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Always my beloved; Thorin Oakenshield x reader

*Author’s note*

For my first ever Thorin Oakenshield story I hope I did you Thorin fans justice with this sweet little oneshot. So @firestrike004​ thank you soo much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this fic.  

Not really any warnings just injuries, some fluff, some angst (fairly minor but still some people need warnings).

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We knew the risk of going on this quest, but never did I think we’d come across the bane of Thorin’s family, Azog the Defiler.  We had believed he had died back at the battle of Azanulbizar from his wounds but low and behold there he was astride upon his infamous white warg.  We barely made our escape thanks to our burglar as well as the Great Eagles I had read so much about as a young dwarrow-dam.

Now we decided to take some rest to rest and for Thorin to recover.  The wounds from Azog’s warg were probably the worst I had ever seen and I’ve doctored warg bites before.  But thankfully with both mine and Oin’s help, my beloved should be back to his old strength within a few days.

Aye I did say beloved. Thorin and I are currently in the courting stage of our relationship, and have been for these past 5 summers. He had made a vow to me that once he would reclaim Erebor, we would finally be wed and I would rule at his side as Queen Under the Mountain.

Of course at first when Gandalf had persuaded Thorin to go on this quest, he wanted me to have absolutely no part in it.  In fact he had tried to send me off to live with his cousin Dain in the Iron-hills for safe keeping until the Mountain was reclaimed.  And being the stubborn female dwarf I am, I can be just as stubborn of not more than Thorin Oakenshield himself.

After some heated words, and even a fight to decide my fate, Thorin had kept his word that after defeating him in combat I had a right to go alongside the Quest.  In fact I was one of the first after Dwalin and Balin had agreed to follow Thorin.

I had just changed out Thorin’s bandages as well as flushed out any signs of infections before they could spread and cause his healing to delay or worse make him sick. As I returned to put my stuff back into the pack, I caught sight of Bilbo sitting down to some of Bombur’s stew. I walked over to him and asked.

“Mind if I join you?” he turned to me.

“Not at all (Y/n).” Hobbits truly were polite people.  Even back at his home when I was the only one out of the 13 dwarves to not to help myself to his food cabinet, he graciously tried to offer me something before one of the boys took it for themselves.  I took my seat next to him and he asked, “Do you mind if I—”

“Oh not at all Bilbo, please eat. Mahal knows we’ve been practically starving you since this quest began.” When we were in Rivendell and I caught Bilbo eating both dinner and supper within just a few short hours apart he had told me that Hobbits have seven meals every day.  I took it upon myself to first apologize for starving the poor lad and then when breakfast came that day, I had helped the Elves with serving something not only for the Dwarves but for Bilbo as well.

As he went to his stew, he took a few sips before looking around and whispered to me.

“How’s Thorin?” the lad truly has grown fond of my beloved.  Especially after what had happened along the Misty Mountains.

“He’ll live fortunately. Unfortunately for him, he’ll have to be put on bed rest for the next 24-48hours before he can even move. Warg bites are nothing to sniffle or chuckle at. And believe me getting Thorin to stay on bedrest is a challenge in on itself.”

“No doubt I imagine. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of it being Thorin’s wife.”

“If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been called Thorin’s widow.” He stopped his eating and looked at me.  I placed my hand on his shoulder and continued, “What you did last night Bilbo, it’s something that I can never truly repay you for.”

“There-there really is no need to repay me. I just did what anyone of you would’ve done. Though I don’t know why I did without no skill of a blade it was all just—”

“Instinct. I get the feeling. But I am grateful nonetheless my friend.” I patted his shoulder.  “And if you’re up for it later today, Bofur and I can show you a thing or two about fighting. Same with Fili and Kili.” He nodded.

“I do appreciate it (Y/n).” I smiled at him before standing up and went off to join the others for my own meal.

Truthfully I don’t know what I would’ve done had I lost Thorin last night.  He and I have known each other since we were young Dwarves in Erebor, my father being one of the King’s proudest and strongest fighters but was sadly killed when the Dragon took our home.  My mother tried her best but she too succumbed to grief leaving me with no family, till Thorin stepped up.

He helped support me when we worked in the villages of Men and when we were finally able to make a temporary home in the Blue Mountains, that’s when my feelings for him began to deepen.  And eventually he came to accept he felt the same for me and never did I think Thorin would ever choose a wife, he never really showed much interest in wanting to court anyone, not since we lost our home.

I reached up to the left side of my hair, brought some of the hair that rested on my back to the front but something was missing.  No it-it cannot be! I looked down at my hair and brushed through it with my fingers and couldn’t see the courting beads Thorin had braided into my hair.  Not only that but some of the strand felt uneven (particularly where the braid once rested).

My heart raced as I tried to remember where and when the last time I felt the braid was. Obviously it was still intact at Rivendell, the Goblin tunnels I still had it, when Azog attacked us and—oh makk an E ha’ak!  When I fought alongside Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo to hold off the orcs from Thorin before the eagles came, one of them must’ve cut my braid off without my knowing!

A million thoughts were racing through my head.  First it was to curse the orc that did this and that I vowed to kill them if they ever show themselves again.  But most of my thoughts trailed back to Thorin.  What would he say? How will he react? Will he still want to be my One? Will he be furious that I lost his courting bead?

In our customs, a courting bead is so precious and is never given away lightly (especially if your One is someone like Thorin is).  By gaining the bead you’ve not only come to accept your One’s feelings for you, but also accept a courtship and eventual marriage to bond the two of you into one. Losing it or returning it is like having your heart getting grind up, slammed with a forging hammer until it’s nothing but tiny little pieces and then returning the heart to the one who gave you the courting bead.

And never have I once undid the braid nor removed the bead from my hair ever since Thorin gave it to me.  Everyone knew where it lied and if they saw it gone……what would the other’s think? I was so focused on my thoughts that I barely registered that I had walked into someone. When I looked up I had seen that I had walked into Gandalf.

“Oh Gandalf, forgive me.”

“No worries my dear (Y/n).” he looked me over and continued, “You seem to be worried about something.” I looked around to see if any of the others were nearby.  When I saw that no one was within hearing range, I asked Gandalf to come closer to my height with my two fingers.  He knelt down and I whispered to him.

“I’ve lost Thorin’s courtship braid.” He separated from me for a bit as I further explained, “It must’ve been that orc I faced off against when Azog caught us along the Misty Mountains. Gandalf, what if Thorin takes notice of it? Or someone already has and will tell him?”

“Now, now my dear, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“But Gandalf you know what courting braids mean in our culture. You know what losing one’s courting bead means? I—I can’t lose Thorin. Not again, especially not after last night. He’s all I have left in this world.” He placed both of his hands on my shoulder.

“Thorin may be stubborn but I know he would never do that to you. You both have been through far too much to let something like this be the final straw to divide you both. Remember it’s not just him that’s helped you, you have helped him as well.”

He wasn’t lying. After his grandfather’s death and his father going missing, Thorin was practically lost in how to help our people. Whilst I too, grieved over my father I also had to support Thorin for he was hurting just as much as I was.  We depend on each other and support one another, the other’s beacon of light in the dark mines.

“But how do I tell him Gandalf?” I asked uncertainly.

“You’ll know just what to say my dear girl.” I took a deep breath then exhaled.

“Okay Gandalf, I trust you.”

“And you’ve learned to never doubt it.” He gave me a soft wink before going on his way.  I took a deep breath before heading back to rejoin the others.

The day was spent helping Bilbo train with his sword, scouting out for Azog or his orc pack, and helping Oin with Thorin’s wounds.  Which was what was happening right now, I held onto Thorin’s hand as Oin was once again flushing out the slightly infected bites and stitching them back up. Thorin was tense throughout the whole process.

He never did like to show pain whenever he had to get patched up.  Said he was afraid that others would view him as weak.

“Alright Thorin, just continue to not move about so much and those wounds will heal up quickly.”

“Thank you Oin. I know I’m skilled as a healer but I am nowhere near your degree of knowledge.” I told him.

“Do not doubt your own skills milady.” He told me.  “We’ll be lucky to have you as our Queen once we reclaim the throne. The first Dwarf Queen to be skilled in the knowledge of healing that could be rivaled by the Elves.” Him saying that suddenly gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.  As much as I do trust Gandalf in his words from earlier, there’s still a lingering shadow of fear that’s clung itself onto my like a thorn that won’t come out.  He soon left Thorin and I alone and I heard my One say.

“He’s right you know.” I turned to him.  “Never before as a Dwarf woman been so knowledgeable about herbs, healing methods and skills as you have my beloved. Erebor will be lucky to have you as it’s Queen.” He cupped the side of my face, “My only regret is that it will take us longer to get there.”

“Your health is what we should be focused on right now. I would rather Erebor have a King in good health rather than poor or worse dead.” I brushed the long strands of hair from his face before I began braiding it.

“Every hour lost hasten Durin’s day.” I rolled my eyes.

“Thorin. Durin’s day is not going anywhere. It lies on the same day as it always does. Not a week before not a week after. As I said, I would rather have you in good health to rule at my side, than you pushing yourself only to make your health worsen. Even if I have to bind you to this tree I will.”

“Reminds me of the time when you did just that to get me to have me teach you how to fight. Is that how you intend on delivering punishments? Bound the prisoners to trees with your tight knots?”

“Only to those truly stubborn enough not to follow either mine or Doctor Oin’s orders.” We both laughed softly before I gave him a soft kiss.  I felt as his hand went from cupping the side of my face to going around the back of my head, right to where I knew he’d always like to stroke his courting braid.

I separated our kiss and quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from my head.  Immediately I could see the thoughts spinning in his head like a spider’s web.

“What is it (Y/n)?” he asked me.

“Nothing.” I quickly said.

“It’s not nothing. Never before have you stopped me from touching your hair.”

“I—I haven’t had the chance to brush my hair yet.” Even to me that was a pathetic excuse.  Thorin’s brow rose skeptically then he asked me.

“What’s really going on?” I sighed deeply and turned my head away from him.

“I cannot say.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“(Y/n), amrâlimê.” He lifted my chin up to look into his deep blue eyes.  “What was it you once said to me when we first began courting?”

“That there should be no secrets between us.” I answered.

“So why are you starting now?” I sighed heavily, already feeling the wetness of tears forming under my eyes.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That I’ll lose you.”

“(Y/n). These wounds of mine aren’t—”

“It’s not the wounds or in battle that I fear amrâlimê, it’s—” I took another deep breath before I took the section of my hair where he had given his courting bead and showed him how it was now gone.  As I expected his eyes widened in shock as he reached out for the cut strands of my uneven hair and brushed through them.  Almost hoping the bead would reappear along with the braid but it was gone.

“How long has it been missing?” he asked.  His voice stern as I knew he was trying to suppress his anger.

“I only noticed it this morning. My best guess is that it was the orc I was fighting with along the mountainside when Azog ambushed us. I’m sorry Thorin, this is my fault for allowing that foul creature to even graze my hair. I should’ve been more careful I should’ve been more aware of what I was carrying upon my head. I was careless, foolish and—” I was stopped by the feeling of his arms wrapped around me tightly.

“But you are not hurt, yes?”

“No.”

“Then that is enough for me.” I separated our embrace and looked at him in shock, his eyes that were once filled with shock and anger now appeared soft and gentle.

“I don’t understand. Thorin, my courtship braid to you has been severed. Your courting bead lost forever.”

“Mere objects. A new braid can be made, a new bead can be strung into your locks. But there is only one you,” he cupped my face into his hands, his thumbs gingerly stroking the apple of my cheeks just above the strands of my own beard.  “And I could not bear the thought of losing you.”

“You—you still wish to court me?”

“You are my One, (Y/n). Who else would I want as my Queen?”

“I just…..I know how special our courting traditions and symbols are. I was worried if you took notice of your bead and braid missing that you—you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Amrâlimê,” our noses softly grazed one another’s as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, “I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. You are my One, and nothing will ever change that. As I said, I can give you a new braid, I’ll find you a new bead. A more finer bead once we reach the mountain and reclaim our home. But there is only one of you. And I would be a fool to let someone like you go.”

He then pressed his forehead to mine and I shut my eyes as I felt his love and strength enter me as our forehead remained together.

“I am sorry I doubted your love Thorin.” I said after awhile of silence between us.

“There is no need for apologizes. You are always be my beloved, no matter what the world gives us…..”

“We’ll always be One.” I finished our vows that we made for one another when we first began our courtship together.  He soon moved his lips over mine and once again we kissed.  

His hand going back towards the area where my braid once stood, and I felt his fingers softly brush through those strands of hair and I felt myself finally relax under his touch.

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you, me, and the shoelace sitting around talking about jack/teal'c like

IT IS HONEST WORK!!

SG1 was my high school fandom in the Stone Age and the state of even finding fics where Teal’c was a MAIN CHARACTER was rough. At best he was the wingman for whoever the main ship of the fic was about. There were some good team as a family fics where he got a good amount of screen time. But if you wanted a fic where he was paired with anyone other than his ex-wife or that one priestess? Forget it!!

(RARELY, you could find a JackDaniels fic that Paired The Spares with Teal’cSam, but I wonder why that was so rare. 🤔😒)

(One notable exception that I loved dearly was a fluffy Teal’c/Janet fic that was so sweet and lowkey really hot. How long have I had a size kink? Shut up.)

So revisiting the show as an adult and realizing the complete bullshit and hypocrisy of that really activated something deep, deep within me to ship Teal’c with EVERYONE. We are making up for the sins of fandom past!

Teal’c/Jack is maybe my favorite though. They are bros, your honor. Jack snuck Teal’c off-base to teach him about pizza and Star Wars. That’s true love!! Imagine the shenanigans!!!

#stargate sg 1 #my ramblings #certainly I have a tag for that maybe this is it #I love Teal’c and have so many Teal’c headcanons hidden in my trench coat #and also so many gripes about ye olden times #Jack is definitely the boyfriend that holds the rest of the shopping bags while teal’c is picking out eyeshadow at Sephora

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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Seven

Just letting you guys know that in the next 2 chapters this part of the story will be wrapped up and I'll be starting on the second volume and will be adjusting the masterlist as well for it. Thank you so much for the first 100 chapters being so fun to write. I started this 3 years ago and it's been crazy how supportive and kind you've all been to me and I hope to have done the same for you. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

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The tip of my heel taps against the pavement, a flury of cigarette smoke ghosting over my face as Izzy takes one last drag of it and puts it out, raising his brows when I speak into the payphone and say, "I think you're overreacting, Tommy." 

"Uh, no, don't think I am, Viv." He replies. "He's a grade-A pain in the ass now because absolutely everything has to be perfect. And if it isn't, guess whose fault it is? Not his." 

"He's Nikki, he's always been nit picky."

"I could handle him being like that when he wasn't sober – or when we weren't sober so it didn't really bother me all that much – but now it's like the second I even tap the fuckin' drum he's blaring in his little microphone about something he's found wrong with what I'm doing." He explains.

A frown pulls at my lips, hearing how fed up he is despite the fact they haven't even been working on much aside from trying to get the energy back that was once there when they had first started.

"If he's like this and we haven't even started on the album, just imagine what he's gonna be like when we do start on the album. I'm gonna kill him." He points out.

"I don't even wanna think about it, right now, Tommy." I groan, rubbing at my forehead while he lets out a breath. 

"Well, I'm about to have to go. Heather's gonna be in tonight." He informs me, sounding like an excited little kid.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I've been trying to find a way to ask her when we can start making some babies." He adds and I wrinkle my nose.

"Ew, Tommy, I don't wanna know about that."

"I have seen you getting fucked on the hood of a car, Viv, and you draw the line at me telling you I want to have little Tommy and Heather's running around?" 

My face heats up at the memory he's recalling and I'm resisting the embarrassed urge to bang the phone against the hook.

"You're basically telling me you're gonna have a talk with your wife about her letting you creampie her." I shove any discomfort for the conversation aside and I can practically hear him cringe hearing me say such a thing.

"Don't say stuff like that." He says.

"What? Creampie?" 

Izzy's looking at me funny, raising his brow, an uncomfortable look on his face at the fact I'm saying it as Tommy shouts, "Viv, stop, it's like my mom saying that or something." 

"Sorry…" I reply, waiting a moment before adding, "...I had to get creampied to make my ba–"

" – Vivian, stop!" Tommy yells as Izzy lets out a loud, "ugh," covering his ears. 

"Okay, okay, I'm done." I promise, laughing. "I hope you have a good night with Heather." I add.

"Thanks, I hope you have a good night with Izzy." 

"Ha! He'll probably be conscious for another hour before he crawls off somewhere to pass out in a cross-faded stupor." I look at Izzy as I speak and he casually holds up the middle finger of his left hand. "Stay sober, alright." I say to Tommy next. 

"I am, don't worry – I'm also keeping the guys on the wagon, too." He adds.

"Thank you." I look at Izzy, who taps on his watch. "Alright, Tommy, I gotta go. I love you, tell the guys I love them, too, and I'll see you when you get back home."

"I love you, Viv, and I will. G'night." 

"Night."

We hang up and I look at Izzy.

"I stayed my thirty minutes, I'm going home." I state to him, referring to the dinner I'm about to leave that consists of him, Axl, Tansy, Duff, and Tom Zutaut.

"What? C'mon, you haven't even gotten your food yet." He states, his face scrunching up. 

"Izzy, I'm really tired. I just wanna go home and go to bed."

"You always wanna go home and go to bed." He says. 

"Well, what's so wrong with that? I'm carrying a kid. I wear out easier now than I did before. And at least I came, that’s more than Slash can say right now.” I remind him of Slash informing us he’d had a nasty stomach bug, before I’m leaning against the phone. 

"It doesn't have anything to do with you being knocked up, Sixx, and you know it." 

His words bring a heavy breath from me and I take the cigarette from his lips and toss onto the ground, stepping at it to put it out. 

"Tell me what you think is wrong, Izzy, since you know so much." I smartly tell him, raising my brows. 

"I think you're depressed again." He says to me. "And you won't talk to anyone about it because you don't want Duff to be worried and you don't want Nikki to be overprotective like he's been in the past about it." He continues. "And I also think you need to get back with Eddie about what he called you about."

"I still have to think about all that."

He had called me to see if I would be interested in meeting and hanging out with his wife, Valerie, because she and I were going through very similar situations – only I had gotten pregnant from mine – and she had been voicing how she wished the two of us could talk, but she never reached out herself out of fear that I'd judge her for stepping out on Eddie first. Of course I wouldn't, but – like me – she didn't want to risk scaring off potential new friends with her mistakes that left her isolated.

"What's there to think about? You just get pizza or something and chill out at your house or her's and do girl things like talk and shit." He shrugs.

"I haven't talked to anybody aside from my existing friends about this whole situation, Izzy."

"Well, she cheated, too, and Eddie cheated, too, so it's no different than your whole clusterfuck with Nikki. Except neither of them got caught publicly." 

“Shh! That is super secret information and you cannot tell a soul.” I say, glancing around to see if anyone has heard us, but no one is around. 

“I’m not, I’m just saying.”

I think about it for a moment. 

"I guess you're right…it can't do any harm."

"Yeah, neither can finishing your dinner." He points out.

I realize that this is a losing fight, the expression on his face telling me that he's not going to back down from the argument. 

"Fine, Stradlin, c'mon." I roll my eyes, shoving aside my exhaustion from socializing so much thus far, and we head back into the restaurant. 

"There she is!" Duff tipsily exclaims when he sees me, earing an abrupt, "Shh," from Tom as he tries to keep him quiet in the peaceful atmosphere we're in at the moment. 

"Oops, sorry." Duff whispers to him as I sit back down between Duff and Axl, Izzy taking his place across from me between Tansy and Tom.

"Okay, this," I grab at Duff's glass of wine, scooting it on the other side of me so he can't reach it, "Has got to go." 

"Viv – "

" – The baby wants it to go." I interrupt Duff and he looks at me, blinking.

"How do you know?"

"He told me." I reply, sipping my water before handing the rest of it to Duff. 

He doesn't argue, taking the glass of water from me to finish it off. 

"Speaking of baby, Viv, I really wanna throw a baby shower." Tansy starts, moving a curl of a blonde hair from her eyes. 

"I don't want a shower, Tans, I've told you." I decline her offer politely. 

"How the hell else are you gonna get things the little tike will need, huh?" Axl asks me, and I look at him.

"I can get it, Duff can get it, Nikki can get it…I don't wanna leech off my friends to provide things for my kid."

"It's not leeching, Viv." Tansy argues, raising her brows. "They're gifts. Friends giving you gifts does not equal leeching."

"I don't want a shower. I've already told you and Sharise that and if you try to surprise me with one I'm not gonna be happy about it." I bluntly declare. "I've had enough surprises the past year to last me a freaking eternity." 

She doesn't say anything else about it, drinking her iced tea while she and Axl have a silent conversation. 

"How's Sixx?" Tom changes the subject, and I push my food around my plate and let out a breath.

"Tommy said they're doing good. Apparently Nikki's just being a perfectionist." I reply, looking to Axl. 

"Maybe you can give him lessons on how not to be a douchebag when getting his vision across to his band – I mean, you know, whenever you learn how to yourself."  I say to him, and his eyes cut at me. 

"I wish you knew just how badly I wanted you to stay home tonight." He replies in an aggravating tone and I elbow him, causing him to try to elbow me back but I arch away from him, letting out a laugh and a, "I'm pregnant, you can't," to which he playfully shoves at my bare shoulder blade.

"So, what all are you guys about to have to do since you're big stars, now." I ask, swatting at Axl's hand when he attempts to put his finger in my ear. 

It was the point of the whole dinner, a celebration of the fact that Guns N' Roses had broken the MTV switchboard during their shitty time slot for their music video for Welcome to The Jungle to air on the network. Too many calls had come in at one time to request the video be played again and the spark from each call had overloaded and caught the actual switchboard on fire. MTV immediately decided to air the video as often as they could, and by that point everyone in North America knew exactly who Guns N. Roses were.

"Shit ton a press." Duff tells me. 

"We'll try to be nice this time and maybe not get someone else beat up over something stupid." Steven adds, and I furrow my brows.

"What?"

"You know the whole thing that happened." Stevie tells me as if I know what he's talking about. 

"What whole thing?"

"Steve, dude, no." Axl shakes his head and Steve deliberatly looks him in the eyes and keeps talking. 

"When Slash said something to Hit Parader about Poison last year and they got – "

He's interrupted by Tom loudly clearing his throat in an obvious move to get him to shut up while Izzy rubs his forehead as if he's stressed and Duff sighs out, closing his eyes, bracing for impact.

Steve stops speaking before he can go on any more, as if realizing something.

"What happened?" I furrow my brows.

They all stay quiet, even Tansy has her head down to keep from looking me in the eyes.

"Nothing." Tom bullshits me.

"Steven," I say, raising my brows. "What happened?"

"It was stupid and it's been handled already, alright, Viv? Just drop it." Axl interjects.

"Duff?" I ignore him, looking at the father of my child, and he rubs his eyes, moving his blonde hair from his face as he starts, "Last year a reporter from Hit Parader was grilling Slash and he said that Poison's a bunch of posers or some stupid shit like that. He didn't mean anything by it, really." 

"Okay, so…?" I know there's more to it from the way they all acted at the risk of Steven telling me, and he pushes out a breath.

"Okay, so…Bobby saw Geffen's publicist at a party and was being a prick to her about what Slash said about him and the guys and she asked him why he was so worried about us when we've only sold, like, 200,000 records and they'd sold over two million and he flipped his shit and poured his drink on her and Bret got involved and was a dick to her, too, and it was this whole thing. But it's over now so just leave it alone." 

The more he spoke, the further into the story he got, the angrier I became. It's a wonder Monroe didn't cook in the womb from how hot my blood got, but even then I tried to keep my composure, deciding that my temper and habit of blowing things out of proportion and resorting to violence first thing instead of trying to handle it in a healthy manner, was the reason no one had told me about the debacle when it had first occurred because they knew how I would react. So, despite the fact I already knew how I was going to handle the situation in my own way – even though it had nearly happened a year prior – I eased everyone's minds at the table by simply saying…

"Okay." I keep my cool, all of them glancing at one another as if they were expecting me to blow up. 

"That's it?" Tom asks me.

"What? If it's settled then it's settled, there's no use in me getting angry about it or the fact that none of you told me this when it happened, but it's alright." I assure them. 

"Hmm…" Tom nods. "Therapy really did you some good, Viv." He nods.

"Mhmm." I reply with a soft, closed mouth smile, hoping the don't notice my shaking, balled up fists under the table. 

The next week is filled with trying to finish up the nursery with things already bought, my dad surprising me with a changing table and a crib while my mother continued to pretend I wasn't in existence…not only did I marry Satan in her eyes, but I also stepped out of my marriage to Satan with another Satan and had created a Satan 2.0 spawn from it. 

G'NR were plastered everywhere, record sales skyrocketing, and with that influx of brand new and rekindled attention, so came the more ballsy articles about Duff knocking me up. He'd barely get through an interview without someone bringing it up, asking how I was doing, and how Nikki was doing, as if we were some fucked up throuple. He'd take it all on the chin, though, not taking it to heart because he knew it wouldn't do any good – offering up a, "they're great, things are great, let's keep it on the music," each time. 

Nikki and the guys were working on a new song for a Tom Cruise movie, the main subject of Tommy's random phone calls throughout the day, but I also think he'd call just for the hell of it without their being something major in the works. We'd been slowly but surely working through our rocky past year and trying to repair our friendship that was once unbreakable but had been wrecked. He worried about me being by myself, as did Nikki, Duff, Dad, everyone, especially the closer I got to my due date. 

But I liked living by myself for the most part. It was the first time I had lived by myself, ever, and although it was hard to adjust to but it was a step in the right direction of getting some independence. 

Nikki moved into an apartment for the time being and had found a roommate in Faster Pussycat band member Eric Stacey, while Duff and Mandy had gotten a house down the street from me so Duff could see the baby as much as he wanted when he was home. 

However, I finally took up the offer to hangout with Valerie.

"...Are you sure it's a good idea to be here, Vivian? You are very pregnant." Her smooth, chipper voice pulls at my best interest, my head turning so I can look at her before I'm putting my corvette in park on the grass of the large house.

"We're not staying for long." I assure Valerie. "Matter of fact, you probably don't even have to come in. It'll be a quick in and out." I add, Tansy and Sharise pulling into the empty spot next to me. 

"That's a freaking lion's den of drunk morons, I'm not letting you go in there by yourself." She shakes her head, checking her makeup in the rearview mirror before the two of us get out of the car.

"What do you have to do here again, Viv?" Tansy asks when we meet her and Sharise.

"You guys are gonna stay close to the door while I go talk to somebody." I vaguely state as we walk up to the door. "Also, Sharise, this is Valerie. Valerie, this is Sharise Neil." I introduce them. "And I'm sure you've already met Tansy."

"Yes, I remember." She recalls with a nod as Sharise and her extend their hands to one another at the same time. 

"It's nice to meet you." They say simultaneously. 

"Can we get some food after this, Viv, I'm starving." Sharise asks when I ring the doorbell, loud music already escaping the house through opened windows, the yard scattered with various cars and the door swings open to reveal Robbin. 

"Sixx!" He shouts, throwing his arms up. 

"Robbin!" I do the same, giggling as he kisses the top of my stomach before kissing my cheek, pulling me under his arm for a hug, glancing at the ladies with me, his eyes catch on Tansy and he says, "How's it goin', Tans?"

"It's good." She says back, any inkling of flirtation being stripped from her voice as she addresses him, a stark change from when they had first met – surely for the fact that Axl didn't exist to her back then, yet – and she's not taking too long to look at him before she's averting her gaze. 

He gives an odd look at Valerie, as if he knows who she is but doesn't know what the hell she's doing here with me.

"What're you doin' here?" He asks, looking down at me and I wipe the remainder of white residue from his nose.

"I gotta talk to Bret and Bobby for Nikki." I lie. "Are you gonna let us in, or what?"

"Does anyone know you're here?" He asks us, and by "anyone" we know he means our husbands and we glance at each other, silently answering his question and he lets out a heavy breath. "If they find out, I wasn't the one who let you guys in. Understood?"

"Got it." We all say with a nod and he steps aside and lets us in to the madhouse, letting me go from him.

“Hey, they should be in the front living room.” He adds, referring to the men I’m looking for. 

Smoke saturates the air in a fog, red solo cups litter any flat surface as well as ashtrays, various drugs, and liquor bottles.

"You can wait outside, Tansy!" I tell her over the loud music, seeing the way her blue eyes linger on a bindle of coke tossed onto the coffee table and she looks at me and shakes her head. 

"I'm good!" She assures me. "I do have to pee, though!" She adds.

"I'll go with you!" Valerie insists, and the two of them interlock hands and disappear to find a bathroom while Sharise and I look around.

"Why do you need to talk them, again?!” Sharise asks me. 

"Don't worry about it!" I say back to her before we’re heading to the front living room, and I stop as we get to the doorway of it. "Hey, can you grab me some water?" I ask her, next, and she furrows her brows. 

"Right now?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"Okay, gimme a second." She turns on her high heels and heads to find the kitchen, giving me a window of opportunity to approach the couch facing the window, blonde and brunette hair on the back of their heads as I pluck two stray  bottles of Jack, halfway full. 

The eyes of their hangers-on that are facing me lookup over them just in time to see me pour the drinks over their hair, making sure it's far enough up that it cascades down their faces, hopefully getting into their eyes. 

Upon instinct they scramble up, shouting profanities, ready to fight as they wipe at their eyes and see me. 

This seems to make Bobby more pissed off.

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

[eltonjohndenver]

Slippers and Schoolbooks: Quarantine

Chapter 14

Series masterlist

@angelatwell​ 

characters: starkfredi, cartinelli, jackdaniels and 4 special cameos

“I'm going to kill you all.”

Quarantine. 

Peggy, angie, jack, and daniel (and chunky and rose) had moved out of their tiny apartment and into howard's mansion. And now they were all co-quarantining together. It was going at well as expected.

“Its 4/20 bitches!!” Howard yelled as he slid down the stair railing.

The others- who had been awake for some hours as it was 1 pm- groaned as he entered.

“Guyssss!” Howard whined, putting his phone down and slumping onto the couch next to peggy, “You’re rude and incorrect reaction ruined my tiktok!!”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “Why do you even have a tiktok?”

“Because how else can i show my gayness and wealth to the people of the world?”

“By being quiet.” Daniel grumbled,

“Oh shut up you’re just still pissy over what happened at the passover seder.” Howard said.

Daniel scoffed,

“Yeah i think we all are! All the food was italian, except for the only good thing which was the Matzah i made!”

“It's not my fault that we only have ingredients to make italian food in the house! And Joey made Matzah too!”

Peggy interjected “Yeah but it was just garlic bread without the yeast...”

----- joseph during the seder------

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Amid this and jack doing the renegade in the corner to his tiktok audience and angie recording him and setting it as her zoom background, they were interrupted when Joey entered the room covered in sauce

 “I need help.”

Howard began to stand up to help his boyfriend. Joey held up a hand to stop him.

“No, i need italian help.” He pointed. “Angie, come.”

Angie sighed, “God joseph, did you put parsley in the sauce instead of oregano again?” She closed her computer and got up.

Joey followed her back to the kitchen defeated 

“Yeah but they look so similar….”

The remaining group looked at each other in a ‘what the fuck just happened’ way. 

---- 

Peggy only had a few classes still going. Her main military studies was still running though, but her professor (Professor Phillips) was pretty inept with devices and so the class spent the whole time looking at his forehead. Naturally, only like 10 people showed up for the zoom meeting. And out of those 5 were probably asleep. And two students who peggy was mostly acquainted with- sam and bucky- were cyber bullying each other on the sidebar chat. Bucky’s boyfriend Steve, also a friend of Peggy and Howards (who btw was one of the people who didnt show up for the class today fdkjg), texted Peggy and explained that he had tried to stop the distracting harassment but gave up.

At the end of the class- or what probably was a misclick by the professor, resulting in the hanging up of zoom, peggy made her way into the kitchen. 

Angie was stirring the sauce while Joey was being yelled at over the phone by his mother.

In the other room, jack was facetiming Gamgam like he did practically every hour to make sure she was ok. 

Peggy’s phone buzzed, a text from howard-who was right next to her- that read

#sasb #slippers and schoolbooks #i dotn want to put in all these tags #peggy carter #angie martinelli #joseph manfredi #howard stark #jack thompson #jackdaniels #daniel sousa #cartinelli #starkfredi #starkfredi imagine #cartinelli imagine #jackdaniels imagine #marvel crack

[benoitblanc]

Jack Thompson for the ask game?

favorite thing about them: he's another character whose mess really endears them to me. he's terrible except when he isn't and he genuinely really cares about peggy and daniel except when they're in his way and he doesn't regret the choices he's made except for every minute of every day when his actions eat him alive. he just wants to be loved. he can't possibly imagine anyone would love him for who he is even when two of these people are standing in front of him. he is trying to do better. it is really damn hard to do better. i want to slap him and i want to wrap him in a blanket and give him a hot drink

least favorite thing about them: he's kind of a dick 90% of the time, lol. a lot of it is because he's trying to be someone that he isn't, but some of it is definitely just because he's a rat bastard. (but he's our rat bastard, damn it)

favorite line: there's a scene in 1.02 or 1.03 when krzeminski asks why dooley is giving jack a case instead of him. dooley replies with "krzeminski, do you have any friends in london?" and jack mutters "or anywhere else?" it's SO funny, because fuck krzeminski, and i love the little indications so early on that, like peggy and daniel, jack actually doesn't really like a good chunk of the other agents that much either. the difference, though, is that jack can and will pretend to fit in while peggy and daniel can't. it's a really clever little microcosm of their overarching dynamic throughout the show

OTP: under duress, i guess jackdaniels, but i'm really into the idea of jack ending up unattached. i don't know if he's just too deep in the closet or he's aspec or he just simply never met the right person, but it doesn't feel true to his character to have him end up in a relationship. (that being said, i think the idea of him ending up with three to five daughters is HILARIOUS and i am still trying to reconcile the two ideas)

nOTP: again, don't love him with peggy. i don't think their dynamic, which is so interesting in its own right, would have remained as good had the writers chosen to make it romantic

random headcanon: when peggy becomes the deputy director of shield in 1969, jack is her first pick for her deputy. when they aren't bickering, they work flawlessly as a team. they both retire in 1994

unpopular opinion: he's a fascinating character, extremely multidimensional, and on the slow and winding path to redemption. also, he should have been in the dream sequence. i seriously cannot imagine anything funnier than jack somehow being in the dream sequence

song i associate with them: "soldier" by fleurie

favorite picture of them:

every time he says "we are the ssr" i shout "FUCK YEAH YOU ARE" at my screen

send a character!!!

#thanks so much for asking!!! #answered #marvel #agent carter #jack thompson

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part eighty seven/

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: enjoy!

Warnings: light smut, death?, language

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"Maybe...maybe I can send them flowers? Everyone likes flowers right? Or send a muffin basket. People like to eat when someone dies." I rambled on and on as Nikki followed me through the house.

"I should just call right? It shows I care more than sending flowers or sweet treats. That's what I would like. Should I do that? What do you think I should do?" I took a deep breath in, trying to keep the tears from coming as I picked up scattered toys from both Arianna and Anarchy.

"Vanity.." Nikki spoke softly as he put his hand on my shoulder. I exhaled deeply before covering my face.

"How do I say I'm sorry for the lost of your child?"  I croak, sobbing into my hands as he pulled me flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his chin on my shoulder

Mick had called just a little while ago explaining to us that Sharise called to let him know Skylar had passed away due to complications from her cancer diagnosis. Mick mentioned Vince was a mess and couldn't pick up the phone.

Nikki kisses the back of my head. I hear him sniffling too, "Y-you should call him.." I turn in his embrace to face him, "He's your brother. You should reach out, he's probably in so much pain right now."

Nikki disagreed as he shook his head which caused me to cry harder, "I-I can't do that. He barely answered my calls months ago. He wouldn't answer them now. Especially not right now. He has his friends and family, Vanity."

I take a few deep breaths in through my nose as I try to relax, "Do you still have his number? I'll call him. It's-it's out of respect Nikki. Imagine if it was-if it was Ari.." I get worked up again, tears pouring out as I wipe at them to the point that it hurt.

"I don't want to think of that." He looks at me, rubbing his hand over his face before it rests over his mouth as he's thinking, "Just say whatever you need to say to feel better." He tells me as he reaches for the phone, punching in numbers before he's holding it out for me.

I take the phone stepping over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, he breathes in deeply before giving my hip a squeeze and goes out to the backyard with the dog.

I sit down on the couch, hearing the phone ring before a grumbled voice answers, "H-hey Vinny...it's Vanity. Vanity Blackwood.." I hear Vince's sigh of annoyance, "Mick just called...I am so sorry for your loss. I couldn't even begin to imagine what you're going through.."

Vince laughs a bit, "Yeah. Right. Look, I don't need to hear a pity party especially from you."

I frown a bit at his harsh tone seeping through the phone, "It's not like that at all Vince. We're still friends even if you and Nikki aren't...at least I think we are?"

"You and Nikki and your happy little family can just fuck the hell off! Don't call me again, Vanity."

My eyes water as I try to blink back tears, seeing Nikki standing at the glass door smoking a cigarette and looking at me, "Vince, it's not like that at all, I swear to you. I am sorry for your guys's fallout but I am just coming to you as a parent, that's all. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am and if you or Sharise need anything at all just let me know."

"I don't need shit from you."

"Vince-" I put the phone down when I hear the dial tone on the other line. I run my fingers through my hair, tugging on the ends as I sink into the couch. I should have just chose the nice flower bouquet and an apology note.

I close my eyes, hearing the sliding door open and shut before Nikki sits on the couch next to me. I raise his arm and curl up into his side, "He just said for me and my happy family to fuck off."

"He's upset and mourning doll...he doesn't mean it." I nod as I breathe in the scent of cigarette smoke and old spice deodorant.

"I know. Maybe I'll try Sharise."

Nikki sighed before reaching with his other hand to grasp my chin, pointing my head upwards to look at him, "Not right now Van, let her be with her parents. I'm sure she'll be with Vince too and they have each other. I know you have nothing but good intentions but just let it be for now, okay?"

I look at Nikki, nodding slowly as my eyes burn and sting with tears, "Okay..."

*Tommy's POV*

I yawned following Nikki around the antique store as he checked out some tables and lamps. I fumbled with some clock before Nikki scolded me like a child to put it down before I broke it, "Dude this store is boring.." I groan as we go further into the shop.

"God, you're worse than Arianna. I can't find anything anyways. I probably have to go to the shop out in Santa Barbra." Nikki tells me as we start heading back to front of the store, we wave bye to the shop clerk before walking through the mall.

I tune Nikki out as he starts going on about how he wants to redo the decor for his office. My eyes wander to the bright fluorescent lights of the jewelry store as my feet take me into its direction, "Hold on man, I want to look at something real quick."

I've been thinking about proposing to Clementine as we've been together for a little over a year now. Clem and I have never really talked about marriage other than my last two failed ones, "How'd you know you wanted to propose to Van? And how did you know it was the right time?" I turn to Nikki as I open up the door and walk in.

He chuckles a bit, "Uh...I don't know man? I just knew. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I know some people think we rushed into getting engaged and despite how everything is at the moment, I love her and I don't think I could ever imagine her being away from me. Why?"

"I don't know...with Clem being pregnant and everything I've just been thinking about asking her to marry me. I rushed with the other two and I just don't want to make the same mistake."

"Tommy, if you think you have to be married just because she's pregnant and society tells you it's the right thing to do then you're dumb. It's okay to not be tied up just in case it doesn't work out."

I shook my head looking at some rings in the glass case, "No, I don't want to marry her just because she's pregnant. I want to marry her because I love her. I just don't want her to feel pressured, I know you don't like her that much but I don't want her to freak out on me."

"Are you to gentleman looking for something in particular? I'd be happy to help." A busty redhead comes up to me and Nikki "Were having a sale today, our rings start at five thousand and it's 15% off for customizing."

I shake my head, "No thank you, I'm just looking for now.."

"Well, do you have anything that screams I'm sorry for being an asshole and I love you?" Nikki questioned as the woman laughed.

"Our diamond tennis bracelets are right over here. They're always a winner and they start at twenty five hundred."

"Thanks, I'll take a look around." Nikki tells her as I laugh a bit.

"In the dog house again?" I question as I bend down, finding a diamond on a simple gold band.

"When am I not in the fucking dog house?" I hear the eye roll in his voice, "I-I went on another date with Donna, but I didn't come home until the morning so Van thinks I'm sleeping with her now but I'm not. She'll barely say anything to me, but I'm not allowed to get mad when she's up late at night talking to whoever that guy is she's been seeing. All laughing and giggling and talking sweet. It makes me want to vomit."

"Well maybe you two shouldn't be seeing other people. That just sounds bad already, but sounds explosive for you two in particular. You really haven't slept with Donna? She's super hot."

We both smirks at each other like naughty school boys, "Yeah, she is isn't she? But no, I swear on Nonas grave I haven't slept with her. Just heavy make out sessions but nope, I've kept my dick in my pants. Would like it to go inside Van but she's being, well, she's being Van."

I laughed a bit as I glanced at some other rings, "Hate to break it to you man, but that's never gonna change. You think Clem would like that one?" I point to a silver band with an oval shaped diamond and a few smaller diamond wrapping around it.

I watched as Nikki shrugged, "I don't know man. It's simple but gets the point across. Clementine doesn't strike me as someone who would want a big fancy diamond that could be used as a paper weight."

I waved over that same redhead from earlier, "Uh...Maxine? Can I see that ring right there please?"

I wait and watch as Maxine unlocks the glass case, seeing Nikki wander off to go look at earrings. I smile when the ring is laid on a black velvet platform for me. I gently pick it up, seeing the jewels sparkle under the light. The inclusions of the diamonds created a rainbow affect as I tilted it back and forth between my finger tips.

"I think I'll take it. She needs a size 7."

"Oh that's wonderful! This is a very beautiful ring and any woman would be lucky to have it. Let me get it sized and wrapped up for you and I'll meet you at the cash register." Maxine tells me as she takes the ring and heads to the back.

I go over to Nikki seeing him holding up a gold tennis bracelet but every other stone was a ruby, or a garnet. I could never tell the difference.

"These dangler earrings would go absolutely perfect with the bracelet." The other woman tried selling it as Nikki shook his head.

"No, she doesn't like the dangler earrings. They get caught in her hair. But she has a pair of ruby studs that would go with them. It's her birthstone. But I for sure want the bracelet. Can you wrap it up nice for me? With the gold paper."

"Yes sir, of course."

We go up to the cash register as Maxine helps me first, she opens the box and shows me the ring before putting it in a red bag, "You made a very good selection. Are we going to be doing payments on the ring?"

I clear my throat hearing Nikki chuckle behind me, "No ma'am, I want to pay it in full." I grab my wallet from my back pocket and pull out my gold American Express credit card.

"Very well then, it will be a total of 23,700$." God, Clem's gonna kill me. I pay for the ring and thank her for helping. I step to the side for Nikki to come up.

"It's okay buddy, Vans ring was 85,000$ and we didn't even get married." He tells me as I rolled my eyes, "It's just collecting dust in my underwear drawer now."

"That will be 2,800$" I hear Nikki mumble something about a princess before he digs his wallet out and groans.

"She took my card the other day and didn't put it back." I watch as he then starts pulling out hundreds and fifties.

"Jesus Christ Nikki.." I shake my head "You really keep that much money in your wallet?"

"Sometimes..."

We both walk out of the store after, "I really hope Clemmy likes it...you think she will?"

Nikki glances at me, "Yeah man. She should at least. It's a nice ring and if she doesn't then it's not the end of the world you can always take it back for it to be customized or she can pick out her own ring. It will be fine T."

"I'm sure it will be too, but you know I get nervous sometimes." I confide in him as he nods, "Have you heard from Vince?"

Nikki takes a deep breath before exhaling, "No, Vanity tried calling him but he was not very welcoming about it. But we sent Sharise flowers the other day. Have you?"

I shook my head, "I sent him an email and expressed my condolences. I did get ahold of Sharise though...she was nice. Even said we can go to Skylar's service if we wanted too, but I don't know...I feel like Vince wouldn't be too happy about that. It fucking sucks man. I couldn't ever imagine what it's like to lose a kid."

"Yeah man, I know-" I wait until Nikki unlocks his car and we both get in, "Vanity cried for hours over it then we had to explain to Arianna why she was crying. That was hard to do, but I think she sorta grasped the concept of death. I just hope we don't have to tell her again for a long time. I can't stand seeing her little bottom lip quiver or her eyebrows pulling together in confusion like that."

"Do you think I'll be a good dad? I had a good dad and I turned out fine, no offense to you. But what if I'm not good enough or there for them enough?" I slump back into the seat as I roll down the window.

"Yeah thanks for that." He laughs a bit, "I think being a dad is easier than being a rockstar. Some days are harder than others. But you have a good head on your shoulders, plus you have Clementine and wasn't she a big help in New York?"

"I mean yeah she was, but it's different when it's your own kid I think. I should read some of those parenting books. You think that would help?"

"I don't know, Tommy? I've never read them, plus kinda missed out on the whole newborn baby thing, remember?"

"Well yeah, but aren't you two gonna have more? You'd read them then right?" I ask him as he just stays quiet and focused on the road, "You two have to have more kids. Arianna needs siblings."

"Tommy, you're asking a lot of hard questions. Van and I can barely get along at the moment. We haven't had sex since Valentine's Day, and when we did she made me wear a condom. I would like to have more kids with her, but right now is just not a good time for me and her." Nikki explains to me, but I can hear the pain in his voice. I always knew how much he loved her, how he would give his last dying breath to have her.

"I don't know why you two put yourselves through this. You two aren't in your twenties anymore, I mean shit Nikki, you're almost forty."

"Shut the fuck up." Nikki reaches over and punches my arm, "I know how old I am and I'm reminded every time Vanity points out a grey hair."

"Do you tell her she's the reason why you have grey hair? Because it's probably true."

*Nikki's POV*

I stand in front of Vanity, blocking the tv with the gift bag behind my back. Her eyes dart up to mine and she gives out a sigh of annoyance, "What Nikki?"

"What Nikki?" I mock her tone, laughing as she glares at me. I sit down on the chaise part of the sectional and hold out the gold bag by my index finger, "I got something, you want it?" I raise my eyebrows and a smirk plastered on my lips as she rolls her eyes and sits forward and reaches for it, "Ah, Ah, Ah...say please."

"You're annoying." Van says as she leans her head back against the couch, "May I please have it?"

"Why of course princess." I place the bag on her lap, chuckling a bit when she throws the tissue paper at me before pulling out a long velvet box. I see her look at me a moment before she opens it. She tries to downplay her smile as she clips the gold and ruby bracelet around her wrist, "Do you like it?"

Van nods as she looks at me, her cheeks warm and pink "Thank you, Nikki. It's really pretty."

"You're welcome doll. I figured it would help with an apology...I'm sorry I didn't tell you I would be staying the night with her. I'm sure I worried you when I didn't call. And I know Arianna was upset, believe me, she let me know. But I am sorry Van." I express softly as I move closer to her on the couch, taking her wrist in my hand as I look at the bracelet.

"I'm just mad that you spent the night with her and I'm stuck here overthinking about what you may or may not be doing. I don't like thinking of that stuff but I can't help it." She explains as I take her hand and press my lips to the top of her knuckles.

"I know princess. And I'm sorry for that. I know you overthink and get anxious sometimes, I shouldn't feed into it. But I promise you Van, I didn't do anything with her and I haven't done anything and I'm not gonna do anything. Okay?" I feel her intertwine our hands together as I look at her and repeat myself, "Okay?"

She stares at me a moment "Okay...but you better mean that Nikki or I swear to god, I'll move out if you even put the fucking tip in."

I grin as I lean over and kiss her cheek "What about a hand job? Will you still move out?" I laugh when she smacks my chest, "Have you slept with that guy you're seeing? What's his name?"

Van laughs turning her head to the side before looking at me, "His name is Jon, and no I haven't slept with him. I haven't even kissed him unlike you that comes home with a hickey." She points out before poking the fading bruise on the side of my neck.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What does he look like?"

"Um...well, he's taller than me. Has short, shaggy brown hair with some highlights. His ears are pierced and he has a few tattoos." She shrugs, "He travels back and forth between Jersey and here.." I see her glance at me as I nod.

"Oh cool. Some business dude? And you aren't bored of him? I'm surprised."

"Well...not really business like you're thinking..."

"Are you gonna see him again?" I question, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before her neck, smirking against her skin when she tilts her head.

"Yeah..next weekend. He has something planned for us.." I hear the shaky breath as my teeth gently nip her.

"He calls a lot doesn't he? That's nice of him, to check up on you...does he know about me? About us?" I question, letting my hand slide up and down her bare thigh under the blanket she's wrapped up in, finger tips dipping under the bottom hem of her pajama shorts.

Van nodded, relaxing against the couch, "He was very surprised to know that I knew you and that we have a relationship."

A deep chuckle escapes my lips as I grip her jaw in my palm and turn her head to look at me, "I'm surprised that didn't scare him off. How could an average joe live up to a rockstar?" I question, seeing her glance at my lips before looking back at me, "He couldn't please you like I could. Someone that already knows all your wants and needs...someone that knows how to get you going so easily." My hand falls from her jaw to wrap around her throat, squeezing just slightly as a I hear her quiet whimper. My eyes close when Van presses her lips against mine, her hands entangling themselves in my hair.

I reach for her arms and pull her onto my lap, her thighs straddling mine as I deepen the kiss. I grab a hold of hair in my fist, tilting her head back as I lick a stripe from the bottom of her throat to the top. I feel her nails digging into my chest before her fingers grip my shirt. Van presses her body against mine as she wraps her arms around me, she breaks the kiss her eyes staying closed as she rests her forehead against mine.

We stay like that for a moment before she tells me she loves me. I smile and peck her lips softly, "I love you too." My hands slide down her shoulders, taking the flimsy strap of the tank top with me as she does the rest of the work and pulls her arms out. I kiss across her chest as she holds my head in place. My tongue swirls around her nipples before I tug on them. My eyes glancing up at her as she moans and her head tilts back.

Her ass grinds against the tent in my sweatpants as I bite back my own moans and grunts. I feel her hand go between us as she dips inside my pants and boxers and starts jerking me off.

"Fuck me.." I groan, closing my eyes as my head rolls  from side to side. She leans closer, her tongue darting out against my neck as she kisses and sucks a bruise onto me. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I feel my cock leaking pre cum only for Vanity to gather it and use it while she strokes me. I start breathing heavier, feeling her speed up her ministrations as her thumb swipes over the tip repeatedly, "Fuck, Van...you're doing so good baby." I run my thumb over her bottom lip as she smiles, playfully biting it before taking it between her lips.

We both jump and she gives me a particularly hard squeeze when the house phone starts ringing. Annoyed, I reach for it on the the couch and say hello, tilting my head when Van kisses my neck.

"Is Vanity available?" I hear another mans voice as I roll my eyes.

"Yeah. Hold on." I take the phone away and hand it to her, "It's for you. I think it's your boyfriend." I smirk at her as she takes the phone from me.

I lean forward pressing my lips to her her neck and collar bone as she grips my hair and tries to pull me away, "No, no Jon I'm not busy. No, it's okay. I'm just watching TV." I look up at her as i move my head down, letting my tongue swirl around her nipple again before pinching the other one.

"Ye-yeah I'm okay!-" she gasps rather loudly when I bite down, "No, it's just the show I'm watching, um..just a soap opera. I'm a sucker for drama." She mouths 'stop' to me but I just shake my head.

"I'm doing okay, just been working and being a mom. Nothing to interesting going on over here. How about you? I miss you too Jon." I quirk an eyebrow towards her before shoving my hand into her shorts, feeling her panties and herself absolutely soaked. I slot a finger through her folds before rubbing soft circles against her clit. I laugh when she reaches for my hand to stop me.

"Is that Nikki? Um....yeah that's Nikki...soap operas are his guilty pleasure." Van grabs my shoulder when I slide two fingers in her, curling up against her immediately.

"Fuck...Jon I gotta go. I'll call you tomorrow afternoon?" I look up at Van with adoring eyes as I reach to press a kiss to her chin, twisting and pumping my fingers inside her faster as a small cry leaves her pretty lips.

I place soft and delicate kisses on her neck as I hear his muffled voice on the other line. Van stares at me with bright eyes, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth as I push another finger inside of her.

"Mhmm...yes that's-that's fine Jon! Just-I gotta go....oh fuck.." I watch as her body tenses, her eyes closing shut but her lips parting as I feel her nails claw at the back of my neck when she rides out her high.

I smirk at her when I take my hand out of her pants and bring my fingers to my lips, "N-no...I'm good..I just stubbed my toe really hard. I'll talk to you tomorrow Jon, okay? Goodnight." Vanity hangs up and throws the phone down, shoving on my chest as I laugh "It's not funny, Nikki! That's embarrassing!"

"Oh come on-" I roll my eyes, "You seemed to like it very much, maybe a little too much." I grin as she shoves me again.

"I can't fucking stand you." Vanity tells me as she pretends to put up a fight, but I see the playful smirk on her face before she's pressing her chest to mine and kissing me again.

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Wanderlust: Part 3

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4,305

Warnings: more yearning!!, cursing, vaginal fingering, riding, cockwarming, praise, drinking

Notes: Here it is!! The final part! Sorry this took me forever to get out, I really wanted to do it justice. I’ll probably write some little one shots for these two in the future! Gif by goddamn-jackdaniels. Tagging @fioccodineveautunnale , and @holamor ! If you would like to be added to my regular tag list, please message me!

You crisscrossed the country at a snail’s pace, staying as far west as possible to avoid any temptation to return to Kentucky. You saw sights more breathtaking than you could have imagined, and interacted with more people than you had in your entire life up to that point. But despite everything, despite how often you scolded yourself for feeling such a way, all the experiences fell flat. Your body may have been in Colorado, Nevada, or Oregon, but your mind was back at the Statesman.

You still stopped short of admitting that your heart was there with it.

You checked your bank account frequently, taking careful stock of your dwindling savings. You spent more nights in your car than not, going as long as possible without food to stretch your remaining dollars. With every stop, you tried to force yourself to imagine a life there, remembering Jack’s question of whether or not you had found a place that made the short list for you to stay.

No matter how hard you tried, the images your imagination concocted fell flat too.

Sometimes, when the nights were dark and you only had your thoughts for company, you let yourself drift in spirit back to Kentucky. The images of dancing with him after hours like you had the last time, getting to know the town he called home, and taking a few weeks out of the year to travel alongside him all kept you warm through the night. You almost always awoke later with a clear head and a shame-filled heart.

It was almost two months after you’d last been in Kentucky when you found yourself somewhere in the backwoods of Missouri, staring at your car ceiling as the rain outside pounded on the roof. Your attempts to sleep thus far had been unsuccessful, and you found your mind wandering back to the Statesman again. You sighed angrily at yourself as you continued to study your car roof.

Don’t get attached.

Don’t get attached.

...

Fuck.

You pulled your seat back upright, cursing into the dark as you did so. You kept trying to talk yourself out of what you were about to do, telling yourself that there was no way Jack felt the same way about you, that he was just being kind when he offered you an open door and a roof over your head. You stopped trying to listen to reason as you pulled out onto the road.

———

The drive back to Kentucky took longer than necessary. You took the most roundabout, scenic route possible, in hopes that you’d change your mind before you pulled into the Statesman parking lot and made a damn fool of yourself.

You finally pulled off of the highway and onto the empty street that housed the Statesman just as the clock turned to 3 am. A spark of panic lit up your chest and you worried that you’d missed your chance that night and that the bar was already closed. The heavy rain had followed you to Kentucky, and you dreaded having to spend another night in your car after coming this far. Your heart raced as you approached the bar and saw that the neon sign was still open and the lights inside were still on. You pulled your car into park, jogging to the front door. You attempted to open the door, but it had already been locked for the evening from the inside. There was no covering overhead, and you found yourself standing there lamely in the pouring rain with your fist raised to the door. Your courage and resolve up to this point had failed you.

Suddenly you registered the neon light overhead shutting off, as well as several lights inside. Realizing that your time was running out, you quickly rapped on the old door to the bar, praying it would be heard over the rain. You waited for a moment, the rain soaking through your clothes and chilling your skin. More lights inside were going dark, and you knocked again, more frantic this time. The cycle repeated one more time, and you found hot tears trailing down your face at the thought of being too late.

You made a move to knock one last time, but before your hand could connect with the door, it creaked open on its hinges, revealing Jack with a look on his face that melted from frustration to shock. The two of you stared at each other silently for a beat, tears still streaming down your panic-stricken face and your hands wringing together. Jack shook his head as if to reset his thoughts, then promptly grabbed you by the arm.

“Good god almighty, darlin’,” he said as he pulled you inside, “get in here and outta the rain!”

He walked you through the room and stood you in front of the bar area as he moved quickly behind it to grab a dish towel.

“It ain’t much, but it’s clean and it’ll do for now,” he said as he came back, cradling your face with one hand while the other came up to start gently padding the cloth at your face.

“God, you are freezin’, sweetheart,” he said quietly as he continued toweling off any exposed skin he could find. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I-I...I don’t-“ You stammered, unable to find the words to properly speak through your tears and uneven breaths. You struggled to discern why exactly you were crying.

“Okay, it’s okay, baby,” Jack murmured to you as he cradled your cold face in his warm hands, wiping at the tears with his thumbs. “If you’re okay with comin’ upstairs, I got some fresh towels and some clean clothes that should fit ya. I can toss yours in the dryer and give ‘em back to you as soon as they’re done. You gotta be cold, tumbleweed, you’re shakin’ like a leaf.”

You nodded mutely, giving in to the realization that you wanted nothing more. Jack nodded and gave you a gentle smile as he took your hand and led you back behind the bar and upstairs to his apartment. Once he had gotten you in the door, he led you to the bathroom doorway and handed you a large, fluffy towel as he busied himself with shuffling through his clothes. You wrapped the towel across yourself, grateful for the added warmth as you felt your shivers start to subside. Jack returned with a small pile of clothes, which you took gratefully and retreated into the bathroom. You changed methodically and numbly. After putting on the clothes Jack had handed you, you crept out of the bathroom to see Jack still standing where you’d left him when you shut the door.

“You go on and have a seat on the couch. Plenty of blankets there for you to curl up in. I’ll be in as soon as I get these in the dryer,” Jack said as he took your clothes and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You did as you were told and shuffled into the living room. You wrapped yourself in one of the blankets there and sat down on the couch, starting to feel the shame creep into your thoughts. Jack returned quickly enough, pulling over an ottoman so he could sit across from you. He reached for you then, holding your hands as he rubbed gentle circles into them with his thumbs. The only sound between the two of you was the thrumming rain on the metal roof.

“I’m sorry,” you finally rasped out.

“You got nothin’ to apologize for, sweetheart,” Jack said, thumbing away another stray tear as you scoffed in response.

“I have everything to apologize for,” you replied, “I disappeared for months, then showed up at your door after hours blubbering like a damn fool. It was selfish of me to put you in a position like that. Hell, you could have been with someone else for all I knew. I should have at least waited until tomorrow.”

“Baby, I told you the last time you were here. My door’s always open for ya. I meant that,” Jack said quietly, running his thumbs over the backs of your hands. “And... there ain’t been no one else since you. If you really wanna know the truth, sugar, I ain’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you since the first night you tumbled on in.”

You jerked your head up to stare at him with wide eyes. Surely he couldn’t mean that.

“Really?” You whispered.

“Yeah,” Jack said with a chuckle that was tinged with embarrassment, “there was just somethin’ about you, tumbleweed. Felt like I knew you forever. That sounds cliche and like somethin’ out of a shitty movie, but that’s the only way I know how to say it. Folks at the bar kept makin’ fun of me after you left cause every time someone would walk in I’d damn near break my neck to see if it was you.”

Your vision started to blur with fresh tears as your hands tightened around Jack’s.

“And then you came back,” Jack continued, a smile blooming on his face, “I got to talk to you again. See you laugh again. And honey, that dance was the best few minutes of my damn life, and it broke my fuckin’ heart to see you cry and walk away.”

“I thought about you too,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, “I kept trying to picture myself living in the towns I stopped at. Kept trying to see if any of them made the short list. But my mind always came back to here. To you.”

Jack’s face split into a grin, and you found yourself unable to resist mirroring it. The two of you leaned forward and rested your foreheads together as you laughed lightly. They were the laughs of people who were finally allowing themselves to deconstruct the walls they’d carefully curated for so long. And you finally let yourself think about how beautiful the sound was. Jack kissed you then. Your lips connected through the laughter, and you could feel his smile against yours. The world slipped away, leaving just the two of you in the low light of forever.

“Let’s get you on to bed, darlin’,” Jack murmured into the space between you, “you gotta be dead tired.”

You nodded in agreement, suddenly feeling your fatigue catching up to you through the adrenaline as Jack stood up and helped you to your feet.

“You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight if you want,” Jack offered.

“No,” you said, a bit too quickly for your liking, “no. You don’t have to do that. In fact, will you... will you stay with me?” You asked in an uncertain tone, prepared for rejection. Jack only smiled at you in response as pulled you into an embrace, placing a hand on the back of your head to hold you to him.

“I wouldn’t say no to that for the world.”

———

You woke slowly the next morning, the closed curtains offering little leeway for the rising sun. You basked in the warmth of the comforters and Jack’s body curled behind you, smiling at the realization that you were still holding the hand that he had wrapped around your waist the night before.

You did your best to turn around in Jack’s grasp without waking him so you could face him, but you still turned around to see him looking at you with bleary eyes and a tired grin.

“Good mornin’, sunshine,” he mumbled into the space between you.

“Mornin’” you mumbled back.

“Now this is a sight I could get used to,” Jack said, bringing up a hand to cup your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle, the type of action that melted you from sleep to consciousness. You moved your lips against his, wrapping an arm around his middle to pull him closer to you. The two of you continued your actions, until you heard a low rumble from the back of Jack’s throat as his kisses turned hungry.

You sighed against Jack’s lips as his hand slid down to the back of your thigh, lifting it up and over his waist. He shifted his hips against yours, grinding himself against your core. The two of you let out a groan that melted into a sigh, and you let your hands twist themselves into Jack’s hair as he continued to circle his hips against you. One of Jack’s hands slipped down, sliding down the front of the pants that he had loaned you the night before. You let out a whimper, leading Jack to press his nose against you.

“Shh, now, I’ve gotcha,” he said lowly against your skin, “you gonna let me take care of you, darlin’?”

You nodded, unable to properly find the wherewithal to speak. Jack’s lips found yours again as his hand slid down further to run through your slit, making you shiver with want.

“So wet for me already,” he whispered against your lips, drawing a high-pitched keen from you. “Baby, you keep makin’ those noises and I’m gonna cum before we even get started.”

The heat rising to your face at his words nearly blurred your vision. Jack continued to slide his fingers against you, finding your clit and circling against it. You canted your hips, bringing forth a low chuckle from Jack. He continued to circle your clit for a few moments, before shifting his hand further down to slide a finger into you with a groan. After several thrusts with one digit, Jack added another, then twisted his hand so he could nudge his thumb against your clit while his fingers curled inside you.

You rutted your hips against his hand, chasing the heat that was rising in your chest as Jack continued to murmur praises against your skin.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “ride my hand. Let me make you feel good, baby. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

Jack’s hand continued to slide against your pussy, bringing you closer to your peak with every movement. Before long, you found yourself unable to keep your hips moving at a steady rhythm, too focused on the pleasure to keep up. Jack’s other hand moved to grope at your ass, keeping you still as he took over the pace. It wasn’t much longer before you felt your walls clench around him and you came around his fingers with a cry as he continued his ministrations, determined to draw out your orgasm as long as possible.

“Good girl,” Jack groaned, “good girl. Keep cumming for me. Can’t wait to get my cock inside you.”

Jack decreases his speed slowly, reveling in the feeling of your aftershocks around his fingers before pulling out of you. He brought his hand up to his mouth, wasting no time in putting his fingers into his mouth to taste you. He then moved his hands down, dragging your shirt over your head before moving his hands directly to your breasts. You sighed as you closed your eyes, unable to do much more than grip Jack’s shirt as he massaged his hands against you. He then moved his attention to the pants you wore, tugging at them before you helped him remove them completely. You found yourself thinking vaguely that you were grateful your bra and underwear were still in the dryer from the night before.

You reciprocated Jack’s actions, helping him remove his own shirt and pants before he turned around to the bedside table and opened the drawer to pull out a condom. He made quick work of the wrapper, immediately rolling it onto himself as he moved to roll himself on top of you. However, before he could move far, you put a hand onto his chest, lightly pushing him onto his back as you moved to straddle his waist.

“Hey,” Jack said with a grin and a tone that expressed more than pleasant surprise as he bit his lower lip, “gonna ride me, baby?”

You nodded, grinding yourself against his cock.

“That okay with you?” You asked as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Oh baby, that is more than okay,” Jack responded as you lifted yourself slightly to grip him and line him up with your entrance. You eased yourself onto him, and Jack’s hands held your hips in a vice-like grip to keep himself from thrusting up into you. You both let out identical moans as you felt him bottom out, and you sat up straighter to put your hands over Jack’s as he stared down at the spot where the two of you were connected. Jack’s hands didn’t ease their grip, as if he was fighting to keep control.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, “gimme a minute baby. I’d like to last a little longer than two seconds, but goddamn it, I’ve never felt this good. Why don’t you - fuck - why don’t you just sit pretty like that for a sec and keep my cock warm, sweetheart?”

You nodded down at his salacious grin and offered him one of your own, reveling in the feeling of power that bubbled up in you at having a man like Jack in such a position. The two of you took several deep breaths before you felt Jack’s hands shift on your hips, effectively grinding you against his cock. You followed his lead, bringing your hands to his chest as you started to circle your hips against him. Your eyes fluttered closed as you bowed your head, unable to keep your eyes on Jack below you.

You started the pace slow, wanting to draw out your pleasure as long as possible. But before long, your hips started canting faster, and Jack’s started thrusting up into you with a growing fervor. Before you could register what Jack was doing, he pulled himself up in a sitting position, keeping you in his lap as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you with a feverish pitch that made you weak. Jack’s hands roamed, from groping your thighs and ass to running along your sides to cradling your face against his. As your breathing became shorter and heavier, you wrapped your arms around Jack’s shoulders as he continued to push his cock up into you, pulling your hips to him as he did so.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Jack panted, “never felt a pussy so good. You’re gonna ruin me for anyone else, sweetheart.”

“I could say the same for you,” you said, “you feel so good inside me, Jack.”

Jack caught you in an open-mouthed kiss, running his tongue along yours.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he said against your lips, “you gonna let me cum inside ya? Hm?”

“Yes,” you sighed out, “fuck, Jack, yes.”

You felt your core start to flutter as you came again, and the feeling of your walls contracting around him sent Jack spiraling into his own orgasm. Jack pushed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss as he stilled beneath you, letting out a guttural moan as you felt his cock pulse inside you. Jack kept you pressed against him, and the two of you panted into each other’s space as you nudged your foreheads together. Your eyes were still closed, and you both spent several moments coming down from your highs, too caught up in the feeling of each other to bother moving.

The two of you looked at each other when the haze started to lift, then dissolved into laughter through your heavy breaths. You had never felt so light.

———

The two of you spent the day around Jack’s apartment, shifting between curling up next to each other on his couch watching television and sitting at his kitchen table to nibble on home-cooked food over conversation. It felt like a natural routine, as if it were something you’d been doing for years. Jack had a habit of sneaking in as many kisses as possible, and you were hardly one to deny him. As the sun started to dip lower in the sky, Jack looked over at his clock on the wall.

“Well, ‘bout time to open up,” he said, “you’re more than welcome to stay up here if you want. Or you can come on down to the bar.”

You considered your options. You had surrendered to the notion that you didn’t want to be apart from Jack and more than necessary at the moment, so staying in the loft wasn’t an appealing idea. You told him you’d join him downstairs for the evening, and you watched as his face lit up in response.

The bar opened around 8pm, and a few scattered patrons filtered in over the next couple of hours. You sat at the corner of the bar, letting Jack do his work without complaint. Around 10pm, however, a loud rumble could be heard coming from outside as a large bus pulled into the lot.

“Looks like we’ve got a crowd comin’,” Jack commented casually, as if it was something that happened regularly. True to his prediction, you witnessed the bus doors open and dozens of patrons begin streaming into the bar. You took the opportunity to move to a corner booth on the far side of the room, not wanting to get in Jack’s way as he tried to keep up with demand.

You watched him work from your spot in the corner. Jack worked with practiced ease, fluttering between taking orders, mixing drinks, and serving. You’d never seen the bar this busy before, and Jack seemed to be wholly in his element in the crowd. Most of the night was spent people-watching and grinning into your own drink whenever you would catch someone being heavy-handed in their flirtations with Jack only to have him gracefully shrug them off. A decent number of these occurrences led to him catching your eye across the room and throwing you a wink.

Slowly over the next few hours, the group filtered out back to their bus outside. The noise level decreased back to the normal murmurs of the regular scattered patrons, and you took the opportunity to return to your usual seat at the bar itself.

“That happen often?” You joked.

“The big crowds? Naw,” Jack replied, “we don’t see too much traffic out this way. Mostly just regulars or bus-fulls of tourists on their way elsewhere.”

“Oh I wasn’t talking about the crowd,” you responded, still wearing a grin. “I was more talking about the, what, dozens of people who were about to try and jump over the bar at you?” You chuckled at the thought and Jack laughed along with you.

“That? Eh, it happens. ‘Specially with the big crowds. Most of ‘em are just tryin’ to charm their way to a free round. Not a one of ‘em could ever compare to you though, so they ain’t got much of a chance,” he said with another wink at you.

“Oh, don’t let Jack fool ya, little lady!” came a yell from down the bar from the man Jack had introduced as Champ the last time you’d been there. “There was a time not so long ago where Jack here would flirt with anythin’ on two legs! That loft of his got a lotta use before you came along, missy!”

You snorted into your glass as Jack’s face turned red and he grumped loudly at Champ to “watch himself”. A few other patrons also joined in on the good-natured ribbing, leading to Jack threatening to cut them off for the evening before they went back to their own conversations. You smiled to yourself through the exchanges, thinking about how you could get used to the energy here.

The night drew on, and before long Jack was sending out his usual last call before closing. The remaining patrons soon filtered out, and Jack busied himself with his typical closing duties. You watched him intently, noting how he left the jukebox on after the lights had been turned off. He walked over to it, put some change into the slot, and soon a slow country song started crooning through the speakers as Jack walked over to you and held out his hand.

“Might I ask ya for a dance, sugar?” He asked. You smiled and took his hand, letting him lead you out onto the floor. The two of you fell into the same position that you had last time, with one of Jack’s hands around your waist with the other holding one of yours. The two of you swayed to the song, your foreheads pressed together. You both kept your eyes on the other, sneaking kisses throughout the song as you moved together. Jack had a look on his face that could have only been described as pure adoration, and you were sure that your expression mirrored his. The song faded to silence, and Jack moved his hands around your middle as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“So whaddya say, tumbleweed?” He asked into the space between the two of you, “Mind stayin’ for a little while longer?”

You smiled at him then, sighing to yourself as you finally buried the rest of your overbearing pride for good.

“Yeah,” you said finally, “Yeah, I think I’d like that. Only if I won’t be a burden, of course.”

“Baby, never in a million years,” Jack replied, leaning in to kiss you again.

You had wandered for long enough. And you knew that eventually, your wanderlust would catch up with you again. But that night you finally laid your weary soul to rest as you basked in the knowledge that no matter how far you wandered, Jack would always be there to welcome you home.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #smut #Ghost scribbles #GOD I am so excited to have this done!!!

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stuck in quarantine. | joe mazzello x fem!reader

- I’m the worst. This took so long, I fell into a small case of writer’s block in middle of writing this. but it’s up and I hope you all enjoy!

prompt; quarantine time equals baby making time.

words; 3k

this piece includes unprotected sex(please wrap it before you tap it!) if you’re not interested don’t read under the cut! :: breeding kink, oral(f!m!receiving), handjob, pet names, strong language and other materials that may not be suitable for others.

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I listened to this while writing.

Days ago your governor declared a state shut down due to the COVID-19 outbreak officially making its rounds across your city and other counties close by.

At first, you and many others were taking the whole pandemic as a bit of an exaggeration.

You heard about the symptoms which seem like nothing to a young, healthy person like you. You couldn’t help but giggle about the crazy line stories at the stores you were hearing. Everyone’s reactions and precautions, like an apocalypse was about to ascend.

But once it began hitting home, affecting your job and livelihood. It had stop becoming a joke to you. It was more serious than you thought.

Luckily for you, you weren’t facing this troubling time alone. Your boyfriend Joe had flew back home after the production of his latest movie had been put on hiatus indefinitely. You did feel terrible that his project got cut short but.

You’d be lying if you weren’t happy about having Joe all to yourself until... god knows whenever the glass globe surrounding the world would be lifted.

So the both of you laid cozied up along the sofa, Joe’s warm chest was pressed firmly against your back, with you lying closely in front of him, filling in every curve and crevice of his body. Limbs entangled together as you cuddled, keeping warmth at a high with the living room throw draped over you both. Feeling his soft breaths against the crook of your neck, Joe’s toned arms tightening around your waist every so often, while you traced your little fingers upon his arms.

Aimlessly watching the blue screen across from the sofa, Joe had moved his arm that was wrapped over you down to your leg, overlapping his. Left exposed from the skimpy fabric you called sleep shorts you were wearing. Giving him access to the fresh shaved smoothness you worked on the night before.

At first it wasn’t anything, just nonchalant, gentle circles drawn from the pads of his long slender fingers along the top of your thigh. Joe enjoyed touching you any chance that he could. Tracing your soft, delicate skin that felt like a road to home.

It was the moment when you relaxed closer into him than he thought possible. Sighing sweetly, vibrations passed your lips and onto him.

That it pinged an array of ideas of spending this time, thoroughly.

Joe continued his exploration, watching for signs of you catching his drift as his hands reached higher levels along your thighs. Moving further till his hand crept under the hem of his shirt you were wearing. Still engrossed by the tv, Joe had to up his attempts.

He nuzzled his face and lips into your vanilla scent hair, savoring and feeling the softness against his lips, planting a kiss under your ear. Beginning a short trail, he freed his hand from under the throw and moving your hair off your shoulder and neck.

You giggled into the sensation of Joe’s lips meeting your neck, igniting your attention. Trailing from your neck, to the back, back again and up to your face and temple.

“What are you doing, Joseph?” You muttered low, taking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Trying to but poorly subside the tingles dancing down your spine. His plump, determined lips now covering the silk skin, further out across your shoulder before they paused.

“Appreciating you.” He answered, his voice silvery and low to your ears. Continuing on. Shading your cheeks pink by his words.

You chuckled soft, “Really?” Joe humming a short “Mhm” before proceeding the assault.

“Well I think this is you distracting me.” You said in a matter of fact.

You two were watching a silly romcom you had found after being elected to pick next. It was cute, light and whimsical. Marriages and little babies being born. Keeping your mind off a time like this.

You smiled at the feeling of his muffled laugh by his lips on your skin.

Moving and lifting himself behind you to give more space. He placed his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down onto your back, lightly to get a better view.

“You think so, huh?” He smirked, hovering over you now. Catching his chestnut orbs with your own while gazing up at him.

His dark auburn hair disheveled from laying about, tinted in bronze hues from a lamp nearby. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the little hairs at the back of his head in your fingers. You nodded, “Mhm, I do.”

Joe cackled, throwing his head back before he looked back down at you, smirking. “You got me! I am.” He admitted. You scrunched up your face, playfully pinching his bicep. He cried an ouch in between laughs before he took both of your hands in his. Setting them at the sides of your head in his large ones.

He stared at you momentarily, just taking in your current state beneath him, his favorite kind where you were just your natural, beautiful self.

“But you know,” he began then, lowering his face closer to yours. “there’s something else we could do instead of watching babies in movies.”

You rolled your eyes up at him, a playful tude already cascading your face, preparing for the antics he had under his sleeves.

“Oh, and what’s that?” You asked, then.

Joe then placed a light kiss to your lips before disappearing from your view and to the left side of your face.

“Making one.” He whispered, his hot breath grazing the lobe of your ear before it followed with a firm kiss at the spot below. Causing a swarm of chills descending down your spine and right to your core. A mixture of both desire and shock from those words un-expectancy.

“You want to have a baby with me?” You questioned, makingsure that you heard clearly.

He removed one of his hands from yours, moving it to the top of your head, his long fingers feather-like to your skin as he moved the flyaway strands around your face. “Of course.” He clarified.

You’ve discussed the idea here and there, after he proposed to you a few months back. The topic was more fluid with comfort for the forever commitment between the both of you. Any chance you got, the comments were thrown and “A mini Mazzello” was aspiring. You both loved children, it was a long time dream. So why wait any longer?

“Babe?” Joe broke, removing you from your thoughts, “Hm” he chuckled before smiling at your bewilderment. “What are you thinking?” He asked, then.

Smiling, you freed one of your hands from Joe’s ginger locks. Cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lips “About what you’re waiting for?”

You swore you never seen Joe’s eyes grow so wide, he deviously smile at you, “Dont have to ask me twice.” Not getting a second to react and his lips were on yours. Kissing him back so sweetly having only be just as needing as he hummed when he deepened it, and the kisses trailed all over your face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Joe took this as a invitation, straightening himself out over you, parting your legs with his knees before he slotted between them. Hovering over you now.

Both trying fast enough to help one another out of each other clothes. The instant your shirt hit the floor, Joe’s lips latched to your skin. You smiled at his neediness, eyes closed, melting into the feeling of mouth on your skin like it was the first time. From your neck to your collarbone, letting out a short gasp when you found the sweet spot. Skillfully taking his trail along the tops of your breasts. His large hands, perfectly cupping them. Kneeding them and his thumbs over and around your harden nipples.

Joe came back to your face, planting another chaste kiss to your lips, “I’ve waited for” he spoke in between speckling your jaw and mouth, “this moment.”

You giggled at his confession, securing your arms him. “Yeah?” You got out edgewise between a moan. “Mhm” he nodded, trailing his lips now further down to your breasts.

“There’s not a moment in the day that I haven’t thought about you pregnant.” he began, pressing a kiss to the valley “I think about putting a baby in you all the time.”

The vulgarity of that sentence slipping pass his lips left you a blushing mess, “tell me more. Please.” You said, turning into a round of moans the second his lips clasped around your nipple. He pulled away momentarily, his eyes on you, “I think about how even possible, you could be more beautiful. With our a baby in you.” lowering himself again. Bringing your neglected nipple into his mouth.

For Joe, this had been an ultimate goal for him ever since he could remember. The whole concept was a fascination to him. A human being, being created with parts of him and favorite parts of the love of his life? To the magic of a woman’s body, molding that little person, bringing it into the world. And that woman being you? You bearing a child, his child... to say that Joe wanted it the worst way, really was an understatement.

Moving away once more, inches away from your skin. “How” Beginning a scattering of kisses around and under your breasts,

“How strong.”

“How caring.”

“How loving.

“How smart.”

Stopping to look at you, “how wonderful of a mother your gonna be.” He finished, then. Diving in again. You bite your lip, concealing yourself to not break down right then and there at his words.

It escalated, his mouth was everywhere. Traveling down your body. Throwing your head back further into the cushion behind you, gasping when he took your harden nipple again into his mouth, tracing X's and O's over and around. Bringing Joe closer to your chest as he worked you up. Your fingers grasping at his dark ginger locks. Him kissing, licking, sucking, biting at every bit of your bare skin. Earning him moans and whimpers from you, who was a mess now beneath him.

You wanted him now, you were done with the way he toyed with you. You smiled into a moan when you felt his erected shaft underneath his briefs, graze inside your leg. Giving away that he wanted you just as much.

You wrapped your legs around him as you felt your clitoris throb, drenching the fabric of your panties. Joe smiled at you, wanting to say something witty about your eagerness but he didn't say a thing. He came back up to kiss you one more time before going back down your body again. Kissing above your panties, his fingers rubbing at the outside over your heat.

“Feels like you’re ready to see that happen too.” He said, you nodded ferociously. He groaned,  not waiting a moment longer before he pulled down your panties. You moaned as you felt the sharp chill grace your cunt.

Joe continued to tease, starting from your knee and aligning kisses on your inner thighs. You bucked your hips once at him, immediately his hands meeting them and his chestnut eyes flashing up at you to be “hold on, baby.” he muttered against you. Leaving you irritated as your head forcefully met the pillow. Your essence of a tantrum beginning helped you, when you felt his mouth kiss your mound.

You shuttered in surprise, only to then feel it strike of his tongue like an electric shock to your body. Soft and slow, a divine misery he caused. As he was careful, building you up till you thought you were ready enough for him. You moaned loudly, echoing through the living room. Feeling hot to the touch, as he set fuel to your fire. You squirmed, reaching for his hair as you were reaching your peak. Joe knew, taking your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Intertwining your fingers as he devoured you until you came.

He moved away a bit. Kneeling between your legs after he was done tasting you, you caught his gaze. Being it was hard to follow when you seen his cock hard and waiting to spring free from his briefs. It made your mouth water, you wanted to taste him. You couldn't wait for him to be clenched around your walls. Your hands met his hips, fingers slipping under the elastic of his briefs. Sliding them down to his knees and watching his harden cock slap against his stomach. Licking your lips at the delicious sight.

You took your hand, wrapping it gently around his shaft. Pumping slow, “Y/N, please.” He begged, wanting to feel your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, beginning to work him. You looked up through your long lashes, watching as he threw his head back, lips parting to let out a sweet moan pass his lips, groaning. You moaned around him at the sight above you, proud of the praise.

You then began to bob your head around him, swirling and running your tongue down and around his shaft. Earning more appreciation with every moan, groan and praise he gave you. “You feel so good around me. Such a good girl..” the whole dictionary of filth keeping you going. Joe loved the way your mouth and tongue felt against him, but he was growing close with each stroke, each suck, each pump and he didn’t want to meet the finish line yet.

Joe tapped your cheek, backing away from your grasp. You began to chased him but he cupped your face, tilting you up to look at him, leaning down to kiss you, “Lay down for me.”

You obliged then, feeling you back meet the couch cushions and Joe follow after. He kissed you again, a hard, longing kiss. His hands running from your waist to your hips, directing to wrap your legs around him. Joe then grabbed himself, pumping himself, lining himself to your entrance. He placed his cock between your folds, sliding back and forth to lubricant himself in your juices before he began pushing into you.

It wasn’t very often that Joe didn’t wear a condom. Feeling him raw was amazing, even more so now with the reasoning behind it. He slowly entered you, feeling every ridgid egde, every vain and crevice of him until he completely disappeared in you, bottoming out.

You both waited just a moment to adjust to the new feeling, sharing sweet kisses and affirmations before you gave him the go to continue. Slow, careful thrusts into you. Hands all over each other, you couldn’t count how many times you kissed. Both your moans, groans, whimpers and sweet nothings colliding with the faint sounds of the television still on across.

The mix of paces, fueled of love and passion, it drove you insane how amazing it felt. There was no longer a filter for neither of you, words you didn’t know fell from one another, sounds you didn’t know you could make were sounded out. You swooned when he groaned and moaned for you. Watching the twinkle in his smile everytime you praised him, “you’re going to be such a great dad.” Only to have him pick up more, drive you further to the edge. Pulling you closer to him, furthered fleshed to him then you could imagine. Just so enraptured by the moment.

Your climax was growing closer by each second, Joe knew with every signaling tight clench around his throbbing cock, “Joe, I-I’m close, Baby.” You mustered the energy to call out, Joe nodded, “So am I, y/n. Come with me.” He kissed you swiftly.

Suddenly surprising you when he brought your leg to rest on his shoulder, burying himself deep inside and thrusting erratically, pounding into you. You were in awe watching Joe furrow his brows from time to time as he grew closer too. Before resting his forehead to yours now, and you beginning to feel the heat rising quickly, engulfing from your curled toes to your belly.

Without another warning, you met your orgasm. Screaming out in absolute pressure. Your back arching, closing any gap possible between you two and letting the feeling wash over you and take over any little control you had of yourself. Joe met his second a behind you, groaning loudly as he road it out, holding you close as you trembled and you kissed him so much as he came and twitched inside you. Before breathlessly collapsing onto your chest.

Joe still kept a grip on you as he rested on you. You combed through his now sweaty and damp hair. Just lying there motionless for a while, both hot and sticky, the good kind. Processing and waiting for your breathing to regulate its patterns again.

“That was... wow.” Joe broke through the thick air of the room. You chuckled beneath him, vibrating against his ear and causing him to smile weakly. “It was.” You replied, quietly. “That could’ve been the one.” You said once more, allowing your thoughts free. Joe turned his head up to you, placing on hand on your stomach to rest on.

You watched him take his lip between teeth before slowly nodding. You smiled down at him as he picked himself up to reach up, cupping your face in his hand. and kiss you, deeply once more.

He pulled away, laughing lightly when you chase his lips before he kissed the tip of your nose and rested in the nook of your neck and chest. “But you know,” he started, tracing over your collarbone with his fingers. “We can always go another round.”

You let out a loud chuckle, before looking down at Joe who was already looking up at you, with a goofy toothless smile. “Oh yeah?” You questioned, then. Joe nodded, “Mhm.”

“You know, for safe measures.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes before looking at him again. “Well then,” you began. “what’s the hold up?”

And before you could say anything else, Joe and you were up on your feet. Scurrying like two fools in hopelessly and utter in love with each other, to the bedroom.



#bohemian rhapsody #joe mazzello #borhap #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello smut #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello imagines #dad!joe #slutforbritdick

[likesomekindofcheese]

Content Creators Appreciation Part Two

Hello!!! Here are even more people in this fandom whose work I appreciate!

@deacytits has the BEST smut (if you’re of age) and also gives some knowledge about sexual health, her hcs and imagines are amazing! Give her a look!

@rogerina-is-hotter-than-me is one of the best writers I’ve seen: descriptive, lovely, full of imagery, yet precise and perfect. I feel like I’m reading a true masterpiece. And of course, for those of you into Prof! Gwil...this is the place to head over to. Plus she is so humble and honest and sweet and inclusive!

@theborhapboysawakenedmywhatever​ Hera! A true Athenian Goddess! She has created so much and works her tail off and deserves all the love in the world! Go through her hcs and series-it’s amazing! I especially love her Prof gwil series as well for those of you who are into that!

@acrosstheuniversein39years​- Shw Mai FREYAAAA!!! I LOOOOVE YOUUUU!!! And your works are dramatic and gripping yet leave a smile and tkae you through all the feels!! Rwy'n dy garu di ffrind!!!

@radiogagah6​ What a sweetheart! And lovely writing! And yet down to earth and easy to talk to!!

@roger-meddows​ just masterwork after masterwork! A total sweetheart too! The darlingest of darlings!

@70sdreamqueen​ a beautiful aesthetic plus can handle and write well about everyone? Need a good escape or reason to grin or blush? Read their work!

@joeneslee​ cute, an actual angel, intuitive, plus having amazing skills and talents doesn’t hurt either! I love you immensely!

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​ you capture Joe exceptionally well and are always funny and think outside of the box! A real treasure!

@queenmylovely​ you make beautiful edits AND writing? Slay every day!!!

@johndeaconshands​ beautiful, lovely writing! And your Jimcurery works captures their beautiful love for each other to a T!

@supernaturalee​ an actual angel from heaven sent to grace us with her kindness, listening ear, lovely way with words, wisdom, and endless amounts of patience

@killerqueenunderpressure​ beautiful and fabulous, multi talented, and perfect!

@isitstraightvodka​ THE baddest, best bitch ever town, just *screams!* Always friendly, positive, and sweet, deserves EVERYTHING!! PLUS you write?!?!?!?!?! And its!?!?!?!? Amazing?!?!?!?!

@kalypsichor​ can draw the most amazing works and write! A total treasure!

@queenlover05​ a total kindhearted Disney princess if you ever met one! And talented and writes like a dream too!

@hermajestyborhap​ just blows my mind every time, I honor you!! You deserve all the love and sweets of your choice!

@mistymazzello​ your headcanons capture my heart every time! I wish I could live in your writings! And you have such a nice, pretty, consistent aesthetic too!!

@bensboynton​ every time I read your work I freaking FALL IN LOVE with Ben all over again, you have power, my dear!

I am sure I am missing a few people, but just know you all work so hard and whatever part of your creative journey you are on, know that your work is seen and appreciated by me and you have brought joy into at least one persons life, and gave all of us meaning and comfort and life!

And of course...

@two-lovers-together​ organized this, but her writing is beautiful and she is so empathetic and caring and her works make me cry and sigh and smile and feel again, and when I read her work, I feel human!

#content apreciation day #queen content appreciation day

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Love’s treasure; Kili x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile but I finally got the inspiration and time to do this fic after getting the boost from another Kili and Fili request as well as my Celestial story.  So @sweetpeapod​ thank you for your patience and hope you see this fic and enjoy it as much as I did writing it these past couple days.

Synopsis: Reader is Aragorn’s older cousin (I imagine by 11 years so she’s about 21). Gandalf knew of her skills as a Ranger for both tracking and navigating and sought her out to be apart of the company.

NO WARNINGS REALLY JUST SOME FLUFF and a bit of angst from parental death/abandonment. 

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@plethora-of-things​

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@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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I observed the dark blue bead in my hand and pondered just how it had gotten lost.  It was a game I’ve always like to play, anytime I would find a lost object or weapon I’d always come up with a good story on why it got lost and whether or not the owner of said object is out there scouring Middle Earth for it’s safe return.

“What are you up to sister?” I looked up and peeking from behind the Elvish statue was my baby cousin Aragorn, or better known for his safety Estel.  Yes, Aragorn the future king of Men is in fact my cousin on his mother’s side (she is my father’s younger sister).

“I thought you were to be in your studies with Lindir? He’s taken a great deal of time and effort to educate you little one.” I lectured him with a raised brow as he came and sat down beside me on the bench.

“But I already know of the founding of Rivendell and how to speak Elvish.”

“Then tell me who was the mentor of Lord Elrond?” I replied in Elvish.  He looked at me puzzled before he crossed his arms pouting.

“I don’t like you no more.”

“Oh yeah not the first time you’ve said that to me. Or the time after that or the time after that.” I playfully reprimanded him lowering my voice to as deep of a baritone as I could muster while tickling his sides making his squirm and laugh.  “What was that you were looking at earlier?”

“What? You mean this?” I said picking up the bead.  He looked at it with curious eyes and asked me.

“Where did it come from?”

“Why don’t you answer that question. Where do you believe this bead came from cousin?” he stared at the bead, pondering over it.  His tongue slightly peeking out from his lips as he said.

“I believe…..this bead came from some merchants who were on their way to the Blue Mountains when suddenly trolls from the North ambushed them and gobbled them all up, leaving only this bead.”

“Goodness child! You really believe such a cruel fate came to innocent merchants?” he nodded.  “Alright, then I’m going to have to speak with Elladan about changing your bedtime stories.”

“No please (Y/n). He tells the best stories don’t make him stop!” I smirked softly and said as I ruffled his head.

“Very well Estel. Now care to help me braid this into my hair?” he nodded as I sat down onto the floor so that he could properly braid my hair before putting the bead on it.

“Where do you think this bead came from sister?” he asked me.

“Well little one I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it. And I think this bead might hold more meaning than meets the eye. I believe this bead was once part of a Prince’s clothing ensemble. My story is that he fell in love with a woman but wished to give her not gold or jewels for her hand, but something more meaningful to him. So he took this bead from his clothing to present to his love. However, when he went to present his gift to his love, he had overheard of his love being taken by orcs while she was out for a ride on her horse. In his haste, he dropped the bead hoping to rescue his love in time.”

“And did he? Did he ever save his true love?” Estel asked me as he paused in mid-braid.

“I’d like to say they did. And the two of them are living together in the comforts of their newly built home hoping to raise a family together.” We both turned around and there stood Kili.

“Prince Kili!” exclaimed Estel as he raced over to the young dwarf prince.  Kili smiled at my cousin and ruffled his head playfully before greeting him.

“Hello there Estel, being good for your cousin I see?”

“(Y/n) was telling me of a bead she found while out on your travels.”

“So I overheard. Hope it’s alright if I added a small opinion to your story.” He said turning to me.

“I’m always open to new suggestions. I tend to leave mine in a mist of mystery. Drives this little one nuts.”

“She never seems to want to finish the story with her trinkets and earnings.” He whined.

“One day lad you’ll see that sometimes it’s better when things are left to the imagination, instead of always having a one-sided ending.” Kili said to Estel.

“And speaking of story endings, it’s best that you get back to your studies with Lindir. He’s probably already alerted Lord Elrond of your skipping’s. And you know how Lord Elrond is that you keep up with your studies.”

“Aww! But Kili only just arrived.” Estel whined.

“Tell you what lad, you head back and finish your studies. Then once you’re done, meet me and my brother in the training grounds and we’ll teach you how we Dwarves battle off orcs and goblins.”

“Can I sister please?!” Estel begged me clasping his hands together and looking up at me with those bright blue eyes of his.

“If your mother and Lord Elrond say it’s alright.” Estel cheered before racing off and bidding us goodbye.  I playfully shook my head, “I swear that child is more like a rabbit than a boy. Always full of energy and on the move.”

“Ahhh let him enjoy it. He is young, soon he’s going to grow and lose that sense of wonder and joy once he gets out into the real world.”

“You didn’t.” I teased as Kili gawked and softly laughed.

“True, but there are times where I wish I could go back to the days of my childhood. Me and Fili battling out against dragons and orcs and winning without any consequence of the outcome.” I nodded in agreement.  “So what was the bead that you and your cousin were discussing the origins of?” I then showed Kili the strand that Estel had braided for me which held the dark blue bead in my hair.

“I had found it just shortly before we had a run in with those trolls. Saw it hidden just beside a small patch of rocks. Figured it was worth keeping rather than letting it be forgotten amongst Yavanna’s earth.” When I turned to Kili I saw that his eyes were widened and his jaw seemed tense.  “Kili? Kili?”

“Huh? What sorry I-I was…..I have to go.” Suddenly he turned his back and hastily left the garden. My head tilted confused as to why he had left so sudden without another word? I shrugged before sitting back down to admire the bead.

*Kili’s POV*

She had my bead. (Y/n) had my family bead, not only did she have it but she was wearing it. Could-could it mean? No that’s impossible! There’s no way a Ranger of the North could fall for someone like me? But then why would she place my bead into her hair and have it braided?

“…..li? Oi Kili!” I snapped out of my daze to see Fili and Bofur standing before me in what appeared to be a den area of the Elvish realm.  All over the place there were beds and wooden furniture carved to perfection.

“You looked about as lost as a lamb there lad, everything alright?” asked Bofur.

“I—well I’m beginning to question that myself.”

“What is it Kili? You’re not ill are you?”

“No Fili, well not in the normal sense of illness.”

“Ahh-hahaha I think I know.” Bofur said.  “You, Kili, have fallen under the sickness of love. And I think I know just who it is that has caught your affections.” Bofur wiggled his brow towards my brother as I let out a groan.

“It’s not like that!”

“So you don’t have feelings for (Y/n)?” asked Fili.  I did a double take towards my brother and said to him.

“Wait you—you knew?”

“Your my brother Kili. You may have always been a flirt back home but never before have I seen you act around a woman the way you do with (Y/n).” I felt my face heat up as I said to them.

“It’s not just that.” They both looked at me perplexed.  “Remember how I had told you Fili that I had lost one of my beads that mother gave me?” my brother nodded.  “It turns out (Y/n) had found it. Not only that but after just recently talking with her, I had seen that she had braided it into her hair.”

At that confession, they both began to understand the gravity of the situation.

“Surely she must not know what it means to us. I mean you see a bead and the first thought is to braid it into your hair. Surely she can’t know what it means to us, does she?” I asked nervously.

“I wouldn’t be knowing Kili, but if I am honest with yah, I think she might feel the same about you.” Bofur said.

“How would you know Bofur?” I snapped.

“You may not know it laddie, but that lass will look at you when she knows you’re not looking. And I see the same loving look in her eyes that you give to her.”

“You’re jesting Bofur. There’s no way she looks at me like that!”

“I wouldn’t be too sure brother.” Fili said.  I turned to him as he continued, “Remember back with the trolls? When they were going to put you onto the spit, (Y/n) fought to take your place.”

“But wasn’t that because we’re part of the same company? She’s just looking out for us. That’s her nature. Her kind, caring, motherly nature.” I trailed off as I felt my heart skip a beat.

“All I’m saying brother is maybe you should talk to her.”

“And how should I start it off? How about saying something like, ‘Greetings (Y/n), you know the bead you’ve got in your hair in that braid? It’s actually my family bead and by braiding it into your hair you’ve agreed to be my wife. Will you marry me?’ No.” I scoffed the last part.  “I can’t force that onto her.”

“I’m not saying lead on with that. But maybe just talk to her and see if there is any mutual feelings between the two of you. If there is, you’ll finally be happy with her. If not, then at least you’ll have your answer.”

“And if it is a rejection that comes my way? How do you expect me to cope with it? She’ll never look at me the same way again.”

“Even if she does reject your affections Kili, I doubt (Y/n) is the kind of person to make whatever bond she makes feel inferior to how it was before. But like your brother said laddie, you’ll never know unless you talk to her.” Bofur said.

I looked at the two of them, took a deep breath and thanked them for the advice before I left to go find (Y/n) before it grew dark.

*1ST Person POV*

I was at the training grounds with my bow and arrow hoping to get in some last minute training before I would retire for the night.  I notched an arrow onto the bowstring, pulled it back, took a breath before steadying my hand and let the arrow fly.  It hit dead center and I notched another arrow into the bow before releasing that and it hit the center as well as splitting the arrow.

“Ahh, when did you learn to do that?” I turned to see Kili looking between me and the target in amazement.

“When I was a little girl, when I refused to believe that a bow was just something my aunt would tie to my curly locks.” I said notching another arrow into my bow and fired it at the target splitting the other two arrows.  “My uncle agreed. He said learning to fight was essential whether you wore a dress or trousers. He was the wisest man I ever knew.”

“Wish my kin were as supportive at first when I had wish to take the bow and arrow as my main weapon of choice.”

“Thing was he wasn’t just supportive. My uncle he—he was the only father figure I ever had after my own dad walked out on my mother. After she was killed by orcs, my aunt took me in. He took me aside one early morning, taught me everything I know about fighting and said to me, ‘(Y/n), my little raven. If you remember what you’re fighting for you’ll never miss your target’.” I said remember my uncle Arathorn as a good man.

He was not only a good leader to the Rangers up in the North, but he was a loving man who loved his wife.  And loved a child that was not his own blood as a father should.  Raised her, taught her to fight but also keep a level head. I only wish that Aragorn had the same opportunity to bond with his father as I did.

“He sounds like a good man.” Kili told me solemnly.

“Aye. He was.” I said clasping the necklace he gave me a year after being adopted into the family. It’s not much just a simple silver chain with a raven in flight pendant on it but it’s so special to me and never once have I taken it off.

“Is that why you like collecting small objects?” he asked me.  I smiled solemnly and nodded.

“When I was a child and would go with him on patrols, most of the Rangers tired of how I would stop them to find a loose button or a smooth pebble perfect for skipping across the river. But never my uncle, in fact he always encouraged me to keep at it. Said that I’d never know when I might find the greatest treasure of them all.”

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a brief moment (although it felt like an eternity) until Kili finally spoke up.

“I uhh…..” he trailed off softly.  “I think you might’ve missed the target.” I looked at him confused before turning to the target where my split arrows were.  “No not….” He softly chuckled, “I meant with your story. The one you told your cousin about. For the bead.”

“Did I?” he softly nodded but he refused to look me directly in the eye.  “Care to elaborate your theory of this bead?”

“Well it’s not much different from yours. Just some minor details changed. The bead did in fact belong to a prince. But the bead was a part of his family’s heirloom, one that would be meant for a future courting. However, while out on a quest, he had realized that he had lost it. He searched and searched but could not find the bead anywhere. The Prince was heartbroken, not only of the fact he had lost his family bead, but that one day he had hoped to give it to the woman he loves was now gone. Then a few days after the start of his quest, he soon finds the woman he loves wearing his bead into her braided hair.”

He fiddled with his hands before finally looking up at me, his eyes holding both a loving gaze but also a hint of fear and insecurity.  I then watched as his eyes soon turned to look at my braid.  I lifted it up and stared at the bead only for my heart to stop and my stomach sink.

Wait…..could he mean—

“You don’t have to say anything. I won’t force you plus you did not know that braiding a Dwarf’s family bead means you accept a courtship with me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks now but I cannot deny my feelings any longer. (Y/n), I……” I stopped his rambling by bestowing a small kiss to his cheek.

“My heart feels the same way Kili.” His eyes widened with surprise looked at me and from his stubbled face I could see the faintest hint of a blush.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” I said with a warm smile.  A bright smile soon started to show itself on his face as he took my hands into his and bestowed a sweet kiss to the back of my knuckles.

“Mahal’s beard my—my heart is pounding more harder than Aulë slamming his axe upon a mountain of stone.”

“And the very breath within me feels like it has been sucked away.” I said to him.

“Is this what finding my One feels like? If it is, I never want it to go away. Nor do I wish to see you go.”

“I may not know the concept of your One, but if it’s anything to what we call soulmates then yes. I saw it every day with my aunt and uncle before his death. They held the purest form of true love I had only ever read in story books. But never did I hope to experience such a love.”

“Best get used to it amrâlimê, because I will spend every hour of my wakened days giving all my love to you.” I knelt down beside him and cupped the side of his face, brushing away the dark strands of his hair as I felt his hand gently cup my jawline as our forehead softly touched one another’s.

Our noses slowly grazing across the other’s like wind in the grass until finally our lips became one and we gifted our devoted love for each other through each kiss and stolen baited breath.

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Vivian strikes again. 

My leg shakes with each tap of my foot as I impatiently wait for her to come through that door. I've been waiting for nearly forty-five minutes. 

Maybe I scared her off with pitching a fit over her not telling me about her miscarriages. But I had a good reason to be upset. Addict or not, I fucking deserved to know what the hell was going on.

"Where's your wife?" Amber asks me, glancing at her watch. 

"Hiding more kids from me, probably." I mumble and she raises her brows, staring at me for a moment. 

"While we wait for her, can you do me a favor?" She asks and I shrug. "Take a few minutes to try to imagine what having kids during the last four years would have been like with your drug addiction. Because you would still have a drug addiction--babies wouldn't have changed that." She points out. "Honestly," she adds. "Close your eyes, and take some breaths, and just use your imagination as to what having children during these last few years would have done to you, and to your wife.

I take a breath and close my eyes, deciding it probably couldn't hurt to try to wrap my head around being a dad right now, especially with as many as she lost...

1984

...I feel Viv's weight shift from me, her eyes closed, a little hum comes from her when she turns her back to me but still keeps close, her feet tangled with mine, her lions mane of hair still spread out over my pillow as well as hers. Despite being half asleep, myself, I tighten my arms hold just under her ribs and pull her to me before my hand slides over her five-month pregnant stomach. 

I lull back to sleep, before I'm woken up merely minutes later by the sound of the baby crying and Vivian pulling herself away from me, putting her robe on to cover her naked body. 

She sighs under her breath, mumbling something, and I sit up. 

"I can go--"

"--No, I got it." She says, dismissively.

"Vivian, are you still pissed at me?" I ask. 

"You ditched me on our anniversary and stayed out all night smoking smack and partying with your moron friends."

"I offered for you to come out with us." I remind her.

"I'm pregnant and we have a daughter here, Nikki. One of us needs to remember that." She adds before stomping out. 

I roll my jaw and feel a spiteful twinge in my mind. 

Perhaps spiteful, perhaps wanting to chase away the guilt of ditching her last night…

I end up in the bathroom, chasing the dragon, curled under my high while hearing Vivian softly sing hymnals to the six-month old…

I assume she knows exactly where I'm at once she's done, because I hear her walk back to our bedroom and, when she usually comes to find me so she's not by herself, she doesn't come looking for me. 

1986

"...No, you idiot, not that…" I say to myself, rubbing my forehead, scribbling out the line of lyrics I've been fighting to get out. 

The door of mine and Viv's bedroom is soon bursting at the hinges, allowing me to fully hear Pierce crying while Frannie and Johnny come rushing into the room, squealing. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" I stop them before they can crawl under the bed. "What's goin' on?" I ask them, slowly hiding the Jack bottle in my bass case.

I spent last night freebasing and I'm still trying to coax myself down. 

Frannie looks at me with sharp green eyes, her brown hair knotty looking from wallowing on the living room carpet earlier...Johnny, brown eyes and red hair, just puts his attention on the pissed off Vivian that's stalking her way in here with the baby. 

"Um," Frannie starts, trying to think up her excuse. 

"Francesca and Johnathan tried to tote Pierce off again." Vivian states, eyeing the two toddlers with daggers, and they slowly sink down to try to use me as a human shield. 

"He's a new baby, Viv, they don't mean any harm. They just--"

"--Okay, well maybe if you put the bass down and actually come in here and help me out, you can supervise them while they 'hold' him, since I'm trying to start on dinner." She states. 

I glance at the kids and then at her…

"Or you can stare at me like an idiot, too." She mumbles, going to shut the door as she says, "You have no issue knocking me up but won't help me with them once they're out."

 I roll my jaw and grab my bottle of Jack, putting my bass back. 

What the fuck? 

If it wasn't for me writing songs, the band wouldn't have new material, which would mean no new album, which would mean no money--not enough to support her and three fuckings kids, anyway, so she should be thanking me for still wanting to provide for my fucking family. Because anybody else with three kids in two years would be putting a bullet through their skull. 

"C'mon, guys," I say to Frannie and Johnny, and they follow me out, Frannie reaching up to grab my hand. 

I put old cartoons on the TV while Viv puts Pierce down to sleep once he's drifted off. 

On her way out of the nursery, I'm stopping her in the hallway, my hand grasping her arm in a tight hold, roughly tugging her into the guest bathroom, cracking the door. 

I've got her against the counter, hand around her throat, gasping little breaths pushing past her lips for a moment as I say, "if you ever talk to me like that in front of my fucking kids again, I'll give you plenty to bitch about." I promise her, lowly, and she just looks up at me and nods. 

"Now turn around." I say next and she glances at the door. 

"Nikki, we don't have tim--"

"--They're watching TV. Turn around." I repeat and she grins a little, licking her lips and turns to face the mirror. 

I'm unzipping my pants, yanking her shorts down and pushing her panties to the side before grabbing a fist full of her hair and sliding it in, tilting my head back and grinning as she makes little whimpers in an attempt to keep from being loud. 

We've mastered the art of 'a good time in a short time,' and once we've both had our release, I'm zipping my pants back up, and she's still bent over the sink, hands white knuckling the edge of the counter, hair in her face, bite marks on her shoulders, cum down her shaking legs, trying to catch her breath.

I kiss the place between her shoulder blades, the back of her neck, her hair, my hand getting her hair from her face to look at her in the mirror.

She's looking at me with a little smile, right before, "I'm pregnant again," comes out and shatters my post-orgasm buzz. 

My knuckles sting as blood rolls down my fist, glass falling onto the counter, sink, and floor, when I drive my fist past her and into the mirror. 

She just hangs her head and I'm getting out, feeling the walls of the bathroom caving in on me. 

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Frannie asks as I grab my keys and my jacket. 

"Nothing, Frannie. Daddy's going out, alright?" I tell her. "When mommy gets in here give her a big hug." I add, seeing Johnny's too enthralled with Charlie Brown to notice I'm even leaving. 

I kiss her head and I'm out the door before Vivian gets out of the bathroom. 

I swear the only thing keeping us together is the fact that when divorce is an unspoken thought for either of us, she gets pregnant. 

I'm twenty-seven years old and I have a two year old, a one year old, a two month old, and now she's fucking knocked up again?!

How the hell is that even possible? Don't chicks need like six months for their bodies to reset after popping kids out or something? Jesus I married a PEZ dispenser with a never ending supply of eggs. 

By the time I get to where I'm going, I already regret it. 

Incense, crack fumes and perfume suffocate me as soon as she opens the door in her bra and panties. 

Not necessarily in a sexy way--more so in a higher than a kite and disheveled type of way. 

Which is perfectly fine with me because I don't need 'sexy' right now. I just need to get outta my head. 

Despite that, though, clothes come off, we end up on the living room floor, and instead of smoking a cigarette once we're finished, we opt for more erasure. 

"She's pregnant again." I confess to Tansy  out of nowhere after breathing out some smoke, my mind getting pushed aside, the crawling of my skin starting to settle. 

Blue eyes look at me as I hand it over before her greedy hands snatch it. 

"What?" She asks me. 

"Vivian's pregnant." I repeat. 

"I am, too." She says it so seriously that I look at her for a second, before seeing the very corner of her lips tug for a millisecond. 

"You're bullshitting me?" 

"I'm bullshitting you." She says, giggling, and 

I start ranting about it, my words getting more and more jumbled and lost the more hits of the pipe I take, until I'm not even worried about Vivian due to the paranoia that ensues. 

I get home at 5:00a.m….the day after the next. How low do I have to be to continuously go her best friend and my own moronic self pity? I don't know. 

I shut the door to the house and put my shit down, nearly tripping when I try to take my boots off. 

I'm on Halcions and Jack, and I think they're starting to kick in because I'm fucking exhausted. 

I glance at the living room scattered with toys and rub my face. 

I get it: "Mötley Crüe, don't give a fuck, fuck precautions, fuck all of it," but come on, man.

 How the hell could you be so fucking reckless?

I walk into our room, the lamp on Viv's night side table on while she's got one long leg out of the covers, laying on her stomach, arms under her pillow, the covers falling just enough to cover the tops of her thighs and her ass, her back and the side of her chest peeking out, exposed. 

She looks fucking beautiful.

Oh, yeah, that's how the hell I could be so reckless. 

I go rinse off in the shower for a second to try to wash away Tans and the drugs...maybe even guilt….

When I'm done, I peek out of the bathroom to see that she's still asleep, and I turn off her lamp and crawl into bed, closing my eyes for a moment. 

I feel her move closer to me before her lips are pressing to my cheek, hands running over my chest gently before she lays down, throws her leg over my stomach, and rests her cheek on my chest. 

"Are you still mad at me?" She questions softly, and I let out a breath.

"I'm mad at myself, Viv." I mumble. 

"Oh." She replies quietly. "I would get on birth control but it wouldn't react well with my Nardil."

"You mean the Nardil you aren't taking anyway?" 

She's silent. 

"Honestly at a point where I don't even want to have sex anymore because you're gonna end up getting pregnant." I add, gruffly. 

"Oh, come on, Nikki." She scoffs, not believing me. 

"I'm serious, Vivian. I'm tired of being a fucking baby mill." 

"Oh you're the baby mill? You just get your rocks off and I'm the one carrying the thing for nine months but you're the victim here?" 

She sits up and glares at me. 

"Yes! I am!" I argue. "You have this weird thing with cum that I've always thought was hot but now I'm starting to realize you're just trying to boulder me down." 

"Nikki, you've made it very clear that marriage and babies aren't bouldering you down. You still go out and party and do your drugs and your day drinking--you were just gone for over a day...so I don't want to hear, 'you're bouldering me down,' because I'm not. If you wanna leave, then leave." She snaps.

I roll my eyes and she goes back to her side of the bed and turns away from me, before she snatches all the covers away from me. 

I'm too tired for it so I just pass out. 

1987 

"Nikki!" Doc is banging away at my door, making me snarl to myself before capping my needle and hiding it under my pillow. 

"What?!" I bark out, going to the door. 

I swing it open, naked, aside from stained underwear, to see Vivian and my whole litter of kids.

"S-Surpise!" Viv tries to keep her tone light and cheery for the five kids around her, our brand new girls in her arms.  

I don't know how to react except to shut the door in their faces and angrily get my shit together. 

I'm out of the shower and dressed in the next hour, taking the smallest hit from the needle I hid, just as a maintenance dose, before I'm heading to Doc's room--where I'm assuming he took them when they realized I wasn't coming back out. 

I knock on the door and Viv opens it, looking up at me. 

"Suprise!" I mimic how she greeted me earlier, and she scowls at me and goes to slam the door in my face, but I'm stopping it with my hand and shoving it open. 

"Daddy!" Frannie, Johnny, and Pierce come running to me and I'm getting down and letting them attack me, wrapping my arms around them. Pierce is nearly two, now, and he's nearly as tall as Frannie. 

Dannie is walking cautiously to me, smiling at me and I meet him halfway and pick him up, kissing his cheek as I go over to the little babies Doc's supervising, one a replica of me, the other of Viv…

I lean down and kiss both of them, making them smile and kick their feet, excitedly. 

I wasn't there with them when they were born. 

I go over to Vivian, who's got her arms crossed, her jaw clenched.  

"Does Daddy get a kiss from Mommy, too?" I ask. 

"Daddy doesn't have to fuss at mommy for having more babies anytime soon because daddy isn't gonna get to be in the same bed as mommy for a long time." She replies. 

"Mommy seems to forget that the last three babies weren't even made in a bed." I reply. 

"Do you guys wanna few minutes alone? I can get Fred, Emi and Donna down here to help me." Doc offers and I look at him. 

"That's out of character and nice of you." I state suspiciously. 

"Despite you being an asshole, your kids aren't." He shrugs and I roll my eyes. 

I kiss all of them bye for a couple hours, and put Dannie down before tugging at Viv's hand once Fred and the girls get here...I see Donna and feel guilty…one of the chicks I cheated on my wife with is taking care of our kids…

When we get to a new room--mines so out of wack I don't want Viv to pass out--we do what we do best and in the aftermath, small talk in between breaks of making out, Vivian drops the ball. 

"I know you've been seeing her." She tells me out of nowhere when my lips press to her neck, quietly. 

My body tenses up. 

"What?" I sit up and she does, too. 

"There's no need to be shocked that I found out--we both know you wanted me to find out. Why the hell else would you leave letters you two write back and forth with each other, out in our closet where you know I'd find them?"

I just look at her. 

"You and Tansy, Nikki." She states, tears in her eyes. "Why the hell have you done this to me, Nikki? She's my best friend?" 

Is she serious? 

I get out of bed and pull my pants on, ignoring her. 

"I'm not shocked, you know, I always knew you'd be a deadbeat husband and a deadbeat dad, just like your father." 

I start clapping slowly, really appreciating her performance.

"Bravo, Vivian, really, you should get a fucking award for those tears." I state, fed up. "It's gotta be theatrics because what sense would it make for you to be genuinely upset I've been hooking up with Tansy, when you and Robbin have been seeing each other for two fucking years, now?!" 

Her eyes widen, she looks like a deer in headlights...which just confirms it all the more to me. 

"How fucked up do you have to be to cheat on your husband with his fucking brother, while pregnant with his fucking kid?" I ask and she takes heavy breaths, obviously trying to get her temper under control. "Not to mention that I'm starting to question if Dannie is even mine being as he looks nothing like me." 

She's slapping the piss out of me, tears streaming down her face. 

I rub at the stinging hot skin of my cheek and roll my jaw, staring at her a few seconds, before shoving her back to the bed, grabbing her shoulders, getting in her face while shouting, "you stupid fucking bitch, I fucking hate, you ruined my fucking life!" 

She's sobbing now, her head turned, mascara staining her cheeks as I push myself off of her and trudge to the door. 

"Cheating on me for two goddamn years, you fucking whore, who the hell do you think you are?! I can have kids with anybody, I can have anybody I want, but I fucking chose you and this is how you repay me?! Fuck you! There's a million fucking yous out there!" I throw a bottle at her and it misses by a couple inches and she sits up, trying to stand up as I open the door. 

"I'm getting my fucking kids away from you, you fucking crazy cunt!" I call and she's rushing out, wearing my t-shirt to cover herself up, grabbing my hand and yanking me to a halt before I can start to Doc's room. 

"You're not touching my kids, Nikki, I swear to God I'll fucking kill you, don't touch my fucking kids! You're fucking stoned!" She threatens me and I turn. 

"Oh, you'll kill me?!" I bow up at her and she punches me, her ring cutting my cheek, before she's hitting me again. 

She goes for a third time but I block her and shove her down, kicking her as hard as I can in the ribs, knocking the breath out of her. 

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucking slut." I smear the blood from my cheek, banging on Doc's door as she crawls a few feet before managing to pull herself up, resting against the wall, coming towards me. 

The door opens and I see Emi with Pierce in her arms. 

I don't say a word to her, I just grab him and smile at him, bouncing him a little, as I say, "Frannie, John, c'mon!" 

Of course they come, not realizing what's happening. 

Until Vivian's trying to pry Pierce from my hands. 

"Let go of my baby!" She screams at me, trying to bat me away from him while he starts whining. 

She hits me with her closed fist in my ear and I lose it, punching her so hard she hits the ground, Frannie and John immediately start crying upon seeing their mother bloody and dismayed.

The door opens more to reveal Doc as Emi looks at me, horrified, pulling John and Frannie back inside before Doc's snatching Pierce from me. 

"What the hell is going on?!" Doc shouts as guests peek their heads out of their doors. 

It's as if my demons give me the reins back and split, leaving me to look down at my beat up wife, crying, hearing my traumatized kids crying out behind the door. 

I just stumble back, my back hitting the wall before I'm sliding down it to the floor, staring off as Doc continues to yell at me...

...I blink, being pulled back to reality, staring down at the floor of Amber's office.

I'm not sure if we had kids by then, if Viv would have stayed or left. I'm not sure why I imagined I would've been with Tansy and not Vanity, why she would have had an affair with Robbin and not Duff...maybe I knew, subconsciously, that us having children at that time would have changed the way everything happened between us.

"I guess it was for the best." I reply to her, finally, looking at her. 

"Everything happens for a reason." She assures me. "There is a reason she didn't have any babies in the past four years." 

"Okay, wise one, is there any reason she isn't here today?" 

VIVIAN

"...Mom, and my brother Jon, my sister Carol, my brother Mark, my brother Bruce, my sister Joan, my other sister Claudia, and that's Matt--you know Matt," he glances at me and I nod, looking at the picture of the family, "And then there's me." He points to a toddler and I grin, looking at him. "My dad didn't wanna be in the picture, which I'm glad he wasn't because I would've cut him out if it, anyway when he left, so…" he shrugs, looking at it another moment. "Alright, let me show you to your room." He wiggles his brows and I giggle as he picks up my suitcase and leads me back down a hallway. 

"This is Joan's old room, obviously been redecorated because it's not covered in ABBA and Cher ." He mumbles. 

"I heard that!" Joan says from the living room. 

"No ya didn't!" He replies, smiling at me, putting my suitcase on the bed. "Everybody's coming over for dinner tonight so you have time to take a nap, get comfortable, whatever." He shrugs and I nod. 

"Okay." I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"I'm gonna go help my mom and Joan start cooking." He adds. 

"I can hel--"

"--You didn't sleep at all on the way up here, Viv."

"Because I wasn't tired." I lie and he looks at me. 

"Take a nap." He tells me, moving the suitcase off of my bed. 

"Fine." I roll my eyes. 

"Love you." He leaves me, shutting the door and I get on the bed, getting comfortable, and wondering what Nikki's doing right now...he's probably shitting a brick. 

After an hour, the door is opening and Duff's squeezing my fuzzy sock covered feet, making me laughs and yank my legs away from him. 

I haven't slept, but I've rested enough that I don't feel as sluggish. 

"You stink." I wrinkle my nose when he lays beside me. 

"Onions." He replies. "Joan kicked me out for chasing her around with the raw chicken." He adds. 

"And now raw chicken juice is on my feet?" I ask. 

"No, I washed my hands." He assures me. 

"Okay." I chuckle, rubbing my lips together. 

"Who all's coming to dinner?" I ask, next. "Jon, Bruce, Claudia, and my buddy Andy." He informs me. "Matt's coming up to go out for breakfast with me, you, Andy, and Joan tomorrow morning, and later this week we're gonna have a barbecue and you'll get to meet everybody, including my nieces and nephews." He adds and I raise my brows. 

"That's a lot of people." I reply, raising my brows.

"Very big family." He agrees. 

"It's weird." I say next and he furrows his brows. "Not like that, just...I don't know I'm used to being the only child, no cousins, no aunts or uncles--well, aside from aunt Lily--Nikki's not real close to his family, so we just...we're not really big on family." I shrug. "Well, dad is, he's always wanted more kids and a big family, I think, but my mom didn't so he didn't press her about it since she was ultimately the one who'd be carrying them." I add. 

"Do you want anymore kids?" He asks me and I let out a breath. 

"I'm not sure…" I trail off. "...I'd like to, but I don't know. I haven't thought about it, much." I lie and he nods. 

"Do you want anymore kids?" I ask him. 

"I do at some point, I don't think Mandy wants to, though. She says being a step-mom at the age of twenty-five is enough." He tells me. 

"Maybe she'll change her mind." I say. 

"She didn't want any kids when we first dated, so I think the only reason she's even making leeway for a stepchild is because she loves me." 

"It says a lot about her if she's willing to do that, though. A lot of women would've left." 

"Yeah, she's cooler about it than I thought she'd be." He agrees. "What did Nikki do when you first told him?" 

"He cried." I admit. "Like, a lot." 

"That's understandable." He says lowly. 

"Yeah, it is." I nod. "He's okay with it, now, though. He's not mad at either of us. I think he's more upset with himself about the whole thing." 

It's quiet for a few minutes before I get up enough courage to ask him, "are you happy?" 

"What do you mean?"

"Like...you know...our break up, and then you and Mandy are engaged now and I'm pregnant…"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I'm great, Viv." He assures me, sounding genuine. "I don't know, things are a mess and crazy right now but I feel like it's falling into place at the same time, you know?"

I nod, smiling softly…

…I bought it for that moment.

I realized he was lying to himself the next morning at breakfast when he told the waitress to bring him a screwdriver--a triple--and, "just keep 'em coming."

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

[eltonjohndenver]

Slippers and Schoolbooks: Halloween

Chapter 13

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as always thank @angelatwell​ for the costumes and ideas

Word Count: 888 (damn it should have been 666 :( )

Characters: the whole gang

Yup. It’s that time of year again.

Pumpkins, changing leaves, warm cups of cider, spooky decorations, jack snorting pumpkin spice off the counter… Happy Halloween.

This year Howard was throwing what he dubbed in his own words, the “miraculously spooktacular Halloween sexy fun fest party.”

Naturally, he had everything decorated to his standards: cobwebs on everything, red fabric draped over random things, gold goblets and spooky food.

Now that the house was prepared; he went to fetch his costume.

3 days earlier

“No Howard.”

“Pegs come on!”

“I will not come if you are ‘dressed as a nudist’! Firstly, that’s not even a costume! And secondly it’s not a bloody orgy!”

Howard grumbled.

“Yeah… we’ll see about that.”

Back to now

Howard had taken Peggy’s advice about the costume (he still wasn’t convinced of the ‘no orgy’) so he decided to go for something less slutty and more thotty: a vampire. He had a sweeping black velvet cloak, high end fake teeth, gold boots, a shirt that might as well not have had any buttons as none were used, and he was all set.

The doorbell echoed throughout the house.

And in his most draculaic voice he chuckled:

“They’re here….”

Like 3 hours before at the apartment

“I can’t possibly get ready in 3 hours!!!” Jack cried.

Daniel pinched his nose, “jack you’re costume is literally a leotard and a pair of cat ears, why would you need more than 3 hours,,, or 30 seconds for that matter?!”

“I can’t deal with this right now” Jack gasped and shuffled away, exasperated.

“You know it takes him so long because he spends 99% of the time looking at himself in the mirror” Peggy said as she walked into the room.

She grabbed a cup of midday coffee and sat down next to Daniel with her laptop.

“Talk about scary,” Daniel started, looking at the math on peggy’s screen. “Why does a history major need to take advanced calculus? Didn’t you finish your math credits freshman year?”

Peggy chuckled,

“Yeah I did but howard owes me one for various reasons so he’s doing all the work for me.”

“That sounds about right.” Daniel said as he took another sip of coffee.

In that moment of silence Angie burst through the door, surrounded by a flurry of colors ribbons and sequins.

“Darling do you need some help–”

“NO I GOT IT THANKS CAN’T TALK GOTTA FINISH.”

And she swept into her and Peggy’s room.

“Well then,” Peggy sighed and closed her computer. “I guess it’s time to get ready.”

_

1 hour and 23 minutes later

Howard opened the door.

“Velcome to my castle” Howard drawled through his fake fangs.

They entered his “castle” and marveled at the decorations. Soon they reached the dining room, where the main part for the party would be. Joseph was already there.

“Nice costumes everybody!” He gestured at the group.

As stated before: Howard was a thot vampire.

Peggy was Captain America, her favorite comic book superhero that the history major in her adored. Angie was a shining blue and purple butterfly, hung with colored ribbons and shiny pieces. Jack was a ‘sexy gay cat’: he wore a leotard and cat ears. And Daniel was Dr Evil from Austin Powers, complete with bald cap and he had Chunky in a babybjorn as Mrs. Bigglesworth.

“Thank you joey!” Peggy answered for all of them. “But um,,, may i ask,, what are you?”

“I’m a MEATBALL!” He waved his hands.

Joey’s costume consisted of a italian flag colored wig and mustache, and surrounding his body was a lumpy brown ball with flecks of red paint.

Howard sighed,

“Yeah, I wanted him to be something equally as thotty as me: a devil. But he decided to be a meatball. A stupid round boring meatball.”

Joey glared at the scouling vampire,

“Vaffanculo.”

“Yeah you too buddy.”

The party progressed as such.

People filtered in as the hours went by, surprising everyone with a wide variety of styles.

A quick overview: Dottie was a black widow, she said “i want this to be a warning to the men”. Whitney, who amused with her girlfriends comment, added one to her costume ( a witch), “this is a warning that i will turn your dick into a wart because i can”.

Rose and Samberly were pumpkins, and they dragged Jason with them as Bill Nye (samberly’s idea). Jarvis was a flamingo, along with Anna as a peacock.

Overall, a very diverse selection of costumes.

Much much much later, and after being convinced to stay, Jack, Daniel, Angie, and Peggy were splayed out over Howard’s living room furniture.

Jack was out cold, having eaten a dangerous amount of candy, had a sugar rush, and crashed. Daniel was not too far off, having carried chunky (the 20 pound sack of skin) all night.

Howard was going to join the slumber party but passed out on the stairs and Joey thought it would be best if he just carried him upstairs.

Peggy and Angie snuggled in a blanket,

“I think this was a very successful Halloween.”

Angie mumbled in agreement and they fell asleep.

__

Of course, the next day was friday so they were all half asleep and hungover for their first class. Except Jack, he was high on candy and ready to rumble.

#cartinelli #jackdaniels #cartinelli imagine #jackdaniels imagine #peggy carter #agent carter imagine #marvel imagine #angie martinelli #jack thompson #daniel sousa #starkfredi #starkfredi imagine #howard stark #agent carter #joseph manfredi #slippers and schoolbooks

[rolexwhisky]

#fridayvibes and is it my imagination or is #jackdaniels now becoming popular with the #whiskey geeks and lovers since I am seeing more pics of #jackdanielswhiskey then ever before. I took the #jackdanielsdistillery tour and it was amazing and really opened my eyes to what and who #jackdanielsdistillery is. I really enjoy their #barrelproof single barrels. #whiskeygram #tennesseewhiskey #jackdanielssinglebarrel @jackdaniels_us @jackdaniels_uk @jackdanielsmexico . . . . #jackdanielsgold #jackdanielssinglebarrel #jackdanielssinatraselect #whiskeytime #whiskeylover #rolexwhisky #instawhiskey #tennesseewhiskey🥃 #jackdanielsrye #sandiego #whiskeyporn (at Jack Daniel Distillery Lynchburg Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKXOoRFDUy-/?igshid=1hqnr4cefcxbj

#fridayvibes #jackdaniels #whiskey #jackdanielswhiskey #jackdanielsdistillery #barrelproof #whiskeygram #tennesseewhiskey #jackdanielssinglebarrel #jackdanielsgold #jackdanielssinatraselect #whiskeytime #whiskeylover #rolexwhisky #instawhiskey #tennesseewhiskey🥃 #jackdanielsrye #sandiego #whiskeyporn

[queensdivas]

Bubbles

This is for my boo boo @bonafiderocketqueen​ because she’s my best friend and I hope she enjoys it! 

Enjoy! 

@mexifangorl​ @leah-halliwell92​ @i-live-for-queen​ @its-funny-til-its-not​ @brianmydear​ @painkiller80​ @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​ @mayplantstarrwaters​

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It had been snowing in non stop since I arrived in England to spend a week with Ben. Dear God it has not stopped since my plane literally touched down on the runway! Yet it hasn’t bothered me except when Ben isn’t around because he’s off reading for another movie. Not that I’m not grateful he’s off getting into more movies for himself and making his career better. Hells yeah for him for wanting to further his career. But when you live across the pond and can only see each other every so often. It kind of bums you out. 

Tossing my book down onto the couch as I wrapped myself up in my blanket counting down the minutes till he came home from his read through. Dinner was already made since I wanted tonight to be just relaxing. Homemade chicken and noodles was exactly going to warm us up from all this stupid snow. 

His dog Frankie climbed up onto the couch with me as he curled up into the blanket then tucking himself into a large ball. My fingers began scratching the top of his head as I was beginning to fall asleep with his soft breathing and the sound of winter frost blowing outside. 

Before I completely passed out on his couch. Ben came bursting through the doorway with a large paper bag in his hand. It scared Frankie and I as we both almost fell off the couch. Frankie ran to him as he jumped all over him as Ben scooped him up in his arms. I shook my head a little so I would wake up and see what he was so excited about. 

“Anne you would not believe what just happened!” He was bouncing off the walls with excitement as he placed the paper bag down on the coffee table then sitting next to me. Frankie was still attacking him with kisses then bouncing over to me to give me all kinds of kisses to me! 

“I got the role!” He cheered as I put Frankie down on the ground so I wouldn’t hurt him on what was coming next. 

“AH BEN!” I jumped on top of him to pecking my lips all over him till we now fell off the couch. Frankie jumped all over us till Ben pulled him into our dog pile laughed as we sat up in front of the couch. 

“Told you they would absolutely love you!” 

“I knew they would.” He smirked as I scooted closer to him then wrapping myself around him. He had his hands on my hips as his soft lips pressed against mine. Stopping myself to get a hint of his..was he working out?

“Ben why do you smell like a gym?” Dear God he smells like a very sweaty old man! Phew! Dear God he really needs some sort of bath! 

“Part of the role was being able to crazy stunts and I ended up climbing up and down ropes. So I got a really great workout today because of it.” God he really stinks! 

“Ben dear God you stink! I love you but damn!” Climbing off to walk into the kitchen as he got a grumpy look on his face that quickly turned into a soft smile. Are we having bath time? Dear God his bath is one of the best since it’s got jets across the wall, a small tv that hangs on the wall so we can binge watch Letterkenny while we relax, and enough room for a cheese plate! 

“I’ll get the bath ready.” Well I’m hungry so I will be eating while were in the tub. Just not homemade chicken and noodles. For obvious reasons. Getting into the fridge to grab a bunch of cheese slices, grapes, and then the bottle of pink moscato for celebration! We still have two wine glasses from the other night so this is absolutely perfect! 

Before I carried the tray into the bathroom. Frankie stood directly under me with his tail wagging waiting for a piece of my cheese! It’s getting close to his dinner time anyhow so I think a little peanut butter will hold him over in the end. Placing the tray down on the counter to grab his small bone from the floor then the peanut butter from the cabinet. Scooping a little of his favorite peanut butter to stuff it in his bone as he began bouncing around in excitement around my feet. 

“Ah. Now you sit!” He immediately sat down for me to place his bone right in front of him. He grabbed it to wander off into the living room to start chowing down on his peanut butter bone. Now time for bubble bath! 

“SHIT!” Ben yelled as I grabbed the tray of goodies to walk into the bathroom. Oh no what did he do now!? Please tell me we don’t have to buy him another phone! He and Joe once thought it would be a really good fucking idea to go skinny dipping while they were drunk. Problem is that skinny dipping meant just jumping into the closest body of water. So his phone was destroyed.

“What happened?” Asking as I walked into the bathroom to see that the bubbles in the jacuzzi were really getting out of control. Oh my god it looks so beautiful! 

“No. I dropped the bubble maker and now the bathtub is going to be extra full. Damn it at this point it’s probably going to flood the entire bathroom.” And? Now our bathroom is going to smell like, what is it honey? Yes honey! 

“So? Now instead of nothing, the bathroom is going to be smelling like honey and soap. Is that such a bad thing?” Placing the tray down on top of the sink as I immediately threw off all my clothes on the floor. Ben watched me as I sunk into the bubble covered jacuzzi. The jets were on low as the water was a little hotter than how I usually like it. Ben stripped down until he grabbed the tray of goodies to put right on the large corner. 

He climbed down into the water as our feet entwined with each other as he turned up the jets to medium. One of them was hitting my back making me moan a little because god damn these are some wonderful jets. The bubbles kept rising as it hit the bottom of my chin, Jesus how much of the bubble liquid got out? I felt the plastic bottle floating around next to me, lifting it up to Ben as he nodded. 

“There it is!” I tossed the bottle out of the tub. Shit he put the tray on his side of the tub! Hope we won't mind if I sneak over to grab some grapes. Moving from my spot in the tub to start moving towards him to we were face to face with each other. Almost about to kiss him as I moved past him to grab a grape and a cheese wedge. 

“You’re a brat.” He giggled as he pulled me into his lap as the bubbles bounced around us. Jesus the stupid bubbles are still forming oh my god! Grabbing a bunch to place on the top of his head then snapping it to look like a Hershey’s kiss. 

“Wait wait!” I began molding a bubble beard on his face then styling it with a nice mustache. He looked absolutely stunning! 

“Ben! Picture perfect!” Looking over the edge to see my phone so I could take a picture of him and all his glory! 

“If you think you’re leaving this tub without a beard you’re wrong.” Ben told me before I could even grab my phone. Smirking as I stood still for him to grab a hand full of bubbles. He began placing them all over my face trying to avoid my eyes and lips to form a Santa Claus beard on my face. 

“Am I pretty yet?” He shook his head to grab more bubbles from the tub to place on top of my head. Except no Hershey kiss style hair, more like 70s Afro kind of hair. 

“Now you’re gorgeous. Wanna watch the office?” I just binged watched season four while he was gone so I’m kind of feeling something a little more stupid. Not saying that the office is stupid because Creed is my spirit animal for as little time he has on screen. 

“Letterkenny?” Asking as he grabbed the remote from the corner along with a cheese slice to turn on hulu. Dear God do I love Letterkenny. It’s one of the shows that’s so damn stupid that you have to love. Yes a few of the characters are a little wow but it’s so great. 

Turning myself so I could scoot back into him with my back pressing against him so we could cuddle. My hand reached back for a small vine of grapes to chow down on a little. Oh my god it’s the Canadian Goose episodes yes! My absolute favorite episode out of the entire show. 

“IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH CANADA GOOSES YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME AND I SUGGEST YOU LET THAT MARINATE!” I yelled along with Wayne because dear god I love this show! Ben squeezed me a little to then start kissing the back of my neck which made me giggle. 

“Does everyone in Canada feel the same about Canada gooses?” 

“Gooses! They’re beautiful majestic birds that must be protected at all cost! Born leaders and heroes!” I think I just watch this show way too much now at this point. Oh well. We went back to start watching the show as he began kissing my neck again then giving me another tight squeeze to make me giggle. 

“Anne. You know I love you right?” 

“No Ben. I’m naked in a bathtub with you because I consider us friends.” I have very bad sarcasm and I think it gets out of control sometimes. 

“Alright smartass. But seriously. I want to ask you something because I know if I don’t I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” I stopped eating my grape to turn around completely ignoring the show now. Please don’t tell me he’s going to propose because we haven’t discussed this part of our lives yet and I’m not sure if I’m ready!

“Anne you’re my world now and I hate the fact that we live so stupidly far apart. Move in with me. Or I can move over to America with you. I don’t like the fact that we only see each other for one of two weeks out of the month. Your the person I wanna wake up in the morning and go to bed with you at night. When you’re gone. Frankie and I are just an absolute mess without you! Ask Gwil because I do nothing but bug the living hell out of him whenever you go back home! Poor Frankie crawls under my bed until you walk into my apartment and you can’t imagine the sad look on his face when you’re not around!” No I’m not crying you’re crying! But sadly I can’t take him serious with the bubbles on top of his head and around his beard! I started laughing a little in this very serious moment. 

“Are you making fun of me?” His voice cracked as I placed my hands through his bubble beard to give him a kiss. My lips continuing to peck him till he stopped waiting for my answer. 

“Yes Ben. I’ll be your roommate for life. Only for Frankie because poor Frankie shouldn’t be suffering!” Frankie came running into the bathroom as he began trying to get into the tub with us. 

“No Frankie that’s weird!” Ben laughed till he jumped into the empty spot of the tub for water and bubbles to go all over the place! He began splashing around in the tub with the bubbles flying all over the place, in the food, and more on Ben and I! I grabbed Frankie to get him out of the tub so we could get back to our bath time. Once out he stayed right next to the tub staring us down. 

“Gonna be honest with you Ben, really don’t feel comfortable with Frankie watching us in the tub.” He turned off the jets as I pulled the plug from the drain. 

“Fair enough. Besides. We now have all the time in the world for those pleasantries since you’ll be here for now on. Or they. Where exactly are we going to live now?” Good question. 

“We’ll figure that out later. Homemade chicken and noodles tonight for dinner with some carrots?” 

“Sounds absolutely delicious.” 

#Ben Hardy #Ben Hardy x reader #Ben Hardy x OC #ben hardy fluff #ben hardy x female reader #Joe Mazzello #Gwilym Lee #Rami Malek #Lucy Boynton #Bohrap #Bohrap Boys

[redvanillabee]

imagine jackdaniels chose literally any other forms of alcohol as their poison of choice they’d never admit their feelings

#whiskey is a scary drink #i really ought to go to bed #personal