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hookingminor · 4 years

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Halloween prompts. Number one “mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every year” with Vince Dunn ??

mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year

Un-fucking-believable.

God had some personal vendetta against you or thought this was the funniest running joke in the history of mankind, apparently, because you were about two seconds away from strangling someone.

“No, absolutely not,” you groaned when you saw Vince’s costume, “Go change right now.”

“Hello to you, too, babe,” Vince said cheerily, pulling you in for a side hug and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t ‘hello, babe’ me, we did not come together,” you scoffed, pushing him away by the chest before people saw you and presumed you were a couple.

Vince was wearing the complementary Scoops Ahoy costume to your Robin set, and you couldn’t understand how this happened. For the fourth time, you’ve unknowingly showed up in matching costumes with Vince.

The first time was set up by your friends, thinking it would be hilarious because the two of you hated each other.

The second time was accidental. Actually, you had showed up in a different costume, but due to someone spilling their drink on you, you had to shed some layers and slipped on an old NBA jersey the homeowner had. Coincidentally, Vince had worn the same jersey, deciding on a lazy look that year, and once again you were matching.

The third time, it technically wasn’t matching as you two had intended for different looks, but it looked similar enough that everyone just assumed they were matching. You had done your makeup intricately and wore a tattered wedding dress, going as Corpse Bride from the classic Tim Burton movie, and Vince had gone as Abraham Lincoln, though he lost the beard and top hat within twenty minutes and looked like a standard groom.

This year, however, you were so careful. You had told none of your friends your plans. You wanted no possibility of information leaking to Vince somehow about your costume.

God, it seemed, had other plans because here you were again.

“I think the universe is trying to tell us something,” Vince chuckled, following you into the kitchen where you had escaped in an attempt to avoid him.

“That you’re an annoying asshole who will go to, literally, any length to piss me off?” You suggested, pouring yourself an extra strong drink.

“I was thinking more along the lines of ‘maybe we should get together,’” Vince shrugged, and you rolled your eyes.

“Over my dead body,” you snorted, taking a long chug. Vince waited for you to toss your drink back before he spoke again.

“Do you really hate me that much?” He asked, and you swore you saw his face fall just a little bit.

“As much as you hate me,” you replied with a forced smile. Vince gave you a dramatic eye roll to let you know you were being ridiculous.

“I never said I hated you,” he said, and now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Your actions say enough,” you muttered.

From the moment you’d met, you’d never gotten along. There wasn’t a definitive reason or instance that made you hate him, but you always clashed at every turn. Every time you suggested dinner, he was never in the mood for that type of food. Every time he wanted to go out and do something, you hated all his ideas. Little disagreements like those just continued to build up and over time, it just got to the point where the two of you refused the other’s suggestions out of spite. You were too proud to admit when he was right and he would never apologize to you so you both let it simmer and stew.

Not wanting to continue conversation with him anymore, you pushed your way past his body and into the party in hopes of disappearing into the crowd.

You’d managed to avoid him for a half hour or so, but even with him somewhere else, he was still with you.

“I saw your boyfriend earlier,” the guy that you thought you’d been flirting with said after a few minutes, “I love your guys’ costumes.”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” you chuckled awkwardly, “It was purely coincidental.”

“I just talked to him a little while ago, and he definitely insinuated that you were his girlfriend. He was asking people if they’ve seen you. It sounded like he was looking for you,” the stranger explained, but you were already seeing red by the end of his first sentence.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse me,” you politely excused yourself with a strained smile.

Walking away with purpose, you roamed the house in an angry stomp until you found Vince tucked away near the pong table, clearly caught in the middle of a game.

You strode up to him with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw when you heard him laughing with his friends. You stopped next to him, reached up to grab him by the ear, and dragged him behind you as you searched for a quiet space to kill him in.

You walked all the way to an abandoned bedroom at the furthest corner of the house and, quite literally, threw him in the room before slamming the door behind you.

“What the fuck is your problem, Dunn?” You exclaimed as you turned on him with crossed arms, “Do you think it’s fun to cockblock me all night?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked instead, deciding to play dumb.

“Telling other people we’re together? Is this a joke to you?” As the seconds passed, you were getting progressively more upset.

“It’s kind of funny,” he muttered under his breath with a light laugh, and you swore you never wanted to strangle anyone more in your entire life.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoffed, “You know what? Do me a favor and ignore me for the rest of the night.... Actually, no, for the rest of your life.” Turning on your heels to leave the room, you reached for the door with one hand, but Vince was leaping forward before you could exit.

“No, wait,” he rushed out quickly, pulling you back around to face him, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?” His cheeks heated instantly, and he averted your gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, okay? It was childish and stupid,” he confessed, but it only confused you more.

“Why?”

Vince took a few seconds to respond, but he still held onto your wrist. You raised your eyebrows as you waited for him to continue.

“Ikindofhaveacrushonyou,” he mumbled quickly.

“What?” You asked, not sure if you’d heard him correctly.

“I have a crush on you,” he admitted, “and I acted like an asshole because of it.”

“What?” You repeated, though this time it was more in disbelief and shock than misunderstanding.

“I know I deserve it, but you don’t have to be a dick about it,” he said timidly. In all your time knowing Vince Dunn, he never got shy. Until now.

“I’m not being a dick, I’m just genuinely confused,” you said softly. Probably the first time you’d ever spoken to Vince with a soft tone.

“I thought you were cute and that we had a good banter going, but at some point I probably took it too far which lead to all of this,” he gestured vaguely between the two of you, “and then the only relationship we had was when we were fighting, so I kept it up.”

“That’s the worst way to show a girl you like her,” you replied in a monotone voice. If it weren’t for the slight smile that quirked at the corners of your lips, Vince would’ve thought you were about to kick him.

“I know, it was dumb,” he chuckled, “but then some guys were talking about you, so I acted before I could think.”

“Did you plan all this? All these years?” You questioned.

Vince gave you a slight shrug, “The first two times, no. The third time, yeah a little bit.”

“And tonight?”

“I may have asked your roommate to find out. She only agreed because she knows I’ve been after you for a while now.”

“You know if you had just asked me out like a regular person, I probably would have said yes,” you replied, “I thought you were cute when I first saw you too.”

He lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“And then you opened your mouth.”

Vince laughed heartily at that, the tension in the room dissipating as you joined in with him. Taking a tentative step closer, you took the hand that was still holding your wrist to grip your waist as you felt your way up his shoulders. His eyes widened at your close proximity, and you could see him take a deep breath in.

“Ask me now,” you stated, curling your hand around his neck.

He released the breath he was holding in.

“Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?” Vince asked.

You pretended to ponder your answer for a moment before you finally replied.

“Yeah, I guess. I have nothing better to do.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” Vince groaned, dropping his head against your shoulder in defeat. You let out a small chuckle, and you felt his lips smiling against your skin.

Pulling his head back up to eye level, you gave him a warm smile.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Vince.”

#vince dunn #vince dunn imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #my writing #requests #blurbs #blues29

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the-bee-graveyard · 3 years

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The Fine Line: Chapter Three

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Summary: The Gladers (+Brenda, and Group B members) try to make up for the grave mistake made during their plans by throwing a party. Vince can be bribed with cookies. Brenda does not like party games. Jorge ships Newtmas. Thomas makes a not shocking realization. Everyone wants to slap Newt and Thomas.

Sorry if there are any grammatical/spelling errors I proofread but that’s quite ineffective.

I dedicate this chapter to @madmathis18, sorry about your paper Madalynne

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Chapter Three: The Fine Line Between Friends and Lovers

Part One: Minho’s POV

Say they screwed up would be an understatement. They didn’t screw anything up. Screwing something up implies that it can be salvaged.

And Minho had no clue how the hell they could possibly salvage this.

“How the hell can four people be so stupid?” Sonya ranted, they sat in their circle going over their failure. The four people she spoke of were Minho, Gally, Newt, and Thomas. Newt and Thomas for not realizing they were madly in love with each other, and Minho and Gally for making everything worse.

But Minho had a new plan, a new plan to replace their old plan, which now laid in metaphorically shreds scattered across the beach on the safe haven.

“Shut up Sonya, I have a plan,” Minho said. Sonya, Frypan, Harriet, and Brenda all groaned, which Minho found ridiculous since he always had flawless plans. He glared at them before he spoke again. “Phase one: Minho goes and tell’s Newt he’s absolutely not attracted to him. Phase two: we convince Vince to let us throw a party tomorrow night. Phase three-”

“Phase three of what?” A voice interrupted. Minho spun his head around to see Jorge standing there.

“Nothing,” Minho replied.

“We’re trying to get Newt and Thomas together,” Frypan said at the same time.

“May I join?” Jorge asked.

“Of course,” Minho said. Jorge sat down in between Brenda and Teresa, who weren’t sitting as far apart as they were at the last meeting but still pretty far apart. “Phase three: we start up a wild game of truth or dare-”

“Absolutely not,” Gally interjected, Frypan had opened his mouth to protest to. They used to play truth or dare in the glade, and the games always got so out of hand Alby had to shut them down. Once Gally had been dared to bathe in his own drinks, and another time Frypan had been dared to eat two sticks of butter.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Teresa said. Minho almost said something mean, but he bit his tongue. He really wanted to try to get along with Teresa for Thomas’s sake, even if he still sort of hated her guts. “We won’t give anyone else anything too extreme, just stuff to sell the game to Newt and Thomas before we attack them with dares.”

“I like the way you think Teresa,” Harriet said. “So how do we get Vince on board?”

“I have an idea for this,” Jorge spoke up. “How quickly can you whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies Frypan?”

-Time Gap, an hour-

“Heyyyyy Vince,” Minho said cheerily, Sonya and Frypan at his sides. They were all there for a reason: Frypan because he made the cookies, Sonya because she insisted on coming and Minho was too afraid of her and her girlfriend to say no, and because they all agreed that Minho had the least shame out of all of them and could easily bribe a resistance leader with cookies.

“Oh god,” Vince muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How can I help you three?”

“We just wanted to let you know Frypan just finished making a batch of chocolate chip cookies,” Minho said, holding the plate of cookies so Vince could smell them. Their leader reached for a cookie but Sonya slapped his hand before he took one.

“They come with conditions,” Sonya snapped.

“There it is,” Vince sighed. “What?”

“We want a party tonight. On the beach. We’ll plan everything, all you have to do is sit back, relax, and eat your cookies,” Minho said. The look on Vince’s face said no, but Minho didn’t take no for an answer, escipecally not when his friend’s whole relationship rely on this party. They didn’t call Minho cupid for nothing (he could hear Sonya’s voice in his head saying no one called him that, but Sonya’s voice could shove off). He held the plate closer to Vince’s face, and he saw the mans face soften.

“Fine,” Vince grumbled, snatching a cookie from the plate. “If anyone dies it’s on you.” Sonya and Minho high fived.

Part Two: Teresa’s POV

They sat in another circle, but this time Jorge was missing and Newt and Thomas filled his place (sitting quite close to each other if Teresa did say so herself, which she did). Teresa took a sip of Minho’s special drink.

“So may I ask why we’re gathered here?” Newt asked Minho.

“We’re going to have a nice fun game of truth or dare,” Minho announced. To say Newt looked horrified would be an understatement.

“There’s no buggin’ way I’m playing, nope,” Newt said, his arms crossed and his expression firm.

“Please Newt, it’ll be fun,” Thomas pleaded, giving the blonde boy puppy dog eyes. Newt sighed, clearly giving in.

“Fine,” Newt grumbled.

“Great,” Gally said. “I’ll go first. Minho, truth or dare?” Teresa already knew how this first part would play out, they’d planned it out.

“Truth,” Minho said.

“Is it true that you’ve got a thing for Newt?” Gally asked.

“Nope, I’ve only got eyes for you babe,” Minho said, before leaning in and kissed Gally, resulting in a gagging noise from Brenda (Minho flipped her off).

“If you’re so eager to move on, Brenda, truth or dare?” Minho asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Teresa didn’t expect to get heated this early in the game, but then again, she should never underestimate Minho and his competitive agenda.

“Dare,” Brenda said, leaning back.

“I dare you to kiss Teresa,” Minho announced. Teresa swore the words echoed off of something. Everyone quickly turned to Brenda, waiting to see her reaction.

Brenda said nothing, grabbing Teresa and kissing her quickly before pulling away, the sudden movement shocking Teresa. Her lips immediately felt cold once Brenda pulled away.

“Thomas, truth or dare?” Brenda said as if nothing had ever happened. Teresa couldn’t tell if she wanted Brenda to act like nothing happened, or she wanted her to be mad, or what.

Teresa used to think she knew everything.

But if she knew everything then why didn’t she know why she wanted to kiss a girl who hated her so much again?

Part Three: Thomas’s POV

Thirty minutes later Thomas and Newt had swapped shirts, Aris was soaked from running in the ocean, Sonya and Harriet were “glued” to each other, and Minho had to end every sentence with “bubbles”.

“Thomas, truth or dare,” Harriet said.

“Truth,” Thomas said. His last dare was to go over to the bonfire and compliment Vince’s shoes, so he decided he’d take a break from dare’s for a little bit.

“Who’s the most attractive person in this circle?” It wasn’t a hard decision, even though it should be. They were all very attractive individuals, but Newt outshined them all with his fluffy blonde hair and deep brown eyes Thomas could and would drown in.There there was his smile and his hands and the way he never let anything get him down.

And most importantly, the way he said Tommy. He could never say the words with anything but affection, even if he was pissed, and Thomas loved it.

Then it hit him. Like a brick.

Thomas loved Newt. Like, loved loved Newt.

Shoot.

“Earth to Thomas, you gonna answer or not?”

“Oh yeah, Newt,” Thomas said. Newt grinned and patted Thomas on the back. “Minho, truth or dare?”

“Dare. Bubbles,” Minho said.

“I dare you to come up with a compliment for everyone in this circle.” Minho mumbled something under his breath and then began unenthusiastically.

“Frypan, you can cook like a saint. Brenda, you have the second best hair, besides me of course. Bubbles. Harriet, you’re absolutely terrifying. Bubbles. Sonya, you’re a great plotting buddy. Bubbles. Aris, I don’t think you’re a creepy vent-kid anymore. Bubbles. Teresa, you have nice eyes. Bubbles. Thomas, you’re not the ugliest shank I’ve ever met. Bubbles. Newt, you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met. Bubbles. Gally, you’re the second hottest person here, besides me of course. Bubbles. Newt, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Newt said. He’d only did one dare, which resulted Thomas wearing a shirt too tight and Newt wearing a loose shirt that looked good on him, everything looked good on him.

“Have you ever been in love with anyone in this circle? Bubbles.” Thomas followed Newt’s gaze as it landed on every single one of them, before his eyes met Thomas’s and lingered longer than they did on everyone else.

“Yes,” Newt said, looking away from Thomas, blushing. Thomas may be going out on a limb, but maybe, just maybe, there was a one in a million chance that Newt returned a small amount of his feelings?

“Really, who is it? Bubbles.”

“No, no, no,” Newt teased. “One question per turn.” Thomas’s heart sank, he wanted to know too. But he couldn't say that, then they’d all knew Thomas wanted to know and then they'd figure out he was utterly and hopelessly in love with Newt and always had been.

#newtmas #brendresa #mingally #Thomas tmr #newt tmr #teresa agnes #Brenda tmr #minho tmr #Gally tmr #frypan tmr #soniet #Sonya tmr #harriet tmr #Aris tmr #Jorge tmr #It get's gay in this chapter guys I promise #the fine line

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ottostherapy · 4 years

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Forbidden love

Pansy Parkinson x Slytherin!Reader

summary: 5.th year Slytherin dormroom conversation between Pansy, Daphne and the Reader lead to a weird role-play in the halls until the fellow Slytherins bring firewhiskey. A truth and a dare later Pansy and the Reader find themselves in an awkward position.

Word count: 3368

a/n: Okay. I have been inactive for a few years now, I know. I thought I had deleted this account to be honest, I reckon I haven’t. I am completely obsessed with the Wizarding World at the moment and I had this funny idea about writing a Pansy Parkinson fanfic/imagine (because I only found a few asking auntie google).

„Okay now. Y/N, your turn.” Pansy Parkinson was stretched on her sheets, prone with her head supported by her hands, legs dangling in the air, her feet furiously paddling forth and back. “Let’s go with Vincent Crabbe, Marcus Flint and …”, she frowned.

“Percy Weasley!” Daphne Greengrass, currently right next to me, tugged comfortably under my blankets, feet intertwined, exclaimed, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes. My best friends shot each other a glance, holding in laughter. They, of course, knew all too well I didn’t approve of their choices.

“I’ll most definitely kill Marcus, have you guys ever looked at him?” I shivered. “I might marry Percy of all of them, after all, he was headboy a few years ago and he seems to be quite … decent.” I puckered my lips.

Pansy in her own bed, like the princess she was, snorted. “You’d have to deal with a dozen of the other red-headed Weasleys then!”

“Still better than Vince to be blunt. Imagine having to follow him following Draco all day long.” I snapped the chocolate frog out of Daphne’s hand and beheaded it. She pouted.

“Oh my, my. Wouldn’t that be perfect, Y/N? Maybe you could start a steamy love affair.” Pansy grinned turning to her side. Her hand now ruffled in her dark hair, with that sly smile plastered to her lips, raised an eyebrow at me. Her black pyjama had given in to gravity, entwining around her waist.

“Isn’t he reserved for you, Pans?” I said, trying to swallow the bitter tone, that had settled on the back of my tongue.

“Would you stop talking about Draco?” Daphne shoved the last piece of chocolate into her mouth. “I perfonnally fink he if no-boyfriend material”, she licked the tips of her fingers, “and both of you know that!” Daphne had never been fond of Draco, even though we technically were friends. To some degree at least.

“I don’t even want to be more then whatever we are right now”, I crossed my arms over my torso, expecting Pansy to repeat after me, however she didn’t.

She just shrugged. “I don’t really mind. He has a cute side to him, don’t you think?”

I silently exchanged disgusted look with Daphne.

“No, Pansy. I tend to not think about him ever too often … Actually I tend to not think at all, I heard it endangers my stupidity, so I’m limiting that, maybe you should try it out as well.” It would definitely do her better than frequently thinking about the blonde boy.

“Well Y/N, I am certainly not surprised, I always knew there was something intriguing about you … I just never came around to figure out what it was.” Pansy shot me a smirk and her eyebrow popped again. This girl, Merlin!

“Oh, and I always thought it was my astonishing looks.” I snickered.

“No.” If I didn’t know better, I’d interpret Pansy’s rose cheeks for a blush maybe, for a flirtatious side-effect even, but I knew better. “I admire your boldness however, Miss Y/L/N. Maybe you have been sorted into the wrong house.” She sat up, hovered her bare feet over the stone floor. “We could be living a forbidden romance, imagine.” To my luck she turned the lights off, tapping off to the bathroom.

I, however, felt my cheeks burning, felt flustered, felt excited. How was Pansy so dreadfully playful with people around her. I knew not to dwell on the feeling she had me at right now, she was princess charming, not only with me. Sometimes I felt as though she needed to push every door open, to have any possibility and I wasn’t sure if it was a compulsive behaviour or if she just had fun doing it.

I snapped out of my thoughts when a warm finger brushed against mine. “Don’t you worry about it.” Daphne whispered. “She’ll realise eventually.” The blonde girl wrapped her arms around me and I sighted.

“How did you know?” I had always been careful to tell secrets, but this one, I hadn’t intended for anyone to find out. Not even Daphne after all.

“Come on, Y/N! I’ve known you for 13 years, don’t you think I can read your emotions by now?” Well, I certainly couldn’t read hers …

As the next morning rose, I was still caught up in the events, that happened last night. My gaze was dancing out of the window – the dim morning sky painted clouds all over the horizon – over to Pansy Parkinson. She was in a deep slumber, her face relaxed, even though her eyelids twitched from time to time.

I remembered her lips touching my forehead ever so slightly in the dark room. “We could be an adventure, darling!” She had whispered before turning to go to sleep herself.

Daphne had snuck her arm around my waist, pulling me close to her body. I knew she just wanted to help, but her embrace had made me feel even worse. I longed for the other girls’ touch, for her body to warm me up, for her to give me comfort. But there was no way Pansy would ever be mine.

I exhaled heavily before getting off to the bathroom. At least this way none of us had to fight for the sink and toilet.

As I was almost done, the door opened and in walked a very sleepy Pansy. She rubbed her Puppy eyes, blinking at me.

“Love”, she whispered. “I didn’t expect you here this early in the morning.” She walked over to me. “How did you get in?”

I gave her a look of confusion. “Are you alright, Pansy?” I handed her her green toothbrush.

“Hush, love.” Her eyes widened. “No one has to know.” She breathed, preparing her toothbrush, stuck it into her mouth. “Don’t shoo remember? Our forbibben love!” She found a loose strand of Y/H/C hair to tuck behind my ear. Her delicate hand brushed against my skin, leaving a tray of tickles. What was happening?

For a moment we stood in front of each other, eying the other girl up and down. Pansy, even with the toothbrush in her mouth, with messy hair, in a wrinkled pyjama made my heart beat faster. Made butterflies whirr around my stomach, made my breath hitch.

She gave me a sleek smile. Could she possibly know?

“Eh, Y/L/N! Cut my ingredients for me?” Pansy pointed to the flobberworm in front of her.

“What is she up to?” I mouthed to Daphne.

She shrugged, but gave me a light push.

“Why should I cut your flobblewobble, Pans?” I felt weirdly intrigued.

“Because I want you to.” She snorted. “You don’t want to get on Snape’s bad side, do you?”

“Pansy, I am not a Gryffindor.” I laughed, even though her determined role-play turned me on. Just a tad bit.

“There’s no denying it, Y/L/N” Pansy crept behind me and pushed her arms to the desk on either side of my body. “Do as you’re told”, she commanded, her voice cold and stern, but she added a muffled “Love” right into my ear.

I felt my knees weaken and decided it would probably be best to obey.

And so I found myself between Pansy’s arms over and over again with her head over my shoulder, watching closely. It went thus far, that Snape gave her a detention for distracting me. She just snickered and I could swear to have heard her say “worth it” as I walked back to Daphne.

The weeks flew by quickly, while the new self-proclaimed head-mistress professor Umbride prohibited almost everything, Pansy still found ways to get me all flustered.

She would place her hand on my thigh when sitting next to each other, pulled me in by my waist to mutter words like “love” or “darling” to me. She made the good-night kisses to my forehead a tradition and sometimes she would come so close to me, I felt her heart race in her chest.

I had realised by now that the feeling was mutual, I wasn’t stupid after all, but I enjoyed being the centre of her undivided attention. If it were up to me, you’d keep up that game she was playing. Granted I liked being her toy, I liked, that she had to know I went mad for everything she did to me, for every feeling, for every little touch.

One day I found myself in the Slytherin common room, accompanied by a large group of my friends. I sat next to Daphne at the large table, attempting to ignore my yelling classmates to write an essay for the transfiguration class. Next to Daphne sat her younger sister Astoria, snickering with two other girls of her year.

Right by the fireside, plopped onto one of the couches, lay Pansy. Her head was nestled in Dracos lap, her knees were bent over the armrest. She had her eyes on me, watching my every move.

I tried to blend it out as best as I could, but my thoughts came back to her piercing brown eyes. My ears were pointed towards their conversation, anticipating Pansy to make a move.

“Honestly, I cannot believe the ministry is that stupid.” Blaise Zabini, a tall boy from my year and a dear friend, sneered.

He was sat opposite to the fire place in an emerald, velvety armchair. All I was able to see from my place was his shaved black hair, but I was certain, he was holding the Daily Prophet, since he was invested in politics.

“They were stupid enough to not lock our parents up in Azkaban.” Draco grimaced. “This has been long overdue.”

Pansy shot up. “Draco, you don’t really think You-know-who will make things better”, she glared at him.

He shrugged. “At least the mudbloods would vanish.”

“Yes, they would, and our backbone as well.” She jumped to her feet. “Just because your parents are his pets, doesn’t mean he treats all his followers with mercy!” Angrily she paced around the small table in the middle of the sofas. “I heard him using the Cruciatus Curse on my mother in the summer, because he perceived my parents disloyal.”

You jumped as she kicked the table. Hesitantly you stood up from your chair.

“I am scared, Draco.” She continued then with a thrilling tone. “And you should be, too!” She allowed herself to fall back to her previous place, however she didn’t consider flopping back to his lap. Instead she waved me over imperiously.

I had my eyes plastered to the ground as I sat down between her and Draco. I felt grateful for my parents not being Death Eaters, I felt grateful I didn’t wake up at nights shivering, I didn’t have to shriek in my slumber, but I felt anxious as well. Unlike many other students, I had no point in denying the dark lord was back, for all your fellow students said.

“I have to admit”, Blaise raised his voice after what felt like an eternity of silence, “I am equally averse.” He pondered, folding the paper in his hand. “I just don’t think we’re standing a chance with these idiots making decisions.”

I felt Pansy’s head resting on my shoulder and a shiver ran down my spine.

Draco on my other side uttered profanities. He knew they were right, but he enjoyed being important. He enjoyed it over the cost it took.

“I hate this.” He groaned, bending forward to hide his face in his hands. Maybe Pansy was right, he could be cute sometimes. When he forgot that he actually was a git.

Nobody dared to object. We just sat for a while, a mutual silence wavering over our heads. Even Astoria and her gang had muted their voices. I wanted to shoot a glance to Daphne, but I didn’t dare breaking the moment.

If the Dark Lord was to recruit my friends, what would I do? Stand my ground? Follow them? Maybe I would just pretend to be too stupid to become one of them. Would he kill me, if he thought I was merely a squib? Or would I have the chance to just stay in the background? I didn’t ever want to find out.

The four of us were jolted out of our thoughts by the lovely “Hello, fuckers!” Millicent Bulstrode threw at us as she entered the common room. She was followed by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who were only ever called by their surnames.

“You will not believe what we managed to sneak in here!” Triumphantly she looked over all of our faces. Crabbe and Goyle grinned stupidly.

Bulstrode shooed Daphne over to where we sat, so our year was almost fully assembled around the small table.

“What is it you have?” Pansy asked, slightly annoyed. She wrapped her hands around my waist, pulling me tighter. She hid her face into the fabric of my grey sweater.

“Firewhiskey!” Bulstrode grinned, taking the brown bottle out of her robe.

“Where’d you get that?” Draco snapped.

“Filch’s office. He had confiscated it from some stupid seventh year Gryffindors, so we confiscated it from him. The pink monster wouldn’t want to find her favourite man drinking, would she?” Bulstrode grunted.

She was a big girl with a big attitude. She stomped over anything in her way and I was lucky enough to have only been once a thorn in her side.

“Well, I am down.” Blaise said. He looked exhausted.

“Yeah, Bullstrode!” Pansy cheered. “That actually is exactly what I need right now.”

“Don’t you think she is going to find out?” Daphne carefully opposed.

Crabbe shook his head. “No one would suspect us, Daphne. We are good students, we behave. She will probably accuse the Weasleys.”

Daphne tilted her head. “Fair point. Let’s play a game then!”

“Truth or Dare!” Pansy decided quickly. Her spirit awakening again. Her head left my shoulder, her hands drawing back to her own body.

I pouted visibly and she gave me a laugh. “Imagine what this game has to offer, love”, she breathed into my ear.

“Okay, I go first!” Goyle exclaimed. He looked challengingly at Bulstrode.

The girl rolled her eyes at him “Dare.” And so she came back 2 minutes later, spilling her entire gathering of sweets to the ground and took a sip, just for the fun. Thus, every one took a sip for fun.

I could feel the alcohol burn its way down my throat. The first few rounds we repeated the procedure, finding out Crabbe had a crush on Hannah Abbott, Blaise had once skinny dipped with Theodore Nott and Daphne certainly did not enjoy giving Draco a lap dance. He didn’t either.

I felt my cheeks burn as my best friend returned to the opposite sofa, crimson-headed. Bulstrode and Goyle laughed malicious laughs at her, handing the bottle over to Pansy.

She took a long sip and handed the bottle over to me. Her cheeks were as red as I imagined mine to be, plus I already felt a tad light-headed, so I passed, handing Draco the bottle. His pale skin had turned a little green, or was that the light? I couldn’t tell.

He as well took a long sip and gulped down the burning liquid. “Dare.” He said, putting the bottle to the middle of the table.

It was Daphne’s turn to set him a task, but she seemed to have lost her voice to her performance, so I quickly chimed in: “I dare you to kiss the cutest person in this room!” Only after I had said my words, I realised he would most likely turn to Pansy for that. Ouch. Why so stupid?

“Out of our round or out of this room?” Blaise enquired. Eyeing to the table where Astoria and her friends were still chatting.

“Room is what I said.” I repeated, hoping Blaise knew something I didn’t.

Draco shook his head. “Can I just drink?” He hissed.

“Nuh-uh.” Pansy had a devilish grin on her face. “You either do the dare or you have to take an article of clothing off … Along with the alcohol, of course.”

Considering the fact, he was only wearing his white shirt, and black school trousers the undressing would be interesting.

Draco glared at Pansy. “I know whom I had to kiss if Y/N had said the most obnoxious person.” He rose from the sofa and walked around the black piece of furniture. He stopped behind Pansy, bowing down to her. His face had changed from green to a light pink.

My fingernails dug into the soft skin of my palms. Of course he was going to kiss Pansy, why didn’t I think beforehand?

Draco’s face came closer to Pansy’s, who had laid her head to her neck. She didn’t even seem to mind.

Right as Draco was to connect their lips, he grimaced. “Ew.” He pulled away.

“You still need to do the dare”, Pansy snickered. Arrogant, as she was, her arm lurked around my shoulder, pulling me into her chest. “You wouldn’t think I’d kiss Draco before you, love, now would you?” I stiffened. Would she? I couldn’t tell. After all this was just a game.

Pansy placed a kiss to my nose, chuckling at me.

While she tried to cuddle me up, Draco walked over to the table. I was sure he had never been so insecure in his whole life. Attentively he tapped her shoulder. We watched as they exchanged a few words.

Suddenly Daphne stood behind him, fuming. “You are not kissing my little sister!” She dragged him back to our table by his wrist. Much to the displeasure of Astoria, who looked after him in her sisters grip dreamily.

Draco and Daphne both seemed relieved as they sat down.

“Pansy. Truth or dare?” Draco immediately shot at the brown-haired girl.

She smirked “Truth.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Tell us what you dreamt last night”, Draco demanded.

Pansy turned bright red. I turned my face to look her in the eyes, but she avoided mine. Carefully she opened the buttons to her white blouse.

I gasped. What had she dreamt that she would rather take off her shirt than tell us? Also why did Draco know? Why had she told him about it and not me?

Dracos eyes had a devilish shine. “Well I guess since Pansy couldn’t speak the truth, I can challenge another person.”

No one disagreed, Pansy shivered.

She was wearing a black bra, her skin was patchy, whether it was the alcohol or her embarrassment, she tried to hide it. Her arms crossed in front of her bust.

“Goyle has not been truth or dared yet”, Goyle said, but Draco shook his head.

“I was thinking about Y/N.” I snapped. What was he planning?

“Y/N/N, what do you think?” Draco wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to his side.

What had I, everyone wanted to hug me so badly?

“Dare.” I shoved Dracos arm away.

“That’s what I was hoping for.” He stood up. “I think we are all ready for a snogging session between you and Pansy, five minutes at least and make it entertaining.” He squeezed in between Daphne and Goyle.

“Erm.” I looked over to Pansy. She snorted.

“Really Malfoy?”, she spat. “You do us a favour?”

Draco shrugged. “You’re getting on my nerves. She’s all you’re ever talking about.”

Now was my turn to blush. I was all Pansy ever talked about?

I scooped over, sudden courage flooding my veins.

She took my face into her hands, her soft hands, and smiled shyly at me before I closed the gap between our lips.

I could taste the firewhisky on her lips. I closed my eyes. My heart throbbed against her bare chest and I couldn’t stop my hands from touching her.

She was left with goosebumps under my fingertips. I stroke over her waist to which I earned a whimper from her lips. She arched her back to the direction of my body.

It was funny seeing how she had been so demanding and dominant in the last weeks, but was now melting to my every touch. Oh how she was crazy for me, too.

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After weeks of going back and forth over the Duff ordeal, Nikki and I had finally put it behind us.

Or so I thought.

I smile at my pastor as I take his extended hand for a second, the two of us exchanging "goodbye"s after service.

"Have a good week, Vivian." He tells me.

I open my mouth to reply but the loud sound of a Harley Davidson is causing he and I, and everyone waiting behind me to speak to him, and everyone already in the parking lot, to turn attention to the culprit.

Nikki stops at the curb on the street, arrogantly grinning at me and I nervously glance at my pastor.

"I-I'm gonna go. I'll see you next Sunday, good sermon." I assure him.

"See you then, Vivian." He replies, his eyes still on Nikki before I'm quickly making my way off the church's porch, my heels clicking against the pavement as I step to the street.

"Nikki, what are you doing here?" I ask him, and he looks at me over his shades.

"You gonna get on the bike or not?" He ignores me, chewing his gum, and I exhale.

"I'm wearing a dress." I state.

"I know, you look pretty." He looks me up and down.

"No, I mean I'm wearing a dress. I can't just straddle a bike at 55 miles per hour, Nikki. It'll be blowing over my head."

"Then take it off." He shrugs.

"Nikki."

"Babe, it's Los Angeles. Nobody cares if they see Vivian Sixx's panties." He brushes it off and I just stare at him, not wanting to tell him why that's still an issue.

His face shifts, his grin turns into a full-fledged smile, a boyish laugh flutters past his lips and he looks so, so amused.

"You're not wearing any?" He asks me, and I turn beet red, hitting at his arm with my hand.

"I couldn't. There was a panty line." I explain to him as discreetly as I can.

"You didn't wear panties to church?"

"Shh!" I cover his mouth with my hand for a second, glancing around.

It seems people are just staring because Nikki Sixx is in their parking lot.

I don't know if some of them even realize that he's attended a service here before.

"Well, lemme see." He enthusiastically let's out as he reaches for the hem of my dress that falls right about my knees and I swat his hand away, giving him a death glare. "You're dirty." He teases and I hug my Bible to me.

"Shut up."

He's suddenly dropping his switchblade from his pocket on purpose and it hits the ground.

"Oops. Wanna bend over and pick it up?" He asks me and I hit him again, causing him to laugh once again.

He reaches down and grabs it before patting the seat behind him.

"Viv, seriously, commando aside, get on. We have a hot date for brainstorming the video ideas for 'Girls, Girls, Girls'."

I look around again before just having to mentally say "screw it" and strategically get on without flashing anyone, making sure my dress lays between me and the seat.

Nikki and I give one last glance to the folks coming out of the church, looking at us, including the pastor.

Nikki offers a mischievous smile and a wave before crossing himself and I lightly hit his thigh while saying, "babe, quit, it's not a catholic church."

"Oh. Oops." He shrugs before taking off.

One thing about Harley Davidson, if you're sensitive to sensation, you will damn near be drowning yourself by the time the ride is over.

I scowl at Nikki as I take another paper towel and wipe myself clean as he leans against the door of the bathroom, chuckling at me.

"It's not funny. My dress is wet." I scold him.

"Well, it's not my fault your pot holds that much honey." He defends himself, trying to hold back more laughter.

I stare him down."Okay, I'm sorry. I'm being insensitive to your hyperactive pussy-juice glands." He let's out in a serious tone but he smirks when I look at him, again.

"Nikki."

"Shoulda worn panties, huh? Well, wouldn't have mattered that'd just be one more thing for you to gripe about leaking in."

"Keep talking and you won't get to dip your honey wand in the pot for very, very, long time." I threaten and he stops abruptly.

"Fine." He smartly says, rolling his eyes.

Once I get cleaned up, we're stepping into the studio just in time for Vince to sarcastically say:

"'Pussy. Everywhere. All kinds of pussy'."

As if he's mocking somebody.

"Stupid fucker." He adds, he, Tommy, Doc and Mick all turning to face us.

"I need to go back to church." I tell Nikki and he smiles, shaking his head a little.

"Hey, Viv." Vince greets me, looking me up and down, exaggerating the kiss of his teeth. "You look good today."

"Means a lot coming from someone who thinks groupies are the most beautiful women in the world." I say through a fake smile.

"Any woman with a good body and right equipment is the most beautiful woman in the world to me." He agrees, grinning.

"Swine."

"Dirty stripper."

"Strippers!" Tommy suddenly pipes and I look at him.

"Tommy, please, don't encourage him."

"No, for the video. Film it in a strip club." He suggests.

"Would that get played on television?" I ask.

"Fuck MTV. I'm down." Vince agrees with Tommy.

"Mick?" Tommy nudges at the guitar player, who shrugs.

"That's the whole point of the song, isn't it?" He says.

The three of them look to Nikki for final approval and Nikki looks at me, an evil genius smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Under one condition."

The one condition being...

"Are you out of your mind?!" I say to Nikki when we get back home as he continues to try to convince me.

We had to go by and get my car from church and I thought we had settled it before we even left the studio but just as we met at our front door, he asked me about it, again.

"Viv, it's like a four minute song and you won't be but in a few clips of the video."

"I'm not playing the part of a stripper, Nikki! I'm not..." I try to think of the words to describe everything an exotic dancer has that I don't. "...I don't have it." Is the best I can use to explain it.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know but I'm not comfortable prancing around in heels and lingerie, dancing for strangers in a club and millions of more on television." I state. "I'm not doing it."

"Well you heard Sharise when Vince called and asked her. She said 'yes'."

"I'm not her, Nikki. Sharise can pull it off because she's sexy and sensual and confident enough for it."

He looks at me like I've lost my last marble.

"Vivian, are you fucking kidding me? You don't think you're sexy?!"

"No, I'm not, now drop it." I tell him, stepping to our bedroom.

Firstly, glory to God and all the saints said "amen", secondly...you can find me dancing half naked several times in Mötley Crüe's infamous "Girls, Girls, Girls" music video.

"Baby, you're perfect. What the hell are you talking about?" He follows after me and I sigh.

"Of course you think that because we're together." I state, about to get a shower and change clothes.

"Viv, seriously." He grabs at my wrist to stop me from walking away, his hand gently running across my cheek. "I am married to the most beautiful, smart, funny, loving, sexy woman on the entire planet."

"Thank you for the ass kissing, but if it's in an effort to get me to be in the video, it's still a 'no'."

"I was just reminding you of those things." He tells me, smiling. "Can you at least think about doing the video?"

"Nope." I reply, pecking his lips before stepping to the shower.

There is no way in hell I'm going to be in that video.

I don't know how the hell we went from that day to this:

My blood boils.

I can tell Nikki's smirking, despite his back being turned to me in his seat as "Wild Side" starts to fade out, sounds of the street playing in the song signaling it's ending.

I've managed to keep from saying a word, hoping the song got better at some point...except it only got worse.

Vince, Tommy, Mick and Doc all wait for me to say something.

Anything.

Nikki finally turns to face me, smirk tugging at his lips, eyes fucked on heroin, and I see nothing but the devil looking at me.

"Well?" He asks me, leaned back, hand covering his lips to attempt to mask his pride in pissing me off.

"Typically when you ask someone to repeat a prayer that's important to their faith, you don't write a song that completely picks apart and disrespects--"

"--Oh, here we go." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did you expect to write bullshit like 'our Father who ain't in Heaven' and think I would be ok--"

"--I expected you to fucking support me--" He starts but I stop him.

"--Somebody's up there or else you wouldn't be alive!" I state, talking over him.

His laugh mocks me, only causing more tension to fill up the room, and I have to keep myself from going at him.

"I'm alive because I fucking want to be." He hisses.

"That's real bold of you to say, Nikki."

"Oh, is it? Because it pisses God, or whatever else imaginary friend you cry to, off?"

"Nikki." Doc states, knowing he's just trying to piss me off at this point.

"Fuck off, Doc." He barks. "I took a meaningless chant and turned it into something useful. I'm sorry if you're too closed minded to accept that, Vivian."

I don't say a word, grabbing my purse and stepping to the door as fast as I can, not wanting to argue over something he thinks is stupid to begin with. "It really sucks you don't like, especially since you're a credited co-writer on it." He states suddenly and this stops me in my tracks.

"I'm what?" I ask through my teeth.

"A credited co-writer. Meaning when the album is put out, your name will be listed as one of the writers of the song." He explains.

I spin around to face him and he's looking at me innocently.

I'm not angry with the song. I'm angry he knew it would upset me, and instead of giving me a warning or being honest with me about it, he's instead saying everything he can to further hurt me, and he's proud of himself for it.

"I thought you'd be happy with that...you know, early anniversary present?" He's wearing a smug smile.

"Nikki. How you're going about it is disrespectful to me." I try to tell him, calmly.

"So is lying to me about who you're hanging out with."

That does it.

I get one good punch in before everyone's in an uproar, trying to separate us.

Nikki's got a fistful of my hair, and I'm hitting Doc as hard as I can, trying to get him away from Nikki so I can better access the feral bastard.

Doc gets knocked out of the way, and Nikki's other hand grabs at my throat while I kick at him roughly, causing him to let me go and stumble back a few steps before I'm swinging on him again.

Doc blocks my hit and Tommy and Vince keep Nikki away from me.

"Let the little bitch go, I wanna fucking show her something!" Nikki threats angrily

"You've showed me enough of your bullshit the last four years that divorce is something I'm looking forward to!" I shout back.

"Psycho cunt!"

"Mommy Issued Junkie!" I bite back, causing him to try to get to me again, and causing me to fight against Doc once more.

"Stop it!" Doc yells over us.

"Fuck you!" Nikki and I exclaim at the same time.

His cheek is bright red from where I hit him, and my scalp is burning from how hard he tugged at my hair.

"Guys, c'mon." Tommy tells us as they try to get us to calm down.

"This is starting to get ridiculous." Vince adds.

"Fuck off, Vince!" Nikki snaps.

"Shut the fuck up, Nikki." Vince puts in just as I say, "don't fucking talk to him like that!" in defense of Vince.

"Oh, have you been lying to me about how much time you spend with him, too?!"

"How much time are you really spending with Vanity, Nikki?! I can easily turn this back around on you!" I point out.

Nikki, Vince, and Tommy all get awfully quiet, Nikki's nostrils flaring.

I know he's spending more time with her, except he's never lied to me about it, he just doesn't necessarily tell me when they hang out. And it's because he wants me to believe he's off crack, and if they hang out, they're doing drugs together.

"Get the fuck out." He demands.

"Gladly. Don't bother coming home tonight. Just stay out, shoot up with Robbin and smoke crack with Vanity. I'm fucking done." I sneer before grabbing my things and slamming the door behind me as I leave.

But I wasn't done.

I scrub at another glass, hearing the front door being unlocked, and Nikki's steps coming inside before the door shuts and I hear him give out a heavy sigh.

I don't acknowledge him when he steps into the kitchen to grab a paper bag from the fridge, turning on his heel before heading back to the door.

He gets outside and I hear the sound of his bike firing back up.

"Damn it, Viv." I breathe out to myself, feeling guilty for what all I said to him, and a small part of me hopes he feels guilty, too.

I finish the dishes and immediately call Robbin, praying he hasn't gone out to meet Nikki, yet.

I'm ready to hang up by the third ring, until I hear:

"Hello?"

"Robbin, hey, it's Viv." I tell him.

"Hey, babe, what're you up to?"

"Are you and Nikki hanging out tonight?" I ask him and he hesitates.

"We are..."

"Where at?"

"Jeez, I don't know, Viv. Probably start at the Cathouse, end up at a strip joint or something."

"He's pissed at me, Robbin."

"Yeah, he called me from the studio when you left."

"I told him not to come home tonight."

"...And he's not." He replies.

"No, he's not, but I want him to."

"Then tell him."

"He's not gonna listen to me." I argue.

"Then don't piss him off."

"Well, tell him not to piss me off."

"Then, you tell him."

"I've tried, he doesn't listen to me."

The line is silent for a second and I blink.

"Hello?"

"This is why I'm not married. Jesus Christ."

"Robbin, you're engaged, remember?" I remind him.

"No, no, this is why I'm not married to you. Laurie's not cra--" He stops himself abruptly and I raise my brows.

"What was that?"

"Uh, oh, wow I-I think I'm breaking up on you, Viv."

I can tell he's rustling his hand over the phone, giving the effect of static.

"Robbi--"

"--I'll talk to him, love you, bye, Viv."

He hangs up and I exhale.

Karen comes into the kitchen, wearing a cocktail dress and heels, her hair and makeup done.

"I'm going on a date." She tells me. "If I'm not back by 2:00am, call the cops. I've been murdered." She sternly says.

"Got it." I nod.

"We're going out on the strip." She adds. "Which is all bars, clubs and strippers, so pray for me."

"If you see Vince, don't let him talk to you. You'll be in the back of his limo before you even realize what hit you."

"Trust me, I know, I have mace specifically for 'Vince Repellent'." She assures me, touching up her lipstick. "Alright, I'll see you later."

"Okay, have fun." I offer to her.

Once she's gone, I'm arguing with myself internally as I glance at the clock, trying to decide if I should try to reconcile with Nikki or not.

He'll be junked out and still mean, it won't do any good.

The shitty part is that I've noticed he's started to take maintenance doses through out the day, especially before we go out somewhere.

It's been easy to decipher if he's sober or not by just suggesting we go somewhere as simple as the grocery store.

When he's sober, he can't spend more than two minutes in a room full of people--five minutes, max, if I make him stay longer than what he wants to.

But when he's got smack going through him, he acts like his normal, social self.

I asked Izzy about it a couple weeks ago and he said Nikki's probably reached the point where if he doesn't have even the smallest amount of heroin in his system ever so often, withdraw symptoms and the pain of the impact the drugs have on his body, will start up.

And as for the social aspect, he said he more than likely doesn't know how to function without heroin as his anxiety buffer anymore.

That's ever more sad because Nikki use to be perfectly fine socializing without anything in his system. But now he can't even go to the Rainbow to eat with the guys, or go on a date with me, without shooting up to calm himself down and if he over does it on his dose, he's either too out of it to be social anyway, or he's a fucking prick.

Which only means one thing in my mind: Nikki's the farthest into it he can get. The next step, if he doesn't stop it, is funeral planning.

I step to our bedroom, deciding I'll just leave him alone tonight.

He and Tommy leave in a couple days, with the guys mastering and mixing their album, to New York to finish off the process there.

Maybe he'll have an epiphany while he's gone for a handful of days and come back and apologize for being a dick to me the past few days...more like "past few years."

Oh, yeah. I better have many jewels on my crown when I get to heaven for not leaving the crazy bastard by now.

How can I leave him? He needs good, solid people around him that won't sugar coat shit to save his ego and his feelings.

He needs me, and lots of God, but I've never been one to force my beliefs onto him, and I'm not going to start now.

Lately he's let off that he despises God more now than he did when we dated.

Again, I personally think there are actual demons fucking with his head, using his addiction to sneak in and start lashing out through him.

Our house even feels like it's riddled with something evil.

Dark energy, demons, bad vibes, whatever you choose to call it, it hits you like a wave when you step foot in the house.

Something sick and demented has built its nest and with Nikki's incline in his use, whatever it is has made its point clear: it's not leaving until Nikki's dead.

On my way to the bathroom, I notice his journal on his nightstand. He usually keeps them hidden from me, but I know he's written in one since before we dated because I've seen him write in one, but I've rarely just seen one laying around.

He usually keeps them put up.

A lightbulb goes off in my mind as I stare at the book that contains a multitude of sins and secrets in his handwriting.

"No. That's wrong. It's an invasion of his trust and privacy." I little voice in my mind tells me.

"He doesn't talk to you about private things as much as you think he does. Don't you wanna know what he really does when you aren't around...or how he really feels about you?" An arguing voice counters.

"He hasn't given you any reason to not trust him."

"Ha! That you know of. Read the diary and you'll probably have a multitude of reasons not to trust him."

"He loves you. He cares about you. He wants you. If he didn't, he wouldn't take your shit, and if you didn't feel the same for him, you wouldn't take his. Why do you need to dig through his confidential, personal, thoughts and feelings?"

"You two are married. If your husband has confidential anything he's keeping from you, that's a red flag."

"Give him the basic respect, Vivian. Don't read it."

"Fuck respect. He called you a 'psycho cunt' earlier. You need to get to the bottom of why he calls you awful things when he's on junk. Oh, yeah, because he thinks those awful things about you when he's sober, he just doesn't give a voice to them until he can't control himself."

"He loves you. He doesn't think those things about you. He just says them to get a reaction out of you."

"I bet he's about to spring a divorce on you."

I squeeze my eyes closed.

"Shut up!" I yell, silencing the voices, taking a heavy breath.

Deciding not to read it, I just pick the diary up and open his night table drawer, placing it soundly inside before closing it shut.

What I would have ended up reading, had I decided to let my curiosity kill me:

March 23, 1987

Van Nuys

4:47am

Fuck. Early last night Vanity called the house looking for me. I forgot Viv was at home and when I let the machine take the call, Vanity was fucked up and was spewing out everything she wanted to do to me the next time she saw me. I've never moved that fast in my fucking life to answer a phone. Viv would've had a stroke if she heard Vanity describe the kind of blowjob I'd be getting from her, but thank god Viv was by the pool.

She's starting to wonder when exactly I'm leaving my wife. I just keep telling her after the tour is over. I don't even know when I told her I was leaving Viv but she claims I promised her I was going to so now I'm even further in the shithole.

I keep waiting for Vanity to drop the bomb about mine and her's antics to Vivian. Anytime we're all hanging out, I'm bracing for impact, along with Vince and Tommy, and Vanity knows it. She uses it to her fucking advantage.

I'll say I can't spend time with her because I want to stay home or want to have a night with Viv, and Vanity will say something like, "I wonder if you'd have a home to stay in if she knew the truth" or "oh, I forgot about Viv. Should I tell her you forget about her sometimes, too?"

I want to break things off because I know it'll destroy Viv if she finds out, and I really have no business having a full-blown affair, or even seeing anyone else, but I'm nervous that Vanity will spitefully let Viv know what's been going on.

I'm fucking tired. Tired of living, tired of wanting to die, tired of junk, tired of sobriety, tired of my mistress (if you would even call her that...in my mind she's just a chick that gets the job done when I'm out of my mind and my wife isn't around).

I swear I'm two different people.

Sikki fucks Vanity, abuses Vivian and acts like a rottweiler with rabies towards other people when he's not in the mood.

I don't know who or what the fuck I am anymore. And I don't care, either.

P.S. - I've realized the reason so many of the greats OD when they're in their prime is because all the fucking girls driving them absolutely fucking crazy. It's hard to stay sober when you're fucking two of the hardest ballbusters in L.A. and their crazy infects you and starts to fester.

P.P.S. - Would it be bad if I admit I wouldn't mind "accidentally" shooting Duff in the leg? Call it junkie's intuition: I have a feeling, and I don't want it anywhere near my wife

#nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction #gateway drug

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minervahopebeyond · 4 years

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Blood Daffodils.

Chapter 21: Encounter.

“This is a bad idea.” He stated as he walked through the hallways towards the Great hall with the rest of the order. “Last year, when the Death Eaters infiltrated the school, they didn’t announce themselves to everyone. Am I the only one who thinks that maybe a less obvious approach would be wise??” He asked turning around, desperately looking for someone who agreed. Most of them ignored him, only one man spoke.

“I think this a flawed plan too.” Kingsley said with a casual tone.

“You aren’t a Gryffindor, are you?” Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

“Ravenclaw.” The man responded with ease.

“That explains it. Hey! Gryffindors: could someone explain to me why are we announcing ourselves before attacking?”

He heard Molly Weasley said something along the lines of ‘this is not the moment or the place for chatting’ and Draco could not imagine a better moment to talk them out of this plan, so yes, it was the moment and the place for chatting. It was Sirius who put an arm around him and answered.

“My my, little cousin, isn’t it obvious? It’s more dramatic this way.”

“Oh good,” He said rolling his eyes. “Let’s get Potter killed but look good in the process.” As soon as he finished the sentence, he coughed and the yellow petals fell from his mouth.

“Don’t worry, kid. He is going to be fine.” Mr. Potter said and Draco couldn’t stop the blush that appeared in his cheeks. It wasn’t necessary to make it obvious to the entire order that Draco cared for the git, was it? He didn’t know how many of them figured out that the Hanahaki was because of Harry, he didn’t want to know how many of them thought that it was pitiful or hilarious.

He was glad that he took every bloody potion to achieve to walk properly alone, that and the adrenaline of seeing Potter again was keeping him moving.

In front of the doors, waiting for them, he saw two thirds of the Golden Trio.

“Ferret!” Weasley whispered rather loudly and ran to meet him, Draco raised his wand and the redhead stopped in his place.

“I’m too bloody pissed off. The only reason why I haven’t casted a severing charm on you is because I don’t have the strength-“

“We know that you are angry, Draco. We’re just happy to see you-“ Granger started to explain and the blond boy snorted.

“Oh, you are happy now, aren’t you?” He said and coughed a few times.

It was Sirius who shut them up and gestured for them to listen.

He saw Weasley hugging his family. If Draco hadn’t been so pissed off he would have been happy for him. Maybe he was, he just wasn’t going to admit it right now.

The voice of his godfather echoed in the Great hall. Draco’s heart ached because, even if Severus had done terrible things, even if he was a bad person, he still cared for him. He loved him and missed him. Thinking that now he could find himself fighting against him made Draco fear the battle field, not because Severus could hurt him, he doubted that, but because he could hesitate in front of him, he could hesitate to stop him and that was a problem.

Then, everybody gasped and the students voices filled the silence. That had to be Harry, it just had to be. The daffodils twirled inside of him, anticipating seeing him, hearing him.

“It seems-“ Potter’s voice stated, determined. “-despite your exhaustive defensive strategies-“

“Now!” Mr. Potter commanded and Draco couldn’t help but to think that this had to be the most epic moment in the history of the school, it would be written in books, now he kind of understood what Sirius meant.

The doors opened and they walked into the Great hall, gaining everyone’s stares and surprised faces.

“-,you still have a bit of a security problem, Headmaster. I’m afraid it’s quite extensive.”

The sass. Draco had never been more in love with him in his entire life. He was just seeing the back of Harry in Gryffindor robes and still, it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. The flowers were so exited that they slammed themselves against his lungs and, again, petals fell from his mouth.

“How dare you stand where he stood?! Tell them how it happened that night! Tell them how you look at him in the eyes, a man who trusted you, and killed him.”

And Severus drew his wand against Potter but he was being pushed aside by McGonagall so fast that it was impressive. She dueled him away, yelling at him ‘Coward’ before the cheering erupted in the Great hall.

That was when Harry turned around and saw him.

“Draco...”

Every single fiber in his body responded to his name, it was like an Imperious curse was trying to take over him, it was like the Daffodils were tickling him to death, trying for him to get closer.

“A month with out a single Patronus-” He started to hiss, his lungs burning. Draco raised his wand and pointed to him, ready to cast a stinging hex on him. Something that burn, that hurt.

“I’m sorry! We came back to the house and you weren’t there-“ And Draco turned to shot a deadly look at both James and Sirius. “-we didn’t know if it was safe to send you one! We were being followed, I swear to you I meant to come back sooner, I’ve just-“

But Potter’s rant was interrupted by the disgusting Dark Lord’s message. People were screaming in pain, it was so awful that even the flowers were scared. Scared because they were asking to hand in Harry, scared that he only got to see him for a few seconds before it all went to shit.

“You have one hour...” The whispering ended and Millicent Bulstrode was already yelling.

“What are you waiting for? Someone grab him!”

And, oh what a precious and romantic moment: Ginevra stood in front of Potter, protecting him.

‘Well, we knew that she was going to wait for Potter. She is his redhead princess after all.’The toxic voice in his head whispered. It was like it tried to make the daffodils sad and heartbroken so they would end up killing Draco a month early.

The flowers started to hurt him, he ended up coughing wildly before he could control himself. He cover his mouth with his hand, trying to keep more petals from falling, trying to keep the little dignity he had.

“Ferret, no. It doesn’t mean-“ Weasley tried to explain but Draco moved away from him.

“Alright, listen up!” He yelled before casting a Sonorus to make sure that everyone heard him. Potter had his green gorgeous eyes on him and it made Draco feel braver than ever, even if he wanted to strangled him, even if Ginevra was holding his hand in front of everyone. Whatever. He moved towards the center of the hall and continued talking. “As you see: we are here to win this. You all have three choices. One: you can run off and hide in your common rooms, step aside and don’t interfere.”

“Ferret, that’s what they are supposed to do!” Weasley started but Draco ignored him.

“Two! You fight against us and help him.” He choked on the petals just at the thought of another student actually trying to take Potter to the Dark Lord. “Or three: you fight with us, for whatever reasons you may have. Now, this part goes to the Slytherins and anyone who’s family is in a dubious place with this... Choose your side wisely. Your father, your mother, your grandparents: they don’t define you. And when everything is over you will be facing your own choices, your own decisions, the ones you made under the influences of others. Ask yourselves if you want to even fight, if you have the guts to be out there and if you don’t: stay the fuck out of our way.”

He could hear Sirius voice, muttering ‘I’m so proud of him, Jamie’...Draco took a deep breath before saying the most important thing.

“If we win, your involvement in the battle will be crucial. So, again, choose your side wisely. Be cunning, be ambitious, be resourceful and choose something that it’s not going to ruin your entire lives. Most of us know what it is to be sons and daughters of someone who fought for the wrong side, we have been called names since before we could even walk-“ It was Vince who interrupted him.

“Why should we listen to a blood traitor like you?” He spat out and he saw Harry already starting to walk towards him but Draco raised his hand, gesturing him to stop.

“Because, Vince darling, when this is all over, I’m not going to have a trial but you just might.” He directed his voice to the rest of them. “Those who are with us step forward, those who are not fighting go to your common rooms at once, and those who are against us... I don’t care what you do, attempt to take Potter away and I will murder you.”

He stole a glance of Harry and saw that his face was scarlet red. The she-weasel was frowning as he looked at him, something close to surprise flashed through her eyes. Draco couldn’t guess what was so surprising about him defending Potter, she was there at the ministry on fifth year. He rolled his eyes and turned to the students.

As soon as he saw him, he felt relief, finally. Theodore was the first to come forward, bless him. He confirmed everything that Draco knew about him. It sent a shiver down his spine, seeing him again. He had spent all these months so bloody worried and here he was, safe, and leaving everything behind because he knew that it was the right thing to do, because he was brilliant, cunning and brilliant.

“Draco, it’s good to see you.” He said with a trembling voice and a smile that made his hazel eyes shine, he could see the tears appearing in them but he coudn’t be sure if they were from happiness or sadness. Draco couldn’t help but to run towards him and hug him.

“You bloody prat! I’m so happy that you are alive!”

“Not for much longer but whatever.” He said returning the hug. “Let’s kill the noseless bastard.” He sounded so fearless, he sounded so much like Theo before taking that stupid Mark.

“Couldn’t agree more, darling.” And as soon as he heard her high pitch voice he abandoned Theo’s arms to pull her into a bone crushing hug. Pansy was already crying like an idiot

And suddenly, they found themselves enveloped in another pair of arms that he recognized as Blaise’s

“I’ve missed you, Dragon.”

And Draco moved his hand to wipe his tears before pushing them all away.

“Oh I miss you all too but how about we get a move on!”

The majority of the students had already left and the ones who remained weren’t making any attempt to take Harry so the flowers relaxed a little. He turned around to look at the Golden Trio.

“Potter, what do you need?” He asked, waiting for orders.

Those green eyes just kept looking at him. Harry walked towards him, he looked nervous as hell, and to be honest, Draco didn’t think that the chosen one could get nervous once the final battle was here.

“To talk to you.” And, out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see Sirius jumping in his place and shaking Mr. Potter in excitement.

“Save any explanations you have for after all of this. I’m still furious.”

“I know and this can’t wait.”

The flowers twirled inside of him. Sirius and Mr. Potter’s words echoing in his head, but he didn’t want it to be like this, never like this. He felt someone push him forward to meet the green-eyed boy, when he looked over his shoulder Theo had a sour smile on his face. Draco frowned as he looked at Harry again.

“Save it, Potter. There is a war going on in case you haven’t-“

“I know, just let me-“

“-noticed. We should be preparing the wards, looking for the chamber-“

“For fuck’s sake, Draco-“

“-and getting those stupid fangs. Speaking of that, where is the sword? You took it-“

“I LOVE YOU” And Potter shouted it so loud that it seemed to ring in his ears. Maybe he imagined it, maybe he had started to imagine things. He blamed Sirius and James for giving him this hallucinations.

Harry took more steps forward and grabbed his hand.

“Are you cured?” He asked with hope in his voice, with desperation, and something shattered in Draco’s heart. His lungs started to burn more than ever and all the potions he took were in vain because he was coughing Daffodils again, almost a sea of yellow petals seemed to be getting out of his mouth and the suffocation started not much after that.

His body felt so cold. His eyes were filled with tears from the pain. When he looked up, he saw Her standing a few meters away from him, waving. Her transparent dress seemed to shine with the right light, her long silky black hair fell around her all the way up to her knees. Death took a step foward, Draco coughed even harder.

“KID!” He heard Mr. Potter yelled but he just kept on coughing.

‘IT’S A LIE! HE IS LYING, HE DOESN’T WANT US! SHE CAME TO TAKE US BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT US! LIES. HE LIES. IT HURTS. IT HURTS SO MUCH!’

Someone told Potter and of course he was trying to save him. Of fucking course. It wasn’t truthful, it wasn’t honest, it wasn’t real. Why couldn’t he have waited until June? Now Draco was leaving a month earlier, with no goodbyes. Alone.

“Draco” He heard Theo’s chocked voice.

He wanted to say goodbye now but he couldn’t, words weren’t coming out. He just coughed. Again and again and again. Petal after petal. Daffodil after Daffodil. When would it end? When? Because if the amount of Daffodils were proportional to his love for Potter they could be here watching Draco cough forever.

Pain.

Suffocation.

He looked up again. Weasley’s and Granger’s faces were all messed up, confusion written all over their expressions. Beside them, Death kept looking at Draco.

’Fuck, just take me already. End this suffering.’

He heard Death laugh, soft and beautifully.

“Oh, child. You are just not listening to him”. She says but only to him, nobody else seemed to hear Her.

Potter was still frozen beside him. Tears coursing down his cheeks. Maybe he felt guilty for not loving Draco back. Not like he wanted.

“Harry! Do something!!” He heard Granger yell with desperation.

He felt Potter’s smell fill his nostrils and it made everything worse, he could also feel him hugging him, so warm. Draco tried to free him self from the hug but he couldn’t, he just kept coughing as he moved restlessly in Harry’s arms.

“Listen to me, please listen-“ Potter kept whispering in his ear, his voice cracking and trembling with every word. “- I’m in love with you. Do you hear me? I’ve been in love with you since you first set a foot on the Headquarters and hid under the table when Snape got there. Remember that? I was so nervous to have you near and so mad that I didn’t understood what it was, okay? You fought beautifully at the Ministry, I won’t ever forget how you looked.” But Draco couldn’t stop coughing, not even for a second, the flowers just kept on falling from his mouth, he was forcing them out. “Maybe I’ve liked you since forever, I don’t know. I always felt drawn to you in some way or another... But I realized it last year on your birthday, I saw you dancing with Nott, wishing that you would smile at me like that and I knew. It has always meant something for me, okay? Every time I’ve kissed you it has always meant the world and I just kept trying to make you fall in love with me but it was useless because you already were, I was just too blind to see it.And Draco, It felt like falling. I fell in love with you and it felt like the grounds disappeared under me and I fell. Loving you feels just like ‘Love of my life’. Please believe me, please, please, please-“ And he took Draco’s face in his hands and started to kiss him between the coughs.

It felt like coming home. Kissing him felt like home and the flowers started to settle inside of him. The coughs became smaller and Harry used that moment to separate their mouths.

“I’m in love with you, I want a future with you, I’ll take veritaserum for you to believe me. And fuck this war, you are more important.” He said vehemently and kissed Draco again.

‘ Loving you feels just like ‘Love of my life’.

The daffodils roared in triumph, twirled inside of him, he could feel how loved they felt, for the first time ever. They kept repeating:

‘HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US, HE LOVES US-‘

And he felt it. As they kissed with so much love... It wasn’t comparable to anything he ever felt. Neither of them were holding back, not anymore.

‘It felt like falling’

He felt it in his heart, like fire that spread from it towards his lungs. Burning everything, burning everything in its path, purifying it.

It was strange because he still felt something there, and he wanted to cough so badly that he had to push Harry away and put his hands on the floor to balance himself.

“Do you still not believe me? Are you kiddin-“

But Draco raised his eyes and shook his head in the middle of the coughing fit, trying to get him to understand that he did believe him, he just needed to get something out. Confusion and pain appeared in in his face and he moved to hug Draco from behind whispering lovely things, about how he loved the smell of the Daffodils, how precious it was that Draco loved him this way, how special he felt, how beautiful Draco was and how kind he was.

Everyone was watching them, in Draco’s head everything took so much time, every single coughing fit did, but If he thought about it, Potter had just said he loved him for the first time like five minutes ago and the proceed to rant everything in lightning speed, trying to make Draco believe him.

He coughed a few more times and felt the daffodil touching his uvula, making him gag. He couldn’t force it out any more, something was still in his throat and it was attached to the fucking flower.

He opened his mouth and put his fingers inside of it, trying to reach the bloody thing, gagging again in the process.

“Ferret, what the fuck are you-“

But Weasley was cut short by Draco pulling the Daffodil out of his mouth. He could feel the stem sliding off his throat as he did, sliding off his tongue, tasting even worse than the flowers. The leaves were as long as the stem, pointy on the end, tickling him as he took them out, he wondered if that was what it tickled in his lungs more than the petals.

“Oh my god-“ Granger said as Draco pulled out the last part of the plant, the ones that they were so worried about: the roots.

And there it was, his whole disease, all the Hanahaki contained in a single flower. He took a deep breath, as deep as he could, as deep as he wished for the last two years and it was wonderful.

“Oh thank Salazar...” He whispered and laid his weight in Potter’s arms behind him before turning around and kissing him senseless. “I love you too. So fucking much.” He said between kissed, so honest. For the first time ever he could say it. He could love him without trying to hide it.

He could hear Sirius and James cheering, Pansy yelling ‘fucking finally’, he was pretty sure that Blaise and Ron were crying and Granger was clapping in excitement.

“This is all very moving but could we prepare ourselves already?” He heard Mad-eye Moody exclaim with annoyance and Draco pushed Harry apart from the kiss, and the green-eyed let out a groan.

“You would think that with me being the ‘chosen one’ I could kiss the love of my life in peace, but no.”

And for the first time in a really long time Draco didn’t feel the flowers move or tickle, not even in the least. It was marvelous as it was lonely. The only thing that reacted to Harry’s words was his heart, beating like crazy as he said ‘love of my life’.

He took a quick glance to where Death was only to find that there was no one there. She left, just like the flowers.

“They are really gone, you said that and nothing moved or tickled, they are gone for good.”

Harry helped him get up and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Good. Now we can focus on other things.” He said smiling.

“Like the battle, you mean.” He said with a half amused smile and Potter sighed in exasperation.

“Yes, like this stupid battle. Are you good to fight?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Never better. Scared, Potter?” He replied with a smirk.

“You wish.”

And everyone started to get to their places.

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x-ximenas · 4 years

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Love Means Trouble: Prologue

Prompt: Some of this playlist, I guess?

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English's not my first language.

Word Count: 1,648 words

A/N: Remember me posting this thing about coming up with this great story idea based on multiple songs? Well, I managed to find myself some downtime between finals to write this bit, I really hope you like it! I’m not sure about how good this is, I’m a little rusty, but I’m trying for you guys and myself. Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me... just communicate with me!

A/N pt.2: This is loosely based on the movie, I took a lot of literary freedom, I just let my mind wonder for a bit, but I’m trying my best to not divert from the film, cause unlike Queen, I don’t know as much so... yeah

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How do you begin telling stories?... Right! from the beginning, though I gotta say that the middle bit is far more interesting to tell. But I guess we have to do things the right way, although this whole “tale” is anything but right.

It starts with a girl and a boy, quite a straight narrative, but oh well.

Her name is Circe -yes, like the goddess that turned men into swine, poetic, right?- and oh, did she live up to her name. Like it’s told in epic stories and chants, Circe was a goddess, beautiful, smart, mischievous and manipulative; she had a tongue so sharp it could cut through your brain and make you putty in her hands, susceptible to her whispers that ultimately led to her bed or your metamorphosis; and if she doesn’t get you the way she wants to, she’ll do the impossible to get what she desires. Wicked, is one way to describe her ways.

And just like old Greece’s Circe, our Circe was magical. Her fingers could work in magnificent ways, her voice lured people in quite a siren-like way and her personality was something to talk about, she was sarcastic and a tease, but once you broke all of those additional layers you’ll find yourself facing a soft beautiful creature, worthy of love and appreciation.

When we talk physical appearance, your eyes seemed to be quickly drawn to her whenever she walked in a room and it wasn’t just for her dark hair and matching set of eyes, oh no, it had to do with the many beautiful tattoos that adorned her soft skin; a full sleeve of delicately drawn flowers lied on her right arm where you could distinctively tell apart the shape of a woman, a nymph of sorts; and hidden underneath her shirt, on the right side of her ribcage there was a hand and a rose, where said rose seemed to go through the hand, making it drip blood; if you were lucky enough to catch her in shorts you could also see the wonderfully done skull on her right leg, vines and thorns going through it and intertwining just so they could rise to her hip. To put it simply, she was a walking piece of art embroidered with smaller pieces of art.

When she walks in the vicinity you can help but wonder: “who is she?” It might come out of fascination or even judgement maybe even fright, but she’s got your attention, and she thrives off of it. She likes having people -not just men- wrapped around her finger, pulling them and pushing them as she pleases, toying with them, oh how she loves playing games where her winning is a sure thing. She took pride in the destruction she sometimes caused, she loved calling herself a hurricane of sorts, she loved the knocking on her door begging for more, she loves the power it holds to be the one pulling on the leash and not the other way around.

But how surprising it is to know that she craves for true love, no leashes involved, just… love. Admittedly it’s hard to find love in the ’80s, especially in the scene she seemed to hang around in… Rock and Roll, baby… I guess?

At the moment she found herself in the back of a random bar, a glass of vodka cooling her hands as she held it close to her, the bartender tried making conversation with her, though he soon realised it wasn’t that good of an idea, he knew her well and he could tell she wasn’t interested in human interaction tonight. She dropped a couple of crumbled bucks on the bar and left, finally making up her mind.

You see, she had found herself debating over a stupid idea. Just this morning she was surprised by one of her childhood friends; she had opened up her door, finally addressing the insistent knocking, but all she saw was a lanky tall man-child practically dropping to his knees begging her to go to his band's gig, he thought very highly of her and her opinion, hence his need to have her there. She couldn’t stop thinking if it was even worth it, she might love this man to bits but was there a need to prove it? Bands always screwed up on their first gig, rarely got attention, so she’d rather see them once they get better.

Despite her judgemental ways, she was heading to the place of the gig: The Starwood Hotel. How did Tommy manage to convince her to go? That’s something that not even god is sure of.

She ruffled up her hair as she looked in her car's window. Opening the door with a heavy sigh, she just plopped down on the sit, turning the engine on, hearing the lovely roar of her old man's Mustang. She huffed out a chuckle and drove to her destination, humming along to whatever song came up on the radio, turning it up slightly when she heard the sultry voice of Debbie Harry singing "Rapture", great fucking song, she thought.

The drive wasn't long, despite the liveliness of the LA streets at this time of night. Once she got there, she found herself a nice little place to park, making sure it was near the hotel but not quite. With yet another huff she made her way to the entrance of the hotel and headed straight away to the place where she assumed the gig was taking place. A question popped in her head: How in the hell did they manage to get a gig in a fucking hotel? Escapes my mind, clearly… Wait, wasn’t Y&T playing here tonight? What the fuck...

As soon as she found herself near the stage her eyes wandered around in search of the bar, hoping that a couple of shots and yet another vodka could make the experience of a first gig tolerable. She looked around herself, the room was kinda full, thanks to the promise of Y&T playing there that night. She could distinct well-established groups of people, that all at the moment decided that the place to be was nowhere near the stage as if it was the plague or something close to it; there were a couple of girls gathered in the other end of the room, clearly judging Circe’s choices, not just in clothes but maybe even in life, fucking groupies, she thought with a roll of her eyes; also, there was a group of burly men, that looked as if all they wanted was to cause mayhem, charming, she thought, nearly fitting.

The distant sounds of steps were the thing that broke her out of her daze, the band, she assumed. The first thing that caught her eye was the teased hair, then the leather attires and finally the heels, bold choices, all of them, but it felt… right. Just as Vince -a guy Circe met in high school- got close to the microphone to introduce the band, the room -the men, at least- erupted in screams, “fuck you” seemed to be the sentence of the night. Still, with a roll of his eyes, Vince spoke up:

“All right! We're Mötley Crüe!” looking to the crowd in front of him, that simple phrase apparently gave Tommy the queue to start their first song.

But just as Tommy was hitting one of his cymbals, it fell, making a horrible noise as it hit the ground. “Sorry, dude”, he muttered, a soft pink tinging his cheeks, dear lord, someone help my child.

“Come on boys, let’s rock this hole!” Said Vince, trying to keep himself hyped up, and as much as Circe hated to admit it, she loved seeing Vince so frustrated and embarrassed, quite the contrast from his usual cocky attitude.

They started playing an original song, not bad, she thought, it had a good rhythm, and it instinctively made her bob her head to the beat. It all was flowing naturally and quite nicely, but the room still looked as if they had issues with the band, and to prove her right, one of the burly guys spit up quite a nasty phlegm to Vince’s perfectly white leather pants.

“Shit” was all Circe managed to get out before Vince threw himself on top of him, managing to get him on a headlock and right there, she could tell that Vince was no longer in control of his actions, he was seeing red and that meant violence, consequently he decided that punching the man was the way to go.

It all happened too fast for her liking, she always liked watching fights go down, oh and this was a good one, it all looked nearly poetic at this point, with the bassist doing a great job on a couple of guys -wait, isn't that the guy from London?- , Tommy practically diving off the stage and to add the cherry on top the guitarist never stopped playing, coming up with some sick riffs; this was something out of a movie.

Once they managed to kick the asses out, three-quarters of Mötley Crüe got back on stage in a very awkward silence, which Circe decided to break with a:

“Fuck yeah! Mötley Crüe!!” Apparently, that was the right thing to say because that caused the people to get closer to the stage, clearly now more interested and excited than 10 minutes ago. In the distance she saw Tommy winking at her with a smile, pointing at her cheekily; Vince just shook his head, he could recognize that voice anywhere, and it always came with trouble; Mick huffed out a small laugh and fell back to his menacing look; and Nikki, well, his eyes lit up both in interest and mischief.

This was going to be a good night and an even better start of a story.

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sicklovesongff · 4 years

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Chapter. 1

Lizzy

-So? You’re ready for this?- that smile, that stupid smile. Sometimes if I focus on that, I can actually see why a billion girls tend to try to break into his dressing room every fucking night.

-What do you think? – I ask while he keeps smiling like an asshole.

-That’s why I love you, you know that, right? – before I could react he got closer and kissed me on the neck, I pushed him.

-Not funny Jon. Quit it!

-Sorry.

-Did you finish your packing? – I asked, he rolled his eyes.

-I did.

-Liar.

-Can you help me?

-Shit Jon, we need to leave in fifteen minutes.

-I know.

-Bitch!

We started to pack his clothes, stage clothes, normal clothes, everything. While we were doing that, he kept his eyes on me.

-What? – I asked as soon as I noticed he was trying to ask me something.

-You know he’s going to be there, right?

I knew it. He was trying to ask that question since this morning when we got the names of the bands which were attending to the festival.

-I do.

-So?

-So what?

-Are you ok with that?- of course I wasn’t, but I had to lie.

-I think I was the one who ended that sick thing we called relationship, so yeah, I’m ok with that.

-Do you still like that asshole?

-No I don’t.

-You sure?

-You more than anyone knows that I don’t. why are you asking?

-Because every time you guys meet, is always really… How can I say it?

-Abnormal? Police case ?

-Basically yeah.

-Jon I’m ok.

-You know what I think about you going on this tour, right?

-I know, but I don’t care. It’s not going to be just us and his band, a lot of other bands are going to be there and I think, by the names that I read on the companies’ letter, I think he’s going to be the least of my problems.

-I know Liz, but I still don’t think you should come, it’s not going to be just a gig, it’s going to be a fifteen months tour alongside with people we barely know.

-The people I’m kind of responsible for. Don’t worry about me Jon, I’m not going to be on my own and this is not my first time on the road.

-Are they going to send the intern to help you?

-Yeah.

-Is she hot?

-Shut up and pack your stuff!

Sebastian

-Are you sure you’re ok? – that dam fucking question again.

-Why wouldn’t I be?

-Because she’s coming with us and I don’t think you’re ready to see her yet.

He looked at Scotti, he really seem concerned.

-Don’t worry about it Scotti, I’m fine.

-I hope so besaceu we really can play a gig without a vocalist and the last time you guys got together, you ended up sleeping in jail.

-I told you I’m ok man, so I’m fucking ok!

-So you forgot her, is that it?

-Of course I didn’t man and you know that. – he finally said. – I loved that bitch like I’ve never loved anyone in my entire life, so it’s not being easy to forget, ok?

-But you need...

-I know that I need. But I feel like a part of me is missing. Every time I think about how everything ended and how it was my fault.

-It really was your fault. You were a completely asshole with that girl.

-I know I was.

-And your relationship or whatever you guys had, man I’m glad it’s over.

-It wasn’t that bad.

-It wasn’t? Sebastian, your relationship looked like a fucking war field. I don’t even know how many times I got into the hotel room you guys were sharing and things were flying all over the fucking place.

Sebastian smiled.

-She was really good at targeting.

-Yes she was. I remember a day you got up the stage with a big bandage on you forehead. Everybody was asking what happened and you were lying saying that you slipped and hit your head on the bathroom floor. That fucking thing costed you eight stiches!

-I remember this day. It was a vase. I just figured out what was happening when I found myself on the floor, a lot of blood coming out from my head and she was by my side, crying her eyes out and saying she was sorry. It was a fun relationship to say the least.

-Fun? I was Always scared you could kill her or other way around.

-I would never hurt her and you know it.

-Not physically at least, right?

Sebastian didn’t answer.

-She hurt me a lot more. And I’m not talking about bruises and stiches. I went crazy when I fell in love with her. I mean, every day with her was a bad trip on acid or something. It was like having her around was killing me and the idea of losing her was unbearable.

-And how that ended? You lost her anyway.

-Yeah, I’m an asshole. But those things are not going to happen again. I promise. I’m not going to lose control.

-I hope not.

Scotti turned over to leave the room, but before he did, Sebastian called his name.

-Scotti?

-What?

-Do you know if she’s with someone?

-Go fuck yourself man!

Tommy

There was something quite exciting in everything that was to come, just imagine, several bands that were blown up on the music scene together on a bombshell tour? His heart was racing, he had never felt so excited.

- YOU GUYS THINK ... - was everything he could say when he passed by his bandmates riding a mini motorcycle. - THAT THE OTHER BANDS ... - one more sentence ... - WILL RECEIVE US ... - and one more turn. - GOOD?

-IF YOU DON'T GO LIKE A FUCKING RETARDED UP AND DOWN ON THIS THING, MAYBE THEY DO.

He didn't want to, but he heard. The tone on Vince’s voice was indicating that his friend was angry about something. Was it the fact that Tommy was up and down on a motorcycle when he should have been more concerned with the tour of their lives? Perhaps.

-Sorry.- he said, stopping the small bike and getting out. - I will not take it with me.

Vince looked up and looked at him, Tommy looked at him steadily, his big green eyes seemed to convey a mixture of surprise, guilt and concern, Vince even if he wanted to, he couldn't be mad.

-Sorry man. - He said taking a deep breath. I just kind of panicked thinking about this tour.

-We will be among the biggest bands of the scene. - Nikki said with a smile. - but, we are one of those, right? We should not demean ourselves in front of any band, we are one of the main bands on the tour, we will not open for anyone, another bands are going to open for us, so we will raise our heads, go up on stage and rock on. We did it. We are here. We have a kid drumer, a cover band's vocalist, an old man and a fucking runaway. We did it. We are Motley fucking Crue. So man, leave Tommy and his stupid bike, you know how he loves this thing.

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The Haunted Couch

A Beetlejuice AU fanfic. Rated M.

Part 1

"Marriage is bullshit," Lydia muttered bitterly while weaving her way through all the junk that was leftover from an estate sale.

"It doesn't have to be," Bertha chimed in with optimism. Her smile fell. "Divorce is definitely bullshit."

"No," Lydia argued, "divorce is more like hippo-shit."

Bertha barked out a laugh as she checked out a crooked standing lamp. "What?"

Lydia picked up a rusty hose nozzle from the pile of odd trinkets on a table. "Ever see a hippo take a crap?" She nodded sagely. "Sprays shit everywhere. Like throwing a pile of shit at a fan on high." She waved her hands wildly and then pointed the nozzle at her best friend. "It's only aim is to soil everything in the vicinity."

"Shit." Bertha frowned with concern.

"Hippo-shit." Lydia agreed.

Lydia had become so bitter and rightly so, but she hoped this day out shopping for her new apartment would lift her spirits. Lydia should have known better. If her husband - no, ex-husband - Vincent had not ruined the best years of her life, she wouldn't be in the position she was now; divorced, broke, and living in a moldy apartment that she was pretty sure was being illegally rented out to her.

"I think you need a hobby," Bertha advised. "Oh! Maybe get back into photography!" She held up an old film camera and waved it excitedly in Lydia's direction. Her friend scowled the instant she laid eyes on it. "I know you blame him for quitting your dreams, but you used to love it! And it's never too late to start over or change careers."

Lydia turned away from the offending thing in Bertha's hands. "Change what career? I have no career. Threw my career in the toilet for that," she growled and picked up a samurai sword, "cheating, sack of human garbage!"

Bertha sighed but kept the camera on-hand. "Put the weapon down, and let's just try to find something for your place."

"I should never have signed that prenup," Lydia grumbled as she checked the sword’s sharpness. It was dull. As dull as her pathetic new life was turning out to be.

At least Lydia would leave this place with something, well, she hoped. There was so much stuff laid out everywhere, and she was surprised that the site wasn't overrun with people. The owner of all the junk had been standing on the street corner with a bullhorn, sounding like a bad infomercial. He got a lot of attention, but not the kind he wanted. Lydia thought it was funny, and she was looking to furnish her place. Most things were priced reasonably, but she couldn't afford much. What Lydia really needed was furniture. She'd been eating her meals on the floor for two weeks. The little money that her considerate husband had given her would run out soon if she didn't find a job, and she was still unwilling to take up her father's offer of financial help.

Financial help being taking up the job that Delia had offered her to be her personal assistant. Lydia would stoop to survive on locusts before she'd ever work for that woman.

After claiming the dining set and kitchen supplies, Bertha and Lydia made their way to the guy in charge.

When Lydia saw Bertha taking out her wallet, she stopped her. "I'm not letting you pay for my stuff."

"I'm not gonna," Bertha defended. "I'm buying this." She placed the camera on the table next to the cash box.

"That was the top of the line back in the day," the man behind the table said. "Took good care of it too, it's like new. Eighty bucks and you can walk outta here with a vintage that-- "

Lydia raised a suspicious eyebrow at her friend. "Am I to believe you have a sudden interest in photography?"

"It's a gift." Bertha cleared her throat. "For a friend."

"No, Bertha."

"Yes."

"No. Even at that price, it's too expensive." She turned to the man. "Yeah, she's not getting that."

"Ahem, eighty dollars is not expensive for something like this," Bertha said then turned to the man as well. "Right?"

The guy scowled. "I can let it go for sixty. It's been a slow day."

"See?" Bertha beamed at her friend. "I'll take it!"

Lydia blushed with embarrassment and turned away while Bertha chatted up the dude. She continued scanning the lawn as she eavesdropped and noticed a For Sale sign on the lawn, the picture of a realtor with the fakest smile Lydia had ever seen plastered on her face. Jane Butterfield, Lydia read as the man introduced himself. The man's name was Barry Menot, and he needed to sell everything, including the house, because of a divorce.

Lydia whirled around. "Did you cheat, or did she?

"Lydia!" Bertha's mouth hung open in shock.

"Um," Barry scratched the back of his head nervously and sent his gaze sideways, "I guess you could say she did?" He chuckled mirthlessly and started to sweat.

Lydia narrowed her eyes and looked to where his gaze had landed. All she saw was a striped vintage looking couch. The stripes were black and white with engraved wood trimming painted black. It was beautiful and very much Lydia's style. Well, her old style. Dark and strange. Goth-like. How she used to be before her prince, Vince, robbed her of that too. The sofa was way too pretty to be cheap.

Lydia asked, anyway. "How much for the sofa?"

Barry choked on air and stared at her with wide, scared eyes. "Y-you mean, the black and white futon?"

Futon? "Uh, no, that nice victorian-looking one," she pointed.

Barry did an exaggerated double-take and sputtered. "Oh!" He paled visibly. "Yeah, that one. Um, name your price!" He laughed, sounding a bit deranged.

Lydia considered him a moment longer. Obviously, there was something wrong with the couch. "Nevermind, I don't have any more room in the budget."

"Okay, then just take it!" Barry exclaimed a bit too loud. "Free."

Bertha elbowed her friend. "Gosh, mister! That's awfully nice of you--"

"Yeah, that's nice, but I'm not looking to date." Lydia turned around and made to leave, but Barry grabbed her arm. She sent him a glare of death, and he let go at once as if burned.

"Sorry! I just - I mean - no, that's no - um, look, me either. I just got divorced!" He let out another crazed laugh. "That couch ruined my marriage!"

"What? How--"

"No, no. I meant - I mean - it holds a lot of bad memories for me. I was gonna junk it if no one took it." Barry's eyes widened pleadingly.

Bertha looked between the two and decided to jump in. "Okay, we'll take it! Right, Lydia?" She elbowed her again.

"Sure," Lydia relented dubiously.

The haul was fruitful, in Lydia's opinion. She now had an oak dining room set, essential kitchenware, a simple black nightstand from IKEA, a standing lamp... and the odd but beautiful sofa. Lydia, Bertha, and her other friend, Prudence, stood next to each other and stared at the couch while Adam, Lydia's godfather, pushed it against the wall in the living room.

"You sure there's nothing wrong with it?" Lydia asked. "No rats, or termites, or anything?"

"Positive, sweetie," Adam replied as he patted the couch and then gave it a good shake. "Solid wood. Definitely an antique but well cared for. It's a great find!"

"See?" Said Bertha. "Not all men are evil, bastards."

Adam widened his eyes. "Well, I would hope not."

Lydia rolled her eyes and smirked. "Adam, you're the only good man in this world, and Barbara is lucky to have you."

"Nah," he waved away her comment. "I'm lucky to have her!"

The man was just too sweet. Lydia smiled. "Thanks for helping me out, Adam."

Her godfather gave her a hug. "Anytime. Come by for dinner tomorrow, okay? You live a lot closer now, and we've really missed you, kiddo!"

Lydia felt awful suddenly. "Yeah, yeah. Of course. I'm pretty settled already. I miss Barbara's cooking." She hadn't visited her godparents in over two years. Her husband didn't like traveling out to the sticks.

Engaged at nineteen years old. Married ten years. Ten years! And, now she'd be thirty by the time her divorce went through. Sad, sad... sad.

Lydia watched her friends, and her godfather drive off as she waved from her front door.

Why couldn't Lydia have found a man like Adam instead of a rich, mama's boy, who suddenly decided he identified as polyamorous after he was caught with his dick in Claire Brewster's preppy, bald cunt. Because he was tall, dark, and handsome, and filthy rich, Lydia chided herself internally. And I was stupid.

She sighed and entered her lonely, almost bare apartment. A little mewl called out to her from her bedroom. At least she wasn't entirely alone. Lydia opened her bedroom door, and a lanky black cat rubbed against her leg before heading to his bowl of food.

"At least we got each other, right, Percy?"

Meow.

Even though Adam was the perfect husband, he was perfect for Barbara. Make no mistake, Lydia loved her godfather, but he was just so, so, so boring. Lydia had always wanted to live a unique and adventurous life. Vince had provided that because he had the money to keep her on her toes. They traveled the world together, rubbing elbows with many of her idols. He had catered to her every whim. At first.

Money was not a big deal for Lydia. She would have been happy working at something she enjoyed doing like photography or designing clothes, heck, even work at a nice gallery. Vince had enticed her to a life of gallivanting around the globe instead. That was okay because she was in love. She was an idiot. That life lasted about five years, and then they settled down right next door to her horrible mother-in-law. They tried to have kids, but it just didn't pan out. At around the seven-year-itch, Vince's mummy dearest started pressuring Lydia into trying fertility treatments, but Lydia put her foot down. She decided that adoption would be good enough for her, but Vince's mother was disgusted with that idea. Of course, Vince took mommy's side. Things went downhill from there.

Lydia knew she should have left Vince sooner, but at the time, she just couldn't find a good enough reason to leave him. It seemed selfish to leave her husband because she was unhappy. They tried couples therapy, but nothing changed. She saw less and less of her husband as the days went by. They were both aimless and just barely tolerating each other. The final straw was the cheating. Lydia knew Vince was screwing around for years, but she couldn't prove it. Like all affairs tend to be unveiled, it happened by accident. The moron had left his iPad laying around, and Lydia saw the text messages.

The divorcee made herself a cup of tea and sat at her new dining table. "I guess ramen for dinner again, huh, Percy?"

Meow.

Lydia sipped her tea and looked out of her curtainless window. It was already dark, even though it was only six-thirty. The clouds parted, and Lydia gasped at the full moon that was revealed to her. It cast an eerie light into the room, and very suddenly, Lydia felt as if she was no longer alone.

Not like she felt happy, content, or at peace, or anything like that. No, no. She literally felt like there was someone else in the apartment - watching her.

She shuddered. Slowly, Lydia turned in her seat towards her living room, fully expecting someone to be there. There was no one, but the feeling of being watched remained. Swallowing down her tea hard, Lydia stood and wandered to the area. The light of the moon blanketed the striped sofa. For a long moment, Lydia's imagination ran wild because the ridiculous thought that the couch was leering at her entered her mind.

Quickly, Lydia flicked the switch on the wall, and the light turned on. She scoffed and shook her head at the sofa — what a weird thing to think. Couches can't leer. She laughed softly, turned off the light, and headed to her bedroom. Before she closed the door to her bathroom within, Lydia thought she heard someone snicker.

Must have been Percy.

The couch was haunted.

It was the only explanation.

Lydia was just about going bonkers at the amount of weird shit going on, and she had tried to rationalize it away with every sane, logical, and sensible explanation she could come up with.

The first week since the sofa was placed in her home, Lydia continued to feel the odd sensation of being watched whenever she was near it. It was so unsettling that Lydia avoided sitting on the damned piece of furniture even when she finally got a TV. It was ridiculous, and Lydia knew this, but even Percy was avoiding the living room entirely. Sometimes that cat would just sit on the dining room table and stare at the sofa, ears flattened, tail a bit puffy and twitching, and pupils blown wide.

Lydia had finally landed a temporary job at a Spirit Halloween store that still had Toys R Us decals and ads on the walls. She started working right away. She was getting home late because she had no car and had to bike six miles back home. Not a long ways away, but Lydia was out of shape, even though she was still a twig, and had to stop often to catch her breath and rest her screaming legs.

So, on day six of her trudging through the first week of employment, all Lydia wanted in the whole wide world was to shower, eat her burrito bowl, and vegetate in front of the TV to watch The Haunting of Hill House on her stolen Netflix account - and-just-fucking-unwind.

Lydia had entered her apartment with purpose. She was going to sit on that damned sofa and get over her paranoia. It was just a couch for Pete's sake! With narrowed eyes and steeled nerves, Lydia slammed the door behind her and looked pointedly at the ominous piece of furniture. She could swear it was staring back. The minutes ticked away during the childish Mexican standoff, but Lydia finally hung her bag and keys on the foyer rack, never taking her eyes off the sofa.

"I'm going to shower." She said out loud as if the couch were sentient. "Then I'm going to watch tv."

Only silence ensued, but the air seemed charged with provocation as if the sofa was silently daring her to make good on her promise. The energy in the room was almost suffocating, and Lydia swore she heard the couch groan. Quick as a whip, Lydia switched the light on in the living room, and the overwhelming sensation was gone in a blink as if it had never happened.

Because it didn't, she scolded herself. You're tired, and you've never lived on your own.

Lydia left the light on, regardless of her rationalizing and made straight for her bathroom. She liked her showers piping hot, never settling for a temperature less than what would inevitably leave her looking like a boiled lobster by the end of it. As the steam filled the bathroom, and the hot water hit her skin, Lydia sighed contentedly. This was the highlight of her daily existence now. The shower was a safe space, and Lydia could let her mind wander without becoming too attached to her problems. It was almost meditative, and it was the only place she would allow herself to picture a better life and believe it was possible to attain.

While her thoughts ran amok, she acknowledged her earlier realization; she'd never lived alone before. She'd lived with her parents, then shared a dorm in college, and then moved in with Vince after that. Annoyed with herself for not celebrating that she could now be her own woman and a self-sufficient adult, Lydia wondered what dating app she should try. Hadn't she sworn off men? Should she try dating women? Why couldn't she just shut the door on romantic love and focus on loving herself for once! Regardless of her depreciative musings, she couldn't help visualizing the perfect man.

He didn't have to be handsome - look at where that had gotten her. He didn't have to be rich - it would probably trigger her anyhow. He didn't even have to be that young - maybe a more experienced man would actually be able to get her off once in a while. He just needed to love her, really love her. He needed to contribute to their home. He needed to compliment her flaws and be less like her. She wanted someone with a sense of adventure, who could take charge and - oh - it'd be great if he had a sense of humor! That was more important to her than the occasional good sex requirement. Vince had been such a bore! Her ex could only rely on his money to keep Lydia entertained, and he never got her jokes. True, Lydia had a dark sense of humor, but she could make others laugh with her deadpan wit, except Vince.

The shower dipped below Lydia's standards, and she groaned with disappointment. The loud squeak of the nobs turning while she shut the water off was enough to feel like she crash-landed back to reality. The high-pitched noise was so grating, she shuddered. Before Lydia could spiral thinking about her real problems, like how she was going to pay for her student loans - good God, how am I going to pay for my student loans? The growl from her angry stomach veered her away from imagining herself pole dancing at the Beaver Barn two blocks down.

There were more important things to do than panic over bills and plummeting credit scores, like slipping into the baggiest give-up-on-life pants and an oversized hoodie. Then nuking her leftover burrito bowl and --

Lydia halted at the living room as she towel-dried her hair. She looked around, feeling something was off. Off...

The light was off.

Lydia had positively left the light on. Or did she? Exhaustion won over trepidation as she made her way to the couch. Standing before it, towel in one hand and a plate of food in the other, Lydia sighed and shook her head.

"Stupid."

She plopped down on the sofa and paused to see if it would swallow her whole and send her into another dimension. She bounced the cushion for good measure. Damn, this couch is comfy! Then she shrugged, crossed her legs, and hit the power button on the tv remote. Lydia let out a snicker as she powered up the Apple TV that she'd stolen from her previous life and excitedly hit the play button on episode two of her new favorite show.

A loud yowl nearly sent Lydia into cardiac arrest, and she snapped her gaze to the dining area. Percy was sitting at the junction between the cheap linoleum of the dining room and the living room carpet.

"Percy!" She scolded and chuckled with relief. "You scared me. Come," she patted the seat next to her, wiggled her fingers, and made kissy noises, but Percy would not budge.

HISSSS!

Lydia flinched at Percy's new noise. She'd never heard him hiss before. His tailed puffed and twitched, and he looked pretty pissed.

"Fine." As odd as that had been, she was too engrossed with what was happening on screen.

Burrito bowl thoroughly scarfed, eyelids heavy, and body slouching forward, Lydia willed herself to stay awake to finish episode four--

She passed out.

With a loud gasp, Lydia shot to sitting and looked around wildly while she panted. What happened? Where was she? Her eyes landed on the TV, the annoying "are you still watching" message on the screen. What-- oh. She was in the living room. On the sofa. She must have fallen asleep on the sofa. Why is it so hot?

Despite the chill in the air, Lydia was sweating, her heart was racing, and her panties were--

It was then she realized she'd been having the most erotic dream ever, and yet she couldn't remember anything about it. The only thing she knew was that her orgasm was incredibly intense, stronger than any other she'd ever experienced, which really wasn't saying much in her case.

Lydia laughed out loud - she had a wet dream. There was still a satisfying little ache between her legs. She squirmed a bit, stretched, and languidly made her way to her bed. Whatever the dream was about, she hoped she'd have another one before morning.

What sounded like snickering echoed in the hall before she closed her door. Maybe it's rats.

It was not rats.

The incident could have been overlooked. After all, it was not like anything out of the ordinary had happened. Lydia had fallen asleep on the couch and had a sexy dream. What's strange about that? Nothing. Except that two days later, Lydia had fallen asleep on the couch again only to experience the same thing. The only difference from the first time was that Lydia remembered one detail from her dream; black and white stripes. That made sense, didn't it? The couch was striped. She'd conked out on said couch.

But things got weirder.

The living room light kept going out, and on one odd occasion, it turned on all by itself. Obviously, her shitty apartment had electrical issues. The Haunting of Hill House would come on during the night, waking Lydia. Perhaps she left the tv on, and Percy sat on the remote. Yeah, that's it. And was that moss that had grown on one of the armrests? Odd. Maybe Lydia dragged it in when she used the shortcut through the old, foresty cemetery. She'd seen moss on the trunks, certainly. Yeah. The couch would groan at the oddest moments, like when Lydia would give into her guilty pleasure of watching old episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Or, when Lydia decided not to watch tv and head straight for bed. Or when Lydia finally made her profile on Bumble. Then there was the time the sofa pinched her ass. Or, rather, Lydia sat on something pinchy. That had to be it, but she couldn't find the culprit for the life of her.

Look, it's not like Lydia was completely oblivious. She'd watched enough horror films to know that her place was haunted, or, more specifically, the couch was possessed. She wasn't an idiot. But there's always that inner skeptic that pushes obvious signs aside or squashes any thoughts of the supernatural down into "the nope vault." Everyone does it, even the ones who want to believe - and Lydia wanted to believe once upon a time. Now she was pretty sure she had a horny poltergeist sleazing around in the upholstery of her beautiful sofa, and she wasn't sure she wanted to believe any longer. So, her brain did its damndest to ignore the strange and unusual happenings that had become a daily occurrence.

But after seven thunderously climactic occurrences on that godsend of a sofa, it could no longer be ignored. Lydia remembered more details of her dreams each time. There was wiry, white-blond hair, blue eyes, pale hands, and stripes. Lydia was sure it was the same man in the dreams, but she could only hold on to glimpses and never remember the face.

Although the orgasms were terrific and very much appreciated - truly grateful, she was - the dreams were getting downright creepy. In fact, she wasn't so sure they were dreams anymore. More like nightmares. Or worse, real.

Bah! Psh. Nah... Well... only one way to find out.

Lydia's place was mostly decorated, even if all the furniture was mismatched, so she wasn't too embarrassed to have her friends over for dinner and wine. Bertha and Prudence were a bit tentative and awkward at first, which made Lydia feel nervous. She'd been awful at keeping in touch with them after college, but when they started meeting up towards the end of her marriage, things seemed to go back to how they used to be after some alcohol and time. Hence, the wine was already served before they even knocked on the door.

Mostly they just caught each other up with happenings since the last time they saw each other. As the wine dwindled, so did the nerves, and they were back to their old selves. Lydia sighed with relief when Bertha let out some incredibly crass things to say over dinner. They nearly choked on their food as they laughed. It was turning out to be such a great night, and Lydia wondered why she hadn't done this sooner.

Right. The haunted couch.

There was only a smidge of guilt as Lydia ushered the women to the living room after dinner.

"You girls get comfy, I'll get the cheesecake!" Lydia dashed the fridge and removed the desert. Then she quickly stood at the edge of the dining room and watched her friends take their seats.

Both Prudence and Bertha sat on the sofa.

Lydia waited.

"Lyds?" Prudence called. "Everything all right?"

They were staring at her with concern. "Yep," she smiled and walked to the green armchair she had gotten at GoodWill. "I'm just really happy we've reconnected. I know I haven't really..." she trailed off and placed the cheesecake, paper plates, and plastic forks on the coffee table.

"Life happens, girl," Bertha consoled. "Pru and I weren't much better at reaching out."

"Yeah," Prudence lamented, "I'm sorry."

"Me too," Lydia nodded and pursed her lips.

"Okay!" Bertha exclaimed and rubbed her hands together. "Now that we've got that awkward business outta the way, let's dig in! I fucking love cheesecake." She served herself and took a bite before anyone else could. "Mmm!" She let out the most obscene moan.

Lydia snapped her head up with wide eyes, thinking the couch had already put the moves on Bertha.

"Have I ever told ya" Bertha said with her mouthful, "bout the time I smeared cheesecake on a guys dick--"

"Oh, God..." Prudence closed her eyes and prepared.

"-- because he tasted so nasty! It worked. If you ever run into that problem..." She lifted her plate of cake and nodded with a wink.

"Christ," Lydia breathed, but she and Pru giggled hysterically anyway.

The three continued to talk and reminisce. By the time they were on the third bottle of wine, Lydia had forgotten all about her other goal of the night.

Until...

"Fuckn'-A!" Bertha tugged on her blouse, trying to air it out. "It's so hot. It's hot, right?"

Prudence shrugged, but Lydia immediately grew suspicious.

"Maybe it's the wine," Prudence offered. "I'm feeling a bit h-warm, but it's nice," she all but slurred.

"Yeah, right. The wine," Lydia agreed. That made sense, but she narrowed her eyes at Bertha, who shifted in her seat and furrowed her brow. "You okay? I can lower the AC."

Lydia didn't wait for Bertha to respond. She got up and lowered the temperature even though the thermostat read sixty-one degrees. Lydia could feel the wine, but she wasn't sweating. Bertha was dripping sweat, and Prudence was shiny and flushed.

"Hmm," Bertha hummed and stared into her glass of wine with a quirk of her brow and a frown. "Y'all ever get horny after drinking wine?"

Prudence snorted and then giggled like a virgin.

Lydia nodded and realized her mistake in the choice of alcohol. Drinks usually left her feeling a slight sense of arousal too, and wine was most effective to induce that sensation. Damn it, Lydia thought. Now she would never know it was the sofa--

"Wow," Bertha's eyes fluttered, "I've, um, I know I bought this before..." she closed her eyes. "Never, uh, never... felt so... oh shiiiiit..."

It was then that Lydia heard a mousy, hiccup-like laugh, and when she set her eyes on Prudence, she found the ginger was scarlet, blotches of red on her face, neck, and ears. And she looked terribly embarrassed.

It was definitely the sofa.

Lydia's eyes bugged out as she switched her gaze between the women. Lydia was momentarily horrified with herself. She'd subjected her friends to molestation via a lecherous couch. They seemed happy, though, and suddenly Lydia was feeling something else.

Anger.

So, the sofa was not monogamous, huh? Just like her fucking ex-husband. How dare the couch-bastard feel up her friends! Right in front of her no less!

"Off." Lydia blurted out with a frown.

The women looked up at her and froze with guilty faces.

Bertha cleared her throat. "Um, what?" Her pitch was higher than usual.

"Off. The. Couch," Lydia pronounced.

Prudence rocketed off the sofa and adjusted her clothes, pinching her jeans at the thighs and pulling them down a bit. "You know, um, it's getting late," Prudence squeaked.

"Yeah, it is," Lydia agreed with a sneer.

"I'm too drunk to drive," Bertha whined and squirmed in her seat again.

Lydia held up her phone. "Lyft ordered. Two minutes."

"Lydiaaaa," Bertha pleaded, "can't I just stay here and sleep on the sofa?"

"NO!" Lydia shot out of her chair and snatched Bertha's glass out of her hands. "It's not the wine that's messing with you," she confessed. "It's the couch."

Her guests looked at each other and then back to their host with furrowed brows. Oh, well, now she put her foot in it. What the hell was she going to say? That the sofa was possessed by a predatory phantom Don Juan, and that she was jealous?

JEALOUS?!

"I just realized I cleaned it with some strong stuff, and we've been inhaling the fumes this whole time!" The lie came easily, half sober.

"Oh, my!" Prudence declared and stumbled away from the furniture.

Bertha looked slightly concerned but didn't budge, so Lydia continued. "My grandmother almost died mopping her floor from cleaning chemicals, Bertha! Who knows what it's doing to your brain cells?!"

"Bertha, get off the couch!" Prudence shrieked.

Finally, Bertha sighed and pushed herself up on unsteady legs. "Fine," she pouted and collected her things.

Prudence was scurrying around and opening all the windows in the apartment when the notification came that their ride was outside. Lydia ushered them out the door as quickly as possible and assured them she'd be alright, promising to turn on all the fans and air out the place. She waved at them as they rode off, a forced smile plastered on her face until the car disappeared.

Once her friends were out of sight, Lydia about-faced and stormed into her apartment, slamming the front door.

With a face that screamed murder, Lydia jutted an angry finger at the sofa and seethed.

"You motherfucker," she groused.

She ran to the couch, picked up a decorative pillow, and began whacking it with enough force to send a dust and lint cloud into the air around her.

Lydia yelled in between hits. "Dead...," WHACK, "or alive," WHACK, "you're all," WHACK, "the same!" WHACK. "I'll gut...," WHACK, "your stuffings out!"

WHACK-WHACK-WACK

Lydia's fury was volcanic. She hadn't even been that angry with Vince, and from an outsider's perspective, a woman beating the shit out of a couch because she thought it was cheating on her was outrageously ludicrous. It was that notion that made Lydia stumble backward and away from the abused furniture only to start laughing in a hysterical fit.

"Oh, I'm losing my goddamn mind!" She continued laughing and wiping away her tears. "Jesus Christ, Lydia, get a grip. It's just... a couch."

The memory of its previous owner came to her in a sudden flash. Barry had said the couch had ruined his marriage. She panted and stared at the womanizing sofa for a long moment and came to a decision.

Lydia needed to find Barry.

To Be Continued...

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I Need Fire (Part 21)

Authors Note: Alright I’m back! I feel like it’s been an age since I talked to any of you! I hope you’re all doing well and that you like this chapter. We’ve got some BIG events coming up in the next few chapters so I’m excited to hear your feedback<3

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Warnings: In this chapter none really, talk about drugs

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Chapter 21

Rayne took her keys to the office out of her purse and inserted them into the lock of Poison Ivy. It was just before 8AM so needless to say she was shocked to hear opera music coming from Stanley’s work office. Rayne dropped her bags on her desk and made her way back to where the music came from. She leaned against the door frame watching as he stood in front of a mannequin with a beautiful suede and leather suit. She gently knocked on the wooden frame, “Knock knock boss man.”

Turning toward her voice Stanley turned and gasped, “The bronzed goddess returns. Bella, you look stunning.”

“Thank you. That Italian blood in me makes it easy to tan.” Rayne chuckled holding her arms out at her side. “Why are you here so early?”

“The show is coming up, this is the last piece. I wanted to get this finished so we can have fittings with our girls. This is the most time I’ve ever had to make final adjustments leading up to a show. Granted the last shows I did I was hopped up on coke and ludes and all sorts of non-sense. But that was in my youth.”

“Is it wrong that I think it would be fun to meet that Stanley?” Rayne smiled crossing her arms over her chest, causing her engagement ring to catch in the morning sun.

“I mean you are used to rock stars and I could have put them to shame.” Stanley winked before his eyes to shot down to the sparkling ring on her slim fingers. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is Bella?”

Rayne nodded her head, “It is, Tommy proposed to me over the holiday break, and I said yes.”

“Congratulations my darling.” Stanley hugged Rayne rocking her back and forth. “You do realize what this means right?”

“What does it mean?”

“I have a wedding dress to design.” Stanley smiled wide.

“What? No! Stanley I can’t ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking me. I’m offering. And you will be the most radiant bride there ever was. I’ll make sure of that.” Stanley said with such love. He felt like a father figure to Rayne and she couldn’t quite put into words how much she valued that aspect of her and Stanley’s relationship.

“I don’t know what to say Stanley.” Rayne shrugged her shoulders. “Thank you so much. Now let’s stop being sappy, we have a busy day ahead of us.”

“You know bella, you are going to have to get used to being the center of attention. Every bride deserves all eyes on her, and so does the lead model in my show.” Stanley called Rayne on her insecurities immediately and she knew he was right. But she’d cross that bridge when the time came, right now she had work to do.

After an eventful day at work filled with fittings and meetings Rayne headed home, but there was one place she had to stop off at before she got there. Rayne walked up the stone stairs and gently knocked on the door. A very disheveled looking Vince answered the door.

"Hey Vinny." Rayne smiled going in for a hug. Reluctantly Vince hugged her back.

"What are you doing here?" Vince asked softly.

"I haven't been over since everything happened, and the holidays were so crazy I didn't want more time to go by." Rayne said still embracing him. "Is this a bad time?"

"No not at all. We just haven't had many visitors lately. Come in."

"I'm sorry, I should've come by sooner." She said somberly entering Vince and Jo’s home. She did truly feel bad that with the chaos of the holiday season that she hadn't been over to see Vince or Jo. She hoped they knew that she was not avoiding them.

"You don't have to apologize Legs." Vince patted her on the shoulder as they walked into the living room where Jo laid curled up on a plush white couch watching tv.

"Ray??" She shot up from the cushions rushing over to her best friend hugging her tightly. "Oh I missed you!"

"I'm sorry I haven't come by and I'm sorry to just drop in. But I wanted to see you guys." The three sat down in the living room. Rayne slipped her heels off and pulled her legs up underneath her. "This might be a stupid question but how are you guys doing?"

Vince looked like an absolute wreck, so if she was judging the book by its cover she would say he was doing the worst. But she also knew that Jo was good at hiding her struggles. Rayne watched as Jo placed a hand on Vince's thigh. "I think we're hanging in there right?"

"All things considered yeah we're hanging in." Vince nodded his head. "I'm glad I have you here with me babe, otherwise I don't know that I would be."

Rayne smiled at the tender moment between the couple. She usually did not see that side of Vince and Jo's relationship. "Nowhere else I'd rather be baby."

"So, you're obviously without a certain drummer." Vince said not to subtly.

"Yeah. I tried to get him to come with me. I just, I don't think he knows what to say. He thinks Vince doesn't need to be babied and that's what he thinks he'll be doing if he came to check on you. We actually got into a bit of an argument about it." Rayne shrugged her shoulders. She watched as Vince hung his head nodding slightly. "Have you heard from any of the guys?"

"Not a word. The only reason I know I still have a band is through phone calls with Doc." Vince spat out. She could feel how much that stung him. Motley Crue had always been a gang of brothers until things got tough for Vince and now that mentality seemed to be gone.

Rayne was about to respond but the phone rang stopping her from speaking. Vince stood up, "Speak of the devil, that should be Doc."

Vince left the room and Rayne turned to Jo. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Jo nodded, "it's tough. But it's tougher on Vinny than it is on me. I hurt for him because I know he's hurting."

Rayne immediately understood what Jo meant, she had been there herself many times, damn empathy!

"I think what bothers him most isn't the stuff the media says, or what MTV says, or the court ordered things he has to do. It's that no one in the band have said a word to him. He's completely alone apart from me." Jo continued.

"I'm sorry Jo. I really tried to get Tommy here but he's being stubborn." Rayne sighed.

"Do you think he's pissed about the miscarriage?" Jo questioned.

"I don't think so, I mean he's not pissed at me for it. Why would he be pissed at Vince?" Rayne ran her fingers through her curls.

Jo sighed, shaking her hair. "I don't know. At least tomorrow he goes back into the studio. Maybe that'll help mend things."

"I'm here for anything you guys ever need. You know that right Jo?" Rayne watched as her best friend silently shook her head before taking a deep breath composing herself.

"I know Ray. And I appreciate that more than you know." Jo smiled hugging her friend. "How are things with you and Tommy? You said you got into an argument? Didn't you just get back from Cabo?"

"Yeah we did. I don't wanna get into it, you've got enough going on without having to listen to my bullshit." Rayne brushed Jo's questions off.

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to hear." Jo smiled.

"Well it kinda all started the night we got there. I found some stuff in Tommy's bag…"

"Tommy I found some stuff in your bag that I want to talk to you about." Rayne pulled her legs up toward her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees.

"What's up babe?" Tommy asked sitting down on the lounge chair next to Rayne.

"Tommy last night after you fell asleep I wanted to clean myself up and wash my face. I was looking around what I thought was my bag for my skin care. I didn't want to wake you up so I didn't turn any lights on. When I got to the bathroom and turned the lights on I noticed I didn't grab stuff from my bag it was your bag." Rayne knew she was rambling but she didn't care, there was no easy way to bring up what she had to talk to him about. "Tommy it was a bottle of white powder and two bottles of nondescript pills. Now apparently I'm naive but not so naive that I don't know what that powder is."

Tommy stayed silent.

"So after beating myself up for my stupidity since then I figured I'm done beating myself up but I will talk to you about it. Do you know how much trouble you could've gotten us in if you had been caught with that shit at the airport?"

"Well we didn't get caught did we?" Tommy said a bit annoyed.

"That's not even the point Tommy. How dependent are you on this shit that you're bringing it on vacation with us? We were supposed to use this time to relax before things start ramping up again."

"I am relaxing." Tommy deflected the question.

"How can you relax when you're hopped up on coke Tommy?" Rayne was starting to get upset. "I knew you did it when you were with the band, I didn't think you had to do it when you were home with me."

"You knew that I did coke when you met me. I don't know why you're flipping out."

"Tommy I knew you did coke, but if you're bringing drugs on vacation with us that tells me it's more than recreational use. Then when I see two bottles of unlabeled pills excuse me if I don't have questions." Rayne took her sunglasses off to look at him. "Tommy why are you doing these things when you're with me? Why do you need to self medicate yourself when you're with me?"

"You told me when we first met that you weren't my mother and wouldn't ask me to change." Tommy defended himself.

Rayne sighed exasperated before replying. "Tommy I am not your mother. But I think as someone who is planning on being your wife I have the right to be concerned about what you're putting in your body. Do you know how fucking dangerous it is to do a drug like coke and I assume the pills are downers to bring you down after your high? You could kill yourself doing that Tommy do you get that?"

"I'm not going to kill myself." Tommy shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Tommy you're putting drugs into your body, you never know how you're going to react to them!" Rayne said frantically. "I don't want to get a phone call one night when you're on the road saying you're coming home in a body bag."

"That's not going to happen." Was his simple response. He was driving Rayne crazy, he wasn't listening at all.

"Look Tommy. I'm doing the one thing that has been the hardest for me to do since you've known me which is communicate. I'd appreciate it if you would at least listen to my concerns. I could've just sat on this and blown up on you."

"Oh so you're not blowing up on me now?"

"Tommy I am an Italian woman from New Jersey, I may have lived in California for years but that is something you never lose. If I was blowing up on you, it would be much worse than this." Rayne threatened only to hear Tommy mumble something under his breath. "Excuse me? Did you have something to say?"

"Well I can't win so it's pointless."

"Did I say you couldn't win? I'm having this conversation because I want to hear what you have to say." Rayne leaned toward him in her lounge chair.

"There's no point in talking about it. I can't stop so there's no point."

"What do you mean you can't stop?" Rayne asked him.

"I can't stop. I've tried and when I do I get sick." Tommy sighed pushing his dark locks off of his face. Rayne thought to the few times she had been with Tommy where he was indeed under the weather, he claimed it was a stomach bug. "I try to not do it when I'm with you but when we're together for long periods of time I can't not do it. It has nothing to do with you, it has everything to do with me."

Rayne gently placed her hand on Tommy's knee giving him a light squeeze. She knew she had to tread lightly. "Tommy you know you can get help if you want it."

"There's no point." Tommy shook his head. "The record company practically forces krell up our noses. I do not have the capability to say no."

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to. And I think you can say no… even if you never say it to me." Rayne cracked a little joke which resulted in a smile from Tommy. "Babe I'm just looking out for you, I want to spend my life with you and I think that shit will drastically decrease that time."

"Well I'll definitely go before you anyway."

"Why do you say that?" Rayne asked tilting her head slightly.

"Because I don't want to be on this planet without you by my side, so I have to go first." Tommy flashed a lopsided grin. "So where do we go from here?"

"I think I've made it clear I think you should really ease off using. But I also think I can't make you do anything you have to do it for yourself." Rayne comfortingly replied.

Tommy sat with his head hanging low before he looked up and met Rayne's eyes. "I'll get help. I don't want to be like this. I see what drugs are doing to Nikki."

"If that's truly what you want to do I'll be with you every step of the way." Rayne leaned forward kissing his cheek.

"You want to start by flushing everything I brought with me?" Tommy asked almost shyly. Rayne nodded her head and the two walked hand in hand back to their suite.

"Wow, so he's clean?" Jo asked Rayne.

"He's working on it. He can't go into a rehab because the band is just about to start recording so he's in this outpatient type thing. He's been pretty sick so home is my next stop. I made him some chicken noodle broth last night." Rayne gave a brief flash of a smile.

"You think it'll stay that way?"

"I know coming off drugs isn't easy. I don't expect him to be perfect but we agreed he wouldn't hide anything from me if he did slip up. That’s what I would have a problem with above all." Rayne shrugged. "But I think temptation is going to be all around him all the fucking time. I don't think it'll be easy."

"And we thought dating rockstars would be glamorous." Jo smiled giving Rayne a gentle shove.

"Correction, you may have thought that. I never wanted to date a rock star." Rayne laughed at how Tommy just sort of fell into her lap.

"Well it's a two way street Ray, I'm here for anything if you need me."

"Thanks babe. I appreciate that. I should probably get going and head home.” Rayne leaned forward to wrap her best friend up in a hug. She looked at the video that was playing on the TV and was shocked to see the guy she had met in the bar with Doc the night she went to see Journey. He was singing in a video and he wore lavender leather pants. Rayne wanted to say she had met him to Jo, but figured that would result in her telling the whole story and right now she wanted to go home to her man.

"Alright I'll see you later. When is your show by the way?" Jo stood up walking Rayne to the door.

"A few weeks, why?"

"Well because I want to be there to support you, silly." Jo rolled her eyes playfully. "You're looking great by the way but stop losing weight!"

"I'm not losing weight I've just been taking my classes more seriously. I'm losing fat and putting on muscle apparently. Whatever the hell that means." Rayne shook her head. "Trust me I'm still eating plenty, I had so many tacos while we were in Mexico."

"I'll see you later babe."

"Tell Vince I said bye." Rayne called out over her shoulder to Jo before hopping in her car and heading home.

Not too long after Rayne opened the front door to her home placing her keys on the ring by the front of the door. She took a deep breath and could smell some delicious cooking emanating from the kitchen. "Tommy?"

"In here babe." She heard his voice and made her way toward the kitchen. When she walked in she leaned against the island in the middle of the room. "I was hoping everything would be done by the time you get home but it's almost there."

"What are you making?" Rayne asked walking toward him giving him a light kiss on the cheek. He definitely seemed a lot better today, not too sick.

"My world famous gyros." Tommy smiled wide gesturing toward a bunch of various toppings that were lined up on the counter. “What do you know about Greek food.”

"World famous huh? How come I've never had them before?" Rayne teased looking out at all the delicious food.

"Cooking has been taking my mind off other things." Tommy spoke honestly. "And I wanted to treat my girl to a good dinner."

"First Jo tells me to plump up and now you are trying too." She winked. "But I can't wait it looks delicious."

A timer dinged and Tommy moved to the oven and pulled out some delicious looking meat. "You're going to have to show me how to put one of these together. I've never had one before."

"You've never had a gyro before? Oh baby wait to have your mind blown." Tommy smiled as he began cutting the meat.

He wasn't lying either, Rayne couldn't believe she had never eaten a gyro before it was absolutely delicious. Who would've thought the crazy rock n roll drummer was also a stellar cook.

The two of them cleaned up and ended their night curled up under the covers of their bed with the fireplace roaring in their room. Rayne traced mindless patterns across Tommy's chest. "Are you excited to get back into the studio tomorrow?"

"I'm nervous as fuck." Tommy honestly responded.

"Just take everything as it comes, don't get in your head and start beating yourself up." Rayne said softly.

"I haven't even talked to any of the guys since we got off tour." Tommy sighed.

"Well I told you to come see Vince with me but no, you didn't want to." She playfully mocked.

"I know, I'm an ass. How was Vinny?"

"He's been better Tommy." Rayne replied honestly. "So cut him some slack tomorrow okay? I think he would have really liked to see you today."

She felt Tommy nod his head and it made Rayne smile. She knew it wouldn't be easy but maybe Tommy and Vince could lean on each other. But Rayne also knew that was easier said than done. Stretching her body and letting out a yawn she let her eyes flutter closed and drifted off to sleep.

Tommy however remained awake, his arm wrapped around Rayne gently caressing her back. Since they had flushed everything in Mexico things had been fairly easy. But he knew the studio would be an entirely different animal. He was one half of the terror twins and he knew Nikki wasn't slowing down on anything anytime soon. It was fucked up, Tommy used drugs to keep him going to be able to experience life to the fullest. Nikki used to get him out of some dark fucking place, but Tommy wasn't so sure he didn't like it there.

Tommy silently vowed to himself that he would be strong and he wouldn't let Rayne down. The woman in his arms was like a saving grace and the only thing that mattered to him. And he would not do anything to screw that up… but the little devil on his shoulder kept telling him he was going to do just that.

There you have it, can you believe we’re at Chapter 21 already??? I really enjoyed bringing Vince and Jo back in and giving a peak into what they’ve been going through. The Motley guys will be back in the next chapter and so will some drama. Please let me know what you all think, your comments and feedback really fuel my writing and keep me inspired! Have a great week everyone!

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fromthadiningtable · 5 years

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Vince Neil x Reader

Regardless

Anon request: hey, here's an idea for the dirt - you and vince were a couple, but you broke up when the band started getting famous and things got difficult (maybe cheating), but you never forgot about it and ended up coming back to help him after the accident with Razzle Can be a little angst / fuffly :)

Warnings: angst, fluff

Vince was your everything. You had never met someone who treated you the way he did. He always made sure you were having a great time no matter the setting and that you were always happy. You never for a second doubted your place in his life. Things were beginning to change though.

You met Vince through a music producer who you were working for, he swore up and down that this new band was going to really be something. Of course he came in all the time saying these types of things and it usually never panned out. When Mötley Crüe arrived at the studio and you heard what they had however, you knew these guys were going places. Their look and their talent was different from anything people were doing these days. They were destined for greatness and you had to give it to my boss, he was right and he had just hit the jackpot. While you loved their music, you swore to yourself you would never get involved with these guys romantically. You’d make the mistake before and it didn’t work out in your favor. Musicians were a dangerous breed. They were creative and enticing but most had a dark side that most people wouldn’t be able to handle. After a few sessions with the band, Vince began to slowly make moves on you. Subtle at first but nonetheless everyone could see it.

“So, when are you finally going to go out with me?” He asked one day while you were mixing some things for your boss in another room.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” You smirked at him and he nearly melted.

“Look,” he moved closer to you across the floor, “I may not seem like it but I’m a good guy. I party a little too much and I make mistakes but deep down, I’m alright. Just one dinner?”

“Let me think on it, okay?” You answered sighing. And eventually you did go out on that date. It went very well, a nice restaurant and great conversation followed by a walk downtown on the strip took place. It was only a few hours but the two of you were smitten with the other and it only continued to grow from there. You followed him on the road and eventually moved in with him in a beautiful California house. You didn’t know one day it would all be gone. He started partying even more heavily and the conversations between the two of you grew scarce. He always looked tired and sunken in under the eyes. You were lonely and felt like you had lost your best friend. You knew him being on the road and touring constantly would drive some sort of a wedge but you had assumed the love you had for each other would be invincible and overcome that. That wasn’t the case though.

•••

You had found a voicemail on Vince’s machine one day. It was a woman begging him to call her back. Your head spun with all of the ideas of what this could mean. Were you being cheated on? Were you overreacting? The only solution would be to wait for him to come home and confront him about it. You had had it with keeping everything in and moving past each other like ships in the night. You knew he’d be in the studio late tonight but you would patiently wait for him to come home no matter what.

He walked in the door hours later, gave you a kiss on the head and walked straight to the kitchen. You heard a beer bottle being cracked open in the silence and you sighed to yourself.

“How was your day?” He asked and you were a little surprised he even spoke to you this soon. You must have had some sort of telling look on your face.

“I found a voicemail from someone, Vince. Sounded like a desperate woman.” You said, looking out the glass window unemotional.

“Babe let’s not-“

“No, let’s please. Because for the past few months you don’t even speak to me or acknowledge I exist. And now this?”

“I swear it’s not-“

“Oh blah blah blah, I heard everything I needed to hear. You’re pathetic honestly. You drink your worries away because you don’t want to feel and you go to other women because you think I won’t understand. I don’t deserve it.” You said, and got up and walked straight to your bedroom to collect the bag you had packed. You knew giving him the chance to explain would only anger you more and there was no excuse he could possibly have to make anything better. You just weren’t cut out for this life. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed and tears in his eyes.

“Please don’t. I’m begging you.”

You walked right past him like he was a ghost that you didn’t even notice. You waltzed right up to that door and never looked back.

•••

It had been years since you had even heard the name Mötley Crüe or Vince Neil. Throughout those years there was a great deal of heartbreak, after all you had lost the person who once meant so much to you. You hadn’t even been with anyone else it affected you so deeply. You quit your job at the music studio and went to a new company and even switched cities you had been living in to only avoid further heartache.

“Hey Y/N, did you see the news this morning?” An assistant for the studio peeked in at you working hard on mixing a new single and you sipped your first coffee of the day.

“Uh, don’t think so. Anything good?” You asked casually.

“That lead singer for Mötley Crüe? He killed some guy in a car wreck. Says it was drunk driving but he’s in the hospital now as well. How crazy is that?”

Your heart immediately sunk. Yes, you knew the lead singer pretty well and this news was not easy to swallow. You knew he would do something stupid eventually but not anything as drastic as this.

“Yeah, that’s um....pretty crazy.” You laughed uncomfortably. The whole day you were in a fog, you could barely focus on your tasks at hand and every time someone tried to talk to you, you couldn’t seem to follow the conversation or be even remotely interested. You went home, not feeling any better. Why did you feel guilty, like you were supposed to prevent any of this? Maybe if you hadn’t of left, things wouldn’t have turned out this way. You did your best to fight the urge to call him up, it was everything you could do. You barely slept, dreaming of Vince and the guilt in the pit of your stomach.

The next day you decided to make some phone calls and see if you could track him down. You didn’t want to go back to a person who had seemed to forget how important you were but after all, he was in critical need of some people to be there for him. Nikki hadn’t spoken to him in months, Mick didn’t answer but Tommy finally came through and gave you the phone number to his hospital room. You thanked him graciously and his only advice was to go easy on him. How bad had things gotten, you wondered. It took hours for you to gain courage to dial that number and hear his voice but finally you did.

“Hello?” You’d heard him say it so many times before but hearing his voice was still like a punch to the gut.

“Vince?”

“Yeah who’s this?”

“It’s uh, it’s Y/N actually.”

You could hear him shift around in what you assumed was the hospital bed. He didn’t say a word but only let out a huge exhale. You both began to talk at the same time and finally you waited and said what you had been waiting all day to say.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I left things, but I had my reasons.”

“I know, what I did was terrible but I miss you. I miss you every day of my life and I don’t know...maybe...maybe you could just come over tonight? They’re releasing me in a few hours.” He said, dying to see what your response would be. You didn’t want to get back together or rekindle anything but what could it hurt to be there for someone you cared about? So that night you went over to Vince’s, the same house the both of you had shared so many years ago. It was eerie pulling up and seeing your once home but you tried to shake all of these feelings and simply tried to be present.

You walked up to the door, shaking. It only took him a few seconds to open the door, like he’d been sitting there for hours waiting on you. You both stared at each other with no words for a moment. The years had been kind to him in looks, his hair still beautiful and bleach blonde and his body still very in shape. He had some cuts and bruises but otherwise he looked like your Vince. You stretched your arms out for a hug and he ran right into them. He immediately began sobbing like a little child. You walked in and sat down on the foyer step, holding him in your arms as he cried. It stayed like that for almost ten minutes until you broke the silence.

“I’m so sorry, about this and about everything.” You wiped a stray tear from your eye. Seeing him this torn up was something you thought you’d never have to face. He nodded and stayed silent, not really knowing what to say.

“How can anyone forgive me? You, Razzle’s family, my boys...anyone. How could they?” He looked at you, more tears forming in his eyes.

“Give it time.” You pulled him back in once more. He rested his head on your lap as you stroked his hair and rubbed his shoulder. You didn’t really know what to say either but you were so glad you came. You could tell just having you here was a good thing and was met with much gratitude.

“Do you think things could ever be the same between us?” He asked.

You really didn’t know how to answer that one. It really wouldn’t ever be but for the situation’s sake you gave a vague answer of ‘I don’t know’.

“But I’ll tell you one thing, I’m here now and I’ll stay until you don’t need me anymore.”

He squeezed your leg for reassurance that he understood what you meant. You continued stroking his hair and whispering encouragements until he finally was tired enough to head to bed. You decided it would be best if you stayed in another bedroom but did make sure he was asleep and safe in his own. You sat on the edge of the bed (that was also once yours together) and held his hand in yours. You thought for sure he was asleep when you whispered an, ‘I love you’ in his ear before getting up to get ready for bed yourself.

“I love you too.” He said weakly as you were in the doorway. You smiled to yourself. Maybe things wouldn’t be the same, but they were going to be okay and you were content with that.

(I know this is a lil sad but I liked the concept, and i hope you guys enjoy it too!!)

#personal #writings #mötley crüe #the dirt #the dirt imagines #the dirt fics #vince neil x reader #vince neil

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ripperroo1992 · 4 years

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Vincent's Christmas Adventure (Edited by Myke Y.U.N.G)

This story starts in the North Pole location, where a young man in a green Santa suit, is making last preparations before the big task.

Vince is watching the world monitor while singing, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart , the very next day.....YOU THREW IT AWAY LIKE WRAPPING PAPER!!!"

****: Well you're in a jolly mood.

Vince *exhaled* Really with the sarcasm Maria?

Maria: Is it that Jasmine girl you liked?

Vince: NOT ANYMORE!!! Now...I have to focus on the task in front of me.

Maria: Alright, Vinnie.

Vince: I told you many times...Don't call me that...I only accept it if it's from a loved one.

Maria: I love you, Vinnie.

Vince:.....(I can sense the words are halfhearted).

Maria: What's up with the green Santa attire? You really stand out.

Vince: Well, red is not my style, so I'm just doing what makes me comfortable.

Maria: Aaaaany way, are you sure you're ready for this?

Vince: Yeah! It's my turn to be Santa this year...Even though many lost faith in us, I won't lose hope. You already had your turn, It's My Turn To SHINE!!!, Vince said with full enthusiasm.

Maria: Just in case, I'll assist you just to make sure.

Vince: Pfft. Whatever and quit treating me like a kid, I'm 22 years old!!!

Maria: “In a kid’s body”, Maria mumbled.

Vince: “What was that!!”. Vince’s anger started to boil.

****: Vince, I need you to focus. You two play a main role in this mission.

Vince: Right, you got it, Captain Thomas!!! (Wait... did Maria already told the Elf Captain?...Well, whatever).

Vince and Maria were gearing up for the run while Captain Thomas ordered the reindeer crew to equip the reindeers’ magical shoes. The gifts were loaded up and ready to go.

Maria is still concerned and asked, "Vince do you have everything?"

Vince was filled with excitement driving the sleigh for the first time.

Vince: "Maria, I doubled and tripled check what I need. Whoa...it's more high-tech than it seems."

Two identical twin elves guided and opened the gates for launch.

Twin 1: Gates opened.

Twin 2: You're good to go guys.

“Thanks, Ben”, said Vince.

“Thank you, Len,” said Maria.

Ben & Len: Travel back safely and keep us on contact.

With a smile on his face, Vince looks forward. "LET'S RIDE!!!" he said as the sled launches out of the station and up in the air.

Vince: Onwards: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen...And Rudolph!!!

All of the reindeers looked at Vince like an idiot.

“Alright,....alright, I deserve the glares, guys...It's an old timer”, said Vince.

Maria: Alright, so far, so good. Do you know your routes?

Vince: Yep....I studied all year round for the routes all in correct order. We're taking over the North American region while all the other Santas take over the other regions (just imagine Asia always teaming up with Europe, clashing with their routes).

Maria: We have to tackle Eastern parts of the contest first to beat the sunrise.

Vince: On It!!!

***: Hey!! Well if it isn't Vinnie.

Vince: Hey, Bence.

Bence: Oh? I see that the lovely Maria is at your assistance.

Maria: (This guy won't leave me alone during the conference each month)...OH H-Hey Bence.

Bence: You look stunning as always Maria, we should go on a date sometime, I'll show you around Europe.

Maria: Uhhhh.....

Vince: (That's my cue!!) Hey, nice European badge you got there Bence.

Bence: Why thank you, that aside, why are you standing in my way with Maria?

Vince: Where are you getting at Bence? ( Don't say it, Don't say it!!).

Bence: Do you two have a relationship more than friendship?

Vince: No.

Maria: WHAT?!! NO!!!!

Vince & Bence: .....Hmmm

As the two and the reindeers stared at Maria with judgement.

Ben & Len: Are you sure about that?

Maria: Where you guys listening in on the monitor?!!

Captain Thomas: I Got Popcor-

Maria frantically muted and closed visual from the monitors

“So there is some sparks flying for ya,” boy said Vince with a smug smile.

“Shut up you!!!”,” Maria said as she punched Vince’s face out of embarrassment.

Vince: Love Fist?

Maria: You Jerk!! She keeps up with the assault.

Bence: If that's the case... I challenge you to a race. If I win, stop getting in my way between Maria and myself.

Vince: Oh?

Maria: Vince, we have to maintain schedule!!

Vince: I have no doubt that this sleigh and the reindeers will crush you...Right guys!!!

The reindeers nodded in acknowledgment.

Maria: aaaaand I lost them.

Bence: A race to the border!!!

Vince: You're on!!! Now we will see who's the true conqueror!!! Binnie.

Bence looked at Vince angered and unamused as he dashed forward catching up with Vince's sleigh.

The race was fast and the reindeers were not given an inch or let up. Both drivers knew that the race fell down to their skills.

Bence made a sharp turn within the clouds trying to throw Vince off, but lost control and collided with Vince, knocking him off the sleigh falling.

Maria: NO!!! BENCE, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND.

Bence: I'M SORRY, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR!!!

As Vince is falling down, his communicator was going off.. it was Maria.

“Vince...VINCE!! THE REINDEERS AND I CAN MAKE IT TO YOU!!! I'M ON MY WAY!!!”, said Maria as her voice expressed concern and panic through the communicator.

“It's fine, I was planning this when we reached the central point of NA, looks like it happened early.

I'm gonna use my magic snowboard. I'm gonna turn on my GPS, so you know my location. Once I inform you I'm at the point, teleport me the gifts, said Vince.

Maria calmed herself....”That guy always have a plan to fit his style”, Maria mumbled.

“You know it, I'm a man with the plan baby!!!”, said Vince.

“Just be safe you idiot!!”, said Maria who was flustered by Vince‘s good hearing.

Vince headed down for a landing. Once he landed, he looked on his smartpad to see his location.

Hmmm. NC....North Carolina huh. Well, let's get started then.

Vince used the communicator to inform Maria...”Yo Maria can you see me?”

“Yeah, I can see you but.....AT NORTH CAROLINA?!!”, said Maria.

“Well at least, I'm still on the east coast, send me the North Carolina stuff on to the teleporter. You have to take over Canada”, said Vince.

“I made a waypoint on the map, can you make it there?”, said Maria.

“North Dakota huh.....Got It!!! I can make it....see you till then. It looks like we will have more time before the night sky is burning”, said Vince.

“Well we should take advantage of this opportunity...See you in ND, Daredevil”, said Maria as she signed out.

“Daredevil huh?....I should add that in my list of nicknames”, said Vince as he moved forward, teleporting to each house, building, and complex, stealthily and quietly. There were a few alarms with pets, but all of them were silent with Vince giving them treats.

Vince teleported and dashed like the wind, he had a few refreshments with a paper plate of cookies and paper cups of milk.....he avoided the warm milk as if it's a trap to make him sleep.

“Vince.....Vince!! Updating on your progress, come in”, said Maria on his communicator.

“Vincent here, feeling alive, Maria and I’m setting records, breaking record time!!!Eastern and Mideast are complete!!! We still have a lot of time!!”,said Vince filled with excitement.

“That's great!! I'm headed to the waypoint, we'll regroup there”, said Maria

“HaHa!! The sun can't beat this unstoppable team. Right, reindeers?”, said Vince and the reindeers started making noise through the communicator.

“Thank you, Thank you, Tha-- What's that?”, said Vince.

“What's what?”, said Maria.

“IT'S A PLANE COMMING THIS WAY!!!!”, yelled Vince.

“MOVE!!!!!”, yelled Maria.

Vince desperately moved out of the way, but his magic snowboard and lower torso collided with the plane.

“Hey did you hear something?”, said the co-pilot.

“I think so...maybe? Like a thud?”, said the main pilot.

“Yeah”, said the co-pilot.

“It's probably a stupid bird flying at the wrong place at the wrong time”, said the flight attendant.

Oh. Both pilots agreed and continued their course.

“Whoaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, Vince yelled falling from the sky.

“VINCE!!!! VINCENT!!!!!!!! ANSWER MEE!!!!”, Maria yelled.

****: Alone on Christmas Eve, I wouldn't mind if I spent it with Max.

*Cellphone ringing* Hello this is Erica.

Oh hey dad...Yep almost done setting up everything at the bakery for tomorrow. I'll be closing soon....Yep. see you soon Dad. Erica ended the call and with a sigh.

Soon Erica heard a loud thud coming from the roof, as she raced to the window and saw a figure landing in a pile of snow.

So, she stepped outside, aiding the person who fell from the shop’s roof, but Erica soon heard a voice coming from the young man’s wrist.

“VINCENT!!!! VINCENT!!!!! I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU ANSWERED ME!!! YOUR GPS IS STILL ACTIVE, I'LL JUST HAVE TO MOVE TO YOUR DIRECTION!!!”, Maria yelled through the communicator.

“Ugh....What? Where am I? Why I'm in a building?”, said Vince.

“Vince here...But I don't know where I am...NGH!!! I broke my ribs on the left side and my legs are banged up”, said Vince.

“That's it, forget it!!! I'm coming to get you”, said Maria.

“NO!!! GUH!!! Maria... Continue the route to North Dakota....I'll meet you there”, said Vince as he ended the call looking around dazed and confused.

“Just who are you really”, said Erica

“I'm the mail man”, said Vince.

“At this hour....I'm not buying it”, said Erica

“Fine...I'm Santa Claus”, said Vince.

The room is so quiet that you can hear icicles crashing into the snow and floors.

“Look, see,... here's my license”, said Vince.

“Well....That's unexpected”, said Erica.

“Oh you're Erica, right?”, said Vince

“Yes. How did you know?”, said Erica

“I'm Santa Claus that's why....”, said Vince as he hides his wrist accessories.

“Soo...you here to punish me in person”, said Erica.

“Uhh...What?”, said Vince.

“Yeah are you going to strike me down or something”, said Erica

“Look I don't know if you heard me...I'm Santa.. Not a God. Only thing I can do is throw coal at your face, will that help?”, said Vince with his sarcastic words.

“Oh...I see it's that Max guy huh. Look, just be honest with your feelings with him”, said Vince

“It's not that simple, Vince”, said Erica

“Hmmm. I guess so-...How do you know my real name?”, said Vince, who's confused.

Erica trapped her wrist with a sly smile.

“Wha-....(MARIA!!!!!), said Vince

*Sneezes* “was that a cold?", said Maria.

“NGH!! Well I feel crappy, but there's still time”, said Vince.

“Are you able to continue like this”, Erica said in concern.

“No”, said Vince as he snagged cookies and drink milk while taking painkillers.

“Look, Erica. This is a one in a lifetime deal...I need you to help me along the way....Let's see....Yep, GPS says I'm in South Dakota.”, said Vince as he looks a little off.

“I'll help you....but are you sure about this, you look weird”, said Erica.

“Yep. I still have control of my body....Letz Do Diz!!!”, said Vince, walking with a slouch.

“Oh...Boy”, said Erica.

Vince and Erica made haste as they dashed and teleported to make it in time in the South Dakota race to the North. Along the way, Erica had a good time and Vince enjoyed her assistance and company while he was slowly getting drowsy and high.

But little that she know, Vince got one more gift before he goes.

“Wait... this is Max's house”, said Erica

“....I know”, said Vince as the two landed.

“Alright, It's showtime, take a deep breath”, said Vince as he handed the gift to Erica and Chinese Knock-Knock. Vince dove behind the bushes in front of the door and window, listening in...giving Erica a wink and a thumbs up.

The locks are shifting and Erica is nervous. Vince threw a small snow ball giving her the signal to relax.

“Hello,...Oh, Erica how's it going, what are you doing around the streets this time?”, said Max.

“Uhhh....Uhhh...Uh”, said Erica startled.

Vince threw another small snowball.

“I'M FINE...Just....Fine,” said Erica as some of the snow from the snowball falls down her neck.

“Ummm. was that a snowball?”, said Max as he's confused, about to look at the bushes.

“Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking.

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vince is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max.

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max.

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest.

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment.

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking.

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vis is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max.

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max.

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest.

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

(Does this means that I got a chance?) said Erica mentally as she's waiting for Max's answer.

“But...I'm already dating someone before the winter break...I'm sorry”, said Max.

Erica’s head hangs down as she tries to pick her head up but, as she looks up, she sees the sadness in Max's body language...But she knows that she can't cry here... so she has to be strong.

Erica lifted her head and looked at Max with tears welling up and said,“ Well, it's your loss and my bad timing...Thank you for the gift”, said Erica as she smiles and turned away.

“Do you want me to walk you home”, said Max.

“No.....It's only down the block....See you at school Max...”,said Erica as she walked away.

As Erica was walking....Erica clinches her gift from Max as she gritted her teeth, holding back her tears...but she couldn't hold it any longer....so her emotion flowed into sadness.

Erica felt so sad that she couldn't feel her feet or the sound of snow as she walked...or...is she walking.

“....Hey...No pouts and crying, I don't like that, it's not cool”, said Vince.

“I-I thought you left to North Dakota”, Erica said in confusion.

As she realized that Vince is carrying her on his magic snowboard.

“I'm not so big on bailing on someone in their time of need....BUT MAN THE LOOK OF DEVASTATION AND DESPAIR ON YOUR FACE!!!”, said Vince, picking on Erica.

“SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!!”, said Erica as she jabbed Vince's chest.

“OOF!!!!! UGH!! Ok!!, Ok, .....You did well and you hanged tough....waaaaay better than I could”, said Vince, praising Erica's efforts.

“Than-”, said Erica, but Vince interrupts.

“This the last stop”, said Vince.

“This is my home...”,said Erica.

“....Yeah”, said Vince with a slow exhale.

“It's been fun and I enjoyed every moment”, said Erica.

“I feel the same way”, said Vince as he looks at Erica with a smile with eyes showing sadness.

“Hey now...No sadness”, saying Erica, plucking Vince's forehead.

“Right, right...I have two gifts for you”, said Vince as the gift magically appears from his bag saying South Dakota and handed it to Erica.

“Wow...That never gets old”, Erica said with a small chuckle.

“What's the second Gif-”, said Erica, but once again was interrupted by Vince as he kissed her forehead.

“M-Magic? I...My Eyes are getting heavy”, said Erica as her eyes are falling to sleep.

“What you did for yourself...and for me is outstanding and I won't forget that....but don't worry....There's gonna be one lucky guy to have someone like you by their side...but for now sleep....Sleep your worries away...peacefully,“ said Vince as he teleported in Erica's room laying her to rest.

“V...Vin....cent...”, Erica said as she reached out, but soon is fast asleep.

“Alright....I have to meet up with Maria”, said Vince as he dashes in full speed north to North Dakota.

“Hey!!! Maria!!! I arrived in North Dakota, are you in the waypoint? Over”, said Vince, talking to the communicator.

“It's about time!!! I covered ground in North Dakota, just focus on meeting up at the waypoint, we'll still have time to make a historic record time”, said Maria

“On it, heading to the waypoint in full speed!!!”, said Vince

“Be Careful!!!!”, says Maria.

Vince is going full speed on his magic snowboard, dodging buildings and objects, but his injuries are taking it's toll.

“Ugh...NNNNGH!! The Pain!!!.....I gotta keep....Going!!!”, said Vince as he pushes forward.

“Huh...The sky...I see red light and magic tracks....IT'S THEM!!!”, said Vince as he rushed towards the red light.

“Vince....I'm here, where are you?”, said Maria as the reindeers are also showing worry and concern.

“Rudolph!!!!”, Vince shouted with glee.

“Vincent!!!! You've Made It!!!”, said Maria as the reindeers were showing their excitement.

“Man, do I missed you guys as well. I have to thank you Rudolph, your nose is a beacon, bro”, said Vince. as he entered the sleigh.

“You Daredevil, what took you so long?”, said Maria.

“One amazing detour Maria...Amazing Detour..and a potential future Claus. By the way....can you continue driving along the way, I need to rest till we reach the west coast," said Vince as he fainted.

“Potential what?...Ugh. That's fine...You can rest up for now”, said Maria.

The team completed the west coast and returned to the North Pole in record breaking time.

Thus, the annual Santa Ball has begun.

“Hey Vince...No hard feelings or grudges right? It's an accident”, said Benson as he apologizes for the race.

“Oh...No worries man. Here you go though”, said Vince as he handed him a paper.

“What's this?”, said Benson.

“My hospital bill”, said Vince.

“I guess you do hold a grudge”, said Benson

“Hey Vincent, care to dance with me”, said Maria with a beautiful red, Mrs. Claus ball gown.

“Uhh... Su-Sure", said a startled Vince.

Vince and Maria were dancing until the two were under the mistletoe above the entrance of a green bush gate with illuminated lights shined a pathway through the tunnel.

“Well?”, said Maria

Vince looked up and realized what they're both under and said, "Is this a confession".

With a blush on Maria's face, she looks away from Vince until she finally regained eye contact with him....Without a word, she tapped her lips with her index finger.

“You're a very clever girl, Maria”, said Vince as both kissed under the mistletoe.

The sun rises, shining light on Erica's window as she wakes up from her slumber.

“That was a very eventful day, yesterday”, said Erica as she stretches and realized the two gifts from yesterday.

She grabbed the gift that Vince gave her and begin to unwrap it...."A green Santa hat....But why?", said Erica. As she wears the hat, she felt something on top of her head.

"It's a note", said Erica as she begins to read.

"Good Morning Erica, I'm sorry that my first gifts didn't go quite as it planned, but I really appreciate your help with my task and also taking care of me. As your reward I'll give you my hat", Erica paused reading.

"Does that mean....THIS IS A MAGIC HAT!!?", said Erica as she snapped her fingers....."HUH?", said Erica. Nothing happened.

Erica returned to the note and continued where she left off.

"Sorry, but the hat doesn't hold any magic" (Aww, said Erica, disappointed). "It's a reminder of yesterday, use it as proof that Santa is still alive and kicking. We exist in everyone hearts especially for those who believe.

Everyone has the chance to become Santa. With a strong heart and spirit, that person can become a strong candidate and I believe that you have the potential to fit that role Erica. Who knows, maybe you can return my hat to me someday. I have a feeling yesterday is not the last time we'll see each other again.

Later....For now,

- Vincent"

".....Vincent", said Erica as she clutched the note and hold it close to her chest.

There was a knock on Erica's door. "Erica, come down, I've made breakfast and everyone is ready to unwrap their gifts", said the voice behind the door.

"I'm coming mom!!", said Erica as she opened her room door.

( I feel the same way. It’s not the last time we'll see each other. Just you wait, Vincent I'll return this hat to you) mentally, said by Erica.

"Whoa, a green, Santa hat...I like the design. Where did you find it?", said Erica's mom.

Erica smiled and said to her mom, "It's from a friend. I promise to return it to him someday".

The End

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guns-n-fucking-roses · 5 years

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Misc endless AUs. I have created an abomination

@colson-sixx @javiersdick @sweet-mother-love

This isn’t even all I just got bored of typing them out.

Weird sleezy 80s AU Nikki/Axl

“Don’t mind Axl, he’s really just here to make sure I make it back to the hell house.”

Nikki does the opposite and spends most of the night trying to flirt with Axl. Nikki decides either Axl is pretending to not notice it, or Axl is really really oblivious.

If slash wasn’t there he’d just be blunt and ask for a blow job. Because there’s no way Axl is straight ( probably bisexual ) because leather pants and a leather vest just scream assertive bottom.

Axl nurses one rum & coke the whole time “watching slash get drunk is hilarious, that’s really why I’m here. He’s woken up in an alley before and still made it to the hell house in one piece” so Nikki drinks a ⅓ of the booze he normally would, because he’d like to remember the pretty ginger.

Nikki agrees, Slash had wrapped his arms around Axl, more than once, and demanded they get a snake like a child demands candy. “No slash, we can’t afford that.” “Izzy would get a snake” “he’d call you crazy and walk away”

Later Slash had come back to the booth drenched, apparently he’d hit on a girl who didn’t take it well. Axl didn’t hold back his smile as slash complained about the chick, Nikki decided at that point that Axl had a great smile.

Slash ends up getting so shit faced to the point where he can’t stand by himself and Axl has to help him home. Axl turns down Nikki’s offer of paying for a cab for them “come on Axl, I’m a rockstar money ain’t a thing.” But accepts Nikki’s help in carrying slash home though.

So they put slashes arms over their shoulders and practically walk him to the hell house. Nikki laughs and remarks that Motley Crue might as well be pros at this. ‘Oh yeah?’ ‘Yeah, once Mick and Vince had to get me back to the hotel like this. But they were both absolutely out of their minds. I’m pretty sure at least one of them had just done four lines of coke. Getting back to the hotel in once piece was a miracle.’

as it turns out is a ten minute walk back to the hell house, and Nikki wishes it had been longer. If it had been longer he totally could’ve gotten with Axl.

They say goodbye at the door and Nikki feels like a stupid kid in middle school saying an awkward goodbye to a crush. Vince probably had a point when Vince talks about his attachment issues.

Nikki ends up going back to the bar and drinking till the bartender cuts him off, and if he brings a pretty ginger lady home that doesn’t mean anything.

The fact that all the people he has sex for months later are pretty gingers doesn’t mean a thing. No matter how much people tell him that yeah it means he’s got a problem.

Vague AU: Axl Rose/DJ Ashba

Ashba had seen his fair share of fucked up people, musicians high on their own egos, women who only found self worth in shallow adventures having been led astray in their youth, men who never have bonds with their kids, those kids hurting themselves with rebellion, and that’s just the standouts. Ashba counted himself among the fucked up people, there’s no doubt he’s stuffed his feelings with drugs. All people with flaws that outweighed their strengths. Most would count the ever elusive Axl Rose, forever followed by drama and anger outburst, as the best example of that. The man who held the rock scene in the palm of his hand had blown it all. But Ashba knows that if they had ever had the chance to properly get to know Axl, they would understand he’s well worth the chaos. Axl makes his life better. Axl would go to the end of the world for those he cares about. Ashba feels blessed to be one of those. Ashba first met Axl through Nikki Sixx, who was ‘friends’ with Slash and Izzy Stradlin. He was the closest to a sober person at the party, and awkwardly agreed to get Crüe safely to their homes. Years later the two of them fondly looked back on the whole bizzare night. But at the time Axl was very uncomfortable over at it the time, the only part Ashba clearly remembers is waking up curled around him. The world outside would never understand, and he quite enjoys that.Life is easier with Axl.

Patience Modern supernatural AU: Axl, the local eccentric kitsune, and his best friend Izzy, a Romani known for dealing exoctic herbs, on their quest to form a kick ass band.

Pairings: Axl Rose/Slash(one sided), Axl Rose/Nikki Sixx “a star is born” type of plot

Chapter one: introduce gnr. All crashing in one apartment together

Izzy = gypsy Vampire that knows how to get what you need, Axl’s longest friend & best friend. Slash= young warlock, spells intermediate spells often backfire. Makes potions with Izzy.

Duff= werewolf shifter, way way too much stamina. Very hands on. Cuddles with all of them.

Steven= only one with a normal name. Can't sit still. Has a heart of GOLD. Also a werewolf, just wants axl to play with him.

Axl= kitsune! Is a purebred so he does have both the human with ears & tail form and the completely fox form. Cunning & sly, emotion issues.

Chapter two:

Intro Motley Crue band meets up at nikki/Tommy/Vince ‘s place. Nikki has connections with slash because they met at a bar.

Nikki Sixx: Vampire. Prefers live blood. Snarky but overall friendly

Tommy Lee: vampire. almost always with nikki, constantly pushing the limits in order to have fun

Vince Neil: Werewolf, sex focused, vain but fiercely defensive of Crüe

Wild Side

Modern Supernatural AU:

As Motley Crue faces drug issues endangering their band, Guns n’ Roses is just now getting off the ground.

However Nikki and Vince are only focused on getting into Axl Rose’s pants.

Buurn’s Vampire Special!

Sex, Drugs, Rock N’ Roll

Exclusive interview with Motley Crue’s Terror Twins Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. The boys talk the tour lifestyle.

Slash laughs as he tosses the magazine at Izzy, “This could be you one day. All over magazines covers reading ‘Exclusive Interview with Guns n’ Roses’ Secretive Vampire Izzy Stradlin’’. Izzy hums dismissively, but he flips through the magazine anyways.

Dave mustaine/ Axl Rose Trans AU

Axl is trans ( female to male ), Dave finds out and at first holds it over Axl’s head in order for favors but eventually develops feelings for him and apologizes. Axl - unfortunately - has feelings for Dave through the whole thing and is stuck in a horrible situation.

Tommy lee/ Mick Mars College teacher / Student AU

Tommy takes a history class for common core and has a super grouchy teacher that he finds terribly attractive. Cue him doing his best to be super sexy to catch Mick’s attention. He starts wearing cut off tank tops and leather pants and giving mick his best bedroom eyes. It’s not until he sees Mick in a guitar store absolutely killing it that he really gets a chance to get close to Mick.

Axl Rose/Bucket Head

Bucket head accidentally falls head over heels for Axl, and finds himself trying to fill the void left by the constant changes to the band’s line up.

Nikki Sixx/Axl Rose/Vince Neil Modern Semi Band College AU: featuring trans Axl ( female to male )

Axl Transfers to LA from Indiana and meets a wide cast of crazy people. And gets targeted by the intense duo of Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil all while trying to hide that he’s trans. ( prepare for a massive dump)

It’ll open on Axl’s first day at university in California, meets his roommate Slash who spooks him with Slash’s snake.

“So,” Axl pauses, “why do they call you slash.”

Slash scoffs and fires back, “what kind of name is Axl?”

“Fair enough.” Axl audibly gulps, defending his name is always horrible, it makes him wish he picked a different name but he likes it too much to change it. The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife, until slash laughs and smiles.

“I’m just playing around man, I’ll tell you one day. “

Axl goes about his day constantly being surprised by how different things are in California compared to tiny Indiana. The plot really picks up in his music theory class where he meets Duff they get deemed partners for all future projects - who can’t read sheet music - so Axl desperate for friends offers to teach him.

In his song writing class (or maybe something vocal based, it’s not firm yet) he meets two people, Vince Neil and Tracii Gunn ( yes I’ve decided to use him ). Tracii saves him from an awkward encounter with Vince.

“Oh we got a country boy? Let me show you the wild side, it’s guaranteed to blow your mind.” He’s so attractive it almost melts Axl’s mind, part of him wants to go with the blond but the logical side reminds him that there’s no way him being transgender will go over well.

Tracii sits with Axl and the two really hit it off, and Axl gets invited to his show later that night. Needless to say, Axl is thrilled.

After his last class of the day he meets a short man, with extremely fluffy blond hair, (Steven Adler) who’s handing out flyers for a club. He practically shoves one in Axl’s hands and beams up at him, “Absolutely everyone is welcome!” And scampers off. Axl’s good day is ruined upon seeing it’s a flyer for a lgbt+ group, thinking oh damn am I that easy to clock?. But against his better judgement he still decides to go.

At tracii’s show he meets the really fucking weird duo of Mick mars and Tommy Lee. Tommy appears out of no where and shoves a drink in Axl’s hand, “you look like you need to unwound a little dude. Oh yeah, What hair dye do you use?” Tommy rattles on with little input by Axl, who is quite overwhelmed by him, until a short grumpy looking dude pulls tommy away. “I’m sorry about that, tommy ain’t good with boundaries.” And pulls tommy away.

Tracii’s set blows Axl’s mind and he knows then and there he wants to make music with Tracii. Then another band sets up, containing the short guy and Tommy, and to Axl’s displeasure Vince Neil. He’s upset at how good they are, despite being unpolished and messy it’s just so good.

After the show Tracii walks him back to the dorms, and happily finds out they’re only one floor apart and says Axl’s welcome anytime. Axl collapses on his bed, and falls asleep thankful he came to LA.

the idea for Nikki is for him to be a vague character for a couple of chapters, Axl hears wild stories of Nikki Sixx getting drunk and picking fights, also how good his music is. And all Axl knows is that he’s the bassist for Vince’s band. Then one day he finds a add for models, it pays okay and Axl needs the money. There he finally meets Nikki, who insists Axl is the closest to perfect he’s seen and flirts with him like crazy.

Nikki makes it clear he swings both ways, and Axl feels legitimate hope that he has a chance with Nikki. Nikki scrawls his number on Axl’s arm and with a wink tells him to call anytime.

Axl finds out later that Nikki and Vince are in a relationship and there’s no way he’s getting between that, then as if fate he goes to a gig the next week and all of Crüe whisper and point at him. Duff overhears their whole conversation, it’s hushed whispers of “I can’t believe he turned /both/ of us down. What the fucks his type?” Vince huffs and Tommy responds “it’d be nuts if he’s into guys like Mick.”

Finally Mick gets drunk enough to go confront Axl about it.

“My friends need to know what your type is, because it’s blowing their minds that you aren’t into them.” So Axl goes over to them and explains that he didn’t want to get in the middle of a relationship and he doesn’t put out easily. And assures them they’re very much his type.

“What, want us to wine and dine you? ‘Cause we’ve been watching you for months, and you’re the hottest thing on campus.” Nikki says, wrapping his arms around Axl’s waist. Nikki ducks his head down and licks along Axl’s neck and the grip on his hips is tight enough to be both hot and frightening. Then Vince steps forward, placing one hand on Axl’s face and running the other through his hair, Axl’s turned on but also terrified. If they find out he’s trans, they could kick his ass. Especially with the huge tommy behind them. Vince practically coos “how many dates till we get a taste of you?” Axl doesn’t answer, as Duff and Steven mercifully comes and saves him. The next day, after thinking about the two has kept him up most of the night, he shoves a piece of paper at Vince and puts his head down on his desk in embarrassment. The paper reads “Three dates to get in my pants asshole. I’m not a cheap date either” and his phone number. Vince laughs far too loud for Axl’s comfort. When class ends he’s got three messages from an unknown number. “Wine and dine it is then. We’re free this weekend, we could go see a movie? Unless that’s too cheap for a beauty like you.” Axl feels like his heart might burst from his fast it’s beating. Most of the movie is them trying to feel Axl up and he’s just constantly trying to keep their hands away from his crotch, he wants the attention to last as long as possible, because two extremely hot guys want /him/ it’s fucking nuts. They insist on walking him back to his dorm room, outside of his door they box him in. Vince kisses him first, it’s fierce yet sweet and Axl’s world melts away, it’s just Nikki pressed against his back and Vince’s sweet kiss. He’s legit pissed off when Vince pulls away, he pouts a little and Vince smirks. Before he can even think of an insult, he’s spun around and Nikki’s pulling him up for a kiss. Nikki kisses aggressively, biting Axl’s lip and forcing his tongue in Axl’s mouth. Nikki’s in Control and Axl can do nothing but just let it happen, thankfully it’s hot as hell. When Vince starts feeling him up and kissing his neck, he gasps, trying to figure a way out of this. Nikki starts trying to lift Axl up but Vince protests. “I can’t reach him like that, put him the fuck down.” Axl takes the opportunity to open his room’s door and flee from the two. He locks the door as they bang on the wall. “Come on! We weren’t going all the way, just wanted a little fun.” It takes Slash opening the door and threatening to call security on them for them to finally leave.

#axl rose #slash #Vince Neil #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mine

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vidkid20ssimblrlair · 5 years

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Episode 15: The Dinner (Part 2)

My mouth suddenly felt dry and I felt like every eye in the room was on me. I didn't know what to say. Tell them I stole cars for a living? Tell them I was a professional thief and convict? Lie? Shit."

"I'll go," piped Audrey raising her hand. She glanced over at me and winked. "Lady's first."

"Well if that's ok with Vince," Jones said sitting back in his chair.

"Yes. It's... it's fine," I said finding my voice. I smiled feeling relieved and grateful, but I knew it would come back around to me. She had only brought me more time.

"Well, I guess you can say I was nobody," she sighed she slouching in her chair now. "I stayed at home and mostly play videogames all day. Had a few minimum jobs, but they all ended up with me either quitting or getting fired. I wasn't exactly responsible. Actually, the last time I saw my dad we were arguing about my future. Funny, how that panned out. Now we don't even know if we have a future."

"We have one," DJ said winking. "You just got to have hope."

I snorted and Madison hit me in the arm giving me a disapproving look. She then turned her attention back to Audrey. "So do know what happened to your dad? Did he..?"

"He's out there. Somewhere. The morning this all happened I was at a friend's house. He...he wasn't anywhere to be found when I got home."

"How about your mom?"

Audrey furrowed her brow and sighed. "My mother's been gone for a while now. Way before this. Cancer took her."

"Aw, I'm sorry about that."

"It's fine," she said sorrowfully. She then forced a small smile. "Well, how about you, Grace? Omar?"

Grace grinned while Omar sat up at attention. He spoke for both of them. "Me and Grace. We were store owners. Owned a small corner store in our neighborhood. Was a popular little place. I still miss it."

Grace then chimed in. "Yes, we owned a store. In fact, we were watching our granddaughter when...when they came."

"Grace. Let's hear from Lin," he interrupted as his wife began to look visibly upset. "Lin."

She sat beside Omar across from Wade now. She flipped her hair and sighed. "Fine. I was a lawyer. An attorney, but my father was part owner of a big electronics firm in China. That makes me an heiress I guess. He recently died, so I own the company now. Well, what's left of it. Being a lawyer is more my thing though. I came here to America, so I can make a name for myself as one. Unfortunately, the dead don't need attorneys so I'm shit out of luck now. Be lucky to survive nowadays."

"My turn!" Tao exclaimed.

"Lin scoffed. "And what the hell have you ever done shit for brains?"

"I did plenty of things."

"Like what? Get in trouble for defacing property with graffiti? Petty theft and pickpocketing?"

"I can think of plenty of stuff!"

"Yeah, right. Why your sorry ass got stuck living with me," she growled leaving her brother brooding in his seat.

"Guess it's my turn," DJ said gleefully. "Listen here. I was an inspiring rapper and music producer. I got the skills man."

"Yeah, he can totally freestyle," Tao praised. “Wait. Wait. I can totally beatbox for you.”

"Yeah, you want to hear?"

Jones scoffed. "Spare us."

"But anyway, I was going to college when everything went down. Was supposed to be staying here for spring break and the summer. My dad and my mom went on some cruise to the Caribbeans, but never came back," he said suddenly looking sad.

"I doubt that this epidemic has reached that far. They're ok I'm sure," Matthew assured him getting approving nods from everyone.

DJ then seemed to regain his composure. He slouched back in his seat smiling and cut his eye at Wade. "How about you Wade, my man?"

"I was a truck driver. Delivering store goods all across America. It was just me, my rig, and the road. I was happy, but then everyone and everything went to shit. Was hightailing it to the Pentagon when I came across a little lady, named Lin. I saved her life," he said winking.

"As much I hate to admit that, yes you did," she said rolling her eyes.

"I saw her on the side of the road fighting and struggling with about three deadites. She was kicking and running all in high heels. Couldn't leave the poor little thing to die, so I stop my rig, grabbed my handy wrench and went to work on those things. Then I grabbed Ms. Lin here and put her on my rig. That's when we decided to go find her brother and her dad at the rescue center or sanctuary. Where we all met."

Lin smirked. "You just love telling that story don't you?"

"Yep. I do," he said winking again.

"Nathan. Nathan. Your turn", Matthew said as his brother remained silent as the table now focused on him now. He placed his hand on his shoulder affectionately. "Come on."

He sighed. "Fine. I was an orderly. I worked at a nursing home giving out pills and checking on the elderly. So I'm familiar with death. When some of the patients began coming down with some strange virus, I didn't bat an eye. I was probably too busy goofing off and seeing if I can make a profit off their meds. But some started bleeding from the nose and eyes. Some started acting crazy. I look back now and it makes sense now, but I was too stupid to see. Too childish. If I knew maybe our sister, Rachel could be sitting here."

Lin chuckled. "Maybe Aaron could be sitting here too."

"Lin!" Matthew snapped. He softened his tone. "Nate. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and last time I checked, you weren't psychic. If I knew I would be halfway to Tahiti by now."

The table laughed and he patted his brother on the shoulder. He then clasped his hands smiling. "Guess it's my turn. Well, I was an advertising executive. Hard to believe I know."

I chuckled. "You kidding right?"

"No."

"I doubt that. There must be something more. You? A boring ass exec? Please."

"You be surprised how much you change when you trying to survive," he said glaring at me. He softened his tone and gaze at Madison. "Anyway, that’s about it. I was visiting my parents with Nate and our sister when everything went down. We had just come from a wedding and everything was normal. I still can’t believe we’re in the situation we’re in now.’

Madison rubbed his shoulder and she pointed to herself acknowledging her turn. “So my story. Well, I was a bartender. Worked late nights at a bar with a bunch of filthy and drunk men. Not too different from the dead out there.”

We laughed and she continued. “I had planned to go back to school and become a school teacher, but that fell threw. Feeding my family became priority and my sister...my sister was going to become something. I just knew it. With the pay and the tips, I was going to help her follow her dreams and get my mom... our family away from my shithead step-dad.”

She then sighed. “That didn’t happen of course. One night doing one of my late-night shifts at the bar, everything went to hell. It was just me, three of my regulars, and the usual random biker passed out in the corner. Things started off quiet. Was expecting a pretty easy night actually, but then two guys came in screaming something about zombies and some nonsense. Young hipster-looking guys. I thought they were drunk already. I thought it was some sort of joke, but I looked closer and saw they were bloody. One of them was hurting pretty bad even. I told them to sit down and offered them something stiff. Then I heard a lot of commotion outside and I got scared. I locked the doors and turned the tv to the news. The newscaster seemed to be saying the same thing about some crazed bloodthirsty monsters, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Didn’t take long for me to find out though. If only I knew that I had locked me and the boys in with one of those monsters. That night. Pure hell.”

“Holy shit! I want to hear more!” Audrey squealed.

“No. It’s Vince turn,” Jones said plainly.

“Nah. I wouldn’t mind hearing more of that, myself,” I said quickly.

Matthew then shot me a look with a devilish grin. “No. There be plenty of time for that one. I want to hear Vince’s story. Go on Vince.”

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Next episode is part 3 and it shouldn’t be as time-consuming as this one, so it should be up faster. It’s the conclusion and it only has one flashback (that's if I don't include Vince's), so it’s easier for me to do. Plus it's shorter.

Hope you like this one tho. I build all the in-game sets you see myself. Even made my first working child pose and quite a few customs poses for this one. So yeah it was a lot of work!!!

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 Dead on Arrival #ts3 dead on arrival #sims 3 doa #ts3 doa #simblr #sims 3 simblr #ts3 simblr #sims 3 story #ts3 story #dead on arrival season 2 #doa season 2

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amnachil · 5 years

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The College Society Chapter 1 Part 6

Enjoy ! :)

Liam Friday October 6 – Saturday October 7

I hate the dishes as much as I hate my dad. With anger, the young lad threw a spoon into the water, and looked at it sink, strangely satisfied. (At least, he had power over spoon, they couldn't resist to him). (This is certainly weird, but whatever). He was working for at least three hours or more, and he started to feet exhausted. Sadly, his break wasn't coming yet. I wish I could just rest for three seconds... His coworker gave him a tray full of spoons, and Liam stared at it, stunned. (Spoon's revenge... What a movie name). Fortunately, Judy called him suddenly :

"Hey handsome ! There is someone who wants to see you in the dining room ! Wash yours hands and come over here !"

Curious and quite worried (after all, his demonic father knew where he lived, he could also knew where he worked), the lad yielded. He crossed the big doors, and glanced to Judy and... Theo. His swimteam captain, with his elbows on the counter, smiled spiritedly.

"Hi Liam. Laura told me you were working here."

The freshman joined Theo and they sat around a table, under Judy concupiscents stares. Why did he come ? Liam knew the captain. Either he was drunk, either he was high, either he was speaking about swimming. But I have already said that I couldn't do tournaments, I'm not drinking that much and I'm not taking drugs. (Sometimes, he wondered if he could be constantly high, but that was always hypothetical). (By the way, he got drunk once, and since, he tried to avoid this as much as possible). He realised he was looking weird when Theo laughed.

"You really look like death warmed up you know ? I should even say you look awful. Rebecca told me you got some troubles... are you fine now ? I may can help."

"Thanks, but it will not be necessary. I'm good. It just was a... bad period."

Almost two weeks after his meeting with his dad, he sincerely felt better. (He stopped his destruction of trash cans when Rebbie asked him to, and he may has hit one or two times his pillow, but nothing too violent.) (Honestly, his pillow was too strong for him, trahs cans were weaker).

"Nice. Don't forget you can always come to me if you are in troubles." declared Theo.

Liam nodded, and then, there was a gap. He wants to say something more, but he's hesitating. It was weird, because the freshman wasn't really good to guess what people wanted, but Theo's mind was easy to read.

"I have something to ask you." this one eventually started. "It might be awkward, don't be scared... I just wanted to know what you're feeling about Nick ?"

The young lad frowned, surprised. Theo smiled.

"C'mon Liam, I know you're gay. I just want to know what are your feelings towards Nick."

Gay. This single word brought bad memories to Liam. Really bad one's. His last romantic relationship had ended because of this word. This cursed word. The young lad stuttered :

"I... I... He's just a friend... nothing more... I... Sorry..."

"Do you think Pete gained weight ?"

Surprised, Liam looked Theo in the eyes. What is he doing ? The swimteam captain laughed and raised a hand by way of forgiveness.

"I brought a sore point, I can see that, and I wanted to skirt the issue because it was painful. Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

It seemed sincere. In fact, Liam just didn't want to speak about this stuff at all. It definitely was too painful, as Theo said. I should go back to work. He tried to help me but... I messed everything with my ex and there is no way I date someone else for now.

"He may have gained a bit of belly." approved Liam. "But this is common in college, please, don't blame him for it."

(The young lad was saying this because he wanted to go back to work as fast as possible). (But he noticed Pete's little belly hanging over his swimtrunks, and he was pretty sure he was rounding up a bit). (Yeah, despite being Liam-the-absent-minded-and-stupid-boy, he was careful of his relatives).

"Don't worry, it was not my intend at all." assured Theo. "Anyway, I'm sorry I have bothered you. I should let you work, I can see your cute little boss looking towards there... Is she seriously your boss ?"

The next morning, Liam decided to go to the pool for a swim before his work. (By the next morning, thanks to understand 2pm, because Liam never woke up before at least 11am). With a bit of attention, he did his lengths, and took advantage of the relaxing atmosphere. (He feared Colton, and tried his best to spot him, but found nothing). Finally, once he exerted himself enough, Liam stopped, and went to the locker room. He was taking a shower when he heard the fawning voice he wanted to avoid since several weeks. (Until now, he succeeded pretty well, even for the tutorial project). (Nevertheless, right now, he was naked... He couldn't ran away without losing the last fragments of his pride).

"Hey Liam." started Colton. "I saw you swim, you're good. Why didn't you participate in the tournament ?"

The light-brown boy turned towards his classmate. This one was naked too, and quite impressive. Muscled, with a six pack, strong chest and arms, nice legs and nothing going wrong... He match perfectly with Barbara's taste after all. Even his pe... (Liam blushed, and lowered... looked away).

"Okay, no answer, as usual..." laughed Colton.

"Uh sorry. I'm working during the weekend, I can't do the swimming tournaments. Are you... swimming too ?"

The brown lad looked at him and smiled. He had this smile... He's smart in addition to be handsome. Definitely Barbara's taste. It was weird, to discuss with a stranger in a shower. Liam wasn't used to it, even if he had played soccer. (Besides, he felt quite ugly in comparison with Colton, and it was depressing). (Liam always considered himself as a "normal" guy, but right now, he felt like a trash can). (No worries, he will not hit himself for all that).

"Only for my pleasure." answered Colton. "I wanted to join the club but... with the studies, my girlfriend, the gym and everything, I thought I wouldn't be able to handle this. Maybe later."

Liam nodded slowly. He had one question to ask. But it will be awkward... And I will blush... Anyway, he had to.

"Did you tell her about me ?"

As expected, he blushed a lot. (He was like a tomato when something was discomforting him). Plus, some sophomore entered in the shower, and glanced at them with knowing smile.

"I said nothing yet." assured Colton. "In fact, I'm still wondering... Are you a really bad and indiscreet stalker, or there is something else ? Maybe you know her, but you don't want to talk to her ?"

"Something like that, yes. Please, don't tell her about me."

After all what happened, Liam just wanted to avoid question. He wasn't able to face Barbara. Colton smiled. Eventually, he's cool. Cute, smart and cool, what a winning combination. (This thoughts made Liam blush even more, and he felt a bit of excitement which made him blush again, but thanks to the vapor in the shower, Colton saw nothing).

"Look, I'll be quiet as a grave, but I want something in return. Something simple. You stop avoid me, and you help us on the tutorial project. Deal ?"

"Deal. Can I go dress myself now ?"

Rebecca Monday October 9

As he looked towards Nick, she knew her coach was disapproving. The young freshman was sat on the bleacher, playing at his gameboy while eating a burger. He's just enjoying college freedom... Seing him here, Rebbie realised she didn't know much about him. He was childish, loved video games and junkfood, he always wore baggy clothes, and he had is own kind of humor. And that's all... I don't even know why he has a scolarship... But she wasnt bothered by this... After all, herself didn't talk that much.

"He doesn't look like an athlete to me Rebbie." whispered Bob. "I know what you think : he's my friend, and I don't care about his life's habits, but look... Being surrounded by athlete will lead you to outdo yourself. Furthermore, I don't want you to be... inspired by bad habits. Do you understand what I mean ?"

"Very well coach but... trust me, he's sportier than you think. And he's not encouraging me in any wrong way."

Usually, she never lied to Bob. I don't know why I feel the need to lie about Nick... Maybe, after one month with him, she wanted to remain at his side. He was like the first friend she ever had since she started running. Well, the first friend who was not interested by running. Back in highschool, or even before, she had people around her, but it had been always the same thing : they had only wanted to see her run, or make a sportive performance. As for him, Nick just didn't care about this stuff. This was new for her, and she wanted to see what it would create. Of course, she had also Liam, but it was quite different, the chestnut boy being the most inattentive person she knew.

"Rebbie, it's a reckless process... Let me give you an exemple. Do you remember Shirley Vince, one of your main opposant in highschool ?"

She nodded. A short but resolute blonde girl. Liam was in the same town and school...

"Do you know why you surpassed her ?"

"Because I'm better ?"

Bob smiled. A condescending smile she knew well. It meant she was wrong.

"You see Rebbie, while you're running, my job is to watch you, and to study your opponents. And here is what I know about Shirley Vince. Her brother went at their community college and completely let himself go. Plus, her boyfriend is overweight. That's why she couldn't win. Bad influences. Do you get it ?"

She nodded. From her experience, Bob was always right about sport. Thanks to him, she won more tournaments than she would had ever dream to. And now, she wanted to go at the Olympics Games in two year. She couldn't allow herself any relaxation.

"Anyway, I have to go." continued her coach. "See you tomorow Rebbie. I know you'll make the right thing."

Again, she kindly nodded. In fact, she had an idea. (Probably a bad one, but she wanted to try). Bob was right, she needed a good environment, with healthy relatives, and Nick wasn't. But if I can turn him into an athlete... The black girl came closer and hailed him :

"Hey dude. I... I want to see something with you tonight at the pool, after the swim training. Would you come ?"

The dark-haired boy didn't even raise his head. He simply agreed, and then focused back on his game. (At this moment, she wondered why she was doing all this for this fucking guy). (Then she realised the reason why was because he was this fucking guy). (Weird).

This night, once the training ended, Rebecca waited for him patiently in the tiers. She had prepared a plan in order to help him. Yeah, because finally, I'm helping him to get back in shape. It was hard to know Nick's figure. Outside, he was wearing baggy clothes all the time. And during the swim training, he was wearing his jacket, way too large for him. (He pretended being cold without the jacket). Anyway, the young girl was convinced his friend wasn't in the best shape, and she needed to help him. While she was thinking about him, Nick arrived. However, he wasn't alone, (Liam was here) and fully dressed, what she didn't expected. Damnit...I give him a meeting in the pool, and he comes dressed ?

"Hey Rebbie." he started. "So, what did you want to tell me ?"

Behind him, Liam was contemplating the water without any attention for them. Nevertheless, she felt insulted. Why he brought a friend, and why he was fucking dressed ? She decided to ask this last question, but more diplomatically.

"Can you explain me why are you dressed ? I expected us to swim a bit. You... and me."

She emphasized the last three words. (Liam wasn't listening anyway, so he couldn't be offended). However, Nick, as for him just smiled.

"Was it a date ? You should have say it was date."

A what ? Is he fucking kidding me ? A date ?

"Why the fuck would I date you ? Stop your fucking jokes for once. You're not funny at all."

"Calm down Hulk... I didn't want to upset you..."

"How dare you call me Hulk ?!"

Part of her tried to restrain her anger. But sadly, Rebecca was an impulsive girl. She hated being mocked. And even more being humiliated. Nick was a fucking little jackass, and she was exasperated by his humor. I think it's time to tell him some home truths.

"Listen to me bastard. I'm sick of your attitude. I'm sick of your humor. And I'm sick of your way of life. You're a lazy glutton, a smartass I want to punch since the first time I met you. You're cheeky and offensive."

She took a deep breath, but continued before he could react.

"Everything to say you're a little bugger."

Nick stared at her, astonished, for at least five minutes. I may have overreacted... She felt a bit ashamed, but her pride was stronger. A date, seriously. Who would date a guy like him ?

"Well, now I know what you're thinking." he eventually said. "Can we go ?"

No sadness in his voice, only a bit of anger. He did not feel concerned. He thinks I'm exaggerating.

"Guys ?" suddenly took part Liam. "Have you ever notice how transparent is this water ? I think there is too much chlorine..."

Pete Wednesday October 11

The young lad closed his eyes. He inhaled as much as possible and buttoned quickly his jeans. Once sure it was fastened, he relaxed a bit. I'm starting to regret having bought tight pants. Ten days since he decided to gain weight, and the results were starting to show. Right now, a roll of flab was hanging over his jeans. To be honest, it was the only physic change he noticed for now. A bit more of belly. However, both his appetite and love for junkfood were increasing, and he expected soon some results. While buttoning his shirt, he wondered if Theo noticed his growing waistline. Mike didn't even notice, so my sweet captain neither... I need to put on more pounds. He weighted himself yesterday, and was up to 75 kg (165 pounds). In other word, I gained 2 kg (5 pounds)... That's definitely not enough. Anyway, he was sure to succeed in the long run. (To be honest, he felt better now... like more... brave. It was a strange feeling, but he loved it. And he ached to get Theo back). A knock at the door made him jump. It's already time... Damnit. Swiftly, he opened the door, and sighed when his older sister yelled :

"Pete !!!!! I missed you so much !"

I already regret this meeting. His two sisters and his mother had come from his town to visit him this evening, and he didn't know how to feel about it. Yeah, because she might have insulted him, in fact his mother just loved him. (She was totally crazy, and didn't wanted him to leave). (It what happen when you are the only son, and the last born).

"My little boy !" she shouted. "Come here and cuddle your momma !"

He obeyed, and then led them in the living room. By the way, the young lad noticed they were holding severals bags, and he wondered why... But he was too shy to ask. In presence of his mother, he was a whole different person.

"You look fine to me." stated this one. "We brought diner, because we knew you would not be able do to anything fine. I hope you built a bit of appetite, because as I always said, you need to eat, my lovely son."

Slumped on the sofa, half conscious, Pete let a belch slip out his lips, and closed his eyes, relaxed. Next to him, one of his sister was rubbing his distended belly, undeniably happy, while the other put a spoon full of ice cream in his mouth. Please... I'm so full... He felt ready to explode. His jeans, which he lost so much time to fasten a bit earlier, was now open, as his shirt, to let place for his stomach. This one was round, hard as a rock, stuffed to the brim. Pete was experiencing something new. Back in highschool, he had always tried to control what his sisters and his mother wanted him to eat. But now, he knew he could handle it. (Maybe not, but it was worth a try). He was in a strange food-coma, opening his mouth, swallowing, and opening his mouth again. A delicious spoon of ice cream found his way towards his throat. Slowly, he wanted to sit up straight, but failed. A loud burp resonated in the room.

"Sounds like my boy is almost full." stated his mother. "I'm really glad you are eating more, it's healthier. You might become less ugly than you are."

She dropped off the table a big tray full of cookies. Pete looked at it, surprised. Is she expecting me to finish all these ? His family always have been full of big eaters. His two sister were quite similar, blonde, short and chubby, both with blue eyes. They often ate more than he was used too, and didn't have any problem with their weight. As for her, his mother wasn't that fat. Just a bit, as the great majority of old woman. She gave everything to my father I guess. Mr. Norisson, Pete's dad, was sporting a well-nourished gut, sign of his wealthy lifestyle. Ironically, his whole youth, the freshman tried to avoid the same fate. Being gay, he had been convinced he couldn't find love if he was fat. And now, he met the love of his life, but this one didn't like him because he was too thin. Thinking about it, Pete opened his mouth and gobbled several cookies, for the delight of his mother.

"You definitely changed." she smiled. "Seems like you decided to be an adult now."

He nodded, and took another cookie. After all, it was working perfectly for his plans, despite being a bit awkward.

Later, Pete found himself exhausted, and just relaxed on his bed. He could hear his mother and sisters talking about how proud they were, and it made him smile. However, right now, he didn't really consider himself fine. His belly was oversized, definitely too stuffed. It was hard, and each time he pushed a bit, he felt a painful pressure. (Which was why he tried to rub his stomach with meticulousness). I shouldn't have do this... Mentally, the pleasure of eating left, replaced by the impression to be a pig. It was a mistake, wasn't it ? Gain weight didn't mean he had to act like a fat slob. Pete closed his eyes, shameful, when he suddenly heard his mother saying :

"I'm sorry, but my son overeat a bit, and he's sleeping right now. You know how men are sometimes."

"Of course. I understand." replied Theo, souding amused.

What the fuck is he doing here ? Don't tell me I'll miss him... And his mother had just said he "overeat". Hell... She could have think before speaking...

"I'll tell him you came." she assured. "By the way, you're ?"

"A swimteam buddy." replied the captain. "What did you mean by... overeat ? Is he fine ?"

(In his deepest desire, Pete had expected Theo to introduce himself as his boyfriend, but nevermind). Right now, he feared his mother answer, and wanted to stood up, but he felt too heavy to even move. Damnit... I shouldn't have eat that much... He looked at his distended belly, and listened to the response.

"When I'm here, Pete is a real little glutton you know." she said. "I may have cooked a bit too much, but anyway, don't worry, he's fine. He just need to rest, which is normal after such a binge."

What a disgrace... I'm dead to him now. (Pete knew she was doing it on purpose. Since he left, she tried everything to make him come back. Crazy, as he said). Now, he looked like a pig, and a fat glutton.

"I understand." replied joyfully Theo. "I'll see him tomorrow. Have a good evening.”

To be continued

So we crossed the half of the 1st chapter ! I hope you’re liking it so far :)

I really enjoy writing Liam’s pov. He’s one of my favorite character since The High School Game and I’ve planned so much things for him ! But you’ll have to read to see that hehe.

Pete is on his way to become a nice feedee ! I guess that’s why Theo is waiting...

Rebecca versus Nick is a side story I wanted to develop a bit. But remember this is wrote under her pov ! She might not be percieving the whole picture :)

See you next week !!

#the college society #CS #liam #Rebecca #Pete #weight gain #stuffing #Liam you're my favorite #Colton is nice #Pete is going for it !#chapter 1 #part 6 #My Story

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Movie Review: Halloween (Spoilers)

Disclaimer: Alright so I am doing two separate reviews for this movie, instead I am giving an overview of the movie with some detail but not in depth. I am also posting this review the day the movie first airs so if you have not yet seen the movie do not read on.

General Reaction:

I am slightly concerned about just how much I enjoyed this movie. Yes it’s official, I am starting to enjoy the horror genre. I don’t know what it is in recent years but, particularly since seeing It and television shows such as American Horror Story, this kind of thing does not phase me like it used to, in fact it gives me somewhat of an adrenaline rush.

That’s not to say I wasn’t hesitant to see the latest horror slasher movie because, particularly with the Halloween franchise, the main worry I have with them is the jump scares. I am 26 and value my heart and do not want it to give out in a cinema.

However I knew Halloween was a must-see due to the fact that this franchise, as well as others like A Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th are the classic big slasher franchises. Also I wanted to see it on the day of release so that when the gossip mill started turning about what’s in this movie I was not put off by the gore-ification.

Speaking of which, and this is where we slightly go into spoiler territory, this is possibly the goriest horror movie I have ever seen, more than the original for sure, but the choices in ways of showing the level of gore here was fascinating and actually bordered on artistic both from the creators standpoint and also Michael Myers. The goriest moments are the kind of hiding behind your hands type of moments because, particularly the later moments, they are quite grotesque to watch but with the cashier at the gas station having his teeth removed and jaw practically torn open only for Michael to use his bloody teeth as a warning to the reporter was both disturbing but also slightly artistic from a murderer’s point of view.

This is why I am so fascinated in this type of slasher movie, other horrors like Alien, Predator and even It are fantastical horror because these creatures don’t knowingly exist, however Michael Myers and others like Jason Voorhees are so terrifying because that type of person could very easily exist and has in history. But they also present a psychological threat as well as a physical one as shown in this movie with the effect Michael had on Laurie.

The main issue I had with the relationship between Michael and Laurie is trying to determine exactly where it stems from with the retcon this franchise has made. In promotion for the movie it has been stated that this movie is a sequel to the original Halloween released 40 years ago and is a real-time direct continuation omitting the 7 sequels that spanned from 1981-2002 and the two soft reboot movies in 2007-2008. This means that the reveal of Laurie being Michael Myers sister is now non-canon and referenced in a throwaway comment near the beginning of this movie. But if you take away the sibling connection between the two, then why does Michael seek vengeance on Laurie? Is it just because he is a psychopath on automatic or are they keeping the sibling connection in flux? I just think it is because Michael enjoys killing people who are home alone. If he ever met Kevin McAllister he’d do the world a favour right? Even though killing kids is bad.

On that note this was my other big issue with the movie, now I get in horrors they make it so nobody is safe, and this movie follows classic horror tropes of letting the audience know who is going to die before they even do because the character will say or do something stupid. However, as far as I am aware, showing the death of kids has always been where the line is drawn, It gets away with it again because it’s not showing them die on screen. But here, there were two boys who couldn’t have been older than 10, and one was strangled at the start of the movie until you heard his neck snap and the other’s fate was ultimately left unknown, unless I missed something, but the fact they show any sort of gruesome death for a child crosses a line for me and it made me slightly uncomfortable liking the movie after that.

But to put a positive spin on things, the two young actors, Vince Mattis and Jibrail Nantambu, did a much better job at acting for their brief 5 minutes of screen-time than the two young adults who played Allison’s and Vicky’s boyfriends. I did like the guy who was besties with Allison’s boyfriend though.

My final note on this part is about the score and specifically that classic theme tune. I have always thought the original theme was the perfect set-up for the movie and the fact they also incorporate it into scenes whenever Michael Myers is on the hunt adds to the tension of the movie. Here though the updated versions which seems to feature both a stronger bass and piano blend made what we are watching almost exciting. Particularly when the opening scene cuts directly into the rather genius titles it added to the anticipation to see what exactly Michael gets up to.

Cast:

The cast as a whole is great, Jaime Lee Curtis is superb in this role. Yes it was her first major role and her mother is a known scream queen from Psycho but I just enjoy watching Jaime Lee Curtis act, she is similar in acting style and roles to Christine Baranski for me.

Judy Greer surprisingly played the role of the daughter and mother side-role rather well here compared to how she plays the mother side-role in Ant-Man. I started to really like her towards the end and there is one bad-ass moment she has that I felt worked really well. I also understand her and her family’s relationship with Laurie here because of what has happened throughout the last 40 years and how closed off she has been.

As for Nick Castle, who I believe only reprises his role as Michael Myers for one or two scenes from the original movie, I do think James Jude Courtney did a similarly great job throughout the movie of providing that same creepy and sinister presence but there isn’t a lot to say about a character that doesn’t speak and wears a full face mask that makes the actor behind it expressionless.

Franchise Future:

There are several stingers in this movie that set up potential sequels or even prequels to this movie. For instance it seems that Laurie’s granddaughter Allyson went through a similar journey here as Laurie did in the original movie so seeing if the experience traumatizes her in the same way as it did Laurie going forward would be an interesting venture.

Also I would love to see this movie being a rejuvenation in the classic slasher franchises and characters, we already have Michael Myers in current culture, but I want to see Freddie Kruger, Leatherface, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface and Norman Bates all given the modern-day Halloween treatment. Yes Bates Motel was a hit and Freddie Highmore was great in the role but to see the character back in a cinematic setting would be great.

Overall I rate the movie an 8.5/10, there were some clunky moments and weird dialogue choices however in terms of horror, which again is something I used to openly avoid, I left the movie with quite a buzz. I do think this is a great choice for anyone deciding what to do for Halloween this year.

So that’s my review of Halloween, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more Movie Reviews as well as other posts.

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