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pearlparty · 2 days

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Distraction

Note to self: never ask for a spot ever again. Just die like a woman when you drop the bar.

Pairing: Austin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: Austin teases you at the gym and you get distracted from your workout.

Warnings: Language, innuendo, flirting, established relationship

Word Count: 2075 ish

Note: Breaking another impromptu indefinite hiatus to post lol. Based on this post/reblog to cure writer’s block. Lol I wrote this in like a day and a half and in an airport so take that for what you will. I just really like men sweating and grunting I’m sorry. Feedback is a writer’s life blood, so please tell me what sucks about this so I can improve!!

Austin had always gone to the gym with you. You’d go together, but usually stayed in your own lanes doing your own workouts, and then leave together. The routine allowed some space to breathe and work individually—do things separately together. It happened organically for one reason: different desired routines. And that’s how it stayed for weeks, leaving each of you satisfied at the end of the hour and a half.

Today provided another reason for why separate workout routines proved more effective than working together.

You’d walked in with the intention of setting a personal record on the squat rack. You’d been working your way up for weeks. Maybe you truly felt prepared to lift it, or perhaps it was the extra zing that the pre-workout put in your step, but either way you stepped up to the rack prepared to put your legs to the test. The cute dark blue crop and legging combo probably gave you an extra boost, too. It did make your ass look good, after all, and that little “I’m sexy and I know it” boost worked like magic for motivation.

Unfortunately, you didn’t see the way Austin’s eyes lingered a little too long when you put your jacket and bag into the locker. Maybe if you’d seen his eyes darken, you’d have caught onto his little game instead of being taken by surprise.

Still, before you parted ways at the locker, you couldn’t help but admire the curves of his bare shoulders beneath his muscle tee. Such fond memories of those shoulders and the weights they occasionally carried: your niece when you went to the park weeks ago, the heavy cement bag for your parents’ backyard, your thighs—

You shook the thought from your head, and moved to the track to warm up. You’d moved closer to the weight section to do some warm up Bulgarian Split Squats when Austin called you over to his spot at one of the benches.

“Babe,” he called out, “can I get a spot real quick?” The question fazed you a moment; he rarely asked for a spot, but you supposed that the empty gym deprived him of many other options.

“Yeah,” you chirped as you rose from the mat. “Yeah, sure.”

Austin positioned himself on the bench and prepped for his heavy set. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, the determination etched on his face as he focused on the task at hand. The veins in his hands and forearms seemed to pulse as he gripped the bar, and a small part of you wished they were wrapped around your neck—

"Ready, babe?" His voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly positioned herself at the end of the bench, ready to spot him. You cleared your throat.

"Ready," you replied as you braced yourself for the weight that was about to come crashing down. He grinned but didn’t say anything.

As Austin began his set, your eyes were drawn to the flex of his muscles, the strain evident in every movement. You couldn't tear your gaze away, mesmerized by the raw power and intensity he exuded with each repetition.

With each huff and grunt that escaped Austin’s lips, you felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. You tried to focus on the task at hand, on keeping him safe as he pushed himself to his limits, but you couldn't shake the feeling of arousal that pulsed through your veins.

As Austin finished his set and racked the bar, he flashed you a grin, his chest heaving with exertion. He rose from the bench breathing heavy, sweat dotting his brow.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured with a breath, voice low and husky as he gently pinched your chin between his thumb and knuckle.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, mind filled with images of his sweaty body entwined in passion with yours. You swallowed hard, trying to push aside the thoughts that threatened to consume your mind you helped Austin re-rack the weights.

"Anytime," you replied, voice barely convincing nonchalance as you tried to quell the desire that burned within your chest—a desire slowly spreading throughout your extremities and to your lower belly. "Anytime."

Walking back to your mat, your mind swirled with overwhelming amounts of filthy thoughts, and the reps got increasingly hard to count (which ended up being fine because working to failure is good for growth, but still). Those damn grunts? Every huff and breath of exertion? The small whimper that escaped his lips when he struggled momentarily to get the bar up on the last rep? All played on a continuous, horny loop in your head as you spent the next few minutes finishing the exercises before your squats.

His damn blue muscle tee, his damn cap that couldn’t cover his pretty curls at the back of his head, his damn gray joggers, his damn water dripping down his chin as he chugged from his water bottle after a couple of sets on the lat pulldown machine that made his damn muscles flex and sweat collect on his damn collarbones. Damn him damn him damn him.

A trip the the gym had supposed to clear your mind, not fill it with insufferable horny thoughts. How were you supposed to focus on the movements properly when he walked around looking like that?

And now you needed him to spot you during your squats. Lovely.

His gaze wandered to you in the mirror as he took another gulp of water. You waved him over.

He adjusted his earbuds and wiped his chin with the collar of his shirt as he approached you. “Hey, gorgeous. Need a spot?” Was his voice always so deep? I must be ovulating because this is not normal.

“If you’re not busy? I wanna beat my record from a couple weeks ago,” you answered.

“New PR, baby!” he whooped, clapping his hands together once to try to hype you up. He likely mistook your distraction for nerves. Hell, you wished it was, not an aching need that pulled your attention away from your workout.

A nervous laugh left your chest, suddenly rather timid at the prospect of him being so close while you were trying to lift something seriously heavy. You turned to face the mirror behind the rack—turn away from him directly but still see him behind you in the reflection. Had you seriously never appreciated how he dwarfed you before?

Okay, enough, focus on the damn lift you horny simpleton, the sane part of your mind berated. You pushed the thoughts aside and stepped under the bar.

“Ready?” you tossed over your shoulder to him as he stood a few feet back.

“You got this,” he affirmed. You took a breath and lifted the bar off the rack and stepped back. Austin put a close but reasonable distance between the two of you and looped his arms under yours, prepared to pull you back if you were to fall forward.

Another breath, and then you went down. Austin followed your movements and you let out a puff of air as you tried to push yourself back to the top.

“C’mon, you got it,” he gently coaxed from behind you. It wasn’t the typical motivating voice he used in the gym. No, it was much softer, teetering on the edge of something—well, you weren’t sure you wanted to find out or you’d surely drop the bar and hurt both you and him. If you hadn’t been balancing over 200lbs on your shoulders, you might have shot him a wide eyed look. You came to the top of the position. “Alright, that’s one. Just seven more.” His voice seemed to have some extra smoke in it today.

A flush of warmth spread through your torso, tingling in your extremities that had no connection to the exertion of the second rep. His words lit a fire, spurring you on as you sank into the third.

“Doin’ so good,” Austin murmured, his hot breath fanning down your neck. “Just like that.”

Fuck off fuck off fuck off you hot bastard. He was doing it on purpose. Whether it was to get a rise out of you or provide some extra motivation, you didn’t know.

Down. Up. Four. Focus. Five.

“You’re killing it. Just focus on that form.” You could have sworn his hand brushed the side of your waist.

Six. A breath. Seven. The burn in your quads nearly made you question whether you could do another rep. You hissed out a sharp breath and braced yourself, legs wavering at the top of the rep for only a second.

“Nearly there,” Austin continued, the same salacious insinuation lining his words. “Can ya gimme one more, baby?”

A thrill shot down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat. Damn him.

You finished the set, legs trembling slightly as you stepped back to re-rack the bar with a huff. You set your hands on your hips to suck in a well deserved breath. A stupid smile graced your lips as you realized that you’d accomplished your goal despite Austin’s distracting encouragement. The burn in your legs slowly turned to a sweet jelly-like sensation.

Austin approached the rack, going around to meet you toward the front, a smirk lining his perfect lips. “Feeling good?”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his double-entendre. “Yeah,” you snorted, as you stepped around to meet him. “Feelin’ grea—“ You stumbled, the jelly in your legs making your knees fold momentarily.

Right into his strong arms.

“Woah, now,” he chuckled, pulling you back up with his hands firmly on your back and ribs. “Careful there, Bambi.” That time, you did roll your eyes with a laugh as you steadied yourself once more, but not pulling away from him yet. “Don't hurt yourself.”

“Oh please,” you flicked the brim of his hat, “I’m canceling my membership; you are too damn distracting.” You giggled as you pushed him away to walk to the equipment spray, throwing a little extra sway in your hips as you strutted away. The jig was up; no sense in trying to focus on something when it would all be for naught. You wanted to play this out.

“Is that right?” He cocked an eyebrow, that permanent smirk etched onto his face. “So you didn’t like my extra motivation, hm?” He gripped the brim of his cap and flipped it around, giving you a more than adequate view of his triceps and biceps as he pressed it down in the back. You sucked in a breath. He knew how much you liked it when he put his hat on backwards.

“I blame the endorphins. I’m taking my business elsewhere so I can actually focus,” you quipped. You stepped to the rack, deliberately putting it between you and him as you sprayed down the bar.

“Hm. That’s fair, I guess.” He moved in closer, placing his hands on either side of the rack and leaning over the bar, his voice low and suggestive, “Guess we’ll just have to find other ways to work out together then.”

You cocked an eyebrow, allowing yourself a moment to shamelessly look him up and down as the tip of your tongue wet your bottom lip before you pulled it between your teeth. Your delicate fingers curled around the bar as you rested your chin on it. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne and nearly made your knees weak again. You tapped your right toe behind your left heel, enjoying his proximity and the innuendo in the air.

You hummed as the tension crackled between the two of you. “Whatayasay we cut this strength session short and go home for some cardio?”

His eyebrows raised and he chewed the inside of his cheek, glancing dangerously down to your lips. A low hum resonated in his chest. “I like the sound of that.”

He shortened the distance between you, tantalizing movements to tempt you closer to his lips. And then, “Meet ya by the treadmills, baby,” he teased with a wink and then pulled away.

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And that’s how you figured out that if you worked out with Austin, you’d end up horny and skip the workout for another sweaty activity.

tag: @mrsniallhoran505

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 12 hours

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Hii,do you mind if you make an scene where you and furina or any other characters fight and you ended up taking their cuddling privilege through the rest of the day? Thanks!!

Them taking away your cuddle privileges after a fight

characters: Furina / Nilou x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: ....you know... reading through the request one last time before posting this, it looks like I may have misunderstood smth *slightly*.

I hope this is still fine! If you want me to write reader taking away their cuddling priviledges after all just request it again and I'll try to write it someday!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Furina

“I’m nowhere clingy!”

You’d have to be either deaf, stupid or oblivious to an unhealthy degree to miss your cuddling privileges being revoked. Furina had not exactly been subtle when openly declaring it after all. And while she may not have mentioned cuddling specifically, not trusting herself to not blush like a little kid at just the mention of it, you felt confident in saying that she had delivered her message well enough for even the most tone-deaf idiot to understand.

And yet, the exact same accusation that you had half-jokingly thrown her way and that she had taken such great offense to, turned the next few days into some of the best entertainment you had experienced in recent memory. Seeing an former Archon act dignified while at the same time having to fight the obvious urge to hug you the moment you were behind closed doors, only to then turn around and act like her embargo on hugging and cuddling was punishing you, was funnier than any comedy a human could possibly ever pen.

“So… about our argument a few days ago.” Furina spoke up the moment you returned to the table with your cooking, forcing you to fight off the grin that was threatening to pop-up on your face.

“So, about our argument a few days ago”, you repeated her words, intentionally ending on a high note to leave her waiting for your next words, only to continue to set up the table in silence.

“Are you- I-” she eventually stuttered out, only to stop herself before she could embarrass herself further. Her cheeks glowing slightly red as she tried to regain her composure.

“Who knows, if you were to apologize for your groundless accusations a few days back right now, I might just forgive you”, Furina graciously offered with closed eyes, avoiding to look at you in the process.

All the better for you, or she might have noticed the wide grin that had finally broken out on your face. For a moment you considered her ‘offer’. Sure, you missed cuddling on the couch as well and weren’t exactly the biggest fan of keeping up these kind of games…. and yet seeing her continue to needlessly die on this hill that so obviously harmed her more than you was very amusing.

“Wow, really? That seems very nice of you”, you mused with a smile while filling her plate with a portion before doing the same for yours and sitting down opposite of her. “Bon Appetit!”

“Oh come on. Stop being so stubborn! I’ve even given you such a good opportunity to apologize!” Furina's dignified act crumbled right before your eyes as she started to sound more and more desperate. You could practically hear her begging you to be the bigger person, and yet being small felt surprisingly great.

And yet you eventually- FINALLY gave in, much to the relief of the person sitting in front of you. “I am so sorry for calling you clingy Furina. I now see that I was clearly in the wrong and the one actually fitting the description of ‘clingy’ was in fact me”, your apology came out with a… healthy amount of sarcasm, and yet it was more than enough for her.

“...I’ll forgive you. Since you were nice enough to cook for me today”, she declared.

“I know I might be overplaying my hand here, but would you be so kind as to indulge me in a bit of cuddling later on? I’ve simply had to go on without it for far too long.”

“YES- Sure”, Furina immediately jumped at your offer before quickly switching back to her usual act, a wide smile plastered on her face nonetheless as she looked down at the food in front of her.

“It looks delicious, bon appetit!”

Nilou

While the two of you seemed to have quickly moved past your argument, spending time together as if nothing had happened and avoiding to even mention the subject again, it quickly dawned on you that while you had hoped this to be one of those arguments noone had to explicitly apologize for and that was simply forgotten the next day, the other party involved seemingly was of a different opinion.

Not that Nilou said anything, she greeted you with the same sweet smile before chatting and going on small walks through the bazaar with you in the same manner as on any day of the week. And yet, whenever you as much as tried to initiate any kind of physical contact, no matter if hand-holding or hugging and cuddling, she’d dodge as easily as she breathed. At first it seemed like nothing but a coincidence, but after the dozenth time even you realized something was wrong.

What followed was a days-long standoff. Both of you trying to make the other one crack before yourself, while retaining your sweet and unbothered facade, and while there were moments where you could have sworn to nearly see Nilou instinctively grab your hand, she always managed to stop herself before anything happened.

And while you certainly could have continued with the act for weeks to come, you eventually decided to be the bigger person. For the sake of putting this childish game of chicken behind, of course. And for no other reasons.

“Sure Nilou. You win”, you disrupted the silence that existed between the two of you while Nilou was in the process of adjusting her stage, her movement grinding to a halt as she began staring at you in confusion.

“I wasn’t aware we were playing something. Did you have fun?”

‘Not aware’ your a-

“Mhm, I am sorry about the argument”, you cut off your thoughts, immediately earning yourself a tilt of her head. After all this time you knew her clueless act to be nothing but an act and yet, when she looked at you like this you nearly found yourself doubting it all over again.

“Oh that? That was a whole week ago, did it still bother you all this time?”, she asked before finally finishing putting down the pot of flowers, quickly making her way down from the stage to join you and shooting you a sweet smile. “Don’t worry, I forgive you. I also didn’t mean everything I’ve said.”

If Nilou hadn’t suddenly grabbed your hand and started pulling you along her daily routine, you might have almost rolled your eyes, instead you found yourself thanking Lesser Lord Kusanali that you were indeed correct about your theory.

Bye Bye childish standoff, welcome back cuddling privileges.

#nilou x reader #nilou x you #nilou imagines #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina x reader #furina imagines

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kamii-2 · 13 hours

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i accidentally posted it but i screenshotted it before i deleted it 😭😭 anyway it’s gonna be short and to the point bc i don’t know much about her still but im trying my best to find things about her 🫡

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): azzi fudd x fem!reader

not proofread ☹️

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“fuck!” you moaned as azzi stuck her tongue in you, you didn’t expect it. azzi was on her knees on the floor and you were on the bed propping yourself up on the bed with your elbows. she removed her tongue and added her fingers and licked and sucked on your clit, making you approach your orgasm faster than expected.

azzi was going faster the more you moaned, you tried to hold it in as long as possible but the ways he was fucking you nothing was staying in. “oh god, azzi, i’m cumming.” you told her in between moans, “go ahead.” she said in between your legs.

she helped you ride out your orgasm and got up off her knees after. you laid there trying to catch your breath, you looked up when you heard the sound of the strap being put on. when you looked up you seen azzi buckling the strap on, she looked fine as hell. her hair in a low bun, sports bra, and a pair of lacy black panties.

she was walking up to you with the strap on and you continued to admire her. “you’re so beautiful.” you told her while using your elbows to prop yourself up and admire her, she smiled at you and gave you a kiss, “thank you, you look beautiful too.”

she put her hands on your hips and lined herself up with your entrance, she squeezed your hips to let you know she was entering you. even thought she told you she was going to enter you didn’t expect for it to be so hard. you moaned in pleasure and a little bit of pain. she continued the harshness but added more speed every few seconds, you were a moaning mess and just a mess in general. you had tears in your eyes and some down your face and you started to sweat a little.

“oh, fuck.. azzi, i can’t take it anymore.” you told her, your voice a bit broken and gone. “yes you can, you’ve taken harsher.” she said sort of panting, you moaned instead of replying to her. “i need to cum, b-badly.” you told her while moaning uncontrollably. “hold it for a little longer.” she said. she thought it would be funny to press under your stomach above your pussy and you couldn’t hold it anymore, you cummed all over the strap. “why would you do that.” you while out of breath and smiling. “because i want to.” she smiled back, giving you a kiss.

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sorry it’s so short and took so long to get out. anyway i hope you enjoyed, have good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #azzi fudd x reader #azzi fudd

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leianaberrie · 2 years

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I just realized how painful it is watching tv as a black woman. Even though tv is attempting to correct POC representation, now you have to battle spaces to protect your fav black female character & prove to others that she deserves to be treated with fairness/aka human?! My white husband said I should just join another fandom if the one I'm in is so racist (lol bless his heart) PROBLEM IS: you're fav black female character usually faces hate in all fandoms across the board & it can be witnessed on most of social media (as if that isn't damming enough to the human pysche). When you get a proper developed black female character, the fandom complains about said black woman being in white spaces for having a range of emotions or just for simply "existing". Then comes the gaslighting, they tell you it's not that serious when you find discrepancies in the writing (like any normal fan does I might add), they say "it's just a tv show" while standing on their soapbox obsessing over their favs. If I can stomach nauseating self centered white women dramas such as Ally McBeal, Felicity, Sex & the City, then why can't everyone do the same for us? There is a plethora of unnecessary mediocre romance drivel (After, The Kissing Booth, Twilight, Fifty Shades of Stupid Grey) catering to white women desires despite the story's questionably generic writing. Mind you black women stories have to have high ratings to survive pass one season (think Scandal, HTGAWM) & practically be perfect just to exist. You spend so much time being tolerant of other people but the moment a black girl becomes the center of attention in a positive way, everybody gets mad. Like, how dare she be vulnerable/be desirable to the popular male character/stand up for herself/be the romantic lead in her own story. The hell is wrong with people. Thank you for giving us anons a place on your platform.

I really have nothing to add because this is so true and real and sad. 😢

#I’m so sorry it’s taken this long to post it #I’ll do better I promise

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wigglebox · 9 months

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Found you ☀️

#spnfanart #destiel #destiel fanart #dean winchester #castiel #wiggleart #rolls up 1000 days later with an empty rescue #I’ve always had this scenario in mind but I never knew how I wanted to draw it and actually it was gonna be quite sad at first #with Cas being taken away by the empty #but the other night I wanted to draw him getting rescued lol #so I’m like I must do this inbetween my other projects #also #the final image is of them being back in the room they were in 1518 #because to me I don’t want their first kiss to be in the empty #but back home #sorry for the long post lol #I have to figure out how to get this thing on Twitter

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roseofcards90 · 3 months

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I try and catch up with messages and then I realize how long it’s been since I messaged and then I feel really bad and end up not responding and it’s like a vicious cycle I cannot get out of 😭

#I’m sorry if it’s taken me so long ahhhh #my posts

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moregraceful · 9 months

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KASPER THOSE TAGS. THE IMPACT THIS SCHOLARSHIP CAN HAVE ON THE GUNNAR HENDERSON BLEEDING LOVE CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

GHBLCU!!! I can’t even look at the tags I wrote my own self without blacking out bc rhi’s scholarship captures SUCH a specific and visceral mood that yeets me violently back to high school and college, but it also captures the vibes around certain men so so well. Like yeah!! If I was Gunnar Henderson having to be around chosen one Adley Rutschmann who is so kind and so big and so goofy and so disinterested in me romantically but loves me wonderfully like a brother, if I was Gunnar sitting on the couch watching The Dark Knight with Adley, both of us sprawled out and kinda paying attention but also not really because neither of us actually wanted to watch the Dark Knight, Adley wanted to watch Casablanca and Gunnar wanted to watch V for Vendetta and they just ended up on The Dark Knight rather than re-litigate an argument about how many times you can watch Casablanca without Humphrey Bogart becoming Your Thing, if I was Gunnar and I was kinda bored and I knew Adley was kinda bored and I could see him shifting restlessly on the couch like he wants to start that argument again anyway, then, yeah, I would be feeling some things. If I was Gunnar, I would kinda wish Adley would feel me up on the couch!!! A lot!!!!

#i had to google ‘’movies’’ for this post bc like any good small liberal arts college student who came of age in certain ways in baltimore i #could not remember the name of one single movie made ever that wasn’t ghibli except the social network and to kill a mockingbird #this ask no joke has taken me almost an hour to answer because i had a long ass tag tangent abt the baby o’s ending up at a burlesque show #getting targeted by burlesque dancers and whether that was relatable for anyone else in their 20s in baltimore or if that was just me #but i realized it’s not relatable at all #like do i think adley would also say ‘’oh gosh’’ at a burlesque show yes but he’d probably play it off a lot better than me #every once in a while i think abt mining my baltimore collegetown experience for fic and then i’m like i barely left campus #you want a fic about breaking down sobbing in a class about hamlet bc people were bullying ophelia i’m your guy!! everything else that #happened to me happened without me having one single ounce of input or agency i just like ended up places and by virtue of being small #and wide-eyed and pretty sheltered growing up with zero street sense burlesque dancers were like wow. we gotta bully this kid so hard #which i don’t think is really the vibe that adley rutschmann gives off???? maybe i’m wrong. orioles scholars should engage #dude i should i have kept a timer on how long it took me to answer this ask #cage replies #pindergarten #i’m so sorry. i’m SO sorry

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mushiemellows · 2 months

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Just looked at the word count….. Staying Right Here chapter 10 is 35k+ long

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH #it’s taken so long because there’s so much to write I’m sorry I didn’t post last week #but I’ve got one big scene left to write and then it’s on to the little chapters #just one last push #wink

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oshiawaseni · 2 years

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The unbreakable bond between two disconnected ends

While I do think that Deku is incredibly heroic, I also subscribe to the idea he loses himself the most and goes hardest specifically when it comes to Kacchan, I can’t see him motivated to this extent and acting what appears to be without limit for any other character and between us and Horikoshi knowing this little fact, it makes Bkdk so endearing and easy to rally behind.

A part of me feels that Kacchan sees all of Deku’s actions for him only as his reckless heroism, and that Deku would be like this for anyone… and this might be why they haven’t come to truly understand one another yet. Like is it really such a big coincidence that with the exception of Katsuki Bakugou Rising, Kacchan and Deku have never shown each other their heart and how strongly they feel for one another? Whether it’s simply batting in their corner to others or this deep emotional connection they have causing them stress and worry about the other, tirelessly wanting to get Deku back to the point of sleeplessness, even breakdowns and Deku’s quirk awakenings over Kacchan.

Hence Izuku’s shock with the apology and not accepting being called Izuku by him right away. That was surely because he doesn’t understand the scope of which Kacchan has fiercely worried over him and how that worry is now coming from a love for Izuku that’s probably always been resting inside him.

But we all know that rather than plain and platonic heroism, that likewise, when it involves Kacchan, Deku’s own loud actions have been coming from a place in his heart occupied by this unchangeable pure love for him and also Deku’s complete inability to accept his own existence in the world without Kacchan somewhere within his reach. Think of “Give him back!” That was the stubborn side of Izuku that wouldn’t let Kacchan go to a place where he couldn’t see him, watch over him and confirm his existence that’s right in front of him. What incredible attachment he has always felt towards him, despite everything.

Izuku kept tabs on Kacchan to the point he knows when he last spoke to him. To Deku, it didn’t matter what Kacchan was doing, as long as he could ascertain his presence nearby and that he’s okay, even if they weren’t necessarily on friendly terms. And Kacchan very much felt the same thing about Deku. “Watch me, Deku.” Watch how strong and cool of a hero I am, watch my back with those big eyes of yours and praise me like you always do. But when he realised Izuku was no longer in his reach, Kacchan fought in earnest for a chance to get him back again, to not just trailing behind him but by his side. Which is why their distance being removed and them communicating like best friends again is such a big deal and would absolutely mean the world to both of them.

I’ve always had a vague sense that Kacchan had been running away from Deku. Which side of Deku had Kacchan been running away from all this time? Heroism? Love? Both? Because Deku’s heart scared him. He didn’t just envy it or feel inferior to it - he also feared it. To me, Kacchan rejecting Deku’s kindness feels like someone saying no to a warm hug from somebody they care about on a freezing winter’s day. It made no sense. He pushes affection away so much to the point that he’s virtually touch starved now. So why did he really do it? It’s one of Decchan’s mysteries that I wish was explained fully.

And on the other side of things, Deku’s actions towards Kacchan felt more and more nonsensical as the story unfolded. There’s this confounding enigma that despite Kacchan treating Deku awfully for years, Deku has consistently always jumped very strongly to Kacchan’s defense - which makes you wonder what it is about them that allowed Deku to carry his four year old self’s pure and positive feelings towards Kacchan for so long. (This is why middle schooler bkdk is top tier dj for me, they often come up with their own answer to fill the gaping hole of missing context in this complicated bkdk puzzle.) And while I can’t consolidate in my head the truth to the mystery of their past that became such a complicated relationship in its current state (at least not a truth that belongs in a shounen… unless..? haha), I do know that Kacchan is now acutely aware of the fact this entire time he has been loved, not looked down on, by Deku and realised when Deku almost died that he also possesses feelings of love and attachment towards Deku too.

This revelation honestly affected him in a big way. It broke Kacchan’s hardened walls down piece by piece over time, until there was quite literally nothing left but his own exposed heart that he plainly laid out for Izuku.

The shot of the wound from his sacrifice that reopened - bleeding, vulnerable. A beautiful metaphor for his exposed heart and truth that he openly gives to Izuku for the first time in front of everybody. Because he realised Izuku is more important to him than his guilt and his shame and his pride.

And because they are such an iconic and invincible duo who above anything else, want to take care of each other, this does have me hoping Izuku will take his vulnerable heart and treat it gently at the end of everything, shounen or not.

But as of now, we’re at an emotional stand-still from Izuku’s side.

Kacchan’s words aged very well, past hundreds of chapters because despite being the protag of the story, we are always left wondering how Deku really feels. Kacchan’s frustration at Deku and characterisation of him here is so accurate lately 😅

I get the sense that all of this ambiguity they feel from the other has been written there for a reason and will have a meaningful climax where they will come to understand each other in the coming fight. Horikoshi places purpose behind all of the dialogue he writes - so with the dialogue between Deku and Toga in mind, when it comes to Izuku and Kacchan’s history and both not being fully aware of how much they care for one another, I think in the near future, they will acknowledge the inspiration and strength they’ve found in each other. “Don’t you also want to share the same heart?” Kacchan has been doing this with Izuku ever since DvK2 and we all know Izuku draws his own powers from Kacchan since the very beginning because he sees Kacchan not only as his personal hero, but as the embodiment of strength and confidence and overcoming one’s hardships. He watched him for years win against his biggest one of all: himself.

Because it’s not only All Might he’s been wanting to become more like, but someone else even closer to him. Someone who, without fail, has always motivated him to go beyond, above himself and even all logic and reason. And that someone has always been Kacchan. Ever since they were little. So now I am hoping they come to understand what’s inside each other’s hearts (especially Deku’s which is always shrouded in mystery.)

They understand each other’s strategies perfectly, and yet Izuku and Kacchan have always had this big gap whenever it came to knowing their true feelings. So as an answer to their disconnect over the years, an answer to their relationship which contains a mysterious and profoundly deep bond that leaves us wishing their gap to close even more, it makes sense that a moment will come to pass where they’ll really see and understand each other for the first time, without all of this evasiveness we’ve gotten used to.

#bakudeku #kana writes #bnha meta #op #Kacchan needs an answer to put his heart at ease we are missing Deku’s true feelings as always #as fanficy as it sounds thats whats happened and needs to happen to placate this #gaping hole in their relationship that you can see Kacchan wants to be filled with Izuku #the person Deku has taken the most inspiration from is probably Kacchan so it’s quite funny he only mentions all might #when Kacchan’s bright hopeful eyes gave him hope and dreams too #horikoshi you are going to have to address this sooner or later sir 😅#long post #(again sorry) XD'#also how this manifests is uncertain but maybe it has something to do with AFO/OFA #i like the idea of a metaphysical connection #because these guys are so bad at communicating to each other their feelings lol #something that will force them to communicate would be nice #im excited for 2 things: 2nd's power and bkdk getting closer lol #🙏❤️ it’s a very sad time on social media lately so I’m sending my prayers

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redjukebox · 15 days

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Me @ my brain: cmon man we gootta focus on this school shit and we gotta do all these things to ensure we’re good for the next quarter and we literally cannot be late or we’re so screwed and we reeeaally have to make an appointment like we’ve had to for the past 3 months pleeeaasee

My brain: ok but like what if Tick Tock constantly feels the need to move around, whether it’s moving his ears, tail, tapping his hoof, or even just talking to make sure that he still can?? Like bro was paralyzed and literally could not move AT ALL for at LEAST a year (at the very VERY least) like that must’ve done SOOOO MUCH DAMAGE OH MY GOD HE LITERALLY COULD NOOOT MOOVE BRO HE WAS 12

#doctor whooves and assistant #tick tock #I have a lot of things I have to get done but my mind will always return to Tick Tock #no matter how long I go without consuming dwna content it always comes back #I consider that a blessing<3 #seriously tho I feel like him literally being paralyzed at age 12 is kinda brushed over sometimes #like yeah he brings it up because it still heavily affects him but like #that must’ve been terrifying #he was literally at the mercy of a town that wanted him fucking dead #at age 12 #obviously he was taken care of because he definitely wouldn’t have made it without help but still #he was probably beyond terrified #like brroooo #sometimes I think about it and goooodddddd #I might try writing more fics just so I can have him process this shit cause there’s no way he’s processed it all #I NEED derpy and doctor helping him get through this trauma that has been with him for likely a whole DECADE #idk how old that mf is but he’s definitely early twenties so it probably has been a decade💀#I also think him constantly talking to himself good be him continuing an old habit of making sure he could talk #idk how to phrase it but I’m sure it’s basically understandable #hopefully💀#sorry about this huge rant #haven’t ranted about Tick Tock in a looong time #need to do it every now and then #it’s my enrichment<3 #I just realized my tags are longer than my FUCKING POST LMAOOOOOO

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noirapocalypto · 10 months

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I think I just need to sob into someone’s shoulder. I think that would really fix me. I just want someone to be with me while I cry. Even for a little bit.

#took a smol t-break I’m high again #relaxing in my new house #my nuu hoose #feeling peace for the first time in a long while #listening to good music while being high is one of the best things #I’m vibing #I should have taken my last edibles instead Damn #it’s all right #also the post was because I imagined hugging my therapist for some reason #because I cried a lot every single session I’ve gone to since which isn’t a lot I admit #anyways—there’s a scene in Ted lasso where he asks dr. Sharon for a hug #and I wish that was appropriate to ask #because I think I would have felt more comfortable opening up after that #I just felt like talking #don’t mind me #I also overshare hella when I’m stoned so sorry in advance

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elendsessor · 15 days

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Misinformation is being spread about KOSA.

I think the people saying KOSA is top prioroty are just heing doomers.

that goes for everything lol welcome to the internet

unfortunately negativity bias exists. doesn’t mean we shouldn’t at least acknowledge the bad and take steps on our own to prevent the bad. if there are proven trustworthy recourses, it’s good to spread them.

kosa has the potential to be insanely harmful but it’s definitely not top priority in terms of issues. it’s just another case of bad parenting. i do agree that people are blowing many things out of proportion with the only exceptions relating to like. actual direct harm to others aka stuff like police brutality or terrorist states like israel. that needs to be dealt with asap since it’s inherently wrong and shouldn’t be normalized.

the kosa post i made was just expressing why i think bills like it are stupid and won’t work even if they somehow pass, plus how parents are failing their kids to begin with yet are passing blame. there are way too many issues with child proofing the internet that doesn’t take a genius to figure out.

i’m assuming this is why you left the ask and if you took that as me doomsaying i’m sorry. if not then uh. dunno what the fuck you’re talking about lmao

#sorry for the long response too i just felt like that needed clarification #i make a lot of initial thoughts posts including opinions and i don’t want them to be taken as gospel #i’m also unintentionally impulsive so form your own opinions just know i was only throwing my own out there

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There's heavy air around us, my eyes blurring once in a while with tears as Nikki drives.

Not a word was spoken on the drive to airport, nor on the flight back to L.A.

I know what Nikki's thinking, however, the root of my sadness.

I could see it in his eyes when he saw me leave the bathroom Duff was in.

I blame my high-strung emotions on my pregnancy, trying to remember how happy Duff is right now, praying for the best between him and his new wife.

"Did you have fun?" Nikki's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I'm clearing my throat, sniffling, before I say, "Yeah, I did."

"You sure?" He presses, his jaw tensing a little when I glance at him, the only way I can see his face in the dark is from the lights on the street and the dimly lit buttons of the radio.

"I'm not crying because of that, Nikki." I bite it out harsher than I intend to. "I'm worried about him, that's it."

"I didn't say anything about it." He argues. "But if you wanna start an argument you can. Just keep in mind we no longer have a mediator to talk our shit out to since you told Amber to go burn."

"Oh, please, Nikki." I scoff.

"'Please' what, Viv?" He raises his brows, looking at me.

"I did not tell her to go burn."

"'You can go to hell before I ever step foot in here again'." He quotes me.

"And I called and apologized for saying it." I hiss back. "You're the one not letting it go two months after the fact."

"It doesn't matter because you still refuse to go back. She was helping us."

"She told you not to have sex with me."

"She suggested it, Vivian. And she had a pretty damn good point, and it was something I thought you would agree with me on."

"We're trying to fix our marriage, why the would keeping ourselves at a distance do any good? Huh?"

He lets out a short chuckle that holds no genuine humor.

"Now you know how I felt when you packed up your shit and left me for three months." He says to me.

"That was different, Nikki, and you know it."

"It was different. You're right." He tells me. "You were just being petty back then whereas I'm actually trying, now, and you're making it hard."

"Like how you made it hard for me the entirety of our relationship?" I can't help but shoot back, raising my brows.

"Boy, are you on it tonight, Sixx." He mumbles.

"I think I have every right to be on it, Sixx." I argue, furrowing my brows, raising my voice. "I just wish you would know when to listen to people and when to not listen."

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Green eyes cut at me, my lips rubbing together.

"We'd be in a better place in our relationship by now if you wouldn't have paid her any mind. But instead you listened to her bullshit about taking things slow."

"And you thought telling her to go to hell would change my mind about it?!" He barks out, a hint of the old Nikki in his voice.

I don't say a word back.

"You just need to go home and pray or something, Vivian, because the way you've been the past couple weeks..."

"...The way I've been?"

He goes quiet, shaking his head slightly as if holding back.

"What 'way' have I been, Nikki?"

"Bitter. Resentful. Pissed off. And you've been taking it out on anyone that's around you. I'm trying to get better and be better and you're doing everything you can to try to get in the way of that." He snaps at me.

"Maybe there's a reason I've been acting that way." I say in the same tone.

"Yeah, it's because you fired the woman who was helping you deal with all that."

"'All that' being a mix of emotions I wouldn't have had it not been for you screwing our marriage up."

"She says as she's sitting next to her husband knocked up as fuck with another man's kid."

"Stop the car." I say, unbuckling.

"No."

"Nikki, stop the car."

"Vivian, we're on the freaking highway. No." He refuses, ignoring my request.

"Let. Me. Out."

"What're you gonna do? Open the door?"

The two of us look at one another, my brow raising.

"Open it and see what happens." He dares me.

Long gone is our mature, new selves, old habits resurfacing in the form of our old arguments — as petty as they are — and I'm reaching for the handle of the door before he's slamming on the brakes, simultaneously pulling over to the side of the road.

"Are you fucking crazy, Vivian?!" He yells at me as if I actually opened the door speeding down the road.

Once we stop I do shove the door open, getting out, needing some fresh air.

The door slams as he gets out as well, giving me time to get another look at him when he's not half-way dressed up.

T-shirt and black jeans and boots, his once teased hair is now beginning to be more relaxed.

It was never teased in rehab, I don't think he had the care for it to be anymore — a way of completely trying to shed his "Nikki Sixx" persona that had gotten him into the shit hole to begin with.

"Get back in the car, Viv." He says it to me impatiently, and it doesn't sound the least bit inviting.

"No."

"It's nearly one in the morning. I gotta get you home so I can go home." He adds, sighing out. "Me and the guys have got a meeting tomorrow, remember?"

"You go home, then, and I'll find a phone somewhere and get my dad to come pick me up." I cross my arms.

"He'll kick my ass. No. I'm not leaving you out here to get snatched up by sickos." He states. "Even though I'm sure they'd give you right back." He adds, scoffing, glancing at the cars zooming by us on the road before he's turning back to me, the two of us staring at one another.

I see the faintest pull of his lips, his dimple showing for a second before he's forcing it away.

This makes me force back a smile, and when the two of us notice this we both can't help but to crack up.

"You've got me on the side of the road at 1:00am." He tells me, raising his brows, finally letting his smile show.

"Maybe I have been a handful lately." I admit, rubbing my forehead.

"You've been a handful since '81, baby." He steps back to the car and I can't help but blush when he calls me "baby," being that I haven't heard any term of endearment from him since I got rid of Amber.

"You haven't been a walk in the park, either, Nikki." I also walk back to the car, crossing my arms, taking a deep breath.

"Because I've known I could get away with it." He confesses, rubbing his lips together. "I guess it's just been a harsh wake up call to see that I can't get away with anything anymore...not with you, at least."

"Sorry for the inconvenience." I mumble.

"It's not an inconvenience." He shakes his head. "It's a good thing. Used to it was only Doc or Bob or anybody else over us that could get a good enough hold on me to bend to what they wanted me to do — even the smallest amount — but this whole thing has reminded me the only person that matters at the end of all of this is my wife." He adds. "That's how it should've always been. And I'm sorry for that."

"It was my fault. I let it go on for so long, like a dingbat."

"You didn't know any better." He defends me. "And how could you have? I kinda sprung everything on you all at once. We all did."

"I don't think we should've been together so soon." The words pull his attention to me. "You should've been able to do what you wanted with who you wanted with no commitments. I screwed that up for you for a long time."

"I wanted to marry you." He reminds me. "I shouldn't have done that just to put you through hell for four years straight."

"No, you shouldn't have." I agree with him. "But I just wanted you, Nikki. That's all I've wanted. Even after everything that's happened. Maybe I've been so bitter lately because anyone in their right mind would just let you go and free themselves, and I'm angry because I can't do that."

"Do you want to do that?" He questions me.

"No. And that's why I'm angry." It's the first time I've admitted it out loud.

"So, what do we do, now, Vivian?" He asks me.

"You take me home, go to your meeting tomorrow with the guys, figure out what Mötley's gonna do next while I try to figure out what I'm gonna do next aside from deliver a baby in four months." I swallow the lump that's attempting to form in my throat. "And maybe, eventually, we can meet back in the middle somewhere and do this the right way. How we should've done it to begin with."

It takes him a second to think about it, contemplating arguing with me or accepting it.

"How long is this gonna take, exactly?" Is what he asks me.

"However long it takes. If we're actually gonna do this I can't just go back to being 'Nikki Sixx's wife,' especially now that I'm also being labeled, 'the whore Duff McKagan knocked up'."

"Do you think that?" He asks me, referring to being accused of being a whore.

"Do you?"

"I know better than to think that." He denies with a strong reassurance in his voice. "And people who do think that are morons."

It's quiet another moment, and I take a breath out before meeting his green eyes once again.

"We got this." I say to him in hopes it'll encourage him to continue on the right track with his sobriety and eventually our marriage.

"We do." He nods a little. "We'll have it even more if you get back in the car so we can get home and get some sleep."

My smile returns before I'm opening the door and getting back in.

The next two months is a complete whirlwind.

Mötley Crüe was sued for an incident that occurred at a show in '85 after a fan got hit in the face with something that took out his eye, so Nikki was gone for a week in court acting as a representative for the band.

We found out the reason Tansy and Axl were almost late for Duff's wedding was because they had gotten married in Vegas. I'll spare you the picture montage of their weekend wedding and honeymoon with Elvis' "Burning Love" blaring, but I wasn't entirely against seeing the front page of the gossip magazine with Tansy all done up in the same pink, short, sequined dress she wore to Duff's wedding, paired with an over the top veil, perched on Axl's right shoulder, her right hand interlocking with his to hold her balance while her left hand is reached out to the camera to show off her new ring, a smile stretching on her face from ear to ear. She was in the best shape she had been in, completely sober from all alcohol and drugs, she was healthy and genuinely happy. If Axl amplified that happiness then I couldn't be mad.

By July, Tom Zutaut was basically in a verbal fist fight with MTV constantly, trying to get them to finally air the video for Welcome to the Jungle that Guns N' Roses had filmed back in February. Apparently John Malone didn't want Satan music blaring into the chunk of cable houses he owned at the time that MTV broadcasted across, and threatened to take the channel off his cable networks if they dared to display the "junkie, rock band" on their programming.

It hadn't surprised me to hear this, conservative skepticism tearing into Rock N' Roll was inevitable, but what I hadn't anticipated was what came of it.

"...They're gonna play them once, Viv, that's the best they can do and if it doesn't go anywhere Geffen wants to pull the plug on them entirely." Tom Zutaut's worried voice says to me while I hold the phone to my ear, folding towels.

"They can't do that." I state, furrowing my brows.

"Apparently they can. The album's only sold about 200,000 units and it's been out a year. They wanna cut their losses unless we can get Guns on the map."

"Well, when they play the video on MTV it'll get more peoples attention." I attempt to stay optimistic.

"That's the thing, though, Vivian, they gave us a shit spot." He sighs out. "They're gonna play the video at 4:00am in Newyork, 1:00am our time this Sunday night."

"That's the best they could do?!" I snap, dropping my laundry, beginning to pace.

"That's all they would give."

It's quiet between us.

"Do the guys know, yet?"

"A part of me doesn't even wanna tell them. It'll get their hopes up and the chances of it taking off like it should are slim to none with the time MTV will be playing the video." He admits. "I can't let these guys be nobodies, Viv. The world's gotta fuckin' hear them."

"Completely agree, Tom, but I don't know—"

"Viv, come look!" Sharise's voice grabs my attention when she pokes her head in the back door, seeing me where I'm standing in the living room.

"Gimme a second, Tom." I say to him as I walk over to her.

She steps aside and I see Skylar standing on the edge of the pool in her butterfly swimsuit, with her floaties off.

"Alright, Sky, show Viv!" Sharise encourages her.

She looks back at me to see if I'm watching her or not and when she sees that I am she's all smiles.

"Watch this!" She shouts.

"I'm watching!" I assure her, giving her a thumbs up.

She jumps into the shallow water, taking a moment before she's coming right back up.

I know she can't completely touch down in that pool, yet, so she must be swimming without the help of being able to reach the pool floor with her feet.

"Yay!" Sharise and I are screaming as Skylar's triumphantly hollering, "I did it, I did it!"

Sharise makes her way to the edge of the pool, pulling Sky up into her arms, the two of them dripping water onto the concrete while I grab the towels I had set aside for them.

"I'm back, Tom," I say as Sharise puts Skylar down beside me. "I don't know what else to do about it." I start again as I help Sky dry off before wrapping the towel around her.

"I talked to David Geffen and that was the best he could do for the guys." He finishes what he was saying to me earlier as I kiss Sky's cheek, bringing a smile to her face.

"Awesome job, Sister-Friend." I tell her, holding my hand up and she gives me a high-five.

"Um, I-thanks." Tom stutters on the other end of the phone.

"Let's go get a shower, big girl, and then we'll see if we can't convince Viv to let me cook something." Sharise is kissing Sky's wet hair.

"So, they don't know?" I ask again as we head back inside.

Sharise takes Skylar to my bathroom to get cleaned up while I head to the living room to finish laundry.

"No, I'm gonna call and tell them individually when I get off the phone with you." He informs me. "Though I might get Tansy to break the news to Axl. He's the one I'm worried about the most finding out."

"If he's pissed off, he's got a good reason to be. They all do."

"Oh, I'm fully expecting them to riot, I assure you." He chuckles. "Let's just hope all this pays off."

"It'll work out, one way or another, Tom...it might have a higher chance of working out if you pray on it."

This brings a full laugh from him.

"I'm not so sure God would approve of me asking him to let the world be exposed to Guns N' Roses." He states.

"God's not a stick in the mud, Tom, that's just how people like my mother have made him out to be." I giggle at his laughter.

"Well, I'm about to call the guys up and tell them what's going on." He says to me. "Unless you want to?"

He offers it up on a silver platter and I scoff.

"C'mon, Viv, take one off my hands."

"Slash. He'll probably be too drunk to care, anyway."

"Izzy." He denies my request.

"Steven."

"Duff. Take it or leave it."

"I can't tell Duff." I shake my head. "I'll tell Izzy, he can tell Steven, and he'll tell Slash. Duff and Axl are all yours." It's my final offer.

"You drive a hard deal, Sixx." He sighs out, thinking on it for a moment.

"I could just not tell any of them and let you do it on your own...being the one who discovered them, anyway..."

"...Axl and Duff it is."

"Good talk." I poke at him.

"Good talk, Viv. Later."

We hang up and I'm dialing Izzy's number.

"...So, what the fuck does that mean?" He asks me once I've explained the situation to him.

"It means that your guys' only hope right now is placed in MTV's bullshit attempt of playing the video at the time their channel is the most dead of viewers the entire week." I say, running a hand through my hair. "But, all hope isn't lost. There's still a chance."

"A snowball's chance in hell, Viv." He pipes, irritated.

"But it's still a chance." I remind him. "Better than nothing, at that."

The line is silent and I lean against the kitchen counter.

"Hey, Izz?"

"Yeah?"

"It's gonna work out. Even if Mötley has to take Guns back on the road with them — "

" — Right, because the last time that happened turned out so good for all of us." He mumbles.

I hear him take a drag of his cigarette.

"It might turn out a lot better since I'm not screwing your bassist anymore." I shrug.

"You're not even screwing Mötley's bassist anymore, either, so that completely cancels out any good not screwing ours would do."

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" I fumble with the phone chord.

"I have to be, or else the confusing sexual tension between us fizzles out." He replies with a sarcastic drip to his words.

"Alright, Casanova, I gotta go. Pass the message along to Stevie and Slash, please. Tom's calling Duff and Axl up."

"Okay." He yawns. "See ya."

"See ya." I hang up, leaning against the wall and taking in a hefty breath before vomit hits the floor at my feet, the tears streaming down my face falling to land in the pile of my lunch.

I quickly head to the kitchen for paper towels, wiping my mouth and swishing some water around before spitting it down the sink.

Grabbing a bottle of cleaner and gloves from under the sink, I’m heading to the pile as promptly as I can to get it up before Skylar gets out of the bath and starts running around.

I started just in time because as I bend down, she’s running from the bathroom in her new Carebear pajama’s as Sharise chases after her.

“Sky, I gotta finish brushing your hair!” She pleads, and I’m making a point to guard the mess so neither of them step in it.

In the midst of doing so, the phone starts ringing once again and I’m cursing under my breath, unable to answer it at the moment.

“Sharise, can you get that?!” I call to her as I head to the trash can to throw out the dirty paper towels.

I’m not sure if she hears me until the phone clicks off the hook and I take a breath before turning the corner and see her standing back from my cleaning area, the phone in one hand while she holds a Mini Mouse hairbrush in the other.

“Hello?” She answers as I put on a new pair of gloves and start spraying the floor where my vomit was. “Yes, who is speaking?”

I’m crouched beside her when I hear her stumble on her words as she says, “U-Um, yeah, let me go grab her real quick.”

She nudges me with her leg frantically and I look up.

“What?” I ask, furrowing my brows.

“It’s Eddie Van Halen.” She replies.

“What?!” I nearly fall back.

“Shhh! Take it, he’s still on the line!” She whisper yells, offering me the phone she’s still got covered with her hand.

“No!” I shake my head, keeping my voice quiet.

“What do you mean, ‘no,’ it’s Eddie. Van. Halen!” She argues.

“Mom!” Sky shouts from the spare bedroom she’s staying in.

“I gotta see what she wants, take it.” Sharise orders lowly, trying to hand me the phone but I drop it.

“Vivian!” She scolds me silently, horrified by the uncovered receiver. “He can hear you!” She mouths to me, pointing.

“Hang up!” I mouth back and she shakes her head and picks the phone up saying, “here she is,” forcing it into my hand.

My eyes are probably the size of bowling balls right now, and I can’t even bring words to come from my mouth.

“Hello?” His voice rings in my ear and I let out a squeak and hang up before I can stop myself.

Sharise and I stare at one another for a moment, in shock.

“Eddie Van Halen just called me.” I say.

“You just hung up on Eddie Van Halen.” She tells me.

“I just hung up on Eddie Van Halen.” I repeat as it settles in. “Do you think he’ll call back?” I ask cautiously.

As if on cue, the phone rings once again, and continues to ring, and ring, and ring, until Sharise once again answers it.

“Hello?”

I anxiously wait as she offers me the phone.

“It’s Nikki.” She says, disappointed, before she goes to see what Skylar wanted before I’m letting out a breath of relief and say, “Hello?”

I learn it’s very much not Nikki as I hear:

“Hey, Vivian, it’s Eddie.”

#nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction #gateway drug #sorry it’s taken so long to post this btw #I’m working on getting a new computer and also got sick and thought it was rona🥴

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