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f0point5 · 8 months

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You asked, and I answered.

Alright, buckle up folks here is my overanalyzed date possibilities list.

First, let’s list out everyone who has been a driver since Max joined in 2015. There are 46 of them (including temporary subs and those who didn’t finish seasons).

Now, let’s cut everyone who joined after 2021 as per your previous answer. Down to 41:

Lando Norris,Yuki Tsunoda, Lance Stroll, Mick Schumacher, Nikita Mazepin, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Sergey Sirotkin, Nicholas Latifi, Pascal Werhlein, Carlos Sainz, Antonio Giovinazzi, Daniil Kvyat, Kevin Magnussen, Rio Haryanto, Stoffel Vandoorne, Felipe Nasr, Jolyon Palmer, Esteban Gutierrez, Will Stevens, Roberto Merhi, Sergio Perez, Marcus Ericsson, Brendon Hartley, Valtteri Bottas, Daniel Ricciardo, Nico Hulkenberg, Sebastian Vettel, Romain Grosjean, Lewis Hamilton, Robert Kubica, Nico Rosberg, Pastor Moldonado, Fernando Alonso, Felipe Massa, Kimi Raikkonen, and Jenson Button.

Age has to come in now. No one more than 10 years older. That leaves us 33 people:

Then we can cut the REALLY irrelevant (aka people everyone forgets existed) drivers because she simply would never date one of them. Now we’re at 25 options:

Lando Norris, Yuki Tsunoda, Lance Stroll, Mick Schumacher, Nikita Mazepin, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Nicholas Latifi, Carlos Sainz, Antonio Giovinazzi, Daniil Kvyat, Kevin Magnussen, Stoffel Vandoorne, Felipe Nasr, Sergio Perez, Marcus Ericsson, Brendon Hartley, Valtteri Bottas, Daniel Ricciardo, Nico Hulkenberg, and Sebastian Vettel.

Let’s cut people based on whose vibes would NEVER work with her (and Estie Bestie because he doesn’t work with Max so by extension her). Down to 15 options:

Lando Norris, Lance Stroll, Mick Schumacher, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Max Verstappen, Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Nicholas Latifi, Carlos Sainz, Kevin Magnussen, Stoffel Vandoorne, Marcus Ericsson, Daniel Ricciardo, and Sebastian Vettel.

Now we can cut Max and Mick. So 13 options.

Then we can cut some for not being willing to make a move or not interested. Which leaves us 10 options:

Lando Norris, Lance Stroll, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Nicholas Latifi, Carlos Sainz, Stoffel Vandoorne, and Marcus Ericsson.

Now, I think we can cut Alex and George because I don’t think they would get along. So we have 8 left. So we need to consider Lando, Pierre, Carlos, Lance, Charles, Latifi, Vandoorne, and Ericsson. All could vibe IMO.

One date with Lando. I know they’re friends now but I could see him making a move when he realized Max wasn’t before a mutual friend zoning occurred.

Pierre and Carlos would both be ballsy enough to ask her out and I think she would consider a date with either of them. Both are former Max teammates too so they could’ve gotten close then. Both kinda cocky.

Lance is one of my personal favorites. He’s funny, kinda fiesty at times. I don’t think she would care about the nepo aspect and he’s friends with Mick so the intro is there. Plus we’ve seen the pic of her and Lance so we know they’re at least casual friends.

Charles could work too. Casual with Max, not over the top, good driver. No obvious reason against him.

Latifi is funny, doesn’t take himself too seriously, and could’ve been a single date.

Vandornne is also Dutch. Could be a pro there for them. Maybe met him a bit growing up because of it. Don’t know enough about his vibes to totally rule him out. He’s a Formula E champ, which would be a pro.

Ericsson is also there. Does decent in Indy which is a plus. I just have a feeling it’s not him for truly no real reason.

My guesses at which I’m order or likelihood is:

Lando

Lance

Pierre

Vandornne

Carlos

Latifi

Charles

Ericsson

I feel like I have to have at least 1 of the 3 in those final 10. I’d like to think all 3 but there could be a curevball in there idk. There’s also a shot in potentially missing someone in my original 46.

- 🤠

THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE IS THE COMMITMENT WE NEED.

Little cowboy person, I salute you 🫡

That vibe cut was brutal lol

You do indeed have at least 1 correct ;)

The math is 99.999% mathing

I LOVE THIS COMMITMENT LEVEL THOUGH. I’m getting all choked up

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jomilky · 2 years

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Hey Joooo (: how are you today? Do you feel like answering some questions about I&M?

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ?

Hiiiiiiiii Anon xx

It’s been two weeks since you sent me this but 🤪🤪🤪 I’m feelin alright. Hope you are having a great day! Sooooo—

1. Ian likes to call Mickey tough guy or sometimes baby when he’s feeling rlly excited or emotional.

As for nicknames Mickey uses on him, he generally adores Red the most. But there’s one, sunshine, that always hits a different spot.

Yeah he knows that Mickey’s calling him sunshine the same way as he would call him things like kid or buddy, joking and teasing. But ever since his diagnose, he knows that ppl sometimes see him as a burden (including his family, let’s admit it), while Mickey never ever does that.

It’s not like Mickey that he needs Mickey to be all lovey dovey calling him beautiful sunshine honey boo-boo, but when Mickey calls him sunshine he sometimes feels extremely loved and wanted and special. Maybe it’s cuz he has red hair that resembles the color of afternoon sunshine too.

2. I love a cocky and tough Mickey but I don’t think Mickey got them purely based on his own decisions. He wanted them- he knew he would have some cuz Iggy and Terry had similar knuckles tattoos. He chose the phrase (fuck u-up) by himself but he was not old enough (maybe just between 13-15) to think through it when Terry randomly decided to take him to a friend’s place to get the “family tradition” done. And he certainly didn’t know shit’s gonna hurt so bad until it happened.

Anyways, all pain (maybe even some hidden tears) would eventually be forgotten. The tattoos are hot and badass, and has become part of Mickey’s identity ofc.

Ian got his first Mickey-exclusive tattoo when he was drunk—not wasted, just a little too tipsy cuz he was on his meds. He was with Sandy and Tammi and Carl, planning another surprise Anniversary party. And all of a sudden they dared him to get a tattoo for Mickey as part of the surprise.

They went straight to the nearest tattoo shop. Mickey got his on his chest. He just gotta be more creative than that so he asked for one on his front hip. It was a little bunch of blue stargazer lilies. Everybody cheered and whistled when Ian said that Mickey would be at eye level to that tattoo a lot.

3. Mickey gets turned on when Ian wears sports jersey. He wasn’t there at Ian’s welcome party, where Ian wore a basketball jersey, but Tammi sent him photos so he found out. Before he knew it he already had his hands in his pants and it has become a turn-on for him ever since.

Ian gets turned on when Mickey holds oversized items?? Like a huuuuuge Super Big Gulp cup or a giiiiant popcorn bucket in Mickey’s freakishly-small tattooed hand rlly turns him on??? It kinda reminds him of his cock in Mickey’s hand??? (Does this mean that Ian thinks he has a larger-than-average cock? Yes, absolutely.)

And Ian gets secretly turned on sometimes when Mickey yells at ppl or threatens to rip somebody’s head off. Mickey gets secretly turned on by… Ian’s big foot. It’s not like that he shouldn’t but he hasn’t found a way to play it cool yet so he’s still hiding it.

4. Mickey’s called SouthsideKing and Ian’s called Ian_galla_m (I’m sry I’m bad at social media names and I think Ian is like that too 🫢🫢🫢). They started following each other when they were teenagers, around the time they took their first selfie together, but Mickey never posted anything back then. He never rlly got the motivation to share any shit, at least not until he got back from Mexico and got out of prison for good and got married with Ian.

5. Ok let’s say they have got both a dog and a cat cuz why not?? Ian walks the dog more often cuz he’d take him with him on his morning run. Mickey cuddles with both of them more often but he wouldn’t admit it. (Jesus I was just chilling here and they HAD to snuggle onto my laps together. What can I do? NOT let ‘em?!) Ian would buy them little customers and take lots of photos, which he shares frequently in their family group chat and on social medias. Mickey would make their cat vests with the sleeves he cut off from his shirts. (He wants to make some for the dog too but he’s too big for those sleeves.)

#sry this’s rlly long and I’m rlly chatty here #ask box

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clingymickey · 2 years

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MY FIC WRITING ABILITIES ARE BACK FROM WAR EVERYONE!! 👏👏 good for me honestly 😌 agshjsksm. I came across @catgrassplantdad's amazing lil' hc and decided that I just had to write a little drabble for this.

Warmth.

Where the fuck was Ian? He should’ve been home by now. Mickey needed his furnace of a husband to be here with him, cuddling him under the covers right now.

It was Thursday afternoon, the only day where their pickups are pretty slow and they don’t have to take care of the kids, for once. Mickey tried convincing Ian to stay a while - take the day slow maybe, but his do-gooder husband had other plans instead, ‘the faster we do it the more time it is for us, mick” Ian assured him he’d be back soon and allowed Mickey to take the day off and have a short nap, considering how grumpy he had been this morning.

He starts making a move from the bed heading towards the living room with a blanket draped over his shoulders, and there he is. So Ian did come home but didn’t even bother to make sure his husband was okay? Unbelievable. Mickey makes a beeline towards the couch, grabs the blanket dragging across the floor, getting his faux pout ready to roll.

He stands in front of Ian for a bit, making sure he knows how mad he is for leaving him, his poor husband in the cold, alone! Then he takes the phone away from Ian’s hands, throws it to the other side of the couch…he’ll find it later obviously, but right now, he’s gonna need all of the space for what he’s about to do.

Bam! Comfort at last. Legs all tucked in nicely under Ian’s arms and the couch, head in its rightful place - the crook of Ian’s neck, and Ian’s long arms currently wrapping around Mickey’s back nearing the border where his back meets his ass, along with an additional bonus - the warmth of both Ian and the blanket.

“It’s fucking cold in there man. You didn’t even come to bed” Mickey said, softly, though his voice was a bit groggy, indicating he’d just woken up.

“Oh, is someone admitting they missed me and my cuddles?”

“No. First of all, fuck off, and second of all who said it was you I missed, it was just your warmth. Don’t get too cocky, Red.” he said with a laugh, hot breath warming up Ian’s neck.

“Eh, that’s still good enough for me” mirroring Mickey.

They stayed like that for a minute…or two. Both of them are clearly too comfortable enough to move. Ian alternates from rubbing Mickey's back to his hair, sometimes both while Mickey peppers soft lazy kisses from his jaw working his way down his neck. It's nice like this, neither of them planning to move from each other, just sitting in peaceful silence.

“How were the pickups?” Mickey said, sounding like he was on the verge of falling asleep, safely tucked in Ian’s arms.

“Hm. The usual. Helped this really nice old lady cross the street.”

“Yeah, of course, you did.” he said with a huffed-out laugh.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”

“Nothin’. You’re just always so good and helpful. Kinda like that about you”

“So you only kind of like that about me, huh. Wow.” Ian teased.

“Yep, that and your dick. Oh and plus the freckles. I really like that about you”

“Ohh. Okay” Ian says with a laugh.

A beat later, Ian says with a sigh...

“Yeah. You’re good and helpful too, Mick. You’re really good and helpful and I love you for that.” Pressing a peck to MIckey’s forehead, before dozing off to sleep.

#how could he just say THAT before falling asleep?!?!#i've literally had so many ideas this past week and can't wait to share them with all of you now that i can finally write #gallavich #ian x mickey #fanfic

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piper-williamson · 3 years

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my hoa ranking of characters — least favorite to favorite

not all characters are on this list but the ones i felt like i could rank as of rn. there’s too many minor characters i don’t care for and it’s not that i particularly care for the others i just remembered them enough to rank.

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rufus — -70969943853/10

kidnapped patricia. and jerome. and trudy. willing to commit human sacrifice of a kid. threatened them with electric bees or whatever. have had nightmares about him. thrilled that bitch is dead

denby — -10/10

so threatening with her words but she’s all talk. no action. kinda makes me hate her more? but in a different way. storyline is so messy like how did she even find out harriet’s destiny and how did she then decide she wanted to awaken a >hundred year old man and basically a hell demon?? like girl just go work for donald trump or somethin

vera — -6/10

not as annoying as denby but still like what did she even want? to be with rufus? why?!?? creepy af the time she was frozen dead but like not.

mick — 1/10

just,,, there. all he does is be in love triangles and play the sports. half of his storylines are just him leaving. patricia says there’s a man in the house (rufus) and he eats a banana. n who gives their gf and “just a friend” matching bracelets?!? 1 point for not being evil.

victor — 1.5/10

as much as i wanna put him above mick, he yells too much. calm down old man. 1 point for caring for the kids enough to not carry on when he found out about the whole human sacrifice thing. also saving joy in s2. y’know what he gets half a point more than mick.

trudy — 4/10

trudy is heartwarming but holy shit is she oblivious. Is Just Ok with “robert smith” being there even when she has no confirmation of his identity. very loyal to the kids and does protect them from a lot of shit. writers did her dirty a lot of the time.

mara — 5/10

ok listen. i don’t dislike mara. i just tend to favor the sibuna mystery storylines, and all of her stories are more realistic scenarios. that being said i love her helping poppy and i also love the sisterhood thing in s3. but also mara why the FUCK would you fall for mick like he’s mick??!?

kt — 7/10

written into hoa way better than on shows like h2o where there’s just one sentence about emma being gone and that’s that. she wasn’t just nina’s replacement, she was her own person. love her personality and her friendship with eddie. 100% a lesbian. only reason she’s so low is cuz no matter how good she is of a replacement character she still kinda is one and i don’t do well with those. i’m working on it.

nina — 8/10

i love nina so much. fabina is so cute together. i think the only reason i have her so low and don’t wanna put her higher is cuz i always hate main characters, even though i don’t hate nina. my mind is strange.

amber — 8/10

dumb blonde stereotype but who cares i love her. provides much comic relief for me especially in s2. ping pong queen. also love her bday episode. ungrateful for alfie at times. also liked mick but it’s a little more understandable cuz Hot Guy cliche. but was also mean to mara about it. but also a lot of that was mick’s fault #blamemick

alfie — 8/10

class clown who’s loyal af. Actually completes amber’s bf trial list. would go through hell for her. always feeling like he has to prove himself to the group but he’s always been an asset. we love him.

willow — 8/10

was such a comfort character when i was little. for some reason rewatching she was less of one. still absolutely so pure of heart and lovable. somebody get this girl a hedgehog.

eddie — 9/10

cool dude™. top notch bf. peddie is one of my fav ships ever. he kinda gets all heroic in s3 but s3 has a whole set of issues. plot twist reveal of his daddy issues. great development while being a great character the whole time.

fabian — 9/10

such a solid dude. guy-falls-for-girl-first trope to the max. he’s awkward and nerdy but not really cocky or annoying. fabian defense squad for life. point off for kissing joy like dude besides the outfit she looks nothing like nina come on.

jerome — 9/10

terrible person at times, but great character. comfort character of mine. his flaws allowed him to be developed throughout the show. he feels very real and human and i love him.

piper - 10/10

obsessed w her cuz i’m also pretty similar to her. both of us go (went) to music school and love patricia. not that i think she’s a BETTER character than a lot of the characters lower on this list, but this is a ranking of my favs so she has to be above them.

joy — 10/10

also a comfort character. i honestly feel most like joy out of all the characters. similar to jerome in that her character flaws lead to richer development. i live for it. was Literally held hostage by her parents and forced into a cult in s1. most of anubis house seemed to just brush that off. that doesn’t excuse her actions, but i love her growth throughout the series. not higher cuz she was kind of a dick to nina for a long while.

patricia — 10000000000+++/10

again i wish there were an infinity symbol. do i even have to say anything? witty and sarcastic and says what’s on her mind. i wish i were eddie cuz i’m in love w her. i know amber’s the one who went to fashion school, but patricia is a style icon. my gay awakening.

#sibuna ranks #sibuna x #rufus zeno #mick campbell #victor rodenmaar jr #mara jaffray #kt rush #nina martin #amber millington #alfie lewis #willow jenks #eddie miller #fabian rutter #jerome clarke #piper williamson #joy mercer #patricia williamson

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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Love In Sin

Chapter 6

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Warnings - Angst, Slow burn, Fluff, Implied Smut, Mentions of crime and drug, Swearing.

Chapter Warnings - Slow burn, Swearing

Word Count - 1.5k+

A/N - So I decided to post this a little ahead of the schedule. This and the next chapter are one of my favourite chapters I have written so far. Hopefully y'all will like it!

Beta'd by the lovely @deanwanddamons

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89

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“What's up?” you asked Dean.

“So, almost everyone has shown up to the party, though I am still waiting for Rowena. While you were busy getting dolled up,” you glared at him, “I exchanged a few words with Arthur and Mick - they are really secretive and I talked with both Chuck and Amara - Chuck seemed nice but Amara didn't even acknowledge me.” Dean muttered.

“Aw, did she hurt your male ego? You’ve never been turned down by a girl I see,” you said with a straight face.

“Girls simply can't resist the Winchester charm,” Dean smirked.

“Well I’m kinda immune to the Winchester charm,” you sneered.

“Are you sweetheart?” Dean pulled you closer.

“Uh-huh,” you said, your heart started to flutter in your chest as he cupped your face.

“Chuck’s watching,” he said.

“Wha-” your words died in your throat as Dean lowered his head, tilting it and pressed his lips onto yours. Your whole body tingled with various sensations. The smell of Dean's cologne invaded your nostrils. His teeth grazed your lower lip. You gripped onto the sleeves of his black shirt to steady yourself. His tongue swept over your lip and you found yourself getting lost in the kiss, completely forgetting about the party.

“Hey Dean, I-sorry didn't mean to interrupt you two kids,” Cas chuckled, making you pull back from Dean. He winked at you and walked away.

Trying to catch your breath, you looked at Dean, that cocky son of a bitch.Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and your legs were jelly. You tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

“Our cover’s safe,” Dean brought his mouth near your ear and whispered, “Winchester charm.” His lips grazed behind your ear which made you go weak on your knees, but you were adamant - you didn't want Dean to know how much effect he had on you.

“Winchester charm doesn't work on me,” you smirked, “but maybe the L/N charm works on you. You got to take care of your little problem.” you said, pointing at the bulge in his pants, wiping the smirk of his face.

Dean looked up at you, his mouth snapping shut, the tips of his ears bright red. He loudly cleared his throat and walked out of the room, mumbling something about “hormonal teenager”, and left you behind with your heart beating loudly in your chest and an aching core.

You knew it was important to attend to the guests, but you needed a moment to yourself to gather your thoughts and Dean would be downstairs. So you made your way up to the bathroom.

Closing the door of the bathroom shut, you checked yourself in the mirror. You were a mess after that kiss with Dean. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your racing thoughts. You touched your lip, remembering the sensation of Dean's lips on you, a shiver running down your spine. He was having too much fun riling you up because you had looked around and had spotted Chuck was in another room. Well two can play the game now. Straightening your dress and touching up your makeup, you left the room to find your ‘husband’.

“There she is,” Dean called out as soon as you entered the living room. You smiled at the guests and Dean walked over to you, snaking his arms along your waist, he pulled you closer. He lightly pecked your cheek making your face to heat up immediately. You seriously needed to control your emotions because it was getting tougher day by day to keep them in check. This was a job and you needed to maintain a professional relationship with him.

“It's nice to meet you again, Y/N. Sorry, I couldn't talk to you guys properly yesterday when you came to invite us. I had a business meeting going on,” Chuck said, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Oh it's absolutely fine, Mr. Shurley,” you said, waving your hands at him.

“Please call me Chuck and you have a lovely party going on here,” Chuck said, excusing himself to go and talk with Meg.

“They all maintain such a polite personality, it's hard to figure out who might be the right hand of Crowley. Amara is the only one who is acting like a bitch. Maybe you should go talk to her - have some girl talk,” Dean whispered.

“You think that will be a good idea?”

“Do you have any other idea about how to make that lady talk?”

“Fine but I can't promise it will go smoothly.” you said and walked towards the couch where Amara was sitting, scrolling through her phone. You took a seat beside her, but she still didn't bother to look up from her phone. You saw her dress. It made you feel extremely self conscious . Her dress was beautiful and expensive. It was costlier than any of the dresses you had ever bought. You didn't know how to strike up a conversation with her, but fortunately Chuck came to your rescue.

“Sis, I think you should look up from your phone for once and try to socialise- maybe talk to the host who is actually sitting right beside you,” Chuck said, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Socialise? It's not like it's a damn Oscars after party,” Amara said, finally lifting her head up to look at her brother. This girl was downright rude.

“But I will try to socialise just for your sake.” Amara said and turned towards you. She snickered as she saw your dress and makeup.

“Hey Amara, enjoying the party?” Dean asked, winking at you.

“As much as I can,” Amara said and went back to scrolling through her phone. Chuck gave you guys an apologetic look and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry’ to you. You and Dean finally went to introduce yourselves to the last couple of guests.

“Arthur, Mick - you guys have hardly said anything since you came to this party,” you asked the two British gentlemen.

“Don't you worry, love. We are fine and we're quite enjoying the party.” You nodded at them, pulling Dean aside and whispered to him.

“I have no idea who is Crowley’s right hand.” You sighed.

“Me neither sweetheart.”

“What now? What's the pl-”

“I am so sorry for being late!” Rowena exclaimed bursting through the doors.

“Ms. McLeod, welcome,” you greeted and walked up to her.

“Oh please, call me Rowena. I had to attend an important meeting and it made me a wee bit late,” Rowena said and handed you a box.

“No worries Rowena but what-”

“Oh what type of guest am I walkin into your party empty handed? Please accept this,” Rowena smiled warmly at you.

“You must be Dean. We met yesterday, right? I have to meet so many people in one day, it all just gets jumbled up together,” she laughed making Dean chuckle. You thanked Rowena once again and she walked into the room where the other guests were.

“Do you think-”

“Nope. I don't think so.”

“Right. She actually seems a nice person.” you said, your eyes scanning the entire room of people.

The rest of the party went without a hitch. You and Dean kept a close eye on everyone, but no one did or said anything that set off any alarms in your heads. Everyone seemed to smile and make small talk with you. The entire evening was filled with food and drinks and laughter and all the neighbours warmed up to you guys easily, except Amara. No one gave off any vibes of being the right hand man to a drug lord.

Soon after, the guests started to head out, thanking you for an amazing party.

“We are heading out now. Thanks for this lovely party Campbell,” Meg said and pulled you into a bear hug. The Novaks were the last to leave. You closed the door shut behind them and saw Dean already typing on his phone.

“Are you updating the boss about how the party was a total failure?”

“Yes and no. The party wasn't a total failure Y/N. We got to know more about those rich jerks and their lifestyle-”

“They were nice,” you said.

“One of them is involved in a drug racket, they are jerks.”

“Fine. I am heading to bed then. I have to be prepared for whatever happens tomorrow,” you said and turned around to go to your bedroom since Dean was sleeping in the guest room.

“You're going to sleep already? You're such a party pooper. Come on the party's not over yet, Y/N/N,” Dean said.

“What do you mean Winchester?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

Dean went in to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine.

“The Novaks gave us this beauty as a housewarming gift and I never say no to free wine,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“It's only for tonight because we have to have our game face on. Let's get drunk Winchester.”

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littlespoonevan · 4 years

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Um if you ever wrote a fic about Ian and Mickey being their adorable selves in their room the after night they get engaged (the second time lol) id cry

okay i was cONVINCED i’d written this before and couldn’t remember how or where and it wasn’t until i wrote literally the exact same sentence that i realised i included this scene in the last chapter of How About Every Lifetime lmao but i wrote this anyway bc that scene was only short and tbh there can never be enough versions of that night imo (especially since lip robbed us in canon)

so here you go, i hope u like it!!!!!

Ian is roused from his doze to the sensation ofMickey’s mouth on his chest. Feeling his mouth curve up in a grin, he tightenshis arm around Mickey’s shoulders and opens his eyes.

While Lip’s announcement had somewhat halted theirplans when they’d first gotten home, Ian had promptly forgotten about the restof the world the second they’d finally been able to retreat to their room andlock the door. Make-up sex had quickly segued to holy-fuck-we’re-engaged sex and to say he felt worn outnow would be an understatement.

With his limbs feeling pleasantly heavy and Mickeyhalf-sprawled on top of him Ian hadn’t found it hard to drift off as they’dbasked in the afterglow.

Now, he meets Mickey’s gaze and sees his ownwide-eyed wonder reflected there. He can’t believe they made it here. He can’tbelieve he has Mickey back. And notonly back but committed. His, forever.

Knowing how close he’d been to them losing it allsits heavy in his chest and he feels renewed with a new sense of determinationto make sure Mickey never doubts him or his feelings ever again.

“Hey,” he mumbles after they’ve stared at each otherfor just a beat too long, raising his head from the pillow to close the lastscant few inches and slot their mouths together.

Mickey hums into the kiss, pulling back a momentlater with an expression on his face more content than Ian’s ever seen him. It remindshim of the moment they were reunited all those months ago. When Mickey threwhimself down on the prison bunk bed and Ian had lasted a grand total of fiveseconds before following him down. He’ll never forget the look on Mickey’s facebefore they kissed again for the first time in years. The surety that he’d beenright where he was supposed to be.

Ian feels like that right now.

“Hey,” Mickey replies softly and Ian feels a specialkind of smug knowing no one else will ever get to hear Mickey sound like that.

Ian runs his free hand down Mickey’s arm, catchinghis hand and holding it up to look at the ring. Somewhere between ripping oneanother’s clothes off and desperate kisses, Ian had managed to take the ringsfrom the nightstand and slide Mickey’s one onto his ring finger. He hadn’t had muchtime to linger on the sight, too distracted by what Mickey’s mouth had beendoing as soon as the ring was secure.

Now though, he slowly folds Mickey’s fingers to get acloser look, mouth quirking up in a smile at the way the ring cuts through the ‘u’tattooed on Mickey’s knuckle.

“Getting second thoughts?” Mickey asks after aminute. His voice is light and obviously meant to be joking but Ian notices theslight hesitance.

He tears his gaze away from Mickey’s hand and meetshis eyes, lacing his fingers through Mickey’s and squeezing tightly. “You knowme freaking out was never about you, Mick,” he says lowly. “It’s always beenyou. I’ve tried being with other people and it never fucking worked.”

He can tell Mickey’s biting the inside of his cheek,a nervous habit Ian wants nothing more than to soothe away with a kiss. ButMickey deserves a full explanation. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do,”he promises, leaning his forehead against Mickey’s. He breathes him in andhopes Mickey can feel his heartbeat where his arm lays over Ian’s chest.

“I was scared because I didn’t want you to be stuckwith me for the rest of your life,” he continues. “Stuck looking after me andputting up with my bullshit when I fly off the handle-“

“Stop fuckin’ talking about yourself like that,”Mickey interrupts, his attempt to look intimidating completely cancelled out bythe softness around his eyes.

“You know it’s a possibility,” Ian tells him calmly. “But-I just. I used be so much better at taking risks, y’know? And I think after Igot diagnosed I stopped doing that because some of those risks put me in somepretty dangerous situations. But in doing that I forgot about the best risk Iever took.”

Mickey looks at him, eyebrows expectant as he waitsfor him to keep going.

“You,” Ian says, finding it impossible to keep thesmile out of his voice. “Mick, you coulda fuckin’ killed me that day I tried toget the gun back off you,” he laughs, feeling triumphant when the barest hintof a smile quirks Mickey’s lips. “Hell, every fucking day of our relationshipwas a risk for almost three years but I kept taking it.”

Levelling Mickey with a look, he lifts the arm he’dhad draped across Mickey’s back and curls his fingers in the hair at the napeof Mickey’s neck. “And the only the thing I regret is that I stopped,” he says,hoping Mickey can hear the earnestness in his voice. “So yeah, marriage is arisk. But every single risk I’ve ever taken with you has been worth it so Iwant to do it.”

Mickey watches him for a beat, eyes boring into Ian’slike he’s trying to search for any trace of uncertainty. When he doesn’t findany he ducks his head, gaze falling to where their hands are still interlinked.

“It’s not a risk if it’s you,” Ian whispers,heartbeat picking up speed in his chest as Mickey’s head suddenly snaps up tolook at him.

Wordlessly, Mickey shifts forward where he’s stilllying half on top of Ian and crushes their lips together. It’s heated at firstbut dissolves into something slow almost immediately as their foreheads rolltogether, petering off after a minute or two until they’re just pressing theirlips together over and over again. Soft and insistent and sure.

“For what it’s worth,” Mickey mumbles against him afew minutes later. “When you asked how I know I love you-“

“Mick, you don’t have to-“ Ian starts because heknows. He knows and that’s enough butMickey cuts him off anyway.

“Let me say it,” he says and he looks nervous butthere’s determination in the set of his mouth. The same look he always gets onhis face right before he says something to make Ian’s knees weak. “I just knowbecause I do. I know it the same way you know all that kinda stuff that justbecomes fact in your head eventually. The sky’s fuckin’ blue. Grass is green.Winter in Chicago is cold as fuck. And I’ve been stupidly fucking in love withyou since I was a teenager.”

Mickey shrugs, helpless and honest and unravellingIan from the inside out. “That’s it. I just know.”

Ian stares at him, speechless, before he lets out abreathless laugh. It’s awed and overwhelmed and barely audible but it makesMickey smile. “Come here,” he breathes, feeling giddy as he tips his head up sotheir mouths can meet in the middle. And Ian thinks he could do this forever;kiss Mickey until both their mouths are numb and revel in this feeling until hecan’t even remember what a time without Mickey felt like.

He reluctantly releases Mickey’s hand so he can lifthimself up to straddle Ian properly but Mickey doesn’t break their kiss once soIan figures he can’t really complain. As soon as he’s settled over Ian’s hipsMickey reaches for both of his hands, lacing their fingers together and pressingtheir joined hands into the mattress on either side of Ian’s head. And they’vedone this a million times before but it’s different.

Because he can feel Mickey’s ring in the spacebetween his fingers and he knows Mickey can feel his too and it’s just- it’smore. It’s proof. It’s definitive proof that they belong together. It’s a headyfeeling and Ian allows himself to get lost in it as he urges Mickey closer,ignoring the ache in his leg and using their joined hands to roll them overuntil he’s crowding Mickey into the pillows.

In the brief moment they both take to catch theirbreath Mickey looks up at him with a cocky grin and says, “You ready to goagain?”

Leaning down until they’re plastered together, chestto chest, Ian noses at Mickey’s jawline, mumbling his words into Mickey’s neck.“Talking about feelings gets me hot, who knew?”

Mickey barks out a laugh, fingers twisting in Ian’shair. “I fuckin’ did. Always the quickest way to get in your pants.”

Ian pulls back, mock-affronted before a laugh burstsout of him. “Are you serious?”

Mickey just smirks up at him, a devilish look in hiseye as lets out a quiet, “I love you.”

Ian raises an eyebrow, body tingling and absolutelybetraying him. “Keep going.”

“Always loved you,” Mickey murmurs, making Ian shiveras he trails a hand down his back. “Couldn’t stop.”

Ian lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and alaugh, tugging Mickey into a bruising kiss. “You’re a dick,” he huffs againstMickey’s mouth, hardly kissing him with how hard he’s grinning. “I love youtoo.”

Mickey’s smile meets his own and for a moment there’snothing except that, lips curved wide, teeth clashing as they swallow eachother’s laughter but slowly, it slips back into something more. Intonever-ending kisses and wandering hands and heated breaths and Ian thinks arisk has never felt so much like safety.

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moonnightyoongi · 4 years

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yours | mark

love me like im never gonna leave, love me like im yours

word count: 2k

genre: angst (mainly), fluff, swearing (tehe)

a/n: just can’t stop thinkin of mark

based off the song yours | alina baraz

It had happened more than once, in fact you were definitely somewhere in the double digits but you couldn’t stop. Everything about him was intoxicating, the way he looked at you and the way he smiled at you, the smirk he had on his face when he would open the door to you - it was cocky and even though you hated it nothing could make you turn around and go back home. His voice was smooth and no matter what you asked him he never stuttered, there was a simple answer to everything.

Except one question.

“What is this?”

You had asked him one night and you swear every single bit of colour he had in his body drained and he was left with his mouth open, small stutters coming out. You looked at him and realised what it was and what it always would be… sex. There was no hope of anything progressing past it so you simply shut your feelings off and continued to fuck him.

“Are you leaving?” He asks as you rolled out of the bed.

“Of course,” you reply searching for your dress, “I gotta get back to the wedding.”

“You already left, why do you need to go back?”

“Because my sister is so drunk she won’t remember giving me the go ahead to leave. Besides I have four missed calls from my mum and I don’t think using the excuse that I’m looking at her and waving is going to work at 1am.”

“Just stay here.”

“Why would I do that? I got a room in a 5 star hotel and a massage booked in the morning,” you frown.

“I want you to stay,” he says.

“Well I want a 5 star hotel room and a massage,” you fire back. His smile falls for a second before he looks out the window.

“Can I come with you?” He asks.

“I specifically remember you saying you never want to meet a family member or be my date to my sisters wedding,” you reply.

“I don’t, I wanna have sex in a 5 star hotel room,” he smirks. You look at him and roll your eyes, he was always so good at getting what he wanted out of you, you would move heaven and earth for him if he asked.

“Get dressed,” you sigh.

“Shall I put on my best trench coat?” He jokes.

“It’s cold, you won’t have a penis left if you do.”

He falls silent and looks at you, blinking harshly, “You’re so crude sometimes.”

“Oh sorry, do you not like hearing about how your penis will shrivel up from the cold temperature?”

He laughs, “Sweatpants it is.””

“Jeans, it’s a 5 star hotel Mark. You can’t stroll in wearing sweatpants.”

“Oh, its the brush your hair before going down to breakfast kinda vibe?” He asks.

“Brush your teeth too,” you reply.

“Can’t have orange juice then.”

“It’s the price you pay to not be judged by Gary, 55, on a business trip.”

“Where do you get these names from?” He asks laughing and throwing on a clean t-shirt.

“They just come to me,” you reply, “Zip up my dress.”

“It’s a very pretty dress,” he says walking over to you, “Floor length gowns suit you.”

“I’m just glad she let me get a navy dress and not that God awful pink dress,” you tell him. You shudder at the thought of the dress, it was a bright pink that made your eyes sore, even the thought of it irritated your eyes again. Of course, it nearly was the dress you had to wear because the meter of the groom thought you looked absolutely delightful ‘like a strawberry cheesecake’. Last time you checked you weren’t a fucking dessert.

Mark’s hand touched the bottom of your back as you moved your hair out the way to avoid it getting caught in the zipper (again). His touch was soft, like he was afraid he would break you (or the zipper). Zipping it up slowly, he paused halfway through - letting out a sigh.

“Ah yes, do take your time Mark, there’s only a 55 year old woman waiting to chop my balls off,” you say. He lets out a laugh and you feel his breath on your shoulders causing you to shiver, even his light touch was enough to drive you mad. All you wanted was him to be yours.

“Done,” he says obviously coming out of his trance and finishing your zipper quickly.

“Let’s go,” you tell him, “Uber’s nearly here.”

<—>

She was like a dog to a bone, as soon as the Uber pulled up in front of the hotel she was rushing down the stairs ready to pounce on you. Until she saw Mark get out of the car with you.

“Who is this?” Your mum asks surprised.

“My friend Mark,” you reply with an awkward smile. She stares at him before putting her hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” he smiles.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She snaps looking at you, clearly breaking out of her Mark trance.

“With Mark, he needed me,” you say. It was partly true, he had needed you - just a different kind of need.

“I had locked myself out,” he says, “My roommates are all out and not answering their phones.”

“We tried to get in through an open window but he nearly dropped me,” you lie.

“That’s so you, even when you’re not the one navigating you get lost.”

“What?” You ask confused.

“Who knows, I asked your father to get me vodka and he got me whiskey. It’s my nonsense drink,” she dismisses, “He’s useless, all men are. Your poor sister, her husband is the worst. He tripped over a table cloth today, how could he miss it? The floor is brown and the cloth was fucking white, not to mention there was also a table underneath it.”

“Go to bed mum,” you cut in.

“Is Mark staying with you?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“You know the rules.”

“I can’t leave the door of the room open, anyone could come in.”

“Leave the bathroom door open,” she says turning on her heel.

“Wh-,” Mark begins.

You shake your head and cut him off, “Don’t question it, she’ll start another conversation that’ll last another 10 minutes and I haven’t got it in me to de-code her.”

“Are you the same on whiskey?” Mark asks as you both walk up the steps of the hotel.

“Gin!” Your mother shouts, “Gin is her mumbling drink. On her birthday last year she started to recite the whole script from the film The Bee Movie. I don’t know know where she learnt it, we were always such Shrek people.”

“What is going on?” Mark asks, eyes raised.

“Don’t ask,” you reply, “Where’s your room mum? We’ll walk you.’

“Don’t be silly, there’s your father. FATHER!” She shouts, “Wait he’s not my father, MICK!”

“Who the fuck is Mick?” You ask her, “Dad! Take her, she’s driving me insane.”

You walk her over to him and he smiles weakly, “She’s been watching a lot of shows lately, Mick is one of the characters.”

“You hope,” you smile before walking back over to Mark, “Let’s get to the room quick, she might start reciting Shrek.”

“Donkey!” You hear her shout as you run up the staircase to the floor you were on.

“It’s begun,” you say looking at him. He laughs loudly as you walk down the hallway to the room you would be staying in.

“Fancy,” he says kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans. He looked around intently while all you could do was stare at him, he looked beautiful even with his messy hair and tired eyes. Part of you was so glad he asked if he could come, you didn’t want to leave him - well, ever.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks snapping you out of your daydream.

“My mum,” you lie.

“She’s really funny.”

“Lucky for you she’s so drunk she won’t remember she met you tomorrow,” you say throwing the room key on the desk.

“I don’t mind if she does,” he says walking into the room.

You smile awkwardly once more and lean against the desk, unsure of what move to make. You normally knew what you were going to do when you saw Mark - but this felt like alien territory. Would you lie next to him? Turn the TV on and watch shitty morning television shows? Or would you simply sleep 2 feet apart?

“Come here,” Mark says putting his hands out for you to take.

“What do you want?” You ask accepting them and letting him pull you towards him.

“What are you really thinking?”

“About what to do.”

“We could just relax and watch TV, order some room service?”

“That sounds really nice,” you smile.

<—>

Less than hour later you both sat on the bed eating ribs and watching some stupid quiz show. Everyone answer you shouted was wrong of course, how did people know these things? How didn’t you know these things?

Times like this felt nice, it was just you two doing normal things together. It wasn’t some quick hook up then ended with you leaving after it was done and feeling shit as you walked out the door, him not even batting an eyelid at you.

“How do people know these things?” Mark asks.

“That’s what I was thinking,” you reply throwing the rib bone on the plate and sighing, “I ate too much.”

“You don’t need to get back into the dress, you’ll be fine.”

“I’ll be bloated for my massage tomorrow.”

“She’ll deflate you,” he jokes.

“He’ll,” you correct.

“A male massage therapist, lucky you.”

“Hm, he’ll apply more pressure,” you say lying down and rubbing your eyes.

“Can I admit something to you?” He asks.

“You always wanted to be a massage therapist?” You joke.

“No,” he laughs moving to lie down next to you, “I really enjoy your company.”

“I bet you do.”

“No, I mean your company. Like that night we played games and the winner got oral,” he says, “I like doing those things with you.”

“Cause’ you always win and get oral,” you tell him.

He looks at you seriously before looking down, “Yeah, because I always win.”

You almost didn’t believe him till the smirk reappeared on his face seconds later, “Wanna play a game?”

“Goodnight Mark,” you groan turning over.

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispers.

You never wanted it to be morning. You wanted to stay in this moment with him. You wanted to feel his body heat next to you forever, you wanted to stay up late doing stupid mundane things with him.

You wanted him to be yours.

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toastyhusbandstand · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich Additional Tags: Top Ian Gallagher, Bottom Mickey Milkovich, Praise Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, Friends With Benefits, Kinda?, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, not the healthiest of relationships, our boys are in love they just haven't figured it out yet, Hopeful Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cocky Ian Gallagher, Bartender Mickey Milkovich Summary:

Ian isn’t bothered at all, worse, he seems to find Mickey’s behaviour funny when it's supposed to be fucking threatening. “V knows we’re fucking. Kev knows we’re fucking. I’m pretty sure Kermit knows we’re fucking. Who are you trying to fool, Mick?”

The me goes unsaid, but it’s as obvious as the palpable sexual tension between them. Mickey avoids both by busying himself with serving Ian his standard drink of choice, Guinness on tap.

#gallavich fanfic #ian x mickey trope #gallavich fanfiction #writing #ao3 fanfic #shameless fanfiction

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ao3feed-gallavich · 3 years

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Cleansing Wave Flowing Through my Veins

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XyfXli

by toastyhusbandstand

The me goes unsaid, but it’s as obvious as the palpable sexual tension between them. Mickey avoids both by busying himself with serving Ian his standard drink of choice, Guinness on tap.

Words: 5426, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Top Ian Gallagher, Bottom Mickey Milkovich, Praise Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn With Plot, Friends With Benefits, Kinda?, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, not the healthiest of relationships, our boys are in love they just haven't figured it out yet, Hopeful Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cocky Ian Gallagher, Bartender Mickey Milkovich

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XyfXli

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Gallavich

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Fifty-Seven

A/N: this is kinda raunchy. I'm not sorry.

Word count: 4K

Warning(s): explicit language, explicit sexual situations, mentions of drug abuse

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1981

"...Shh." Nikki chuckles out in a smile, his hand over my mouth as he comes up for a second so I can calm down. "If your parents hear you, I'm fucked."

"I'm sorry, you've been going down on me the past hour, I'm really sensetive right now, and I thought you didn't care." I whisper, quoting him from something he's said before.

He just smirks.

"I thought about it and decided if we get caught, I won't be able to do this..." He tugs my nipple with his teeth for a moment, causing me to gasp out. "...or this..." he pushes two fingers into my slick cunt and I arch my back, the delicious friction causing my body to crave more. "...or this." He goes back to where he was, his tongue working at my swollen clit.

I take in a sharp breath, trying to keep from moaning too loud as he devours me and every last drop of sticky-sweet running out of me.

"Oh, fuck, daddy." I whine out, my hips bucking up, grinding against his feasting mouth, only causing him to move his tongue faster and more deliberately.

He hums at the sound, his dark eyes glancing up at me, his hands keeping my thighs spread wide open as he sucks at my clit, making my eyes roll back, my toes curl, and a wanton moan leaves my lips as my pussy tenses and relaxes repeatedly, wanting to be filled and abused.

Nikki finishes licking the cum from between my legs, before laying beside me as my exhausted body tries to wind down.

"You don't want me to do anything for you?" I ask him, taking deep breaths, blinking slowly at him.

He shakes his head, giving me a little smile, before pulling the covers up to my chin so I don't have to.

"No, Viv, getting to eat you for over an hour straight is repayment enough." He chuckles and my face burns red.

"Quit saying it like that." I cover my face with my hands.

"That's what I was doing, was it not?"

"I guess, but you don't have to be so..." I wrinkle my nose for a second. "...I don't know."

"Oh, so you can call me 'daddy' but when I call it 'eating', it's the end of the world?" He looks at me and I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I deny his accusation and he raises his brows.

"Oh, please, Viv, you scream it out like a bitch in heat almost everytime we fuck around."

"Fine, then, I'll stop." I shrug and he snaps his attention to me.

"I didn't say I didn't like it, it's just amusing to hear it from you, of all people, Saint Viv."

"Shut up, Devil Spawn." I shove at his arm.

"Ow." He complains, rubbing his hand over where I hit him, pretending to be hurt.

I roll my eyes and he mocks me, causing me to shove at his arm again.

"Do it again, see what happens." He threatens and I, spitefully, do it again.

I don't have time to react before he's snatching me onto him, grasping my wrists in his hands as he tickles at my stomach, causing me to double over and try to keep from waking my parents.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I whisper yell and he stops, allowing me to catch my breath and he laughs arrogantly, his rough palms rubbing up and down my thighs, calmly, his smile slowly starting fade as he looks up at me.

"What is it?" I ask him, self-consciously pulling the covers back around me to cover my chest.

"You're beautiful." He says lowly, his hand coming up to brush my red hair from my face.

"Don't be weird." I say in regards to whatever the hell is happening between us.

We've only messed around a handful of times and I've been trying not to get attached because there's no point. I don't need him bullshitting me just for the hell of it.

"I'm being honest, Viv. You are."

"So is every other girl you have fun with. We're already fooling around anytime either of us wants it, you can stop trying to tell me nice stuff so I'll let you between my legs, Nikki." I laugh it off, but the sting of the truth strikes through my body.

"The other girls are nice to look at, but are grade-A hangers-on. They could give less of a fuck as long they're getting boned by a rockstar, they don't care." He replies.

Apparently the look I give him is one of doubt.

"I'm always right." He states sarcastically with a toothy grin. "So if I say you--despite being a pain in the ass--are beautiful, then there's no arguing about it." He adds and I try not to make my overjoyed smile obvious, instead leaning down, pressing my lips to his.

1987

"Another vehicle, Nikki, are you kidding me?!" I scream as he simultaneously says, "don't fucking start, Viv!"

He can't be serious.

"Do you not remember that notice we got about the $5,000 a day in heroin being spent, Nikki, or did that just fly over your head? We have bills, we have have things that we need to prioritize and what do you do?! Buy another car!"

He just ignores me, grabbing a paper bag from the fridge.

I give up on fighting, tears of frustration rolling down my cheeks as I grab my car keys to just get the hell out of here.

He had gotten a brand new Mercedes Benz after I had asked him to wait until we got more money from the album and the tour. He decided we had enough money and went for it.

I angrily wrap packing tape around the cardboard box packed full of Steven's things, seeing him flinch each time the tape let out a squeak from me manhandling it.

"You good, Viv?" He asks me cautiously and I glare at him.

"I married a junkie who's mission is to damn near give me a heart attack anyway he possibly can whether it's with his drug abuse or simply spending money we don't necessarily have." I state. "So, no, Stevie. I could be better."

"Oh...I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"It's called D-I-V-O-R-C-E. They're perfect in situations such as your's and could really benefit you and him." Izzy sarcastically let's out, raising his brows and I slowly turn to look at him with a death glare. "Or suffer, that's a good option, too." He shrugs.

"We don't want that." I state as Duff comes in the living room from the kitchen.

"Not what I've heard." Izzy scoffs back. "Sixx talks when he's smacked out."

"And what exactly does 'Sixx' say?" I ask, raising my brows.

I can feel Steven making motions to Izzy from behind me, and I turn to look at him only to see him pretending to rub the bottom of his jaw with his knuckles.

It's obvious he was just running his hand against his neck in a "stop" motion to Izzy.

"Uh, n-nothing." Duff puts in as an unsettling tension settles in, like the three of them are on a level of understanding that I'm not aware of.

"Guys, seriously, what does he say?" I ask.

"It's not really what he says as much as what he does." Izzy let's out carefully and Duff glares at him.

"What does he do?"

"Cries." Duff states.

"Yeah." Steven adds.

"Like a little bitch." Izzy sighs.

I look at them for a moment before deciding to not ask anything else.

"Okay, Steven, here." I finish taping his box of stuff.

"Thanks, Viv." He replies, picking the box up, and suddenly every nude magazine he owns is spilling onto the floor from the bottom of the box.

"Aw, dude, that wasn't suppose to happen." Steven states and I hand the tape to Duff when he offers to retape it, before plopping down beside Izzy.

The difference in Fred, Mick, Duff, Steven, Izzy, Slash and Axl keeping the Vanity situation from me, and Tommy, Vince, Doc, and Tansy, keeping it from me was that Vince, Doc, Tommy and Tansy were protecting Nikki.

Everyone else thought they were protecting me, instead they would constantly down Nikki about it, trying to get him to stop his shit.

It would have been nice for someone to tell me instead of having me looking like an absolute dumbass in front of God and everyone.

But I can see why they would think I couldn't handle that information at that time.

"Baby, c'mon, Tommy and I leave in a couple hours." Nikki pleads with me over the phone.

"Okay, so just days ago I was a 'psycho cunt' and you bought a brand new car a couple days ago just to spite me, and now I'm 'baby' again?" I question him.

"We fucked last night, Viv." He states and I sigh.

"We have sex because we're horny, Nikki, not because either of us are sorry for whatever we fight about." I point out and he groans.

"Just get down here and tell me 'bye', please?" He asks and I let out a breath.

"Fine, I'll be down there in a few minutes." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

How Nikki's logic worked:

Sex = apology.

I had accepted that, but a few months into '87, I realized sex didn't fix anything. It just swept it under the rug and allowed the both of us to pretend nothing was wrong.

The rug was starting to have so much dirt swept under it, it wasn't even laying flat on the floor anymore.

I shut the door of my car, Nikki waiting for me outside in his sunglasses, despite it being night out, his cocky smirk plastered on his lips at the fact that I came when he snapped his fingers, like always.

He holds a cassette out to me and I raise a brow, unamused.

"An apology for being an asshole." He tells me.

On the label reads "You're All I Need."

"Remember that song I wanted to write for you?" He asks and I nod, not necessarily knowing how to feel.

"I'll see you when you get back." I let out, giving a tight smile, opening my car door but he shuts it quickly, turning me to face him.

"That's it? No 'thank you', no 'goodbye' kiss, no nothing?" He questions me.

"I'm still upset over our fight Nikki."

"We always have bullshit fights, Viv. We say shit we don't mean all the time."

"Okay, but we're getting too comfortable saying hurtful things to each other, are we not?" I point out, and he sighs, shaking his head a little.

"We tried therapy, it didn't work, so. I don't know what to tell you."

"We went to a handful of sessions, Nikki, before you refused to go after Nona passed away." I remind him.

"Because we were both miserable in those sessions."

"Well, it's nearly one year later and we're still miserable." I state and he furrows his brows.

"Being married to me makes you miserable?" He hisses out.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just mean--"

"--Great, well, I'll see you in five days." He cuts me short, hurt over what I said, stepping to the door.

"That's not what I meant, Nikki." I follow after him and grasp at his wrist. "I meant the both of us are getting more and more unhappy."

"I'm fine." He pipes. "I'm sorry if you're antidepressant stopped working or something but I'm fantastic, Viv."

"You're fantastic?"

"Yep."

People who are doing "fantastic" don't self-medicate but okay.

"I'll do better." He says to me, smiling down at me reassuringly. "Alright?"

I nod, and he looks me up and down for a moment before catching my lips with his.

His Jack flavored tongue meets mine, eliciting a soft hum from me as his hands hold at my waist, my fingers lacing in his hair.

We take a few steps back and I feel my legs hit the front of my Corvette. I drop the tape to push his jacket off his shoulders when he nudges for me to sit back on the hood of my car, already knowing where this is going.

His lips trail down my neck, his teeth nipping at my hardened nipples through my dress, causing me to giggle and moan simultaneously, my fingers running through his teased hair.

He stands up straight to unbuckle his belt, the sight of his prick desperate to get out of his pants has a wave of pleasure sweeping up my back, my hand pulling my dress up to run over the soft fabric of my panties, the toe of my heel gently traveling up the inside of his leather covered thigh.

He stops me just before I can trace over the bulge in his pants, his hand gripping my ankle, his fingers of his other hand untying the lace of his pants.

I sit up, reaching my hand out to free his cock, but he grabs at my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

"No, no." He wags his finger at me with a slick smile and my mouth waters when he pulls himself from his pants, precum already beading at his tip.

He sees me eyeing it, purposely wrapping his fist around his shaft to jerk of a couple of times, causing even more of the liquid to leak from him.

"Go ahead have a taste because every last drop is going in that pretty pussy so you remember who's you are while I'm gone."

My core tenses up, evidence of my arousal wetting my panties at his words and I don't hesitate to swipe my thumb across his tip, enjoying his jaw tensing at the contact, before making a show of sucking my thumb into my mouth to lick it off.

He stares at me and I blink up at him, taking my thumb from my mouth, waiting for him to make the next move.

And oh, does he.

He's impatiently pushing my dress to my hips and yanking my panties off, holding at one of my legs as his fingers trail between my legs to my clit.

I let out a harsh breath when he lightly runs the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nerves, watching my face.

I have to bite my lip in order to keep from cursing at him teasing me, and he licks his lips before taking his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against my clit, watching as my eyes close and a whimper leaves my lips.

I feel my pulse in my core, and the ache of utter need has me giving him my best "fuck me" eyes I can muster up.

"Does my little slut wanna be fucked?" He asks and I nod, looking at him with my eyes half-open.

I shudder when he drags his tip to my hungry cunt, slowly, agonizingly, sliding into me.

My back arches as he gives me the time to feel his girth stretching me, and he grins, his head falling back, his hands pushing my thighs against the hood of the car.

"I will never get over how fucking tight you are." He tells me in an almost moan, pulling back out again and slowly sliding back in, time looking down to see himself thrusting in and out of me.

"So good." I let out softly, my hands pinching at my nipples through my dress and he starts to pick up the pace, causing me to gasp and moan with every thrust as he goes deep into me, hitting my cervix.

I remember where we're at and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from drawing attention from the street incase anyone can hear me.

Nikki doesn't like that.

"Keep your fucking hand down." He orders, pulling my hand from my mouth. "I want them to know you're getting fucked, I want them to know who's fucking cock you're taking inch for fucking inch." He states, and I moan quietly at his words, still not wanting to draw attention.

My walls tighten and loosen around him as he continues to drive into me, my sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder with my loss of control and Nikki's determination.

His fingers quickly go back and fort against my clit, causing me to let out an unexpected cry, my hand holding at his wrist to try to get him to stop but he won't.

"Good girl." He praises me for not trying to hide my pleasure, grunting at the feeling of my pussy tightening around him.

The wet sound of him moving in and out of me mixed with my cries and he cursing fills my ears.

"Harder, Nikki, please." I beg, a masochistic part of me not wanting to walk right for a couple days.

I don't have to ask twice, his hand's around my throat, his fingers roughly stimulating my clit while his prick mercilessly starts pounding into my weeping cunt, only causing me to moan the best that I can with him choking me.

The two of us look at each other in pure ecstacy and I smugly grin before opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

His hand grasps at my throat a little tighter as he leans forward and spits in my mouth, only letting his grip loosen briefly so I can swallow it.

Our bodies are now drenched in sweat and I'm growing closer and closer, squeezing around him so tightly I think he's having to force himself not to finish before I do.

I'm probably looking up at him like he's a god, mesmerized by the sheen of sweat covering his chest, his thumb of his hand around my throat softly swiping the skin of my neck, sweetly contradicting his roughness.

"Oh, daddy, I'm gonna come." I gasp out. It's been a while since I've called him that in bed and it's only motivating him to go harder. "Fuck!" I mewl, squeezing my eyes shut as I tighten around him even more before my orgasm hits and my pussy's spasming in hopes of getting every last bit of his load.

He groans from the sensation before I feel him push back into me, forcing himself against my cervix, hot cum coating the inside of me.

"What the fuck?!" Tommy screams in a high pitch, and Nikki and I startle, looking in the direction of the door to see Tommy and Vince standing there, just walking out, but being met with Nikki inside me, with his hand around my throat and me moaning.

I'm horrified, Tommy's traumatized, Vince is probably wishing he had his camera, and Nikki's...well...

"Hahaha!" Nikki let's out, pulling my dress down my legs so I don't flash Tommy or Vince. "Sorry." He says next, tucking himself back into his pants, picking his jacket up off the ground as I scramble to get off the car, wincing at the feeling Nikki's cum about to start running out of me.

My face is bright red and Tommy looks like he's about to cry.

"I came out here to tell you 'bye' and-and..." he can't finish speaking, disgust on his face.

"Nikki was telling you 'bye', too." Vince laughs out and I glare at him.

"I'm sorry we fool around, T-bone, jeez." Nikki chuckles.

"'Fooling around' is a blowjob. This," he grabs his own throat and pulls his own hair. "Is something I don't want to see Viv in."

"She's the one who's into it." Nikki argues and my eyes bug as I feel even more embarrassed.

"Nikki, what the hell?!" I ask him as Tommy looks even more worried.

"Aww, man, this is great." Vince sighs out, grinning.

"Viv, I love you, I'll see you in a few days." Tommy let's out, avoiding eye contact with me.

I don't want to face him at the moment either.

"Love you, Tommy, bye." I reply as he heads to their car that just pulled up.

I grab the tape from the ground and my panties, and Nikki takes the skimpy undergarment from my hand and puts it in his jacket pocket.

I just look at him.

"What?" He asks. "It's a token of your affection to remind me of you when I miss you on those cold, lonely nights."

"You'll be gone less than a week, Nikki."

"You want me to think of you or not?" He points out and I can't hide my smile, chuckling at his bullshit.

His eyes shift to the tape in my hand, and his face falls for a second as if he regrets giving it to me.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, um...just...don't take lyrics too seriously." He tells me and I raise my brows.

"What?"

The car honks the horn and he looks at them as Tommy's standing out of the sunroof.

"Dude, c'mon, we're gonna miss the flight!" He tells Nikki.

Nikki turns back to me, giving me a little smile, kissing me sweetly.

"I'll call you when we get to the hotel." He assures me, kissing me again.

"Okay, be careful." I say.

"I'm sorry, Viv, alright?" He says next, and I think he's apologizing for the "Wild Side" ordeal and buying a new car we could barely afford.

I'm about to say "I am, too" but he cuts me off, kissing me yet again.

"See ya, Sixx." He whispers, smirking to me.

"See ya, Sixx." I reply in the same tone.

With one last kiss, he's telling Vince 'bye' and making his way to the car.

I rub my lips together, noticing Vince has this amused look on his face as I step to my car.

"What, Vince?" I ask.

"Nothing. Enjoy the song." He tells me before walking to his bike.

I go home, clean myself up, change and head to the Franklin Plaza where Duff, Axl, Izzy, Slash and Steven are staying currently.

The second Steven opens the door, I'm waving the tape.

"He doesn't hate me!" I exclaim, handing the tape to Axl--who bet $50 that Nikki and I would divorce this year--as he's smoking his cigarette.

"'You're All I Need'." He reads the title, looking at Duff and Izzy who're on one of the suits' couches. "What, is it an ode to heroin?" He asks and I cut my eyes at him.

"Seriously, man?" Slash questions him, unamused.

"No, Axl, it's not." I state.

"Well, let's listen to it." Stevie excitedly says.

Soon enough we have it playing, hearing a beautiful piano ballad backed with Mick's guitar, Nikki's bass and Tommy's drums.

"The blade of my knife

Faced away from your heart

Those last few nights

It turned and sliced you apart

This love that I tell

Now feels lonely as hell

From this padded prison cell"

The lyrics of the first verse sound as with each passing second, everyone's looking more and more confused, glancing at each other while I try to make sense of whatever metaphor he's using.

"So many times I said

You'd only be mine

I gave my blood and my tears

And loved you cyanide

When you took my lips

I took your breath

Sometimes love's better off dead"

He can't be saying what it sounds like he's saying.

"You're all I need make you only mine

I love you so I set you free

I had to take your life

You're all I need, you're all I need

And I loved you but you didn't love me."

"Umm...Viv...I don't think this is about how much he loves you." Izzy speaks out.

"Laid out cold

Now we're both alone

But killing you helped me keep you home."

"I-Is he singing about killing me?!" I ask, nearly at a loss for words.

"I guess it was bad

Cause love can be sad

But we finally make the news."

"This bastard is singing about killing me!"

"Dude, didn't he actually try to kill you?" Steven asks me and I raise my brows.

"Tied up smiling

I thought you were happy

Never opened you--"

Duff stops the tape, snatching it from the player before tossing it on the floor and stomping it to pieces with his cowboy boot.

There's a long, long silence between all of us, and I force myself not to cry in front of all of them.

"I guess that fifty bucks is still on the table, then?" Axl shatters the silence.

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uber-den-pyromanen · 4 years

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Sniper X Reader Ch. 10

TBH don’t remember what’s happened up until this point and I’m afraid to ask.

When I awoke I was missing a shirt. I shook my head, Mick could easy out smart a Spy if he wanted to. I stood and walked back to my room. I opened the door to see Miss Pauling. "This is my fault..." She was standing at my desk. "It has nothing to do with you. Honestly I think it's the enemy Spy trying to get under Sniper's skin." Miss Pauling turned to me, her face had tears on it. "Sweet heart..." I went to hug her, she pushed me away. "...It's ok, we're dealing with it." She hushed her sobs. "I want in." I smiled to her. "I'd go talk to Spy then." I walked to my bedside table and picked up a tissue box. "Here." I held it out to her, she quickly took one. "I refuse to watch another teammate die..." I looked at her puzzled. "Who died?" Her expression changed. "Doesn't matter... he's alive again... some how." Miss Pauling tossed the tissue into the trash, walked by me and out of the door, closing it behind her. I took this time to shower and change for today training. I walked into the common room to see a handful of our teammates. "Who died?" Medic looked from his chess game and with a crazed smile. "Sniper! My worlds greatest achievement!" I was confused. "So... Mick replaced..." I was cut off by Demo. "No... He died and was brought back by Medic... who killed him in the first place." I was very confused. "I didn't kill him, I was just their when he died." My shock and confusion must have been plastered to my face. "I should explain..." Medic stood. "The Blu team before this one's Sniper killed our sniper, I just happened to be working for them since their medic died." I was lost for words. "Of coarse this was the Administrator's idea, I was to sabotage them... Unfortunately Sniper died in the process... So I brought him back... He was only dead for a few hours..."

"I was gone for 12 hours!" I looked to Mick who was nonplussed about the conversation. "And you weren't their to sabotage them, you needed the money for organs!" I deadpanned. "What the fuck!?" I looked between Medic and Mick. "No way in hell I'm believing that Medic is Doctor Frankenstein." I walked away from the group and out side. I walked a few yards from the base and leaned against my car. "You hurt his feelings." I turned to Mick, he was lighting a cigarette. "It's impossible!" Mick chuckled. "That's what everyone thought till they saw me." I removed myself from my car. "I just..." Mick took his shirt off and flung it over my solders. "See these." I looked to the deep scars on his arms. "There's what Medic calls a 'y' incision on my chest and another nasty one where I got shot." I touched the scars on his arms. "I... I can't honestly believe it..." Mick shrugged to me. "Me neither. I'm why you can respawn." I shook my head and looked up to him, he was smiling a cocky grin. I sighed and smiled back. "This has to be the most weird thing that I've ever heard." Mick chuckled; "Try not to think about all the weird organs that Medic's stuck into while you were sleeping..." My eyes went wide. "What!?" Mick put his shirt back on and walked away.

I suck my way into the training room. Everyone was working at their own thing. Most of them were running. Except Spy and Sniper they were sparing. I pulled my hair up and joined in on the running. I was able to keep pace with Solly. He didn't shout at me like he did the other day. He glanced to me, and went to speak. "I will protect you like I protect my Zhanna!" I looked to him; his jaw was clenched and his knuckles were white. Zhanna? Did this idiot have a woman to go home to? Solly began to speed up his pace. I was soon left running on my own. "Sharpshooter!" It was Spy. I stopped running and headed towards him. "Do you know hand to hand combat?" I looked to the boxing ring, Mick was sitting in the floor of it leaning against one of the poles. "I know enough to defend myself..." Spy let out a single 'Ha!' "That's what your Copain said." I furrowed my brow to what he said, the lack of speaking a foreign language back stabbing me. "Alright, lets see if you're the better fighter." I hopped into the ring and squared up to Spy. He took a sing at me and I threw my arms up in defense. "At least your fighting reflexes are better." Spy shot a glance to Mick, and I took the chance to knock him in the face. Spy gracefully grabbed my fist. "Although he may be better at offence." Spy released my fist and turned back to me. "I'm long distance..."

"Not anymore." Spy adjusted his suit and got into a fighting stance. "Right." I got myself into a fighting stance and began to spar with Spy. It was all over in a flash...

...I awoke in the infirmary. "What..." I heard someone throw back the curtain. "Spy accidentally knocked you out..." I looked at Mick, he had gotten all his bruises fixed up. "Don't worry I made sure Medic didn't add any more organs." Mick was teasing me. "Although I can if you want! I do have a few spare bamboo..." Mick cut him off by cursing at him; "Oi! Leave her alone you wanker!" Me and Medic laughed. "Oh! I did save something from when I brought you back!" I heard a fridge open. "Where did I put it..." Medic rummaged around in the fridge for a moment; "Ah! here it is!" I heard him close the door and start walking towards us. I looked to Mick kinda worried, he had his head in his hands. "Here!" Medic dropped something into my lap, I dared not look at it. "It's Sniper's old heart!" I put my hand over my mouth and tried not to barf. "No thanks, Medic... You keep it..." Medic picked up the mussel from my lap and walked back to his fridge. "Well it's always here if you want it." Mick handed me a bed pan, I pushed it away. "I'll take his heart, in a metaphoric manner..." I heard Mick shuffle in his seat, I turned to him. "...It's less weird that way." A blush dusted his face, and I reached up and grabbed his hat. "Oi!" His blush deepened, as I placed his hat onto my head. "Suits me doesn't it?" Medic let out a gagging sound. "What haven't ya ever been in love Doc?" Jeremy joined the party. Before he could inter the make shift room Mick grabbed his hat back. "The only love that I know ist mein work." Jeremy threw the curtain open. "I think it's discount organs and not work..." I smiled to Jeremy. "...Glad you're awake (Y/N)." I nodded and went to get out of bed. "Same, what time is it?" Jeremy shrugged, he was never one for keeping time. "I think it's about dinner time... I believe Demo ist cooking tonight..." Medic made a sound of disgust. Jeremy gave a cheeky grin. "Hey Snips, why don't ya, spare our friend here Demo's cooking and, oh, I don't know take her out?" Jeremy proceeded to nudge Mick's arm with his elbow, hoping he'd get the point. "Ja! Scout has a good point Herr Sniper." The room soon became very awkward. I looked to Mick, he seemed confused. "I guess, but it's not my fault if we get hung by them crazy towns folk." Mick stood and walked away. I gave Jeremy a confused look. "Don't worry about it... They won't hang you guys." Jeremy helped me out of the bed. "I can make it back to my room just fine." I left the med bay and headed back to my room.

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american-satanxx · 4 years

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Animal in Me//Chapter 8

Author’s Note: This chapter a mild sexual situation. It’s very mild. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Masterpost

tag list: @SCARECROWMAX @KINGNIAZX @LEATHERANDHEELS @IJUSTWANTTOKISS70SROGERTAYLOR

My Cat Is Purring, It Scratches My Skin

I’ve spent two weeks with the boys of Motley Crue and I can honestly say, I’m going to miss them when I head back to L.A. Tommy has become my best friend. Mick keeps my grounded. Vince is slowly becoming less of a pig in my eyes and Nikki… I honestly can say Nikki is not who I thought he was. He’s sweet and caring when he wants to be and a total wild child, any other time. He might be the one I miss the most. “Two more weeks then you are free from our debauchery.” Vince announces has he holds us a red solo cup filled with God knows what. “What are you going to do without us?” “Live a rather boring life.” I chuckle. “I’ll write the article and edit it and send it to Rolling Stone and hopefully you get more coverage and more fans. And after that, I’ll move onto the next band.” “But you’ll never love that band as much as you love us.” Tommy adds with a smile. “Admit it. You love us.” “I’m very fond of you guys.” I admit aloud. “My life is going to be very boring without you guys in it.” “Do you really think you can get rid of us that easily?” Nikki asks as he puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. “You’ll never be able to escape us Summers. You’re stuck with us until the day you die.” “Really now?” I look up at him with a smirk on my lips. “Who says?” “I do.” He says, sounding very confident. Or maybe just very cocky. “Remember we know where you work.” “But you don’t know where I live.” I point out. “I could easily work from home, you know?” “Brad will give us your address.” “You’re sounding very confident Mister Sixx.” I point out, the smirk on my lips growing. “There are easier ways to get in my pants, you know that.” “Nothing about you is easy.” The smirk on his lips grows more as well. “Glad you understand that.” I push away from him and get up off the couch. “Wake me up when we get to the venue.”

“You’re officially in his trap.” Doc says as he walks up to be at the beginning of Motley Crue’s set. “And Nikki knows it.” “Nikki also knows I’m not exactly easy.” I point out. “I’m starting to think he likes the challenge.” “He’s going to get bored.” Doc warns me. “He always gets bored. Once he beds you, he’s through with you.” “Well it’s a good thing, he’s not going to bed me.” I smile. “I’m not that kinda girl. He knows that.” From that point on, I ignore Doc and just watch the guys work their asses off on that stage. ** “How’s the road treating you?” Brad asks a couple days later when we get to a hotel. “I can’t wait to read that article.” “They aren’t as bad as I thought they were going to be.” I admit. “They’re pigs, don’t get me wrong. But they’re tolerable.” “They’re not giving you too much shit are they?” “No, they’re not.” Suddenly there is a knock on the door, which is probably my room service. “Hey I’ve got to go, my food is here. I’ll call you when I get back in L.A.” “Stay safe, Aria.” I hang up the phone and go to the door. Opening the door, reveals someone that isn’t room service. “You’re not room service.” Nikki just chuckles as he leans up against the door frame. “And you’re not wearing pants.” He points to my pantless legs. “Nice panties. You didn’t strike me as a red lace kinda girl. Or a fan of Pink Floyd.” He points to my oversized t-shirt. “And you look amazing without makeup.” “How high are you?” I ask moving aside to let Nikki in. “What brings you to my room this late, Mister Sixx?” “This.” Is all he says before closing the space between us and crashing his lips on mine. He slowly backs me up against the door and his hands down to my thighs and make their way to my ass. He squeezes my ass, signalling for me to jump. I jump up and wrap my legs around Nikki’s waist as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. My fingers tangle the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at the hair. Nikki groans and grinds his hips against me in response. “You’ve been driving me in-fucking-sane these last two weeks.” He growls as he pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. He grinds up against me once more. “You have no idea.” “I think I have a slight idea.” I chuckle as my hand travels between us and grip the bulge between his legs. He groans before crashing his lips against mine again. He holds me close to him as he moves us from the door and move this little party to my bed. He drops me down and immediately pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. I look up at him, with a smirk, I grab him by the waist of his skinny leather pants and pull me down until our lips once against meet in a hungry, searing kiss. His hands move up and under my Pink Floyd shirt. Just as a calloused hand cups my right breast there is a knock on my door. “ROOM SERVICE!” The voice on the other side yells. Nikki pulls away laughing as I gently push him off me. “What the hell Summers?” “Food is more important, Sixx.” I smirk as I get up off the bed to answer the door. “Are you staying or going?” “I can’t exactly walk the halls with this.” He points to his bulge. “Plus I could use some food too.” “Just stay away from my chicken tenders!” I laugh before opening the door. Room service just looks at me with wide eyes as he comes in with the cart of deep fried goodness. He tries so hard not to stare at my bare legs and the shirtless rockstar on my bed. He practically runs out of the room, causing me and Nikki to laugh. “Poor boy.” I comment before pushing the cart close to the bed and plopping down next to Nikki, sitting Indian style as I pull the cart even closer. I lift the lid off of my one of the platters to reveal my sweet sweet chicken tenders. I squeal before picking one up and taking a big bite, moaning at the taste. Nikki, alongside of me just groans. “You’re not playing fair, Summers.” I turn to look at him, with a smirk on my lips. “You knew from the moment you met me, I wasn’t a girl that played fair.” “You’ve got a point there.” He smirks before stealing one of my chicken tenders. He takes a bite, smirk still on his lips as he chews the very thing I told him not to touch. “You’re an ass.” “You love it.” I hate it when he’s right…

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yootaesowlwrites · 5 years

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Gif Credit; XXX.

Requested by; MICKSCHUMI

Request; This one with Mick please 😍 You can use the name Juliet 👀

Scenario; E9- I hate the holidays more than anything in the world and you drive me nuts because you love the holidays more than anything in the world and this is why we aren't friends (enemies to friends to lovers hello)

It was that time of year again, Christmas, and Mick’s new neighbour was obsessed with Christmas and decorated everything which kinda irritated him considering he wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday, the only time he and his neighbour spoke was when they passed each other when she went to work and he got his mail. but the second Halloween was over the Christmas decorations came out and were placed on the front lawn and on the porch, Mick stood by his mailbox glaring at the mail in his hands as he heard his neighbour putting the decorations up.

“Hello, Neighbour!” Juliet says seeing Mick, he lets out an irritated sigh.

“Hello,” Mick grumbles and closes his mailbox.

“Wonderful day, isn’t it?” Juliet asks.

“No.” Mick says turning to go back into his house.

“No? What’s wrong with the day?” Juliet asks, Mick stops in his tracks.

“Everything.” He says

“It’s almost Christmas, why are you so grumpy?” Juliet asks, Mick spins around to look at her from his yard.

“Because I hate the holidays! And you’re driving me nuts with the decorations!” Mick says loudly, Juliet looks at him with hurt clearly in her eyes. “It’s stupid and that's why we aren't friends.” He says, Juliet let’s out a defeated sigh and slowly retreats into her home not sure how to respond to him, Mick lets out a sigh knowing he had hurt her feelings but he was outraged with the holidays and decided to retreat into his own home.

It wasn’t until later when Mick once again heard Juliet outside since their encounter earlier that day, he stood up from the couch and walked to the window and saw her talking to a neighbour while putting up her Christmas decorations, his mind hasn’t rested since he saw her retreating into her home with her shoulders slumped and her feet dragging at what he had said.

Go talk to her… you should apologise

His mind said to him.

No… no, we’re not friends.

He argued back, why should he go apologise?

Because it’s the right thing to do and you know it.

Mick lets out a defeated sigh.

“Fine,” Mick says to himself grabbing his coat and leaving his home.

“Bye, thanks for helping me.” Juliet’s soft voice says as the person that she was talking to leaves.

“Anytime, if you need any more help, give me a call,” Arno says, Arno wasn’t Mick’s favourite neighbour in the neighbour either but for many different reasons, Juliet spots Mick and quickly stood up from the grass about to retreat into her house.

“No, wait, wait,” Mick says as he rushes towards her, Juliet reaches her porch and turns around to look at him, he stood at the bottom looking up at her.

“We’re not friends, you said it yourself, so why should I wait?” Juliet asks.

“Because I have something to say,” Mick says.

“I think you said enough this morning,” Juliet says. “Now excuse me, I have things to do inside,” Juliet says and turns around.

“I’m sorry!” Mick says loudly, Juliet slowly turns around to look at him. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

“Why?” Juliet asks.

“Why?” Mick asks not sure what she meant.

“Yes, why are you sorry? it sounded like you meant what you said.” Juliet says.

“I did… I meant what I said, but the way you looked at me… you were hurt.” Mick says, Juliet slowly nods her head. “The look in your eyes… I couldn’t really shake them from my mind and I felt like I needed to apologise to you.”

“Okay,” Juliet says.

“Okay? Just okay?” Mick asks.

“Yes… just okay,” Juliet says. “Anything else you want me to tell you?”

“I uh… no, I guess not.” Mick says.

“Then excuse me,” Juliet says and turns around, she steps into her house when Mick rushes up the steps.

“Wait,” Mick says, Juliet looks at him ready to close her door. “If you need help…”

“Help? from you?” Juliet asks, this time it was Mick that felt hurt by her comment. “You literally told me this morning you hated the holidays and now you want to help?”

“Oh… right, I guess I did.” Mick mumbles. “I’m just… offering help, if you need it.”

“Thanks… but Arno already offered, maybe next time.” Juliet says, Mick clenches his fists hearing Arno’s name. “See you around.”

“See you around,” Mick says and slowly retreats from her home, he spots Arno across the street giving him a cocky smirk. “Fuck off,” Mick mumbles going back to his home.

A few days past and it was almost the 1st of December, Mick stood in his kitchen making some food for himself when he heard a knock on his door, he wipes his hands clean and walks to the front door and opens it.

“Juliet?” Mick asks seeing her.

“Uh hi… is this a bad time?” Juliet asks innocently, Mick shakes his head no.

“No, no, this isn’t a bad time,” Mick says. “Did something happen?”

“You uh… you offered your help… a few days ago…” Juliet trails off, Mick nods his head.

“I uh did, yes,” Mick says. “The offer still stands.”

“Okay um… you totally don’t have to do it but I need help…” Juliet says. “I wanted to go ask Arno but he seemed… pre-occupied if you know what I mean.” Juliet says.

“I know what you mean, he’s a man whore.” Mick blurts out, Juliet slowly nods her head.

“Uh yeah… You’re allowed to say no.” Juliet says.

“What do you need help with?” Mick asks.

“Well… I can’t reach a shelf that has some things on it that I need…” Juliet says, Mick looks at her questingly.

“How did you get it up there?” Mick asks.

“I didn’t… okay, my friend, as tall as a tree, placed it there thinking I was tall enough.” Juliet says, Mick nods his head understanding.

“Uh sure, let me just turn to stove off and I’ll be right over,” Mick says.

“Oh, if you’re busy eating you can come by later, I can wait,” Juliet says.

“No, I don’t mind, I’ll see you in a moment,” Mick says, Juliet nods her head.

“Thank you,” Juliet says, Mick goes back to his kitchen and turns the stove off and makes his way back to the front door, he grabs his jacket and leaves the house, he makes his way to Juliet’s home with her by his side.

“How are the decorations coming along?” Mick asks.

“Are you really interested or are you trying to make conversation?” Juliet asks.

“I uh…” Mick begins not sure if he was interested or if he was just trying to make conversation.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend to be interested,” Juliet says, she unlocks her front door and they enter the house, Mick could see the Christmas decorations everywhere and a half decorated tree in the living room.

“Oh no… I was just wondering.” Mick asks. “I want to prepare myself when the music is going to start.”

“Oh… uh, there isn’t any…” Juliet says. “I didn’t bother with the music.”

“Oh…” Mick says, they enter the kitchen and Mick spots the high shelf. “Uh, what were you trying to reach?”

“The flour and sugar,” Juliet says, Mick nods his head and grabs the flour and sugar from the shelf and puts them down on the countertop. “Thank you.”

“No problem, what are you making?” Mick asks seeing several different ingredients on the table.

“Cookies…” Juliet says. “It’s a tradition to make cookies for Christmas.”

“Really?” Mick asks.

“Yes, my family always makes cookies before December so we would have enough for the entire December,” Juliet says.

“So Santa will get some also?” Mick asks, Juliet gives him a soft smile.

“Uh no… Santa isn’t getting any this year I’m afraid.” Juliet says.

“Why not?” Mick asks.

“Because there aren’t any young kids in this house, so I’m sure this house will be skipped,” Juliet says, Mick nods his head.

“Oh uh… do you need help with anything else?” Mick asks.

“I don’t think so, thank you for getting me the flour and sugar,” Juliet says.

“Uh yeah, no problem,” Mick says, he was getting ready to leave but stopped by the door. “I can help you bake,” Mick says nervously, Juliet looks at him not sure if he really wanted to help or if he was just offering to be nice.

“If you want to… you don’t have to,” Juliet says.

“I want to, afterwards we can finish your tree,” Mick says, Juliet drops the spoon she was holding and marched towards Mick, he was sure she was about to push him out of the door but she instead placed her hand on his head. “Wh-what are you doing?” Mick asks.

“Are you sick? Are you feeling feverish?” Juliet asks. “Are you doing drugs? You smoking?”

“What? No, why?” Mick asks pushing her hand away from him.

“Because you just offered to help me with the Christmas tree,” Juliet says.

“I um, yes, I’m trying to be nice about this holiday thing,” Mick says, Juliet slowly nods her head not believing him.

“Okay… can you heat the butter? It’s a little frozen.” Juliet says, Mick nods his head and picks up the bowl with the butter in it.

Several weeks past since Mick had helped her bake cookies and helped her finish decorating her tree and they quickly became friends after that, Mick tried his best not to let her see how much he hated it but Juliet saw it, but she appreciates that he at least tried even though he didn’t have to, it was close to Christmas and Mick was in the mall searching for a gift to give to Juliet, a year ago he never would have been seen near the mall when it was this close to Christmas but here he was, searching for the perfect gift, what he didn’t know was that Juliet was also searching for a gift to give to him, even though he hated the holidays she wanted to give him something.

On Christmas eve, Mick was over at Juliet’s home drinking hot chocolate while waiting for her to finish dinner.

“We can order take-out,” Mick says.

“No… no, besides, who is open on Christmas eve?” Juliet asks, Mick shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t know… but we could call different places.” Mick says.

“I’m almost finished then we can go sit on the couch,” Juliet says, Mick nods his head and watches her she adds the last thing to the dish before pushing into the oven. “Okay, all yours for the next 40 minutes.”

“Okay, great, because I have something for you,” Mick says.

“Yeah? I have something for you also.” Juliet says.

“Really?” Mick asks as they enter the living room, Juliet goes towards the tree and picks up the only gift that was underneath it.

“Uh yeah… I know you hate the holidays but I couldn’t help myself.” Juliet says, she and Mick sit down on the couch. “So here you go.” Mick takes the wrapped present from her hands.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Mick says.

“I know…” Juliet says, Mick smiles to himself before putting the gift down and fishing into his jacket’s pocket. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, I have something for you too,” Mick says pulling out the gift he had gotten her. “I wasn’t sure what you liked or what you needed, so If you want me to return just let me know.” He says handing her the gift, she takes it from his grasp.

“You got me a gift?” Juliet softly asks, Mick nods his head. “That’s really nice of you, you didn’t have to.”

“I know… but you’ve been so nice to me even when I was an ass to you, so… you deserved a gift.” Mick says. “Are you going to open it?”

“Yes… I am, don’t rush me, I’m just letting the moment sink in.” Juliet says jokingly, she tries her best to carefully unwrap the paper.

“Just tear,” Mick says.

“No, the wrapping paper is so cute,” Juliet says.

“Rip it apart,” Mick says, Juliet lets out a sigh before ripping the paper apart revealing a box, she opens the box and saw a silver necklace.

“Oh,” Juliet says admiring the piece of jewellery. “I love it… thank you.”

“You do?” Mick asks, Juliet nods her head.

“I do,” Juliet says, Mick smiles and leans over not thinking clearly and gave her a soft kiss, he quickly pulls away when he realises what he was doing.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Mick begins.

“You didn’t mean to push your lips against mine?” Juliet asks, Mick nods his head. “Why are you sorry?”

“I uh… didn’t think…” Mick says.

“Do it again,” Juliet says.

“Do it again?” Mick questions, she nods her head. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure…” Juliet says, Mick brushes his lips against hers caressing her cheek as the kiss deepens, to say it was the best Christmas he ever had was an understatement.

#f1 imagine #imagine #f1 imagines #imagines #f2 imagine #f2 imagines #Christmas Imagine #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher imagines #Christmas Scenarios #x reader

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years

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You’re All That I Need Chapter 1 (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 1

Summary: It's the early 80's and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There's one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they're all betas.

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, (might add more as we go)

AN: So, this is the first a/b/o fic I’ve ever done, and I couldn’t do it without the help of @callme-kaz2y5-baby! So make sure to send us both some love!

It wasn’t Nikki’s fault. Honest. Okay, well maybe it was kinda Nikki’s fault. Two alphas really didn’t do well in a band together. He should’ve known it. He usually worked with beta’s. Didn’t have to worry about sharing the omega groupies, didn’t have to worry about showing dominance over each other. But fuck, London was going to be such a fucking good band, but that asshole other alpha got too cocky, and swore Nikki was eyeing his mate.

He wouldn’t have touched his mate with a ten foot pole, if he was being honest.

That’s why he was sitting in a diner, holding a napkin to his nose. When did Lizzie fucking Grey get such a good right hook? Nikki shook his head. Fucking alphas. Next band, he was making sure everyone was betas. He wasn’t having a repeat of this disaster.

And damn it, why couldn’t anyone list what they were in the classifieds? Fuck, it made this so much harder than it should be. But thankfully, some of the ads just had the alpha vibe to the wording, and Nikki could wave them off.

"Dude that was awesome, not the nose, well that was pretty badass too" Nikki's attention was drawn from the paper by the tall shaggy beta who walked up to the table.

"Singers, an alpha ass" Nikki snarled.

"I know, I saw, he deserved it" the beta replied, "I have your poster on my bedroom wall"

Nikki looked up, "take the fucking poster down, London's over." Nikki looked back to the paper, "my next band is going to be something the world has never seen."

The beta slid into the seat across from him, "that sounds awesome"

"You always carry those?" Nikki asked referring to the drumsticks the beta was twirling.

"Yea! You. Ever know when your going to get the opportunity to rock!" the beta answered, "my name is Tommy"

“Nikki…” Nikki watched him. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Watching Tommy twirl the drumsticks in his fingers was almost hypnotizing.

“Uh...high school marching band…” Tommy gave him a shy smile. “I mean garage bands!”

“Well, what I have planned is a long way from...garage band.” Nikki chuckled.

“What kind of band do you have in mind?” Tommy asked. Nikki smiled, like he was just waiting for him to ask that.

“Well, I have this vision of a band,” Nikki said, looking down at the newspaper in front of him. “An epic band. Big stage production. Lights, and pyro, and hell, there can be blood. Apparently, it makes me look badass.”

“I mean...” Tommy laughed a little. “So, will it be like Kiss or something?”

“Kiss will be wishing they were my band,” Nikki laughed.

He turned his attention back to the newspaper in front of him, circling potential bandmates. That’s when a drumstick appeared in his vision, landing on the ad that read ‘Loud, rude and aggressive guitar player’.

“This dude sounds good,” Tommy told him. Nikki cast a look at Tommy before turning his attention back to the ad.

“Mick Mars?” Nikki asked. “What kind of name is that?”

“Alien?” Tommy asked with a shrug.

“There’s no such thing as aliens man.” Nikki laughed. He couldn’t believe it. After all this time of finding it hard to make friends, this kid sits down at the booth across from him and it was like they had been friends forever.

“Dude, it’s LA. I’ve seen some weird things.” Tommy smiled brightly at Nikki. “You never know what you’re going to find!”

“Fair enough.” Nikki laughed. “Hey, didn’t you come in here with a girl or something?”

“Oh shit!” Tommy turned in his seat and looked back towards the booth where his date had been sitting. “Huh? She must have left.” Tommy shrugged and turned his attention back to Nikki. “So, tell me more about this band.”

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#you're all that i need #Motley Crue #terror twins #Tommy Lee #nikki sixx #tommy lee x nikki sixx #nikki sixx x tommy lee #fanfiction

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Wow just kissing

Hes surprised how his parents still slept as Stuart crept back to his room, stumbling drunkenly through a dark hallway in a great attempt to sneak. And while the last crack of the door was shut he was even more surprised how they didn't wake up from they yell that followed after.

Hell you scared him too.

“Shit from how much we see each other you'd think-fuck” He says ruffling a hand through his unwashed hair.

Stuart relaxed against his door, heaving a sigh of relief as he looked over to the punk that sat at his windowsill, calmly putting out a cigarette bud. “Sorry, im alittle drunk and, I didnt think- the light n stuff”.

“Get a little nasty did we?” Mudz asks vaguely with a chuckle as he goes to plop down on the end of your bed.

“Naw, heads a bit swimmin. Decided to dip out afta a few hours” He says discarding his shirt, staggering to his dresser to find his bottle of pills. Finding the bottle he looked to the label with half a mind and popped three to swallow them dry.

“I was looking through your music, and might I add that you have...a very nice taste added to the mix.” the Bassists purred in approval using the Bluenettes new Rolling Stones album to fan away the leftover smoke that settled in the room..

“Careful with how much I paid for it, it's worth more then ya life”

“Ah so it was stolen” He laughs gathering a new cigarette between his lips, offering one to Stuart has he goes to play the disc. 2D Grabs a match from his pockets as he strikes a flame against his leg, holding it steadily to his end before waving the light out.

“Pops let ya in or dija sneak?” he asks through a wave of smoke.

“You know I come when I please, Whos party?” Murdoc asks after setting the needle down gently.”

“Emma Crabunk” Stuart said with a nasty tone as he settled on the bed to slip off his shoes.

“Thought you said she was a bitch”

“Still is but she throws a damn good party, thought I was bringing drugs tho. Like id share any wit er” he says rolling his eyes with a mumble, Mudz leaned against the wall.

“Meet any cuties?”

Stuart takes a minute to think, “there was this nice dark girl, real great hair, cool ass glasses-” he thought aloud. “One of them Disco Hippie chicks, yanno? We danced a bit but I didn't really feel like jumpin her, Think she came with this other chick anyway” He says with another drag from his smoke.

“Nice” he says “How was ya concert tonight?” “Well you weren't there, so kinda boring really. Had a seat up front fer ya..” “You mad I didn't go?” Stuart asks sitting up to face him

He gives a shrug hoping to brush off the topic before taking another drag to blow to the cracked window. He opens his mouth to speak but decides against it shaking his head.

“What?” He asks looking concerned “Nothing, just there was a party... I wanted to take ya too after, good one I coulda got ya some drinks and stuff” he shrugs again nonchalantly as he made his way over “Oh...Sorry” Stuart muttered looking down, rubbing the back of his neck

Murdoc gruffs a bit to show he’s unconcerned at the problem before resting his hands behind his head, falling back to the sheets below.

“ No foul play, we can hang here. After all, i'm welcomed whenever~” “That you are~” Stuart plays back

They sit in silence for a few songs, listening to comfortable thoughts in a smoked filled room while the record player spun some classic rolling stones.

“I like Keith Richards” “Yeah, he's kinda hot” Stuart smirks “Ment music wise but yeah, pretty bangable. I mean ya don't have ta be bent ta know that” “What about Jagger?” “Something bout him seems off, good voice just…..maybe his hair?”

“Really? I thought he was some sort of Idol” Stuart asks oh so innocently hoping to rile the older male.

Murdoc sits up looking appalled

“Keiths a sex God, how could you look at Mick and think yeah I'd fuck that awkward mess” “You're just saying that because Keith looks like you!” “Exactly!, he's stealing my looks and moves” He laughs putting his cigarette out on his boot.

Stuart laughs and sits up to flick his cigarette out the window with Mudz, shifting closer to him. He props his head in his hand and stares down the teen-esque male, poking his tongue through his gap teeth.

“So who's really stealing, him or you?” “You wanna find out?~” He says with a cocky smile.

Without thinking, Stuart leans down to capture a sudden kiss. Surprised at his own boldness and earning a squeak from none other than Murdoc himself. He thought about pulling away, suddenly feeling all to aware at the awkward situation and the possibility of completely fucking up his friendship.

But with even more shock Murdoc claims the kiss just as eagerly as Stuart.

“I-Im sorry its jus that-” He starts, pulling away for a hitch of breath only to get yanked back by the locks of his hair. Stuart gave a moan of approval ignoring the sharp pain of the others teeth that clipped the edge of his lips.

The taste of whiskey and smoke filled his mouth, something oddly charming as it fit well with the others rough characteristics. It was the kind of drunken attention he'd been craving all night as Murdoc pulls slightly at the his bottom lip. Invading his mouth to run his tongue along the gap in front he caused several years back during a game of pool gone wrong. He maneuvers the man lightly, hoping to urge him to his lap and was all to giddy when he complied, pushing the kiss a little harder.

Settling his leg over Stuart detaches himself from his lips to leave a trail of kisses down Murdoc's neck, trembling with every little noise that slips near his ear. The Satanist grasps the his hips as he slips his eyes closed, relaxing against the grazing teeth against his jaw.

“Fuck” he half yelp as Stuart bravery took a bite at his neck, he could feel the bruise beginning to form as a tongue pressed against the vein stained in his neck along with the stiffness rising in his jeans. “Ok?” He asks looking over Mudz with an all too concerned look in his eyes, fuck this was too vulnerable he told himself tingeing red from the thought of being so affected by so little. This needs to change ASAP.

Pushing himself up from the bed he grabs his hips in a vice grip and decides to dominate by parting his slips once more. This is..a lot more complicated (and hotter) than what was initially thought, trying to settle both their dominance was hard especially when Stuart ran his hands through the greasy mess of hair that Murdoc all to much enjoyed

All was well, good music, a slight buzz. additive kissing with heavy petting had them both shaking for more but before Murdoc could get ahold of eithers belt a knock at the door caused them both to pale and cease their actions.

“Stewie-honey? Are you ok?” His mom ask through the door.

Scurrying up from Murdoc’s lap he makes a break to the door before his mom bursts onto the current situation. The Bassists gives a toothy grin at the familiar nickname as he looks to the mirror to fix his hair and shirt.

He opens the door without haste, startling the poor mother she stood worryingly in her bathrobe. He gives a small coughs, thankful of the darkness to hide his embarrassed face.

“Are you feeling alright?, I heard noises is- Stuart is that smoke I smell? What did I tell you about smoking inside!” She says starting out concerned only to have her face distort from the smell that wafted through.

“I- Mom sorry I-”

“Hello Mrs. Pot!” Murdoc calls from the room

Stuart jolts from the noise but is relieved when he sees his mom soften from the all too familiar sound. Stuart pushes open the door a tad more so Murdoc can wave from the bed, a sudden stack of records in his lap.

“Murdoc honey oh! Hello!, everything alright dear, you're here pretty late?” “Im fine Mrs.Pot n’ sorry for the noise, I stubbed my toe on the damn dresser” “Language please” She scolds and he holds up his hands in defeat “We're fine mom, just-” “Well you're always welcomed,” She interrupts “just please no smoking inside and don't forget you have classes tomorrow- has he been a good host Murdoc?” “Nothing but the best~” he says with his best snake smile, eyeing down Stuart and his all to apparent flustered state. Rachel smiles lovingly at her boys and kisses Stuarts cheek goodnight before heading back down the hall leaving both men to sit in silence.

“Past your bedtime Stewie?” He asks mockingly

Stuart gives him a look trying to think of something to say, but with nothing coming to mind due to his still current state of high he settles with a heartfelt middle finger to the crackling Musician.

#Stuarts about 18 collage freshman #Mudz is about 23 #Childhood friends au #2Doc #crazyartdad #my writing #100 Kink challenge #Kissing #SO I have this Crush on Keith Richards now thanks for asking #Here ya go boys #fresh meat #wtf do I name this as?

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