only imagine what you had to go through to take down Gatherer. It must have been… harrowing.”

“That's one word for it,” replied Varian. She pulled her knees to her chest and sank into the canvas she occupied. Her mask drooped, staring wistfully into the mentally synthesized sunrise. It felt like hours before she broke the silence. “I'm tired, Norik. I'm just… tired.”

The Toa of Fire's blood ran cold. Here was the paragon of hyperactivity laid bare before him in such a sorry state. That Dark Hunter ship was a crucible, Norik reasoned, and this newfound sorrow precipitated from the blaze. The revelation formed a lump in his throat and the warrior found himself reaching for his friend.

Curse this meager distance between us. If only I could–

Norik exhaled, closing his eyes. When the Toa opened them again, he found himself next to Varian. Neither of them knew who teleported who, but in this shared mindscape, did it really matter?

“I thought I could bite the bit and bear it for a couple more decades, you know?” Varian began, her voiced trembling. “But the fights took more and more out of– is there any of me left? Should I swear off combat missions? I've bottled this in for so long. What should I do?” She looked at Norik expectantly, waiting for her torch to light the way.

“I can't decide your Destiny,” he replied, a warm smile eventually gracing his mask. “I'm just thankful that the bottle shattered and not you.”

Varian was stunned to silence as Norik gently squeezed her hand. She stared for a while before realizing that the two had a week long boat ride to think about the future; the time for words was over. So there they sat, bathing in each other's company until it was time to wake up and smell the roses.

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[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Laid out cold, now we're both alone (part 2)

A/N: Hello, this fic is very important to me because I tried my best to give justice to such a cool idea and I hope I did a good job. Plus I don't do multichapter ofter, so this was a challenge. 

I wanna thank the lovely @livdonna for proofreading my work, you're literally the best <3. 

P.S. If you want to get tagged in the next chapters, let me know.

Summary: Nikki visits Mick to give him a very important task.

Warnings: Major Character Death,Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug Use, Angst, Overdose.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee

Chapter 1

Taglist: @slashscowboyboots @witchytombstonesmile @arnold-layne @emometalhead​ @i-dont-like-rice​ @nikki-sexx​ @smokeandmirrorz​

Mick was supposed to not give a shit about Nikki. He and the stupid drummer had tormented him and his wife for months on ends, making the whole tour a living hell and he didn’t need to have even more things to worry about. So what if his bassist decided to get addicted to heroin? He was a fucking dumbass but it wasn’t his problem.  He would end up killing himself and it wasn’t like Mick could have done something, not when his whole body was torturing him.

The only problem was that he cared, deep down. He cared about the fucker and hearing the news that he was gone forever hit him.  He lost one of his friends and the band all together in a day, what would have happened? He hated to admit he was scared about the future, it was hard to imagine Motley Crue without Nikki.

He sighed, turning off yet another discussion about his death. They didn’t call him yet but something was telling him that they had to release a statement soon.  Doc was probably freaking out somewhere crying for all his millions of dollars lost.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man” A voice incredibly similar to Nikki said, making Mick jump up.

Nikki didn’t feel anything, one moment they were in the ambulance and the other they were on the beach.  He was confused for a moment before he remembered that Mick had a beach house, and stared at it for a bit. He didn’t know much about the guitarist, maybe almost nothing but he respected him so much.  He was one of the strongest dudes he had ever met.

The weirdest thing about all of this was probably how he was only able to feel certain things, no cravings or sand under his feet as he was walking, yet he would still feel guilt, fear, love, worry… it didn’t make sense but he wasn’t in the mood to question the universe’s rules.

People can’t see you until you decide to show yourself. You have to remember or otherwise they can’t hear or see you.

The voice still freaked him out, but at the same time he was grateful for it to be there… it made him feel less alone, which was great considering how he felt lonely for his entire life.

“You’re not alone Nikki, I’ll always be there with you, through highs and lows”

“God it sounds like a marriage vow, T-Bone”

“Well if I could I’d marry now…”

He shook his head, trying to get the memory out.  It wasn’t the time to be sentimental and risk fucking everything up, so he walked ( more like flew) through the front door and found Mick sitting on the couch.

“Fucking Nikki, you had to die at the worst moment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… sorry about that, man”. The bassist hoped that he was heard, otherwise it would have been pretty embarrassing.

Mick visibly jumped at hearing Nikki’s voice and quickly turned around to look at him.  From his widened eyes and confused expression, he knew he probably looked fucking transparent.

“Okay first of all why the hell are you here talking to me if you’re dead? Then why the fuck can I see myself through you ?”

The black haired man just realized that he had no idea how to explain everything and be believed, he just went along with whatever the voice in his head was saying, but now it was different. He fumbled with his hand and realized he couldn’t feel them, while he tried to come up with the best way to explain to his friend how he was a ghost and why he was there.

“I died… I have no idea how I came back but I have unfinished business and I need to talk to you!”

The guitarist looked at him up and down, clearly skeptical.  However, there wasn’t much arguing… Nikki’s ghost was literally standing in front of him.

“Okay I have no idea if this is a dream, I’m dead or in a coma, or simply I drank too much but now I’ll grab some vodka and you’ll spill your little secrets as you like”.

Nikki smiled a bit… He honestly felt normal for the first time since he was brought back.  Having Mick joking was so familiar, usually Tommy was the aim of his jokes and they all laughed because they were all so unexpected…

Tommy. Thinking about him still hurt, again he wondered if he was okay and how much he missed him… but it wasn’t his time now.  He had other things to talk about as Mick came back into the living room with his glass.

“Mick… you gotta promise me that you won’t let Motley Crue die, that you will fight to keep the band’s legacy.”

The older man looked at him surprised, rolling his eyes.

“Well that’s a bit hard when our bassist and songwriter died!”

Rage and resentment were heavy in his voice but there was more : fear and sadness. Nikki felt guilty and he fucking hated it, it was so unlike him but he couldn’t help it… Mick cared about the band as much as he did.  He always said the band was his life, before heroin came into the picture, but it was also Mick’s and he probably destroyed everything.

“You will find another one, another bassist who is also a songwriter…” The words felt so foreign coming from his mouth.  They even hurt a bit but they were necessary.

“I know you care about this band as much as I do, Mick. I know how much you’ve worked your ass off in shitty bands, trying to find the one that was going to break… I might be dead but Crue can’t have the same fate”.

Mick scoffed, taking a long sip of his vodka.

“It’s not easy, it’s not like we can find the perfect match like we did. Plus, everyone will probably hate him for replacing you!”

The frustration was almost tangible, but there was something else… Mick was scared, he knew everything was about to fade away because of Nikki’s actions, he was already looking at the boat sinking. Nikki started to panic because his band had to live, even in his death! It was pointless and selfish but that was the only thing people could remind him of.

“If you give up, then Vince and Tommy will do the same! I know that you think no one will take you, but the truth is they will. Crue is what it is because of our vision, you are part of it and I’m asking you to keep it going. Think of this as my dying man’s wish… even if I’m already dead”

The older man’s grip on his glass got tighter, his eyes lost in thought as he was pondering Nikki’s words. It was hard to take in, hell that was an understatement, it was fucking insane and probably wouldn’t work but the bassist needed to have this false hope.

“It’s so fucking weird, you know? To realize you’re fucking dead yet here talking to me.”

He was deflecting, Nikki knew it, but didn’t want to push it too far. He learned to know Mick, he kept his promises and he was a hard worker and with a good dose of luck and jokes, you got him to your side.

“Yeah, do you remember how I said you weren’t going to make it in that interview? Well, karma hits like a bitch!”

“Mick might not make it , he drinks a little too much and it looks rough” Mick quoted, trying to imitate Nikki’s voice.

“Yeah and then you said something like I heard what you said and you’re dead, fuck I guess you were right” He laughed but Mick didn’t.

Oh c’mon so what if he was joking about his death? It’s not like anyone really cared about him.  They just saw him as a burden, which he was. Not his mom, nor his band or his Tommy would have really missed him… they would eventually move on.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He said annoyed but his lips formed a small smile.

“I know, I know. Mick… please promise me that. If Crue is going to end, then my whole life didn’t mean anything! Ple…” He stopped himself, he was so fucking close to begging but he couldn’t. Nikki Sixx didn’t fucking beg, not in life or death.

“I’m thinking about it!”

He really meant the first part. He spent all his teenage and adult years creating the band of his dreams and making sure they conquered the world.  This band was his escape; his attempt at redemption after his shitty childhood. Nobody loved Frank Feranna but he didn’t care, he would become Nikki Sixx and be super fucking famous!

He didn’t need anyone’s love, except that he did.

“ I love you, Nikki.”

“ No you don’t, nobody does, T-Bone”

“Well I fucking do. You gotta pass on my dead body before you’ll hear me not saying it over and over”

His heart might have stopped, but he still felt the big wave of nostalgia hitting him. He couldn’t do it, he would have never been ready to see him again.

“Okay, I will. But listen to me, it won’t be easy and I’m an old man with a fucked up back, so don’t send demons against me if I fail!” The little spark of determination in his eyes relaxed Nikki, he was on board.

“I fucking knew you were the best, Mars! If I wasn’t dead I’d probably tattoo your face on me as a thank you!”

“Oh gross, never say that again!” He pretended to be disgusted but his eyes betrayed him, the small softness in them told Nikki he felt touched.

“Who knows, maybe in hell they have tattoos for the ghosts. God we used to hate each other and now we are two peas in a pod.”

“I still hate you.”

“Ugh, you crushed my heart Mick”

The guitarist flipped him off, rolling his eyes. Nikki desperately wanted to keep talking, if he did then he could have pretended nothing changed, right? He didn’t have to face Vince and Tommy and go through the light… everything would have stayed the same or he could fool himself that it would.

I think it’s time to go to the next person.

The voice was demanding yet still calm. Nikki knew that he couldn’t stay forever, they had to prevent spirits from just lingering into the real world like that, it made him a bit angry but he understood it. It wasn’t like he could have done much anyway…He was just a shell of what he used to be.

“I gotta go Mick…” He wanted to punch himself because he sounded so fucking pathetic, but the other man gave him a compassionate smile.

What he fuck are you, a little small puppy? Oh look Frankie is scared to leave his illusion of a family.

Mick walked him to the other without saying anything, but before turning the handle, which was pointless because Nikki could have just passed through the door, he broke the silence.

“Try to give us some signs, okay? Show us that you’re there… but don’t you fucking dare spill my vodka or I’ll make you two times dead!”

“Oh that’s exactly what I’ll do, thanks for the suggestion!”

He stepped outside and looked at Mick one last time.

“You promised, alien. You gotta do it!”

“Yeah yeah, you better repay me when I come to join you there…” And with one last look, Mick closed the door.

Nikki felt all of the weight crushing down on his body, even if it was made of air. He simply stood still, his mind racing like a freight train, trying to take everything in but also getting ready for his next move… being overwhelmed was an understatement, he felt peeled down like an orange and this was only the beginning. He felt like a fucking coward but he just wanted to get over it, was it that bad to accept his fate and disappear without facing anyone?

You are going to abandon him again? You know why you need to talk to Vince, and you know this will be your last chance to see him, asshole!

He went to kick the sand, but he couldn’t touch it. God, how frustrating was that!

So where are we going next?

Nikki would have wanted to scream at him, give him the middle finger and just run away but it wouldn’t have been helpful, would it? So he forced himself to be as neutral as possible.

“Vince Neil. Take me to his house.”

[blackmissfrizzle]

Skin

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary:Angel gets to see your dancing skills.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Inspired by a conversation with @tomhardydallasstarsgirl​. Also a special dedication to @starrynite7114​

I strongly suggest listening to Rihanna’s Skin while reading.

Coco was dragging the Mayans to a dance studio. The girl he was seeing at the time invited him to see her routine. “I don’t understand why we don’t just go to a strip club.” Gilly complained as they made their way through the parking lot. “This is free, man! They may not be naked, but you might get a lap dance. Now stop complaining!” Coco stomped out his cigarette and put some pep in his step.

Trish and her group just finished performing their rendition and now it was your group’s turn. “Oh, there he is!” Crystal whispered excitedly to you. Turning around you saw Coco waving at Crystal with the rest of the Mayans behind him.

Immediately, you started freaking out. None of them could see you like this. Especially, your best friend Angel. They all thought you were an innocent schoolteacher, not some dancing vixen.

You went out to seek reprieve from your other best friend and dance instructor, but she was already shaking her head no. “C’mon Nic, please! You perform with the group!”

“Nope! This is kismet. The forces at be wants you and Angel to bang and who am I to deny them?” Before you could stop her, she began to introduce you and your group. “Anddd, we have a special little treat,” Nikki stood behind you and clipped the microphone to the bottoms under your sweatpants. “Miss. Y/N here will be singing as well as dancing.”

Angel quirked an eyebrow at you saying, “Really?” In return you gave him a small smile and shrugged.

As the best starts, the dance studio dims to a blueish purple color, setting the mood that you’re singing about. The further along the song played, the more you got into it and stopped worrying about what Angel would think. Usually, you would find an unsuspecting target to sing and dance to, but instinctively you zeroed in on Angel. Tonight, he was gonna be the object of your desire.

I got a secret that I wanna show you, oh

I got a secret so, I'mma drop em to the floor, oh

You teased as if you were gonna strip out of your sweats and when you didn’t you swore you heard Angel say ‘fuck’. His eyes got fiery and you knew you had him under your spell, so you gave him a sly little smile. Angel raised another eyebrow saying, ‘You better quit while you’re ahead’, but did you listen? Hell no!

Go deep, I'mma throw it at you Can you catch it? Don't hold back You know I like it rough

You hit the squat, tugged on your own hair and bit your lip. “Oh shit!” Coco was there for Crystal, but he couldn’t help but be entranced by you. Angel hit him in his stomach when he caught him lurking at you too long for his tastes. “Look at your own fucking girl.”

“Hate to break it to you mano, but everyone’s staring at your girl.” Angel looked around and Coco was right. His brothers were getting their eyeful of you, even his baby brother. “Really, Ezekiel?”

“Sorry man. It’s like she’s a fucking siren.” They were so consumed with arguing within themselves they didn’t notice that you were slowly strutting towards Angel.

So why you standin' over there witcha clothes on?

Baby, strip down for me, go on, take 'em off

Don't worry, baby, I'mma meet you halfway

'Cause I know you wanna see me

Angel held his breath as he watched your body move towards him. He always knew you had a banging body, but the way you moved confirmed it. His eyes followed every little move you made.

Almost there (ha, ha)

So baby don't stop what you're doing (Uh-huh, ah)

Softer than a mutha, boy, I know you wanna touch

Breathing down my neck, I can tell you wanna (No-o-ow)

Finally, you were close to Angel. You had sung into his ear as you slid your hand down his chest to his sizable crotch. “Querida, you’re playing a dangerous fucking game. You better be sure you can handle the consequences.” Oh, he was really pissed, but not as pissed as he was about to be.

I got a secret that I wanna show you, oh

I got a secret so, I'mma drop em to the floor, oh

Unlike the other time, you weren’t a tease and took off your sweats and over shirt, revealing solid black bikini bottoms covered in fishnet shorts with a black bikini top to match.

No heels, no shirt, no skirt, all I'm in is just skin

No jeans, take 'em off, wanna feel your skin

You a beast, oh, you know that I like that skin

Come here baby, all I wanna see you in is just skin

O-o-oh, oh, oh, oh your skin

O-o-oh, oh, oh, oh just skin

O-o-oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm lovin' your skin

Oh, oh

The male dancers joined in and it was practically dry humping to Angel. The chemistry between you and your partner had him seething. To Angel it seemed that if your dance partner could, he would’ve fucked you right then and there. “Imma kill him,” Angel muttered to himself.

“Calm down, playboy. Look,” EZ pointed out to you walking towards him again.

All I wanna see you in is just skin

All I wanna see you in is just skin

Oooh

All I wanna see you in

All I wanna see you in is your skin, oh

You circled around Angel as if he was your prey, but in reality, you were his. He’d have to show you as soon as this song was over. His eyes followed you as you circled him. He wasn’t missing one second of this. As you surrounded him you took off his kutte and put it on yourself. Angel knew he was gonna fuck you once he saw you started dancing, but when you put his kutte on he knew he was gonna fuck you while you wear that and nothing else.

The song continued to slow down, and you slid your back against Angel’s front as if he were a human pole. “Y/N,” he growled, warning you, but you weren’t listening.

You were no longer singing, but the instrumental kept playing. The outro was freestyle, so you let the music flow through you and did whatever came to you naturally. And naturally you wanted to tease Angel. Since you near the ground, you slid down to your chest to arch your back. To go a bit further, you slid your hand under your body to grab your clothed pussy.

You couldn’t see, but you could hear the little commotion of the Mayans behind you. It sounded like Angel was ready to snatch you right off the floor and the others had to stop him.

Rolling over your head, you hit the splits which earned you cheers from the other dancers. Looking over your shoulder at Angel while biting your lip, you bounced up and down. He tilted his head at you and clenched his fists. You could tell he was hanging on by a thread, but you just weren’t through with him yet.

Crystal and you got together and began grinding on one another until you got into a squat, twerking on one another. But this time your eyes were on Coco. When Angel saw he wasn’t in your eyesight, he moved to stand in front of Coco. “Angel, move! I can’t help it if Y/N wants to look at a real man,” he teased. “Man, fuck you!”

You could see that Angel could possibly start wrestling Coco, so you removed yourself from Crystal and started popping one butt cheek at a time. That kept Angel’s attention until the song was over.

Everyone applauded your group. Yahir, your dance partner came and gave you a hug. “Damn, Y/N you did the damn thing!”

“Thanks! You weren’t too bad,” you joked, nudging his shoulder. Your conversation didn’t last too long because Angel with your duffel came and interrupted it. He kissed the side of your forehead and whispered into your hair only low enough for you to hear. “Tell your friend goodbye before I beat his fucking ass.”

“But I want to see everyone else dance.”

“Nah, we got some business to handle, querida.”

Yahir stretched his hand across your body to shake Angel’s hand. “You must be Angel. Y/N talks about you all the time.” Angel gave him a weak shake. “Yeah, I’m sure she does. Anyway, we gotta go.” Angel didn’t even attempt to say bye, he just drugged you to the door.

“Bye, Y/N!” Coco told you as you walked pass him and Crystal. “Bye Johnny,” you sung, giving him a flirtatious smile.

Angel tugged you even harder, making his brothers laugh at him. “Go straight home, no pit stops. Understand me?”

“Yes Angel.” You snatched your keys out of his hands. “Want your kutte back?”

“Nah,” he pressed his hands on your shoulders. “I like you in it.”

Angel kept close to you, not letting a car come in between you two as he followed behind. He even got off his bike before you were able to turn off your car. It was like he was glued to you. He was so damn close to you as you unlocked the door that you could feel his hardon.

When you finally entered your house, Angel threw your things to the side, lifted you in his arms and carried you to your room. “Yo ass like showing out, huh?”

“Angel, what are you talking about? Matter of fact put me down. Best friends don’t act like this.” You tried to wiggle your way down, but Angel held you tighter right on his erection. “Best friends also don’t grab their pussy in front of each other while singing about fucking. But I ain’t trying to be your best friend.”

“Then what are you trying to be, Angelito?”

“Your man.” His lips hovered over yours. “Hmm, I don’t know if I want that. I know Crystal doesn’t mind sharing, so there would be no problem for me getting at Coco.”

Angel threw you on the bed and ripped your fishnet shorts and bikini bottoms. His tongue surrounded your clit. He suckled on it like he was eating a peach. “Angel!” You wrapped your hands in his ebony hair, pulling on it when he wouldn’t give you release.

He lifted his head and licked his lips. “It ain’t nice to tease, is it?”

“No,” you cried out. “Then who’s pussy is this?”

You should’ve just let it go and comply, but your whole friendship with Angel was built on teasing and you weren’t about to stop it now. “Mm, I’m still stuck between Coco and Yahir. Maybe I’m leaning more towards Yahir. Did you see how he practically pounded my pus-”

Angel caught you off with his dick. Now you were a mumbling mess. “Huh, what was that mami?” He cupped his ear, pinning you down with his other hand. Still no words could be formed. Never in your life have you had the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Angel was stretching you out in all the the right ways. “Angel, please. Move.” You were gripping onto his wrist from how intense he felt.

“Nah, not until you tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to.” It was killing Angel not to move, but he knew he had to wait you out. “Shit, Angel you! You own this pussy, my body, my heart!”

A lone tear fell down Angel’s cheek. “I love you, Y/N. Always have. Let me show you.” Angel began moving, giving you slow, deep powerful strokes.

Cupping his face, you leaned up to kiss him. “I love you, Angel.”

Your proclamation drove Angel crazy. It was the words he’s been waiting years to hear. He tore his kutte and your top off your body and flipped you over on your knees. “Give me that arch that you were throwing in my face earlier,” Angel ordered with a smack to your ass.

A thrill ran through you, but you were a little upset that he took his kutte off you. “I thought you wanted to fuck me with your kutte on.” You looked behind you and shook your ass a little.

Angel kissed you down your spine, making you shiver with each one. “We got time for that later. Right now I need to feel your skin against mines.” Angel slid right in, causing you and Angel to spill out a harmonious, “Fuck.”

This time Angel fucked you faster, but still hitting you deep. “Look at my dirty little puta creaming all over my cock.”

“Angel,” you whined, reaching behind you, trying to push him away. It was too much. He was too much. The pleasure, the ecstasy was overcoming you.

Angel grabbed both of your wrists and held them with one of his hands. “Nah, take this dick. Keep that same energy you had earlier.”

He was brutal with how good he was making your body feel. Every time he felt you lose a bit of your arch, Angel would pull out of you until it was just like he liked it. “Don’t be getting lazy on me now.”

“Please, daddy! Let me cum!” You begged on the verge of tears. “Only because you asked nicely.” Angel let go of your wrists and snaked his hand under you to rub on your clit. The added pressure had you falling apart, screaming Angel’s name.

“Shit, querida, I’m cumming.” Angel pulled out of you, jerking himself off until his seed coated your back. He got all primal and possessive when he saw you covered in his cum. You felt Angel fingers dip into his cum on your back. “Angel, what are you doing?” You asked tiredly. “Just making you mines.” He snapped a picture of his work and showed it to you.

With all the energy you could muster up you turned towards him and rolled your eyes. “Really, Angel? AIR?”

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “There wasn’t enough for Angel Ignacio Reyes.” Throwing a pillow at him, you hit him in the face. “I hate you!”

“I love you, too,” he chuckled, pulling you both to lay down and get some rest before round 2.

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[frienderbender]

“what he does reflects on her, etc. this is a point of contention in their relationship in canon” could you tell us more about this, and any other conflicts in nikki and rikki’s relationship?

i’ve written a few things on that! but i mean, it’s exactly as it sounds. if rikki’s out getting arrested for DUIs while nikki is in the middle of trying to start her own brand……it doesn’t exactly look good. bad news about a celebrity will always outshine anything good, so if rikki’s getting in trouble, even if nikki’s not, she’s still gonna be roped into it as “disgraced former rockstar rikki kixx’s wife”

the contention comes in where rikki is at his absolute lowest, deep in his alcoholism but still refusing to get help, and he sees himself as an embarrassment to nikki. he assumes she’s ashamed of him, and she’s not, but he can’t see it that way. he’s even kinda jealous of her, whether he realizes it or not. but regardless he believes she deserves better, but even at his worst nikki still believes he’s the best there is. even at his drunkest he’s still most worried about her.*

but on the flip side of that, anything good he does will also reflect well on her. when he finally does become sober and opens the rehab center and she’s right by his side, suddenly she’s also seen as this wonderful humanitarian. but this is still another point of contention, because at this stage in rikki’s life, he’s become someone else entirely. when nikki looks at him now, clean and sober and acting so out of character for everyone to see yet obviously still so miserable inside……it’s hard to recognize him.

these things will get explored more in my comic, as that’s going to show their relationship through the years starting in 1994 and leading up to sobertown in 2008. they have a long and complicated relationship with each other, but it’s a dynamic built on complete and total love for each other. everything they do is out of love, and they can’t imagine a life without the other in it. they complete each other. there’s a reason i headcanon the main pet name rikki calls nikki is “vita mia” (“my life”). honestly just go read the tags of this post

*also i want to make it very clear that nikki absolutely wants him to get help, and does everything she can to make sure he gets it before it kills him, it’s just that the route he ultimately goes with his sobriety is so unexpected for nikki. she’s genuinely surprised on how things turned out and how much of a 180 rikki did. rikki’s interesting in the way that his sobriety is framed as a downward spiral (much in the way alcoholism/addiction is for many celebrities irl) so it’s fascinating to write and frame things in this very specific way.

[snowpiercer-recaps]

Season 1, episode 4: Cut the Shit

Spoiler alert!!! This is a rewatch recap of Snowpiercer s1e4: Without their Maker. Naturally, it is full of spoilers for that episode. However, it also contains spoilers for some other episodes of season 1 and season 2. You have been warned!

It’s Jinju’s turn to do the voiceover this episode. She sharpens a knife, but don’t worry - she’s just making sushi for her date tonight! The cooking scenes, however, are intercut with scenes of Erik dripping in blood from last night’s murder spree. Jinju’s monologue swings so rapidly between self-deprecation and assertions of saving the world that I think I need some of that First class Gravol. 

After the opening credits and a cool outside shot of the train at night, there’s a knock on Melanie’s door. It’s Bennett. He’s come to stand next to Melanie’s little eugenics library (holy shit have you seen the titles of some of those books??? ‘The Science of Human Perfection’?! Yikes!) and straddle the line between flirting and patronising. She gives him the sarcastic response he deserves, and then they share a tangerine while chatting about goat farts.

Meanwhile, Till insists that she’s not afraid to be seen with Jinju: she just doesn’t want to walk to work with her girlfriend because there’s already enough track talk about her. I love Bess Till as much as the next queer fan of fictional violence, but… is she really interesting enough to garner track talk? Jinju thinks it’s bullshit, too, and calls Till out. Till then explains that she’s worried about what her friends will think about her dating uptrain. I love Bess Till as much as the next queer fan of fictional violence, but… does she really have friends? Jinju doesn’t really understand Till’s concerns, and resorts to every lesbian’s preferred method for comforting a partner: paraphrasing Orphan Black quotes. 

Before Jinju has time to crack out her Helena impression, the phone rings. Melanie Cavill doesn’t fuck around with a “good morning” or try to gently lead in with “I have some bad news”: she straight-up just tells Jinju that Nikki Genêt is dead.

Creepy Klimpt is crying on the floor. Unfortunately for him, Melanie is the only person around to provide any comfort. She tells him one (1) nice thing, then asks him to stop crying. They need to smuggle the body to the lab so that they can get some secret data about the drawers. But it’s too late: Layton, Roche and Till are already on the scene. Layton is piiiiiiissed that Melanie didn’t immediately use the description he gave her last night to capture the killer. Till finally does some good detectiving: she remembers that the border is closed! Because she just had to pass through it from Second. Y'know… from her girlfriend’s place? She nervously waits for someone to denounce her as a class traitor, but absolutely nobody in the room gives a fuck. 

Meanwhile, Erik is nursing a beer in the Third class mess hall. Apparently none of the staff are suspicious of the blood that is undoubtedly all over his suit. His first class booze tokens cause a bit of a stir, though.

In the Nightcar (because where else would a military Commander and a Lead Brakeman meet?), Grey and Roche talk about “their men” in a way that’s making Till look straight to the camera like she’s in an episode of The Office.

Grey, Roche and Ruth don’t want Layton finding out even more details about the train, which is very sensible of them! Unfortunately, Melanie is planning to take Layton on yet another sightseeing tour of Snowpiercer’s weak points today. Grey also doesn’t want Layton visiting First, but Melanie tells him: tough shit! Mr. Wilford planned the route specially! 

Melanie quietly promises Layton that she’ll take him up to First when the others are busy. Before they can discuss it further, Miss Audrey descends the staircase. She’s dressed in her best funeral attire, and after giving Melanie a death glare (as well as distracting Till from work for a few gay seconds), she takes Layton on a little trip to the hall of mirrors while the funfair’s clowns plan their next act. 

Talking of clowns: Osweiller is back on the job! Till is not happy to see her drug-dealing little brother, but their dad boss says they have to play nicely together. She storms off to her room, and I don’t blame her.

Audrey and Layton circle each other in the hall of mirrors, and I don’t really know anything about making TV but that must have been a fucking nightmare to film? How did they manage to avoid getting any camera operators in shot? Impressive! He wants to know all the secrets she learns at work, but no can do: he’s forgotten about therapist/hypnotist/singer/bartender/sex worker/compère - client confidentiality. But what’s not confidential is the fact that Melanie has never been to therapy. I’m gonna go ahead and say that you probably don’t need to be a detective to work that one out? 

Layton suggests that Nikki’s death - because apparently no one gives a fuck about the other two people who were murdered that night - could be the spark they need to start their revolution. Audrey tentatively agrees, but she warns Layton to be careful. Then Melanie comes to pick Layton up, and we’re treated to this:

I could watch hours of footage of Miss Audrey hating Melanie Cavill.

Down in the tail, Lights is excited: she’s never seen a blue chip before! Murray is apparently feeling more optimistic today, and suggests that it could open heaps of doors. They come up with a plan to dress up, chip out of sanitation crew, and find Astrid: an ex-tailie who apprenticed out six years ago. Big John volunteers to try it on his next shift, then descends into a coughing fit. Lights looks worried, and Josie steps in to massage John’s fragile male ego so hard that he doesn’t even realise that she’s telling him it was a stupid idea. 

Since that time Josie completely got away with killing two Jackboots in the rebellion, she has apparently become convinced that she has the power of invisibility! No one will notice if she starts sneaking around uptrain! Before anyone can suggest that maybe someone who’s actually on sanitation crew should take the chip, Lights beckons Josie over and bandages it to her wrist. 

When the Jackboots call for the sanitation crew, Josie marches forward with such purpose that anyone with any common sense should very obviously not let her cover her friend’s shift. But the Jackboots let her through, because they’re in a hurry: it’s nearly time for the show’s traditional full naked ass shot! Today, the honour falls to the Last Australian in the sanitation shower. That’s four for four! Why?!

As if his trip to the hall of mirrors wasn’t enough fun for one day, Melanie takes Layton to visit an art gallery! He complains to Melanie that Firsties fucked the planet, so they shouldn’t get to own art. Melanie tells him that she grew up poor, and he doesn’t seem convinced until she tells him that his anger is justified, and he should use it. That’s the kind of pep talk we could all do with! Validation! Permission to go apeshit! But then she ruins it: she tells him to lean into all the tailie stereotypes to fuck with the Firsties, and I’m left wondering how many times Melanie Cavill dated someone just to piss off her parents in a very offensive way. 

Much to the amusement and horror of the Firsties, Layton rises to Melanie’s challenge.

When Ruth doesn’t immediately answer Layton’s question about where the bodyguards are, Layton makes some kind of cryptic threat against her. The interaction doesn’t make a lot of sense, but we find out that Ruth has taken fourteen arms in the tail, which is a nice/horrible bit of detail. Then LJ, like Zarah and Creepy Klimpt before her, decides to offer up incriminating information without being questioned. LJ’s ex-lawyer mother is distinctly unimpressed - not only with her daughter, but also because she’s in the presence of a peasant! She goes full Karen and literally demands to speak to the manager.

Melanie calls the engine, and Bennett answers. After a quick flirt, Melanie goes to pass the phone over to Lilah. I’m not sure whether they were planning for Bennett to do his best Wilford impression or to crack out the soundboard, but either option would have been much more fun to watch than what actually happens: Lilah Folger - yes, that Lilah Folger - backs down. What?! That seems so out of character! Now I want to speak to the manager!

Downtrain, the sanitation crew are on their lunchbreak. We get our proper introduction to Sweary!Josie, who was apparently expecting sanitation duty to be… not gross?

The only clothes that the sanitation crew have collected are pyjamas. The plain white t-shirt and run-of-the mill bottoms are a very unsubtle contrast to all the beautiful, silky dressing gowns the Firsties are wearing this episode. I am, once again, baffled that Big John thought he’d be the best person to sneak out? There is absolutely no way that he’d be able to squeeze into that child-sized t-shirt!

Up in First, Layton tosses Erik’s room. We get a bit of backstory about the Folgers’ private dick harvester: he’s an ex-marine, and they hired him when the freeze hit. Layton finds a J-hook on a shelf, and LJ informs everyone that the tool is used for beekeeping, torture, and penisectomies. The bees died three years ago, and the old hives are in storage.

Ruth offers to do some PR for the Folgers, so the three of them head to the other room and… leave their teenage daughter with the detective. What??? I know that they don’t necessarily suspect her of anything (somehow), and she’s not technically a minor, but surely that’s just objectively a bad idea. They know what she’s like, right? And Lilah Sr. is a fucking lawyer!

Anyway. Downtrain, Josie has inexplicably managed to find Astrid within about five minutes! She should definitely buy a lottery ticket the next chance she gets. Josie tells Astrid there’s no time for questions, then promptly stares out at the sunrise for five minutes before… asking Astrid a question. Astrid is too sweet to point out the hypocrisy, and skips straight to telling Josie why Layton was brought uptrain. Josie then casually asks Astrid to risk her life to help the tail. Astrid is an absolute saint - for no reason we’re presented with, she doesn’t take much convincing. So, they fist bump and use their last few minutes together to share some lumpy porridge. It genuinely does not look better than the bug bars, but Josie seems to enjoy it.

LJ doesn’t think Erik had a very good childhood. Neither Layton nor Melanie mention anything about pots or kettles, but it’s clearly a struggle. In the other room, Lilah Sr. can “just hear the track talk” about their situation. LJ tries to distract Layton from his line of questioning with remote controlled curtains, but Melanie steps in to keep them on track. LJ does an incredible job of overacting the part of the confused, innocent girl who has never chopped off a dick in her life, but she’s not fooling Melanie and Layton. 

The next few scenes come thick and fast: Melanie, in a rare show of care for the welfare of passengers, confronts LJ’s parents about the fact that their adult bodyguard groomed their teenage daughter. Josie makes it back to sanitation without a second to spare. Till and Osweiller squabble about gun terminology on their way to the beehive storage container.

Then, the action begins. The Brakemen see Erik in the beekeeping container! And it turns out he knows parkour! Erik easily escapes the Brakemen, and desperately tries to run home to his cat. That’s right - it’s finally time to meet my favourite Snowpiercer character! Up in the Folgers’ car, LJ makes introductions between Layton and Snowpeter.

Layton’s day just keeps getting better! Granted, the three murders were a rough start. But since then he’s gone to the fair with Audrey, the art gallery with Melanie, had a free breakfast in a fancy restaurant, and now he gets to pet a cat! What’s next?!

Oh. LJ’s going to sing and dance to a creepy song for Layton - that’s what’s next. Also, she accuses him of cannibalism, and admits to wanting to “eat a dude” to make people scared of her. It’s a useful breakthrough for the case, I suppose, but definitely a step down on the fun scale from fancy breakfast and petting a cat. 

Next, we cut to Jinju. She’s picking up a gift for Till. Cute! But Erik crashes in and takes her hostage before we find out what the gift is (beyond ‘clothes’). If anyone has been able to figure it out, please let me know! 

Layton and LJ are still dancing around the fact that they both know she’s the real dick chopper - and, yes, the dancing is still literal for LJ. It is truly astounding that she doesn’t have a parent or lawyer present - especially given the fact that Lilah Sr. is both! But alas, the only third party in the room is Snowpeter, and he’s unable to stop her from literally doing this:

Sigh. This girl really doesn’t help herself.

In the market, Erik is trapped. There are Brakemen and Jackboots looking for him all over. When they find him, he tries to make his escape by using Jinju as a human shieldv and firing into the air. Till - who is surrounded by armoured Jackboots, but wearing no armour herself - runs straight towards the serial killer with the loaded weapon. She must really like that second class cabin. Her dad boss is going to have to have some serious words with her later.

Till leads the group of Brakemen and Jackboots in a start-and-stop chase that’s comically impeded by doors every few seconds. Till manages to jam her shoulder into one set of doors just before they close, and her dad and brother colleagues have to stop her getting crushed. When Erik and Jinju head for the subtrain, Till wastes no time lifting the hatch and starting to climb down after them, before quickly jumping back out again to dodge a bullet. It’s reassuring to discover that she has at least one tiny shred of survival instinct left!

Although Grey is with the group, for some reason it’s Roche who phones in orders to the Jackboots in the subtrain. Jinju tries her best at hostage negotiation, but Erik isn’t interested. It’s mere seconds before they’re surrounded. The Jackboots start to advance, but Till throws herself in front of them in case their movement spooks Erik into shooting her girlfriend. Osweiller copies his big sister without question and also gets in the way of a Jackboot, which is weirdly kind of sweet for him! 

Erik decides not to shoot his hostage: instead, he fires at a box on the wall. I’m not sure what the box is: there’s a label on it, but it’s dirtier than all the s1e1-inspired Mel/Ruth fanfiction combined. The box explodes, and Erik is immediately injured by some shrapnel. Jinju curls up against the wall, while six (6!) Jackboots lay into Erik with axes. Roche makes another phone call, reporting Erik’s death to Melanie. And again, Melanie Cavill doesn’t fuck around with any preamble: she hangs up and immediately informs the Folgers, “He’s dead.”

LJ fake cries against her mother’s shoulder, while Melanie and Layton have a full conversation using just tiny movements of their eyes and heads. It’s impressive! Then, Layton informs the room that LJ instructed Erik to kill the first two victims. Lilah Karens out again, and LJ tries to take on Layton and a Jackboot with nothing but her dick remover and general LJ attitude.

In the next scene, Melanie and Layton are in the hospitality announcement booth. Melanie informs the passengers that the murderer is dead, and another suspect is in custody. Layton sets up the title for the next episode, by reminding Melanie that justice needs to be delivered. Melanie ignores his comment, and offers to buy him a drink in a tone that clearly indicates that she means a drink of poison. 

Layton’s big day out ends with a trip to the aquarium car. He must be exhausted! He waits for Melanie to drink first, which is definitely a smart move - just not smart enough. She tries to play more games, and he tells her he just wants to go back to the tail. Then, she finally reveals what we’ve all known since the strawberries speech: he’s seen too much, and can’t be allowed back. Finally, she reveals the other thing they both know: Layton has figured out that Melanie Wilford. A moment later, the roofies kick in.

The penultimate scene is in the tail, presumably a few days in the future. Charlie Bucket Murray finds a golden ticket silver capsule in a chocolate bug bar! It looks like that scrap of wire won’t be the only passenger getting a trip to a chocolate factory! Murray runs all the way home to show the message to Grandpa Josie, who leaps out of bed and dances around the room! But then, they actually read the message. Uh oh. Layton’s missing.  

We immediately find out why: in the drawer room, Creepy Klimpt is busy sticking props to Layton’s face. Melanie watches over him, and tells him to keep Layton off-book, to make it harder for Josie to find him next episode.

[xpeachesncream]

Hey Nikki! Could you do a perfectly wrong drabble of reader thinking she is pregnant? thank you <3

perfectly wrong | drabble [10]: why are there multiple kinds of pregnancy tests for Taehyung to decide between?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, pregnancy scare (use protection and use protection well, folks!)

note: this ended up being a little longer than i thought lol sorry! hope you enjoy still. i also just whipped this up before going to bed so this is pretty raw - excuse any mistakes pls. love me still 🥺

"Fuck!" You yelled as you ran to the bathroom as a huge wave of nausea hit you yet once again this morning. You were abruptly woken up early in the morning due to the feeling, not getting much rest after the first time you hurled last night's dinner into the toilet bowl. Taehyung had just walked into your apartment, mouth slightly open as he furrowed his brows watching you run off to the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, swinging the bathroom door open as you dry-heaved into the bowl, curse words trailing shortly after. He crouches to your level, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way.

"I don't know, I just woke up feeling--" He watched as you threw your head back into the toilet bowl, a little bit of the water you had taken down earlier coming back up. "Really shitty." You continue after you spit.

"Shit, did you eat anything bad yesterday?"

"I don't think so? Nothing seemed suspicious." You pointed at him weakly. "And you look perfectly dandy being that we ate at the same places." You rested your back against the wall, eyeing how god-like your boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry, love." He pouted. "You okay to get up now? Let's get you in bed and I can run out to grab whatever you need me to grab." You sat there, pondering on your thoughts for a second. The food you ate last night didn't seem bad, but also you never know. However, you were starting to freak out mainly because of the countless, amazing, 'let me rearrange your guts' type of sex you've been having with your boyfriend. That thought always has to be taken into consideration.

"What's the date today?" Taehyung quickly whips out his phone to check the date on his lockscreen.

"The 20th. Why?" Your eyes widened. You were supposed to get your period 5 days ago. Albeit, you've always been on a weird, irregular schedule ever since you were younger. Getting on birth control somewhat helped regulate that, but lately it hadn't been wonky. You usually got it on the 15th. "Why, baby?" His eyes started to widen.

"I'm late, Tae. I should've gotten my period 5 days ago."

"Okay, let's not panic. We can't assume just yet, right?" He begins to slightly freak out, but he's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He was worried as hell now, not only because you were hurting but because this?

Lord, please. If you get me out of this one, I won't slap Y/N's ass ever again.

Don't get him wrong, he really wanted to be a father. He had always dreamed of having a good sized family with the love of his life. But right at this moment? He wasn't ready. You weren't ready. You both were just trying to survive school and that was already work on its own.

"Right." You say, but you're fucking screaming internally. Jesus fucking christ?!

"Let's get you in bed. I'll grab you some gatorade and soup while you get some more rest." He says, helping you up. You loved his cologne and taking in his scent, but today you couldn't deal. You sat on the edge of your bed, immediately grabbing the trash can next to your night stand and puked a little bit more acid.

"God, I'm so tired. Let this be ooooover." You whined as Tae tucked you into your sheets and wiped your face clean with a warm, wet towel. He folded it in half, placing the towel onto your forehead to help regulate your temperature as much as possible.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I hate seeing you like this." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't drink water just yet, it doesn't seem like you can keep it down. I'll come back right away, okay? Try to get some sleep."

"Can you grab a test?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles toothlessly, watching as your eyes slowly droop and shut close, the exhaustion from all this effort hitting you out of nowhere. Tae was worried sick, and he honestly wished he could snap his fingers so that the things you need would just appear and he wouldn't have to leave you alone.

He gets to the closest convenience store that would have everything you needed in one place. He grabs you a few bottles of gatorade, making sure to grab you the blue Glacier Freeze bottles because he remembers you saying that's the only flavor you grew up drinking. He grabs a couple of ingredients to whip you up some chicken noodle soup later once you're able to tolerate the gatorade at the very least. He also grabs a few unnecessary things like snacks for you both [mainly him cause it's based off of his own cravings right now] and then makes his way over to the aisle that has the condoms and pregnancy tests.

Tests?

Multiple kinds?

How the fuck is he supposed to know? Does one differ by the other much? They all look like the same fucking stick. They all look like that game of pick up sticks.

His eyes go from one box to another, mouth slightly hanging from how overwhelmed he is right now. This one says 6 days sooner, but the other box has two sticks for the price of one? He's assuming that's a nice safety blanket to have an extra stick confirm your results. But there's also one box with two sticks AND the 6 days sooner message.

Then a box with 4 sticks?

"Hooooly mother of pearl, fuck it." He says, grabbing the one with 4 sticks and the 6 day message. That's the gold for him. It makes him feel a little better knowing he could look at all 4 sticks. Does Y/N even have enough pee for this? He's about to make his way out of the aisle when he passes the condoms and lube.

Heh, no lube cause I make my girl hella wet already.

But condoms? After today, he was highly thinking about it. But lord knows how much he'd hate to have to wrap it up like that. Condoms are for sure your friends, but that raw feeling when he's inside the girl he truly loves - Exquisite. Chef’s kiss. Absolutely irreplaceable.

He eyes the boxes one more time before a little elderly lady walks past him in the aisle. She looks at him, smiles, then looks at the condoms before looking down at his basket with the pregnancy tests.

"A little late for that, don't you think?" She chuckles as she jokes to herself.

Well, damn? Like that??

He purses his lips into a fine line before rushing out of the aisle and making his way to the self-checkout lanes. He quickly checks out, not realizing he had gotten a little distracted from his own thoughts.

Getting back to your place, he notices you're still sound asleep. He takes your trash out and dumps it down the trash slot outside of your door. He cleans up a little in your living room, folding your blankets neatly and lighting your favorite candle. He washes the dishes left in your sink as he waits for the stove to heat up. He starts to whip up that chicken noodle soup for you so it would be ready.

Once he's done, he grabs a bottle of gatorade and sits on the edge of your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face.

"Here baby, drink some." He says, handing you the opened bottle. You stir in your position, sitting upright in order to get some of the gatorade into your system. You hope you can keep it down and make some progress. "I got you the tests." He shows you the box with 4 sticks.

"Damn, babe. Four sticks?" He clicks his teeth and points a finger gun at you.

"The more the merrier, amirite?"

"I should probably do those now." You take your time standing up with Tae right beside you, making sure you don't get dizzy or lose your balance. In the bathroom, you stand and stare at the box for a little, reality kind of settling in for you. This is actually happening right now.

"Hey, whatever happens, I'll be right here, okay? We'll figure this out." He reassures you, giving a kiss on the side of your head as you silently nod and open the box. You sit on the toilet, Tae helping you swap out the sticks until you no longer need to pee. He sets the aside the sink carefully, putting on a timer on his phone.

"Fuck. I can't just sit here and watch." You dig your head into your hands.

"I almost bought condoms." He chuckles, trying to brighten the mood.

"Taehyung and condoms? No way. My boyfriend would never."

"I would if absolutely necessary - and by absolutely necessary, I mean like today o’clock." You shoot him a look, the statement only heightening your anxiety. "But! I didn't, okay! We'll be fine, we can't assume."

"You're pulling out next time."

"I mean if you let me bust my load on your—"

"No, you're gonna cum in your own fucking hands after today." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Baby." He laughs. "That's no fun."

"Taehyung, we're sitting in my bathroom waiting for four pregnancy tests to show their results!" His timer goes off and suddenly you feel sick again.

"I guess we'll find out if I'm daddy in a few minutes." You smack him on the chest.

"Don't ever."

"Please, ladies first." He nods towards the sticks.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"It's your sperm that did this!"

"Woah m'lady, it takes two to tango!"

"Pick up the goddamn sticks." He clicks his teeth.

"Fuck, fine!" He picks up the stick. "Oh my god, baby." He says, gasping with his mouth agape.

That's it. You're gonna fucking cry. Everything is turning into white noise. Yes, you wanted a family but all of this shit was happening so quickly you couldn't even—

"You're not pregnant." He says in the same dramatic tone.

"I'm going to fight you!" You shriek at him, grabbing the sticks to double check. You see one single line across all four sticks, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You start to cry a little, causing Taehyung to laugh and pull you into a hug. He knows how stressed you just were and he knows this moment alone must have taken a lot out of you. He can't help but wanna cuddle you in his arms for the rest of the day.

"Oh never again, love."

"Don’t get me wrong. I wanna have your babies but I’m not ready to right now."

"I fully agree, 100%."

"I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to make sure we're in the clear." He nods.

"Feeling a little better?" You shake your head.

"Honestly, I still feel like shit."

"Go sit in bed, I'll bring the bowl of soup to you." He kisses you on the nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." And that's what you do - sit in bed while your man brings your bowl of soup that he delicately prepared over so you can get something in your system. Luckily, you were able to hold both that and the gatorade down and that's what your diet consisted of for the rest of the day.

The good ol' doc says it's nothing but a dumb stomach bug and that your birth control is just playing mind games with you, showing you the results to confirm the negative pregnancy test. He demands you take it easy and get lots of love in the mean time until you fully recover from whatever thing you ate that day that wasn't prepared carefully.

You live and you learn. Life is all about that, right?

"Never again, Tae."

"We don't mean that." He whines as he chases after you walking towards the car.

"You try being in my shoes during a pregnancy scare then!"

[bittydragon]

More ideas for the Ant Farm Au

So we kind of discussed this in the discord, however i really enjoyed the idea so much.

Wilbur somehow loses his memory from the time of being shrunk (of course this is only temporary, until his memory is jogged)

However no one actually knows this, so when Tommy goes to see his big brother as per usual, he is shocked to see how careless wilbur is acting.

So he goes to get wilbur attention and when he does, he sees wilbur not looking at him in the nice big brotherly way, causing tommy to step back a bit.

Wilbur's hand hovers near tommy, and he smirks looking down at him and states

"You will be just perfect for my newest experiment, my precious pet"

(Its probably not how he talks, but idc)

Tommy shivers realising this isnt his big brother Wilbur, this is the wilbur he has heard horror stories about.

Tommy trys to escape but he already knew before he felt himself almost being roughly crushed between two fingers that he didnt have a chance.

He watched as wilbur dragged him towards what wilbur often refered to the freezer, his eyes widen knowing exactly what wilbur had in mind.

Wilbur opened the freezer and chucked tommy inside, whos body got scratched up due to the rough ice.

Tommy was shivering holding he aching body and out of instict he tried to reach out to his big brother as his whole world turned dark as wilbur slammed the freezer shut.

Wilbur looked at his clock and stated planly.

"Lets see if its not a frozen popsicle in 10mintues"

While this was happening Nikki was watching in horror, she raced towards techno and informed him.

Techno raced towards his communicator (the morse code thing) he hated this thing since it was rather annoying hiting a button so many times

but he was greatful wilbur had recently hocked it up so they could message Phil.

Even though techno had never actually met this human, they had spoken so much through the communicator and spoke of how different there lives truly where from one another.

So techno of course didnt hesitate to message the man, the word; Help.

From -🐺

Tommy would be absolutely terrified. He should have realized that something was wrong. He knew the night before that Wilbur had a rather nasty fall and hit his head really hard on the table. But he didn't think he hit his head hard enough to do anything worrying. He knew he was wrong when Wilbur picked him up between two fingers rather tightly. Wilbur never picked him up, he always let Tommy climb onto his hand himself. Something was very obviously wrong.

When Wilbur approached the freezer, Tommy realized exactly what was happening. He was thrown into the freezer on top of all of the rough ice and he tried to reach out to Wilbur in hopes that he's still in there somewhere. But instead the door was shut and he was left freezing in the darkness. His body quickly became numb in the cold and he held himself tightly despite how much it hurt his now aching body. He could only hope that he wouldn't be in here for too long.

Niki couldn't believe what she just witnessed. Something was wrong with Wilbur, he wouldn't just go back to his cruel behaviors like that. She ran to Techno and told him what she just witnessed. Techno only froze for a moment before springing into action and dashing for the Morse code machine. He may have hated the thing, but he could call for help.

Phil was at Wilbur's door in minutes. When he got the message from his pen pal Techno, he rushed to Wilbur's house. As soon as he was greeted by Wilbur he knew something was wrong. He dashed to the antfarm and noticed two ants trying to direct him back to the kitchen towards the freezer- oh.

He quickly opened the freezer and was horrified to see a small ant laying on the ice, barely moving. He very carefully scooped the ant up and deposited him in the ant farm, where a small group instantly crowed the small ant and brought him farther into the farm to help him. Wilbur was protesting the whole time, going on and on about how the test wasn't done yet. Phil just angrily pulled him into a car and drove him to the hospital to find out he got a concussion bad enough to cause some temporary memory loss. The guilt Wilbur feels once he's recovered is overwhelming. He barely goes by the antfarm, only approaching when he needs to feed them. Tommy's recovery was thankfully fast but he didn't leave the farm for some time, too scared to face Wilbur. Wilbur doesn't blame him at all.