#mick with fuck boy rings and that outfit

[overlyinvestedinlife]

Again, what being around Lewis Hamilton does to a mf

#the Mercedes men this summer break >>>>> #Mercedes once again proving why they are the most attractive team #George with no hair gel and a tan #mick with fuck boy rings and that outfit #meanwhile Toto broke his arm again 💀 #f1 #george russell #mick schumacher

[whorekneecentral]

Old Friends

Lance Stroll x Vettel!Fem!Reader

Warnings: big brother seb!!!, queen hanna appearance + a mick and gina cameo, lance has a crush, alcohol and the consumption of, being tipsy/kinda drunk, mentions/ insinuated that someone cheated, nipple play, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, seb teasing the two of you.

Word Count: 2,492

Author's Note: this is one of my favs so far. I couldn't write lance and not put in seb, it just wouldn't be me.

merry smutmas series

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Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping.

The invite came in the mail; a dying trade his former teammate would tell him.

A little brown envelope with silver glitter all over it, surely his girls helped him put it together. The card inside was hand written, Sebastian's scrawled cursive with pictures drawn in pencil crayon and covered in glitter at the bottom.

You're invited to the Vettel household on December 31st at 9pm for a New Year's Eve celebration.

Please rsvp by December 22nd.

With love,

Sebastian, Hanna & the Vettel children.

Lance didn't have plans, his parents were doing their own things and Chloe would be in Australia with Scotty and his family so he took his phone out and texted Seb right then.

To Seb: Hey man! Got your invite, tell the girls I said their drawings were adorable. Just letting you know I'll be there :)

It took Seb 10 minutes to reply.

From Seb: Thanks Lance! The girls say hello and thank you. We can't wait to see you.

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Lance finds himself on the Vettel's doorstep on New Year's Eve, a bottle of some expensive Swiss wine in hand. He knocks on the door and Hanna opens it with a little boy in her arms.

"Lance!" She smiles, stepping to the side for him to come in.

"It's so nice to see you," the younger driver says, kissing her cheek before saying hello to their son.

"Please make yourself at home. Food and drinks are in the kitchen and Sebastian is somewhere around here." She tells him, rocking the sleepy boy, "you know how he is." She laughs, shutting the door.

Lance nods, smiling at her as he follows her into the house. The place is full, he showed up around 10 rather than the 9pm invite but it doesn't seem to make a difference. Everyone is all over the place; he goes over to say hello to Seb and then bumps into Mick who was there with his girlfriend, sister and her boyfriend.

He does in fact make himself at home, putting the wine in the kitchen before getting himself a drink. His red solo cup has some vodka in it and he spins around, looking for the cranberry juice. He sees everything but that.

"Need help?" A voice comes from behind him and before he turns, he knows exactly who it is. He smiles when he does turn, now face to face with her. "Hi y/n."

"Hey Lance," you smile, "what are you looking for?" You walk over, hugging the man hello.

"Cranberry juice." He tells you and you nod, walking to the fridge to grab it.

Lance watches you, admiring your outfit; a slinky silver top and a black mini skirt that frankly wasn't very family friendly but was on par with the theme of the night. He had met you when Seb became his teammate at Aston, you had a habit of following your brother around the world when you got bored of your life. You were only a year younger than Lance but he was intimidated by you.

You were just as bubbly and fun as Seb, loud and out there but in Vettel fashion, you could become broody at the snap of your fingers; something that only happened if someone fucked over your brother or at least that's when Lance noticed it.

Now if Mick had walked into the kitchen then, he'd be teasing his friend.

He was aware of the crush his friend had on his other friend. Mick had encouraged Lance to talk to you time and time again but he could never work up the courage. When he finally did, you were in a relationship and you had been since.

"Here," you hand the bottle over to him, "I put it in the fridge. It gets gross.. well even more gross when it's warm."

Lance smiles, "thanks." He pours the juice into his cup, before settling it back into the fridge. In the meantime, you had been filling a few shot glasses with what looked like tequila.

"Are you driving tonight?" You asked, downing one of the shots. Lance shook his head, "took an Uber."

"Perfect," you handed a shot over to him, picking up another one for yourself. "Bottoms up, Stroll." You tapped your glass to his and down the tequila.

Lance makes a face, clearing his throat which makes you laugh. "So, how are you? How's Fernando as a teammate?" You ask him, pouring some soda into a glass.

"I'm okay. He's pretty okay too, he's no Sebastian Vettel though."

You smiled, "that's what I like to hear. I've been keeping track, you did great this season."

"Yeah? You think so?" He asks and you nod, leaning on the counter as you take a sip of your soda. "Thanks," he smiles, taking a sip from his glass in hopes that it covers the blush on his face. "So uh.. how have you been? How's your boyfriend?"

"I'm good," you smiled, "as for him? Who knows, he's probably fucking some model somewhere."

Your words catch him off guard, Lance chokes on his vodka. Your brows furrowed, his hand rubbing at his chest as you looked at him. "Sorry, I just... I take you two aren't together ?"

"No," you shook your head, "it's whatever though."

"Sorry to hear that," he tells you and you shrug, smiling at him. You were about to say something but Gina was shouting for you, something about shots. "Excuse me," you smiled at Lance, picking up the bottle of tequila and the pack of shot glasses before heading over.

As much as Lance wanted to be sorry about your relationship ending, he couldn't be. This must be some sort of gift from god, for you two to be in the same place while you're single and he had enough liquor in him to tell you the truth.

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The hours go by and it's inching closer to midnight with each passing second and you were dancing around the kitchen as you got a snack. A slice of pizza held between your teeth as you poured yourself a drink.

"Hey," you mumble, mouth full as you take the bite and hold the pizza. Lance smiles at you as he gets himself another drink. "Hey."

"You good?" You asked, setting your pizza on the counter. Lance nods, "perfect, you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, shimmying your shoulders as you danced your way over to the Canadian driver. He smiles, watching you. The many tequila shots added up over the night and the fact that the tiles were sticky from what seemed like spilled soda, caused you to slip and fall right into Lance.

His drink spills all over your very cute top. "Oh damn," you tsked, looking down at yourself. "Oh shoot, are you okay?" you asked, looking at him to see if anything got on him.

"I'm okay, are you?" His hands held your forearms, steadying you. "Do you need to change?"

"I probably should," you tell him and Lance nods for you to walk, his hand holding onto your arm to keep you steady. He knew the layout of the house, he had come over for dinner many times before and he had spent the night after one too many glasses of wine.

Lance walks you up the stairs, hands on your waist as you two head up. You walk into the guest room and Lance shuts the door, "are you okay ? Do you need help finding anything?" He looks at you as you sit on the bed.

You shook your head, "all good, Lance. Thank you."

He nods, taking that as his cue to leave so you could change. As he turns towards the door, you grab his hand. "Can you.. undo the knot?" You turned your back to him, pulling your hair up.

It was two single knots done up with a bow behind your neck and your mid back that kept your top up. Lance carefully undid the knot on your back, letting the strings fall to the sides and your bare back left exposed.

"The.. the other one too?" He asks and you nod, "please."

Lance is hesitant, but he reaches forward and pulls the string, undoing the knot. The silver fabric falls to the floor, the beading on it clings when it hits the floor.

Your back is still facing the driver, you've dropped your hair back down but it's abundantly obvious to Lance that he's stood in the room with you, while you were.. well, topless.

"I should.." he starts but you turn to face him, his eyes shifting down to steal a glance at your tits and he looks back up at your face - it took all but a second and he was but a man.

You smile, holding his jaw with your hand. "Stay."

"I really shouldn't." He whispers and you step closer, my chest pressed to his. "Why not?" You asked, standing on your tiptoes, lips ghosting over his.

He doesn't answer but he lets you kiss him, his cold hand rests on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. "You're drunk," he whispers against your neck and you shake your head, "I'm not."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His eyes find yours when he pulls back and you nod. "I do."

"Okay," he says, kissing you again.

Your hands make quick work of his shirt, undone the buttons as he kisses down your neck to your chest. Lance has got an arm around you, his lips moving down towards your tits, his lips wrapping around your nipple.

The sound that leans your mouth was like heaven on earth to him; he can't wait to find out what other filthy sounds you could make.

It was much too loud downstairs for anyone to have a clue what was happening upstairs. The door was locked and he knew you had at least 40 minutes to midnight.

You push him away for a minute, the man looks at you confused as you scoot him back to the bed, letting him fall onto the soft mattress. Lance expects you to get on top of him, not sink to your knees in front of him.

"Baby-" "Shut up," you tell him, undoing his pants.

He smiles, carefully pulling your hair out of your face as your hand wraps around his cock. Lance bites back a groan, watching as your hand moves up and down slowly, your lips brushing over the tip.

"Please," he whispers and you smile, looking up at him through your lashes as you take him in your mouth. This time, he does groan out loud. "Fuck," he sighed, your hair into a make shift pony tail in his hand.

Your cheeks hallowed, head moving up and down. Lance watches your every movement, eyes fixed on you and everything you did; had he known, he would have spoken to you much sooner.

The stifled gag comes when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, eyes watering as you pull back a bit. Lance pulls you up, "as much as I want you to keep going, I wanna cum somewhere else."

"My mouth is just as good, Lance," you tell him, wiping the side of your lips with your thumb, sucking your finger. You don't miss the way his cock twitches at the action.

He smiles, "I'm sure it is, but c'mere."

You let him pull you up before you get on his lap, straddling him.

There was enough liquor in your systems to give you the courage to do things you wouldn't normally do but that you’d definitely remember. 

Thighs squished on either side of him and your arms over his shoulders. His hand slides down from your hip to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. He smiles at you, admiring you. "Now, are you gonna stare at me all night or fuck me like I know you've been wanting too?"

For the second time that night, Lance had been caught off guard by your words. "You.. knew?"

"Of course I did, your staring wasn't exactly discreet, babe." You smile, pinching his cheek before you kiss him.

Your skirt bunched up on your hips, panties pulled to the side as you sank down onto his cock.

His hand on your hip guiding you, letting you bounce on his lap, his name falling from your lips.

Lance bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Lance's cheeks red not just from the lipstick you had on but from the blush forming on his cheeks; though if you asked him, he’d blame it on the liquor. 

"Fuck," you mumble, Lance's arms around you to keep you steady as you bounced on his lap, back arched slightly.

His hands squeeze at your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave behind fingerprints. 

“Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. 

Lance's lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he feels you clench around him. “Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He whispers into your shoulder, peppering kisses over where he had just bitten. 

Humming, your arms are wrapped around him, over his shoulders when you cum, wetness covering his cock. It takes only a few more thrusts and Lance follows behind you, the two of you holding onto each other for a while. Your legs are like jelly when Lance helps you up, letting you fix yourself.

He too get redressed and you change into a different top, fixing your skirt and your makeup before turning to him.

"11:58, we can make the ball drop." You grab his hand, pulling him out of the room with you.

Everyone was in the living room, watching the TV and chatting as they awaited the count down. Your brother notices your return, as well as Lances, who stood behind you.

"Outfit change?" Seb asks, handing you a glass.

You nod, "spilled soda on my other top." You tell him, watching as he passed a glass to Lance.

Seb hums, nodding. "And you required Lance's assistance to change?" His brow raises and your cheeks go red. "I.. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah," Seb laughs, "whatever, y/n."

Lance smiles, his arm over your shoulder as the countdown plays; 10, 9, 8.

Your fingers interlock with his; 7, 6.

His cheek presses to yours; 4, 5.

"3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!" The people in the room cheer, friends hugging and lovers kiss. Lance leans over and you turn a bit, your lips pressing to his for a new years kiss.

"Happy New Year, Lance." You smiled, wiping the lipstick from his lips. "Happy New Year, Y/n."

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[diabolimeservavit666]

Gabe meeting his kids' boyfriends Pt. 1

[Some months prior] Emery: I hope you don't mind but I asked my boyfriend to come over for dinner. Mick: *looks up at his youngest from setting the table* Oh, that's great! Who is he? Gabriel: *yells, a slam is heard before he appears in the room, wrapping a cold washcloth around his hand* Did I hear you say 'boyfriend'? And you never told me until now! Mick: *gives Gabe a concerned look* Emery: We've actually been friends for a long time, now. I didn't know how you would react. Gabriel: Why would I not support my son's lovelife? Mick: I'm sure whoever it is is great. When is he coming. {Doorbell rings.} Well, I guess, he's here then. Go ahead and let him in. Emery: *returns laughing with a boy appearing around his age* {The boy has wavy black hair combed to one side and bright green eyes. He's a bit tanned and dressed from head to toe in white leather.} Jibril: *bows, sliding one foot back to fall into a kneel* Emery: What are you doing? Jibril: It's polite to kneel before royalty but never turn a blind eye. Archangels are basically Heaven royalty. *returns to his feet* Gabriel: What else did he teach you, huh? How to bind an Archangel and sell them for juice? Emery: Dad! Jibril: No, it's fair. I knew this was going to happen. I had been warned before coming here. Mick: *pulls Gabe away into the kitchen before the Archangel says something else* *grabs Gabe by the shoulders, trying to make him look in his eyes* Hey! Hey, look at me. He's not his father's. He's not going to harm anyone. Gabriel: *on the verge of crying* You don't know that! Mick: Actually, I do. Jibril is a sweet kid. Wickedly smart as well. He's my step son's half brother. So, trust me, okay? Gabriel: *nods and takes a deep breath* J-Jibril? They named him after me? But why? Mick: You'll have to ask them. I know you really don't want to but it might help to talk. Come on, *grabs pot holders and gives two to Gabe* Let's get this food out there before it gets cold. [Present day] Kumari: Hey, uh, Dads, I would like to introduce you to my boyfriend. *pulls Carl into the room* {The boy being slightly shorter than him; his hair faded on one side, wavy brown hair combed to the other side, and sillimanite eyes. His outfit was clearly modeled after Ketch's "casual" look but white.} Gabriel: That's your boyfriend? Sam: I thought you two hated each other. Carl (Charles): Well, one thing came to another and, well- *smiles at Kalo who blushes in response* Sam: Please don't tell me you had sex. Kumari: No, no, we haven't yet. Don't worry. Gabriel: *stares in horror, thinking 'WHERE DID I GO WRONG?!'* Carl (Charles): So, am I welcome here then? I mean, Jibril had some luck with Melo and I kinda thought- Gabriel: *snaps out of his trance* GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE! Sam: Gabe. Kumari: *gives his father a betrayed look and leaves, dragging Carl up behind him* Gabriel: WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?! I'M LOSING MY BOYS TO HIS KIDS! AFTER EVERYTHING HE DID TO ME- Sam: Gabe, it's, um, it's okay. It will be okay. *holds the Archangel to keep him from crying*

#so um i was originally going for comedy but this isnt really funny #i kind of feel bad now #but theyre really good couples #and theyre great to each other so... #note these are my ocs #please dont use their names or identities for your own fics #sabriel #sam x gabriel #mickbriel #mick x gabriel #supernatural #my fanfiction #sam winchester #gabriel #mick davies #team free will #archangels #british men of letters #charles michael ketch (aka carl) #jibril baldur lokison #emery samael davies #kumari elijah winchester #carl x kumari #jibril x emery #shipping my own ocs but i dont care #they deserve love too #im imagining them as teenagers obviously #just fyi since i didnt feel like fitting this in but #jibrils outfit is supposed to be similar to a white and gold version of lokis skaarian outfit (similar not the same) #i edited it and now the words are bold

[theringers]

V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

#f1 smut asks #headcanons #f1 imagines #vcard anon #f1 blurb #f1 headcanon #f1 as frat bros

[zayray030]

Iris West Allen Birthday Headcanon

Barry Allen-Her Husband

Barry wakes up at the crack of dawn and always gives makes her the best birthday breakfast ever. He also runs around preparing the area for her when she wakes up.

And when Iris wakes up, it's always to the amazing smell of food and sees her house full of iris's.

Barry tries to stop her from leaving the house, using some *ahem* conventional methods.

(The turtle necks can be unbearable but she'll survive the rest of the day with dignity considering her friends are crazy.)

Team Citizen (Linda, Cynthia and Chester included)

Confetti is poped the moment she walks into the room.

A ton of pictures are taken and put on everyone's insta.

They all sing her happy birthday. No matter how off key it is.

They all make a group effort to make her a cake. She tries not to judge it by its cover and was so happy that she didn't.

Chester makes her a fancy gadget. (Be creative on what it can be cause I honestly don't know.)

Allegra always makes her a nice card, gives her a hug and gives her a cool leather jacket.

Kamilla shows her a scrapbook of all the photos that she's taken of Iris. Some are sexy, some are goofy and and some are cute. She looks good in every single one of them.

Linda let's her use her account for a week to buy as much coffee as she wants. That's probably the greatest gift given, considering how many articles that girl has.

Cynthia alway breaches over and gives her something unique from another earth. (The multiverse exists. Fuck you bitch)

West Family

Her dad always sings her the most unique birthday songs that has everone in tears by the end of it.

Cecile always makes sure to drop in subtle hints about new cases she can work on. (Joe hates it but the look of pure happiness on Iris's face stops him from talking)

Wally gives her an important gem or rune from his travel that symbolises something important. He also squeezes her real tight in a hug to remind himself that it's actually Iris there.

Joe also gives her a huge hug and tells her a story about her mother before the drugs happened. She's always grateful.

Jackie (fuck you she's a West) gives her some pretty clothes and make up that suits her skin tone.

Jenna (although young) gives her a hand drawn card and it's the cutest thing ever.

Team Flash

Oh my Lord, it's humiliating.

Cisco, while amazing, can't sing. It's basically a screach.

Iris just sits there and takes it because he seems so happy.

Well at least until Killer Frost has enough and threatens to throw an icicle at him.

(he takes the hint quickly)

Caitlin gives her a pare of really nice earrings and a nice jacket. She also brings a note with it that says sorry.

(Iris has tried to get her to stop but she won't listen.)

Killer Frost gets her an icicle pendant along with a chocker. She also makes her a custom ice sculpture. She also has a little note that says sorry for killing her. She also grants her infinite hugs for the rest of the day.

Cisco, my boy, gets her 3 different outfits. 1) Work. She needs to look elegant but he adds his own Cisco twist to it. 2) Meta fighting. Even though she doesn't have powers she's a bad ass and he makes sure her outfits are useful to fight. 3)Lounge wear. That boy knows comfy mood and he's got her

Ralph always gives her some new article to work on and they team up for one day any day when Iris wants.

Sue gets her beautiful jewellery .

(she still doesn't know whether she stole it or not)

All the Wells team up to help give a iris her gift. They always either tell her a story, give her beautiful relics or write up a book for her. She's always grateful for them.

Team Arrow

It's madness.

They all like to pretend that they have this in the bag.

But they don't.

They're scared that something would go wrong after Oliver (who's alive) brought her a mirror.

(it was the scariest moment of everyones life when she dropped it and started screaming and crying.)

So after that they always panic and try to get her a perfect gift.

Thea always gets her clothes. She makes sure that they would suit her skin type and limited make up.

Roy, bless his soul, gives her mint chip chocolate and is instantly swarmed with a hug.

(he didn't comment on the small tears.)

Felicity gets her 2 bottles of expensive wines from the Queen cellar along with with chocolate strawberry.

Oliver always gives her an exclusive interview and a really expensive gift.

(he tried to joke that he would show her his abs but when Barry zoomed over and his eyes crackled with lighting he shut his mouth up. Barry's scary when someone else tries to make a move on Iris.)

Laurel gets her purse and a gift bag. In the gift bag there's a small knife and gun along with jewellery.

Diggle and Lyla team up on the gift. They give her a pretty ring that Diggle made (Oliver gave him lessons.) Lyla also makes sure to fill her on in what happens at ARGUS.

The rest all buy her a chocolate cake.

Rogues

Lisa gives her a hug and a golden accessory.

(the gold goes really well with Iris's skin tone and Lisa is always jealous.)

Snart gives her an ice sculpture and teaches her a few words in Russian.

Mick writes her a book. It ranges from writing a list of reasons why people like her to a fantasy story about vampires.

The rest of the rogues make sure not to attack Central City to the week leading up to her birthday to the week after the birthday.

Team Supergirl

Kara gives her a huge hug. No matter what. Iris will always get a hug and a fly around Metropolis.

Alex gets her a gun. She knows it's not exactly normal but she knows it'll protect Iris against aliens that don't take a hint.

Mon-El (fuck you. Him and Kara are amazing) gets her a gift bag full of twizlers.

The rest of the team make a bunch of cupcakes.

Winn makes her some new tech and tries to out make Chester and sometimes Cisco to see who can make the best gift.

Lois gives her a coupon to an amazing spa because she understands the pain of having an idiot husband who's a superhero.

Clark gives her an exclusive for CC Citizen.

Batwoman

Mary makes sure that she gives Iris a shout out on her Insta because she adores her newspaper.

Kate gets her the most expensive gifts and tries to out do Oliver. It's always a competition between those two.

Luke makes her some fancy gadgets and bakes her some cookies.

Everyone teams up to get her a ton of bottles of wine, a dozen boxes of chocolates and a ton of roses.

Legends

Sara gets her artifacts from the different time lines even if it ruins the time line.

Ray gets her a pair of heels

(the first time he does it it was inside joke between him and Iris. After it became a tradition)

John Constantine makes sure to ward her. He places a ton of protective spells around her.

(everyone's grateful)

The rest of the Legends get her books.

Charlie gets her make up knowing what will suit her skin tone.

All Together

It's a fucking nightmare.

There's balloons and tinsel everywhere.

The mess is unreal.

They get dumb drunk.

They sing her happy birthday.

They eat all the cake.

(they're all glad that everyone bought Iris so much cake with Barry and Wally there along with Jesse.)

All criminals are taken care of by the rogues

In the end Barry helps Iris carry all her gifts home and as they lay down she remembers she's still loved and everyone will always protect her.

Iris West Allen is fucking loved.

Spread the fucking word.

#Iris West is loved #fuck anyone who doesn't think so #i love this queen #A lot of references to the mirror verse #im still fucking salty #protect iris West Allen #Iris West deserves better.

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[tommynikkivincemick]

three way call— part 5

Summary: Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx find themselves in the frustrating predicament of being infatuated with the same woman. This calls for a competition.

Author’s note: So I was gonna put Tommy’s date with Y/N in this chapter but it was already getting super long so I decided the date will get its own chapter. I also tried to do a chapter that wasn’t 90% dialogue but it’s still at least like 75% dialogue. Anyway, here’s the new chapter! Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy xx

Warnings: Language, sexual conversations, a little toxic masculinity.

Tommy would never admit it out loud to anybody but when Y/N spent the night in Nikki’s room with his face between her legs, he almost cried. He didn’t, because he wasn’t a pussy, but he really wanted to. It was also not good when the thing that woke him up that morning (well, more like afternoon) was more moaning from the bassist’s bedroom. Jesus Christ, Tommy thought, was Nikki’s jaw not sore by now? Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, the drummer rose and went to lock himself in the bathroom for the next hour to shower, brush his teeth, and tease his hair higher than the gods. After a while, he emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and hairspray (still in his underwear, but by god, his hair looked fabulous) to find the other Twin sitting on the couch (also in his underwear) with a cup of coffee.

“Morning, T-Bone,” Nikki said with a surprisingly pleasant smile.

“Morning, Sixx,” Tommy replied suspiciously, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Still sleeping.”

“Were you not just eating her out a little while ago?” The younger Twin asked, pouring a cup of coffee for himself and grabbing a cigarette from his pack to smoke, trying hard not to sound bitter.

“Yeah, y’know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day and all that,” Nikki’s smile settled into a cocky smirk, “But she went back to sleep right after.”

“Really? I thought it was dessert,” Tommy commented, taking a seat beside the bassist and lighting his cigarette.

“Why the fuck would it be dessert?”

“Well I figure after I take her out for dinner and drinks tonight, Y/N will make a nice sweet treat.”

Nikki elbowed Tommy and the drummer laughed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, getting their caffeine and nicotine fixes.

“We gotta stop fighting, man,” Tommy said finally.

“It’s not fighting, it’s... banter,” Nikki dismissed.

“Well whatever it is, we gotta stop picking at each other all the time. It’s stressing out Y/N and I don’t like it either. I know we have this dumb bet but I don’t wanna lose you in the process, dude. You’re still my best friend and shit, you know.”

“Yeah, I get it. This is a whole fucked up situation. It sounded fun, but a couple days in and it’s already starting to be a drag. Not to be a little bitch, but you’re like my brother, I don’t wanna lose you either.”

“That’s a little gay, guys,” Vince yawned, emerging from his room.

“Dude we said we love each other, we didn’t say we wanna suck each other’s dicks,” Tommy laughed.

“Wouldn’t you, though?” The blonde mused pouring milk and sugar into a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

“NO!” Both Twins yelled, their cheeks turning a vivid shade of red.

“Mhm, okay,” Vince hummed dismissively, sitting in a chair near the couch, “So how goes the bet, boys?”

The Twins both groaned in exhaustion.

“She loves both of us, and it’s hell,” Nikki sighed.

“And we don’t wanna ruin our friendship in the process, which is also a hard thing to do,” Tommy added.

Vince nodded thoughtfully, but didn’t reply, as his eyes said all he needed to say: sounds like a you problem.

“So Tom, are you taking her out tonight?” The blonde said, changing the subject.

The drummer nodded with a smile.

“Yeah man, nothing too fancy. I think we might go out to that state park in Malibu, see the stars. She likes stars. We’ll probably go eat beforehand and then get some bottles and go out there and, y’know, see what happens.”

“Wine, dine, and sixty-nine; solid plan,” Nikki nodded.

“She’ll like that: Malibu is nice,” Vince agreed, “I’ve been meaning to take Lovey up there sometime.”

“Lovey is a cunt,” Nikki said automatically without even a moments thought.

“Hey, man— actually, you’re kind of right,” The singer shrugged.

“Who’s talking about that cunt, Lovey?” A female voice chimed in from Nikki’s bedroom.

“Nikki called her that— he didn’t even think about it!” Vince tried to keep himself from laughing about his friend insulting his girlfriend.

“Sorry— it’s a conditioned response. Like how a dog drools when Pavlov rings a bell? I call Lovey a cunt whenever I hear her name,” Nikki explained with a smirk, “Morning, gorgeous, how was your night?”

Y/N tilted the bassist’s chin up with her fingertips and gently kissed his lips.

“It was a good night, of course. Wanna maybe go fix me some coffee?” She asked the bassist.

He nodded and rose from the couch to go to the kitchen. She took his spot next to Tommy and settled into his side, her head on his shoulder.

“Sleep well?” She asked, looking up at him.

“Hm, well enough. What about you?” The drummer asked, in turn looking down at her.

“Like the dead,” She sighed, and then whispered, “I’m sorry if you heard anything from Nikki’s room last night. I don’t know how thick the walls are and I was drunk and—“

“It’s okay, baby, I get it; we all want. And I know you love Nikki, I don’t blame ya.”

She leaned up slightly and pecked him on the lips.

“But I love you, too, you know that, right?” She asked.

“I know, sweetheart, I love you too,” He said with a charming smile, leaning down and kissing her again, a little deeper, but keeping it short.

The more intimate Y/N became with the Twins, the more she noticed their subtle differences. For example, their scents; Nikki smelled like expensive whiskey (despite drinking mostly Jack Daniels), leather, luxurious pipe tobacco, blood, and incense. Tommy smelled like sand and surf, clean lime, sage, peppermint, and what might be sandalwood— though above both of them hung a thick layer of cigarette smoke and the liquor of the night. Where Nikki was dark and brooding, Tommy was bright and bubbly. Nikki’s love was all consuming and intense; Tommy’s love was easy and exuberant. If Nikki was a glass of wine, Tommy was a margarita. Tommy was an angel and Nikki was a devil. It was jarring how two totally different people could somehow look and act just alike.

She supposed that was part of the reason she loved them both so much; they were yin and yang but hey, to the eye they were both black and white. Both beautiful with sharp cheekbones and jawlines, fluffy black hair, sparkling eyes (Nikki’s were a bluish shade of hazel while Tommy’s were on the green and brown side), towering height, lean builds, kissable lips, and heartbreaking smiles. They were truly two sides of the same coin.

Nikki has to admit as he watched Y/N curl up with Tommy that they looked good together, slotting against one another like puzzle pieces. But little did he know that Tommy thought the same about her with him. The truth was that they brought out different sides of her; with Nikki she explored the side of herself that was a jaded, experienced, sensual heartbreaker of a woman, and with Tommy she felt like a young girl experiencing real love for the first time.

“You know what’s weird?” Vince piped up, breaking everyone’s focus, “That Y/N works so well with both of you guys. Like, if I was a girl, I could definitely put a ring on Tommy, but I would kill Nikki in cold blood in the first month.”

“I’d probably cheat on you, Vinnie,” Tommy joked, “But if Nikki was a chick? I’d never cheat on him because I know he would like carve my heart out and offer my soul to Satan or something.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me anyway!” Nikki laughed as he returned from the kitchen, handing Y/N her cup of coffee, “We’re soulmates, man. If I were a woman, you’d be so deeply in love with me, you wouldn’t even think about another girl, not even Y/N. Plus, I mean, I’d be sexy as fuck as a chick.”

“I’d be hot as a chick, too. I think if we were girls, we’d be lesbians,” Tommy mused, “No matter what we are, one thing would be constant: we would love the ladies and the ladies would love us. Y/N, would you still be into us if we were girls?”

“Hm...” She hummed in thought, looking over the two of them, “Yeah, I’d still be down. You two already kind of look like ladies, with the makeup and the hair and the heels. It wouldn’t be so different.”

“We do not look like ladies!” Vince protested.

Y/N finished her coffee and got her clothes on and threw her hair up with a red scrunchy before going home to get ready to go out again. She showered and did her hair and put on makeup, but then came the time to pick an outfit. She didn’t know what she and Tommy would be doing; he told her it was a surprise. So, she called him.

“Mötley residence, Mick speaking.”

“Oh, hey, when did you go over?” She asked.

“About an hour ago. How was last night? Vince said you and Nikki got down and dirty,” The guitarist asked, trying not to sound too much like a gossipy hairdresser.

“We didn’t go all the way, if that’s what you’re asking. Nikki wanted to go down on me, and it sounded good so I let him. And that was... wow. He could have a good future as a prostitute, let’s put it that way,” She dished with a wistful smile on her recently red painted lips.

“Very interesting. And you’re going out with Tommy tonight, right?”

“Yeah, I actually called to ask him something.”

“Is he gonna get a taste tonight?”

“Quit being a gossip, Mars man!” She laughed, “Besides, I’ll tell you and Vince how tonight goes, anyway. Now would you please put Tommy on?”

“Sure thing, kid. TOMMY, PHONE FOR YOU!” Mick yelled into the house.

Y/N heard a clattering in the background before the desired voice came over the line.

“Mötley residence, Tommy speaking,” The drummer greeted with a chipper tone.

“Hello, Tommy, my love,” She grinned, twisting the phone cord around her fingers.

“Oh, hey! What’s happening, hot stuff?” She could practically hear his smile.

“I just wanted to ask what I should wear; I don’t know where we’re going, so...”

“Hm. Uh, something comfortable. Maybe something with another layer on top? It might get cold. But if you don’t want to, I’ll give you my sweatshirt or something, I don’t mind, and I always have a jacket in the van—“

“Tommy, babe, I’ll just break it down, ok? Boots, sneakers, flats, or heels?”

“Definitely not heels. I vote boots,” He replied.

“Dress, skirt, shorts, or pants?” She asked.

“Skirt, but wear tights or something. Like I said, it might get cold.”

“Honey, I don’t think my fishnets are really gonna help me,” She smirked.

“I just think you look sexy in a skirt, that’s all. Especially that black leather one,” He hinted.

“That was the plan. Okay, thank you, baby, that’s all I needed,” She concluded.

“Alright! I’ll pick you up in a little bit,” He said excitedly.

“Alright. Love you, bye,” She said. M

“Love you, bye.”

She finally decided on black leather boots, the leather skirt and fishnets (as requested by the lovesick drummer), a red, off the shoulder top, and no jacket because truth be told, she kind of wanted to borrow Tommy’s; it was a little beat up and worn in, but that only made it more comfortable, plus it smelled like him. As she sprayed perfume on her neck, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.

“IT’S OPEN!” She yelled as she fine tuned the details of her outfit.

She heard the door open and close and heavy footsteps on the wood floor. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind and a pair of lips found her neck.

“You know, you shouldn’t just say the door is open when someone rings the bell. I could have been a serial killer,” The familiar voice of Tommy murmured in her ear.

“You’d kill me if you were a serial killer?”

“Oh, for sure,” He laughed and turned her around to face him, “But let’s be real, if anybody in Mötley Crüe was a murderer, it would be Nikki.”

“Absolutely.”

The drummer leaned down and kissed her lips gingerly before throwing his arm over her shoulder as they left her apartment. He opened the door of his van for her and got in the drivers seat. Y/N glanced in the rear view mirror at the back of the van; he had cleaned it up, which was nice. There were blankets, pillows, a large cooler, and a little lantern in the back.

“Are we going camping?” She asked.

“Kind of, but not really. I was gonna take you out to eat but I decided it would be better to pack everything into one experience, so I just got takeout from that hotdog place you like on La Brea, and doughnuts for dessert,” Tommy explained as he backed out of the parking lot and got on the road.

“Well, where are we going?” She asked impatiently.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He winked at her and laced his fingers with hers, driving into the night.

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[propertyofnikkisthighs]

Afraid Ch. 4

Warnings: None

1988

“I can’t believe you volunteered to go to Canada with Motley Crue of all people” Sam sighed laying down on my bed.

“Ugh can we not remind me.” I had only been out of rehab for a week and we were needing to fly to Vancouver tomorrow to start on the boy’s newest album. Alarik purred as he pranced around our heads, poor guy had no idea I was leaving again and for longer this time.

“You fell for that good ol’ Nikki Sixx charm didn’t you?” Sam snickered and I shoved her lightly.

“I did not. I am going because it is my job and may be my only chance to go to Canada. Also Mick Mars.” I didn’t want to admit to her or myself that Nikki had me in his grasp. I was whipped by his green eyes.

“Pfft. I saw the way you two looked at each other when I picked you up from rehab. You two are totally gonna bone.” Sam sat up suddenly. “Wait! Did you pack sexy clothes?”

“Uh no? Cause we aren’t gonna ‘bone’ there or ever” I scoffed. Okay, maybe I threw in a pair or two of lacy panties.

“Nope. Get in the car we need to get you lingerie now.” Sam jumped up grabbing her purse and keys and started towards the door and once Sam had decided something you couldn’t tell her no.

I fingered through the rack of corsets at the second sex shop we had gone to since the first one had been a bust. Nothing screamed ‘Nikki’ at me and I was getting frustrated with not only the piss poor selection, but also with Sam for making me do this, and myself for even looking for something to appeal to Nikki fucking Sixx.

“Sam this is so stupid. This is Nikki Sixx we’re talking about here, he would fuck a breakfast burrito if it had on eyelashes and a skirt.” I sighed annoyed with the events of today.

“Key word is would babes” Sam winked “You would be surprised how high of standards you actually have when you don’t have drugs clouding your brain.”

“If you’re so dead set on this why don’t you fuck him?” I made my way to the second to last rack in the shop ready to call it quits.

“I would never. Besides, he gives you such piercing ‘fuck me’ eyes it’s my civic duty to try to get you guys to bone.” Sam joined me at the rack I was thumbing through and held up a small school girl outfit. “Can’t go wrong with this classic?”

“No I want something that screams original.” I flipped through and felt leather “Wait.” I pulled up a bra harness that crossed over the top in the shape of a pentagram paired with a black lacy thong that had a similar garter harness.

“Oh that’s definitely the one!” Sam squealed clapping. “Quick go try it on and see if it fits!” She pushed me into the dressing room with such force I almost slammed into the wall. I removed my clothes and slipped into the lingerie set admiring the way it accentuated my body. My cleavage bubbled slightly at the top in a flattering way and I was almost turning myself on looking at me. I quickly changed back into my regular clothes and grabbed my newest favorite lingerie set.

“So?!” Sam questioned excitedly

“This is the one!” I smiled heading up to the counter and placed the outfit in front of the older woman behind the register.

“Oh this is beautiful. You got a lucky fella.” She smiled ringing it up when Sam set the school girl outfit on the counter as well.

“Trust me on this you will thank me later” Sam said holding her hand up when I started to protest.

I paid for my outfits and we made our way back to Sam’s car. I didn’t want to admit it, but the new outfits had me actually looking forward to waking up early to take this flight now. Even if Nikki and I didn’t have anything happen between us (not that I wanted that or anything) the outfits could always be worn for someone else. I lit a cigarette as Sam drove in the direction of my apartment and sighed thinking about all the future possibilities I had now that I was sober and on a good path.

“What are you smiling at? Thinking of Nikki?” Sam teased.

“Not everything is about Nikki you brat” I laughed “No I’m just….happy to have a clear mind you know?”

“I’m happy for you” Sam smiled and patted my thigh.

“Thank you” I smiled back at her.

“Happy you’re gonna finally get laid.” I smacked her hand as she let out a loud laugh and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze.

“You’re lucky you’re my only friend or I would be hanging out with someone else right now” I was really going to miss her stupid teasing while in Vancouver.

I pulled my sunglasses down my nose as I waited on the tarmac for the private jet Motley had coming to get them and watched as Tommy and Vince held onto and kissed their wives. I couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for them, but then when I thought about it I remembered this is Motley Crue and there’s no way these women didn’t know they were marrying whores. I caught Mick rolling his eyes at the displays of affection and couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled from my lips.

“What has you so chummy this morning?” Nikki said suddenly at my side.

“Nothing now that you’re here” I flicked my eyes at him before pushing my sunglasses up my nose again.

“Ouch, you really know how to cut a man deep babe” Nikki feigned hurt clutching his heart.

“I am sure you will move on” I rolled my eyes despite him being unable to see me do so.

“Come on I thought we were friends now” Nikki threw an arm around my shoulders and I felt my cheeks become warm with blush.

“We are coworkers” I chuckled, but I didn’t shrug him off of my shoulders.

“I will get you to admit that we are friends and you enjoy my company by the time this album is over” He laughed pulling me a little closer to him.

“(Y/N)!” Tommy yelled walking toward us “Dude this album is gonna be so sick I can feel it” He high fived Nikki and pulled me into a hug. I learned early on that Tommy was a hugger and my protests would go unheard so I gave up and allowed him to hug me long ago.

“Hey Tommy” My voice came out muffled as he had me squeezed to him. He finally released me and flashed me his signature smile.

“I already have some things written and in mind that I can show you on the plane. Speaking of.” Nikki gestured to the private jet that was now ready and waiting for them to board.

We made our way onto the plane and the boys took what appeared to be already determined spots getting themselves comfortable. I walked towards the farthest end of the plane, but Nikki pulled me into the seat next to him.

“Hey I was trying to sit back and read my book” I protested.

“Well you can still sit back and read your book next to your friend” Nikki smirked and leaned over clipping the seat belt over my lap. “Safety first” he winked.

“Kill me now” Mick grumbled and settled into his seat closing his eyes.

Once we were up in the air Nikki brought out his guitar and began showing Tommy and Mick a few notes and lyrics that he had gotten together. I tried to focus solely on my book, but I couldn’t help but try to listen in on their conversations regarding the song Nikki was showing them.

“So I was thinking we could call it ‘Kickstart My Heart’ and it’s just like all these things that make us feel alive that isn’t cocaine” Nikki explained to the boys.

“Okay so what could be compared to skydiving naked from an airplane?” Mick mused over in his mind.

“Well what about something about chicks man? Chicks always make me feel alive.” Tommy laughed and I snorted accidentally giving myself away as listening.

“Something you want to add here babe?” Nikki smirked at me.

“Maybe I do” I said snatching the lyrics out of his hand.

When I get high I get high on speed

Top fuel funny car’s a drug for me

Always got the cops coming after me

Custom built bike doing 103

Skydive naked from and aeroplane

“So this song is about adrenaline, right? Well what about a woman gives you a rush?” I questioned the boys handing the lyrics back to Nikki.

“A kick ass body” Tommy laughed. “Nice big tits. Something out of this world.”

“A lady with a body from outer space?” I rolled my eyes, these guys were ridiculous why did I agree to this?

“Wait. I like the way that sounds.” Nikki scribbled some more on the sheet with the lyrics and I tried to return back to my book and pray the flight would be over soon enough. I was finally able to tune the boys out and focus on my book when I felt a weight on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Nikki resting his head on my shoulder with the arm rest that was between us now pushed up. The seats were spacious enough that he didn’t need to rest his head on me and he could’ve reclined his seat, so I knew he was just trying to annoy me. I did my best to ignore him and continue reading my book, but with every movement of his head his hair would tickle my neck and face.

“Can I help you?” I asked slamming my book shut.

“No I was just getting comfy.” He flashed his stupid cute smirk at me and I felt my face heat up again. I hated that he had this power over me.

“You’re being extra annoying today Nikki Sixx” I muttered under my breath deciding I might as well give up on reading my book.

“You shouldn’t speak to your friends that way.” He propped his chin on my shoulder and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He really was already looking better compared to the strung out Nikki I had first met, hell even compared to the Nikki I met the first day of rehab he looked better. Without thinking I reached up and stroked his cheek lightly with my finger tips. He drew a sharp breath and that seemed to make me regain my senses and I pulled my hand away like I had been burned. Luckily Nikki didn’t comment on the action and the rest of the flight was silent as he nodded out against my shoulder. I must have fallen asleep too because the next thing I knew we were landing in Vancouver and the boys were grabbing all their stuff they had brought on the plane with them.

“We couldn’t get a big enough car to carry all of you together and your shit since we brought an extra” Doc said gesturing my way “So you’ll have to figure out how to separate yourselves”

“(y/n) and I will ride together” Nikki said tugging me toward a black SUV not giving me room to argue.

“But-” Tommy started.

“Come on T-Bone you too” Nikki called behind him and Tommy gladly galloped to your sides.

“I just wanted to ride with Mick for some peace and quiet for once” I groaned before climbing into our designated car with the boys while the driver packed all our things into the trunk.

“You gotta lighten up” Tommy laughed before brandishing a flask. “Here. Take a sip of this Jack it’ll help you loosen up.”

“Tommy we literally just got out of rehab” I quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah for drugs, not alcohol”

Well who was I to argue with that logic. And with a shrug from Nikki we all passed the small flask around enjoying the slight burn from the whiskey.

#nikki sixx x reader #nikki sixx fanfic #motley crue fanfic #nikki sixx #Afraid

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Don't Test Me (Tommy Lee x Reader One Shot)

Summary:

You're Tommy's best friend. You really don't like his girlfriend who's been nothing but a bitch to you. You confront Tommy about it and you two end up fighting.

Warnings:

Lots of fucking language

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

//

You sit backstage, sipping on the bottle of vodka you snatched from the open bar. God knows you needed it. Tommy's girlfriend keeps bothering you.

You had ate two chocolate bars on the way over to the venue because you were hungry. Tommy's girlfriend decided to speak up about how much weight you gained since she met you. That, of course, made you angry. You were about to go off on her, but Nikki stopped you. You were already upset before you guys even got into the limo because Diana made a comment about your outfit.

What made you even more upset is the fact that Tommy, your best friend, said nothing to defend you. Nikki, Vince, and Mick were the ones trying to help you out.

Tommy thinks he's in love with this girl. She's nothing but a groupie that wants his money and fame. You don't understand how he can't see that.

"I think you need to do something with your hair," Diana says from beside you. You can hear the boys finishing up on stage. "It's got dead ends and looks really greasy. That's okay, though. Not everyone can have great hair like me."

You see Nikki round the corner. He meets your eyes and he knows you're about to knock a bitch out.

He rushes over to you. "Uh, (Y/N), I need your help with something."

You tear your deathly glare away from the bleach blonde that's beside you to look up at Nikki.

"What could you possibly need my help with?" You nearly growl.

"I need help to get my makeup off. You know how the stuff really sticks to my skin after a show," Nikki responds.

You sigh. You definitely know how hard that shit is to get off after he's been sweating. You push yourself off the couch with one hand, your vodka is in the other. "Alright get your ass in the bathroom."

"Ooh, is Nikki getting lucky?" Vince teases as you walk by him.

You grin at him. "Of course he is. He's lucky enough that I agreed to get his makeup off."

Vince laughs, nudging Tommy who looks unamused.

You furrow your eyebrows. He wasn't in this mood before he got on stage. "You alright T-Bone?"

He just snarls at you, walking away angrily. You stand frozen in your spot. You don't know what you did to deserve that. You turn to go ask him what's wrong, but see Diana straddling him with her tongue down his throat. You roll your eyes. You had to get to Nikki, anyways.

You walk into the bathroom, smirking as Nikki scrubs hopelessly at his face.

"You really can't get that shit off," You laugh, pushing him to sit on the toilet.

You grab the rag he was using and start to carefully remove the makeup. You didn't scrub too hard cause you didn't want to rub his face raw.

You're both silent as you're lost in concentration.

Nikki breaks the silence. "You're so pretty."

You look at him, your cheeks turning a deep red. "You're not so bad yourself, Sixx."

"I wish I had asked you out after our one night stand," Nikki blurts.

You sigh, working on his lips now. "Then why didn't you?"

He shrugs. "It was a stupid decision when I didn't."

You nod your head. "Damn right it was."

"You would have said yes?" Nikki asks, surprised.

"I would have if you asked me then," You respond. You walk over to the sink and ring the rag out. "You know full well I like someone else."

Nikki sighs. "I know." He pauses. His signature smirk grows on his lips. "A kiss for the road then?"

You roll your eyes, smiling at him. "Alright, Sixx."

He gets up. He doesn't hesitate to press his lips hard against your own. You're surprised by the urgency of the kiss, but melt into it anyway. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you possibly can. You wish that Nikki had asked you out. Maybe if he had you wouldn't have fell so hard for Tommy. You wouldn't be heartbroken every time you saw him with another girl. You'd be with Nikki and everything would be alright. You wouldn't feel like you do know.

"Get the fuck off of her," A voice growls from the doorway.

You and Nikki pull away from each other, surprised that someone was in the room.

Tommy stands there. His eyes are glowing with anger. Nikki doesn't move away from you. He just wraps his arm around your waist.

"Why should I? She's not your girl," Nikki challenges him. "You're too much of a pussy to man up to her about how you feel."

"Nikki," You warn underneath your breath.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Tommy nearly yells. He's getting to his breaking point.

"I said, you're a pussy," Nikki repeats, letting go of me and stepping closer to the angry Tommy.

"Tommy," You nearly beg. You really didn't want them fighting.

Tommy doesn't even glance in your direction. His eyes are set on the black haired man standing in front of him.

Tommy doesn't respond, he just punches Nikki straight in the jaw. Nikki is stunned for a moment. He quickly recovers, pushing Tommy to the ground, his fist hitting Tommy's face over and over again in different places.

"Nikki!" You scream. You wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him off of Tommy.

Surprisingly, he doesn't resist me much. You push Nikki out of the bathroom.

"Go cool your ass off!" You yell at him as he walks away.

You walk back into the bathroom, helping Tommy up onto the toilet seat. You close the bathroom door. You grab the rag that you used on Nikki's makeup and try to clean up Tommy's face.

However, when you go to put the rag on his face, he snatches it out of your hand.

"I don't need your goddamn help," He growls.

You frown at him. You grab the rag back. "I don't care if you need it or not. I'm going to help you."

You start dabbing the bloody spots as easy as you can. Even though he's being a dick, you didn't want to hurt him.

"Oh fuck you," He snarls, letting you clean his face up.

You pause, leaning back with your hands on your hips. "What the fuck did I do to you?"

"You fucking kissed him, that's what!" Tommy yells, glaring up at you.

You shake your head. "That can't be it. You were pissed at me the moment you got off stage."

"Why are you always around that dickhead?" Tommy asks, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Because I can't be around my best friend without wanting to kill his "girlfriend"," You respond using air quotes.

"What's with the air quotes? You jealous or sumthin'?" Tommy says smugly.

You roll your eyes. "Have you not heard what she's been saying to me? Tommy she's fucking called me fat and ugly more times than I can count." You feel the tears coming and anger starting to roll through your veins. "At least Nikki stood up for me!" You yell at him.

"I know she did that! That's why I just broke up with her!" Tommy yells back.

You scoff. "Before I came in here she had her tongue down your throat." You cross your arms.

"You didn't get to see the scene we cause when I told her we were over! She's not who I want!"

"Oh did another groupie catch your eye?" You roll your eyes.

"Don't start that shit! You slept with Nikki the day you met him!"

"Are you saying I'm a groupie? Wow, thanks Thomas," You say.

"That's not what I'm saying!" Tommy takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "I want you," He blurts. "I want you so much it hurts. But your interested in Nikki."

Your heart stops. He likes you back? This entire time you were convinced he didn't. A smile grows on your face.

"What are you smiling at?" He asks, looking tired.

You press your lips against his. Your heart flutters as you feel him kiss back. You're careful with his lip since he busted it. He wraps his arms around your waist and tries to pull you closer.

You pull away, grinning at him. "I want you too, T-Bone."

#motley crue #classic rock #rock #rocknroll #rock music #rockband #tommy lee #tommy lee x reader #tommy x reader #reader insert #reader #fanfiction #fanfic #reader imagine #imagine

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Megamind gets OBLITERATED 4 TAX EVASION

Megamind sat in his evil lair and moped after his latest defeat. He thought he would finally win againt his old nemasis Metro Man. He thought he had finally discoved the sercret to killing him and taking over Metropolis, but he had failed once again. He threw a chair angrily. “Sir may i take your coat?” Minion asked. “FUCK OFF minion ahhhahahhah” Megamind started crying before he finshed his sentence. “I just wanna feel usefull for once” . He summoned his army of brainbots. “Brainbots, take my coat! I have an idea.” he screamed darkly. He finaly knew how to defeat Metroman. He needed a sidekick. Someone stronger than Minono. Someone who could kicj Metromans ass off. Someone like Michal richard pence. Ah yes, the whole of Metropolis knew that Metro Mna was  raging Homosexual, thall knew that in his free time he would steal fom all the gay bars in metropolis. “Minionnn, gete my sex blaster and my phonno” After the 5th ringe, MRP gave a quiet “Hewwo UwU?” “Pence?” Megamind asked “Is that you?”. “Yes, it's me mwegamind. What do chu need fwom me? UwU” Pence asked shyly. “I want you help destroying Metroman.” cackled Megamind creepily. “I need you to lend me you immense power to obliterate him.” “I don't know mwegamind.” Micke wimpered. “Listen here you little baby UWU sbhit I need this!” Megamind was not doing well on his tax payments and the IRS would be at his hosue in a matter of days. “If i don't get fid of this rich white boy, the taxes in this town will just keep rising and I can’t handle that>” Pince hung up the phone and instead texted to mega “pwease dwon’t be mwad at me UWU raw *nuzzles*” “Im not mad at you mr. pence i just wish you would take things more serously.” It tooks only seconds for Mike to reply. “Well maybe if you were a cute girl I'd say yes.” the reply read. Megamind had anticipated ths and prepared to shoot himsefl with the dreaded sex blaster. Moinon walked into the room right as Megamind (AKA chad) was pointing the blaster at his head “no don’t do it youll lose your beautiful masculinity” Chad turned to MInnon adn stared at him with a blank face “I can alwasy swtich it back you absolute idiot” he said while turning the knobs to Cis white anime sraight smart female. He felt himself begin transforming immediately. His shiny blue baldnesss began sprouting hair. Long blue pigtails stretched down pasted his knees. His waist thinned but his ass thicked. His pecks expanded slightly to become buhungalahoogas and his eyes grew biig. His already oddly long heels extended to the middle of his thigh while his outfit began to shrink and form into a mini skirt and a white button up. His high collar was sawpped out for a school girl tie and arm sleeves. “I am ready for battle” he announced in a new and improved feminine voice. Mikey, who was now face timing the bald man squeeled with excitmemnet. “Now we can be a pwopew team’ Megamid cheered happily to himself. He was finally ready to take on Microman and the IRS.

#funny #fanfiction #megamind #mike pence #obama #haha #pence #meme #bible #story #short story #chad #uwu #tax #tax fraud #friends having fun #part2? #part 2? #IRS #tax evasion #bald #hatsunetsumiko #hatsune miku #metro man

[sanguinesixx]

cat and mouse - four

You lose your hand.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five, Part Six

Sorry this was gone for so long! I hope this is as good as the original chapter. Thank you for your patience, guys. <3.

Danielle does not like you to mope. Especially not over boys, so it’s truly no surprise when she drags you to a concert. Except for the fact it’s literally the one concert you’d rather die than go to.

She’s excited like she is for all of their concerts, flitting around the apartment and picking our outfits. She says she prefers you with less makeup, so it’s kept minimal, and your outfit is casual with a chain belt. Nothing compared to Danielle, who lives for flashy. It suits her well.

It’s cold out despite your jeans as you and Danielle make your way to the venue. It’s mostly quiet minus the clacking of her heels on the concrete until she asks: “So, are you ever gonna tell me what happened between you and Nikki?”

You shrug. The million dollar question. Maybe you would if it was less humiliating. She’s so graceful and charming that telling her about what happened seems scarier than it should be. She’s your best friend after all, but you’re not ready to talk about it.

The venue is stifling and smells like a hot room full of people who haven’t showered. Fitting. You’re a little late because the band is already on stage performing the first song in the line up. You and Danielle hang out towards the back for thirty seconds maximum before she’s dragging you close to the stage so that Tommy can see her. He spots her and gives her a blinding smile, then sees you, double takes, and then gives you a smile that somehow outshines Danielle’s. The tension in your chest dissolves, and it’s easier to enjoy the music despite the eyes coming from the left side of the stage burning a hole through you.

—

“Where the fuck have you been, man?” Tommy greets you backstage with a bone crushing hug matching the one he gave Danielle. The hug is warm and comforting. He smells like sweat and weed. His pupils are blown.

You and Danielle hit backstage as soon as the set ended. Your heart was going to beat out of your chest at the thought of seeing the boys, but mainly Nikki. If he was gonna be backstage with everyone else, you kinda didn’t want to be there, but you knew you had to stop being a baby and make up with him already. You did kinda miss him.

“Around.” You shrug, grinning back at him. Danielle wraps a protective arm around your waist.

“I missed you, dumbass!” Tommy ruffles your hair affectionately. “Don’t disappear on us like that again, ‘kay? Nikki misses you, he’s in a piss-poor mood constantly now.”

You tense involuntarily. Nikki was still a touchy subject for you, regardless of your intentions to talk to him. Less so now because of what he said, and more so now that you had such a dramatic reaction and were embarrassed for overreacting. Logically, you know it was just humiliation and alcohol, which, in your case, was never a good mix, but something kept nagging at the corner of your brain anyway.

Your smile comes out a little tight. Tommy notices immediately and pales. Danielle just rubs soothing circles on your shoulder.

He opens and closes his mouth a couple times before apparently deciding on, “Hey...I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you knew about all that.”

A look of confusion cements itself on your face. “Of course I did.” You were literally there.

Tommy grimaces. “Look, okay, if I had known he was making bets like that about you then I would’ve told you, man. I just didn’t think he was shitty enough to actually make bets about whether or not he could screw you. Just didn’t seem like him.”

The air is sucked out of the room. A stone drops into the pit of your stomach. “He what?”

Danielle blinks slowly, running a hand over her curls a few times before saying lowly, “I’m really gonna kill him this time.”

“Tommy, what are you talking about?” You ask, voice small. It feels as if someone has dumped a bucket of ice water on you and stuck you outside in the wind. There’s no way you heard him right.

“Oh, fuck me, I thought you knew.”

“Did you just say he was making bets about whether or not he could fuck me?”

Danielle swears. “Let’s just go back to the apartment, yeah? Tommy, you coming with? If so, bring the boys. I don’t have to say sans Nikki but if you bring him I’ll kill you both.”

You let Danielle guide you away on shaky legs, manicured hand rubbing your back, head spinning with angry thoughts of betrayal.

--

The air outside is freezing by now. You barely remember making it from the venue to your apartment, but Danielle has you sat on the couch while she makes you some kind of drink in the kitchen.

“Hey, bug.” she says, suddenly in front of you. She carefully sets a steaming mug and a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table in front of you. Her use of her childhood nickname for you settles a warm, comfortable blanket over the thoughts in your head like magic. “It’s just a hotty toddy, but if you want to get drunk we can always do that, too.”

You shake your head and curl into her lap, head resting on her thighs. She lights a cigarette and turns on the T.V. before beginning to gently run her fingers through your hair. You fall asleep to the noise from the news and Danielle’s soothing touch.

--

Your apartment is foggy with cigarette and weed smoke. A cigarette balances between your pointer and middle finger, haze swirling up to join the rest of the cloud collecting at the ceiling. You take a long drag and, upon exhale, attempt to blow it as hard as you can to cover the staticky face of the weatherman on television.

“Vince,” you say, blowing the rest of the smoke out of your lungs. “Will you get me a beer?”

You’re curled up between Danielle and Tommy. You have your head on Danielle’s shoulder and your feet on Tommy’s lap. Vince is sitting on Danielle’s end of the couch, finishing off a Heineken. Mick is gone.

“Yeah, sure, kid.” Vince’s back cracks loudly as he stands to stretch languidly. He moves to the kitchen slowly, the fog of his high undoubtedly weighing him down.

You almost reach for the joint in Danielle’s hand, but don’t, remembering the last time you got high two weeks ago when the thoughts of Nikki began to constrict your chest. Maybe the weed should relax you, but all it does is make the thoughts about him harder to filter.

Vince saunters back into the living room. “How’s pizza sound?” Everyone makes a noise of approval so Vince makes his way back to the kitchen to order. 

It’d been two months since Tommy had dropped the bomb on you. You’d never felt so naive and embarrassed before. You hadn’t talked to Nikki since, except to tell him to fuck off when he showed up at the diner to beg you to talk to him. Sometimes he’d show up at the apartment, too, and either Danielle or one of the boys would ask him to leave.

More often than not, though, he’d call. Danielle answers all the calls now before handing the phone to you in case it’s Nikki. You’re lucky that your friends are allowing you space and not asking you to forgive him, even though it probably causes considerable strain. Especially on the band.

One day, Tommy had actually broken his nose. Nikki showed up late for practice, high as balls, spouting nonsense and total bullshit, some supposedly about you. So, Tommy threw a right hook and cracked Nikki’s nose before leaving for your place.

Most of your time was now spent with Tommy and Danielle. When Danielle was at work, Tommy would be there to keep you company. When Tommy had plans, Danielle would drink wine with you and tuck you in bed when you inevitably got too drunk. Dani would pick up shifts to work with you, even. Sometimes Vince and Mick would come over and you would all drink and smoke and pass out until the next day.

The new routine was comfortable. You liked the constant company of your friends, the weed and the wine, and the consistent flow of takeout. When you really thought about it, though, something was missing. 

Nikki, unfortunately, was undeniably a gaping hole in the little schedule you’d settled into. No matter how much smoke you produced to haze out the apartment, regardless of which of your friends soothed the burn enough for you to manage it, you felt the lack of his presence like a hot fire in your chest every day.

You call him.

The ‘5′ and ‘2′ buttons are sticky. You pause before dialing, taking a deep breath. The ringing nauseates you. Anxiety coils in your stomach like a boa, until he answers, “Hello?”

Your chest explodes in some emotion you can’t identify at the sound of his voice, filtered through the crackling of the line. You feel raw, exposed. The thought of hanging up tickles the back of your mind. Maybe you can’t do this, after all. The hollow feeling in your chest expands.

“Hi, Nikki.”

#cat and mouse #my writing #nikki sixx #the dirt #motley crue #vince neil #mick mars #tommy lee #fanfic

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Second Chance at Forever - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of this year’s entry for the @dwsecretsanta, my present to @wordsintimeandspace!  Beta’d by the always-kind @stupidsatsuma​

@doctorroseprompts​ and @timepetalscollective​ as an AU fic

General warnings for: alcohol use, cursing, discussions of sexual activities

From here on out, the story is in present day unless otherwise indicated.

Masterlist

AO3

Present Day

Rose sauntered into the restaurant, perfectly put together.  Tasteful accessories matched her dress, all in the latest fashion and coordinated.  Her handbag settled in the crook of her right elbow, her left hand gently tugging her brother along.

“Tony, come on,” she pleaded, as they paused for him to run his toy car over the hostess podium, making the sound effects himself.  “Uncle Mickey’s waiting to see you.”  Never mind the maître d’ glaring holes in their backs.

“Is he wearing a suit?” the four-year-old sulked accusingly, tugging at his tie as he trudged along.

“Yes,” Rose said firmly, silently pleading with the Universe that he was.  She didn’t know Martha terribly well, having only met her a few times, but her oldest friend’s fiancée was the type to keep him properly presented – without being overboard or overbearing, as some of his last, unsuccessful paramours had been.

“Okay then.”  Tony sighed the sigh only a benevolent child was capable of, trailing behind her as they made their way to the table.  They were only five minutes late, which was a blessing considering Tony’s last-minute stubbornness on the way out the door over his outfit.

She was so focused on him, keeping him from walking into anything or running his car over a chairback, that she barely registered the three people already seated at the table until she had him settled in a booster seat.

“Uncle Mickey!” he chirped, for once not fighting as Rose buckled him into the waiting seat.

“Hey, little dude,” Micks chuckled, good naturedly offering his hand for a fistbump to the boy’s delight.

“Hi Tony,” Martha leaned around her fiancée to smile sweetly at him.  “My, don’t you look handsome.”

“Only the best for Aunt Martha,” Tony charmed with an ‘aren’t I adorable’ beam.

“No, I’m good, thanks.  Great to see you too,” Rose joked, leaning over Tony’s head to kiss Mickey’s cheek and grin at Martha, wriggling her fingers, a gesture the other woman returned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Mickey was contrite, holding up his hands.  “Good to see you, thanks for coming.  Whatever.”

Settling back in her seat, Rose scanned the restaurant.  It was new, in a trendy part of London, with modern finishes and lots of glass and chrome.  Realizing someone sat to her right, she turned with a bright smile.  “Sorry, don’t mean to be rude.  I’m-”

The words died in her throat as she stared at the living, breathing ghost next to her.  It was him.

John.

“Rose,” she finished weakly, meeting his shocked gaze, and she was relieved to note he looked as gobsmacked as she felt.

“John,” he choked out, eyes darting between herself and Tony.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve asked you here,” Martha cut in cheerfully, apparently not noticing the sudden Arctic conditions at the other side of the round table.  “In working out the wedding party, we’d like you two to walk together, and thought it’d be a good idea for us to get together, so you could get to know each other without the chaos of everyone else.”

“Are you getting married?” Tony blurted, tugging at Rose’s arm.  “Mummy-”

“No, silly goose, Martha and Mickey are getting married, we’re just going to have special roles to play,” she managed to choke out, tearing her eyes away from John to give her brother a smile, genuine if not a bit shaky.

“Oh,” he pouted, leaning forward to tell John with a pout, “I didn’t get to be in my Mummy and Daddy’s wedding.”

“That’s a shame,” John said politely after a moment.  “Do you get to be in Martha and Mickey’s?”

“Uh huh.  I’m the ring bear,” Tony perked right up, still thrilled about being trusted with such an important role if how often he talked about it was any indication.  “And I’ve been practicing.”

“Have you now?  Can we see?” Martha asked, and her estimation went right up in Rose’s book; anyone who was good with Tony was all right with her.

Tony nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before snapping them open and holding up his hands.  “Rawr!”  He wriggled his body side to side, roaring and growling.

Rose broke first, bursting into giggles.  She’d known he misunderstood his role, but his interpretation was too cute to correct, and judging by Martha’s loud “Awwww!” she agreed.

“Nicely done, mate,” Mickey approved when he finished, offering another fist bump Tony gleefully returned, giggling as well.

“Well done,” John said stiffly.

“He’s all ready,” Rose agreed, winking at the bride-to-be and ignoring the man beside her.  “So, how do you two-”

They were interrupted by the waitress, a bubbly young thing who took their drink orders (Rose was careful not to order tequila) and rattled off the specials before going on her way.

“How do you know each other?” Rose repeated, once she was gone.

“Hmm?  Oh!  John – Doctor Noble – was one of my teachers first year in med school, really helped me.  I struggled at the beginning, and he offered to tutor me, and just sort of became a mentor.  We’ve done some travelling together – Doctors Without Borders, natural disaster relief, that sort of thing.  When I thought of people I’d like to stand up for me, who knew me, the real me, the Doctor – sorry, John, was the first to come to mind outside of family.”

“See, we decided to keep the wedding party small,” Mickey added.  “Jake’s my best man of course, then it’s just John and her brother Leo.”

“And for me, it’s my sister Tish, you, and Shonara.”

“Of course,” Rose pasted on a fake smile.  “So, Maid of Honor and Best Man, your brother and his girlfriend, and… us.”

Next to her, John took a long drink of his water.  “And how do you two…” he gestured between Rose and Mickey, but she noticed he never took his eyes off Tony.

“We’re old friends, grew up together.  Known each other since we were babies.”  Rose frowned at him, wondering what his preoccupation was with her brother.  Surely he’d seen small children before.  “Hang on, did she just call you ‘the Doctor’?”

He shifted uncomfortably, but Martha answered instead.

“Oh!  That’s cause, well, for one he actually is – and for another, of all our professors the first year, he was the nicest, the best teacher, and overall expert.  Any question, any field – not just medicine – and he’d be able to give a twenty minute lecture on the subject off the cuff.  Genius, he is.  Somewhere along the way he got the nickname, and it just got passed down.  Everyone calls him that.”

“Genius, really?”  Rose shot him a sweet smile.  “Never would’ve guessed.”

He glared at her, and she glared right back, blood boiling at his smug, superior face.  Only the thought that Mickey was counting on her kept her from throwing her drink (still sadly water) in his face and storming out.  Well, that and the fact that storming out with an inquisitive four-year-old was no easy task.

“Oh… kay?” Mickey let out a nervous laugh, and Rose dimly realized he and Martha were staring at them in confusion.  “Problem?”

“No,” Rose and John said in unison, fixing on fake smiles and turning to face the couple.

“So,” she focused on her friend, “how’s wedding planning going?”

Rose loved her little brother, but never more so than when he declared he had to ‘go peepee’ as soon as the drinks were delivered and appetizers ordered.  Mickey offered to take him and after a moment’s hesitation Rose let him, walking back with them and taking the opportunity for the ladies.  Going inside, she did a quick check to verify she was alone before letting out a muffled scream of frustration and disbelief.

It had been five years since she’d last seen John, and she thought she’d put it all behind her, let it go.  The moment their eyes met, though, it had all come rushing back, overwhelming her.  The attraction was still there, strong as ever, but all the hurt and anger he had nearly overwhelmed her.

Washing her hands thoroughly, she stared in the mirror above the sink.  “I don’t know if I can do this,” she told her reflection.  Outside the door she could hear Tony’s little voice chirping, and Mickey’s lower rumble in reply.

It helped refocus her; she was doing this for Mickey.  Her best friend had found the love of his life, and she would do whatever it took to make his big day perfect – even if it meant being in the same room as the man who had broken her heart.

Shit.

John smiled politely as Martha chattered on, watching for when the rest of the table returned from the restrooms.  Though he was able to keep up with the conversation enough to nod, smile, and hum in the right places, his mind was a million miles away and five years in the past.

Rose.  She looked more stunning than he remembered, and that said a lot.  She was a mother now, clearly, and while he was happy for her, he was also terrified.

As a medical school professor and a trained doctor himself, he was familiar with all manner of science and mathematics – specifically reproductive biology.  And addition.

Fact: Rose was a mother, clearly unmarried.

Fact: her little boy was roughly four, meaning he would have been conceived around five years ago.

Fact: She had been horrified when she’d seen him, and her expression tensed every time he looked at the kid.

Hypothesis: He was, potentially, a father.  And royally fucked.

Dinner passed in a blur, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about how rude or uninterested he was coming off.  His mind raced, replaying the last voicemails and texts Rose had sent him.  Messages that had gone unreturned.  The last one, the one from more than a month after the last time he saw her – the one that he deleted without listening to.

Was that it?  In that short message, had she changed his world?  And what she must have thought of him, to never hear back…  His heart dropped.  She must have been scared, so, so scared – abandoned by him, and pregnant to boot.  They’d never talked about their families, the conversations had never gotten that far – did she have anyone?  Was she utterly alone, but for Mickey who clearly adored Tony?

Before he knew it dinner was over, and they were all standing and hugging and shit, she’s leaving.  And she’s taking my kid.

“Rose?”  His voice sounded loud to his own ears, but it made her stop and turn, raising an eyebrow and looking thoroughly pissed.

“What?”

“Can we talk?  For a moment?”  Hands sweating nervously, he stuffed them in his pockets as he waited.

She looked him over, a cold, calculating expression on her face.  “No.  I think you missed your chance.”  Then she spun on her heel, picking up her kid, his kid, and marched out of the restaurant as he watched, crestfallen.

“What the hell was that?” Martha asked, and it was only when she touched his elbow he shocked back to himself, the world around him finally coming into focus and surround sound.

“Erm, nothing.  Good night.”  He headed for the door, ignoring her calling his name as he reached the street, taking in deep gulps of the fresh air.  A glance to the left and right showed that Rose had disappeared from his life as surely as he had from hers.

“Doctor-” Martha’s voice behind him was a jolt to the system, and without further thought, he took off down the street.

Rose’s face, her voice, then and now, swam through his mind, boiling his blood and assaulting his senses until he damn near drowned in her.

He began to do what he did best, in the end.

Run.

#bbatcfic #doctorroseprompts #timepetalscollective #ficandchips #dwsecretsanta #doctor who #Human!NinexRose #human!nine #rose tyler #au #second chance at forever

[pastelsbee]

𝒔𝒊𝒙.

SEPTEMBER.

warnings: panic attack

THE FIRST DAY OF HER SIXTH YEAR AT HOGWARTS HAD ARRIVED AND DEVON WAS BUZZING AS SHE WALKED IN ALONGSIDE BEA AND JOSEPH, MICK THE FERRET ON BER SHOULDER. "I wonder where Teddy is" She huffed, considering Teddy was always the first one to arrive at the platform, he was extremely late-

"Dev!" A voice yelled making her turn around and gasp at the sight of Teddy standing with his arms wide open. He wore his Fathers old checked shirt with denim trousers under a matching denim jacket and a cross attached to the chain around his neck. "Ah!" Devon squeaked as she ran at him and clung to his torso. "I missed you so much" The boy mumbled into her hair as he pressed kisses to her crown. "I missed you more Ted" She hummed into his chest, letting him sway them back and forth as she relaxed into his hold and his fresh cotton aroma wafting from his shirt.

"I missed you morer" A deep voice mumbled from directly next to Devons ear making the girl yelp and pull away from Teddy, turning to face Myles in all his glory, towering over her with a deep gaze on her. He black haired boy wore a long black leather jacket reaching his calves on top of his black shirt and trousers, chains hung over his chest, holding a black leather gloved hand out for Devon who took it. "Myles that's not funny-" "Yes it is" An even deeper voice entered her other ear sending shivers down her spine as she turned around and faced the much taller Theodore Nott who grinned down at her, wearing an almost identical outfit to his brother minus the leather gloves. "Christ you got big" She mumbled making the fourth year chuckle deeply.

"Hurry uupp!" Joseph groaned from where he stood, still waiting for Devon to come back to him and Bea who was chuckling and waving at the group of boys who gulped and waved back. "Stop giving my Mum those eyes please" Devon grimaced as she wiped a bit of drool from Teddys lips and began walking away from the boys who were quick to follow behind. "Hello Mrs Harding" Theo said as he wrapped an arm over the womans shoulder making the rest of the group standing next to him roll their eyes. "Stop it you! You're too young" Bea smacked his arm making the boy chuckle and flip off Joseph who was glaring daggers at him.

"I'm here!" The distinct voice of Jude Granger came from behind them, making them all turn to see the boy running at them looking like a crazed person. He wore a long tweed jacket, matching Devons one and a simple pair of ripped jeans and a button up shirt. As he waved at them whilst still running, Devon smiled at the sight of his array of rings, the ones she bought him over the years.

When he did reach the group, Jude had a millisecond to take a breath before he was grabbed by Teddy and pulled into a hug. "Missed you mate" Teddy mumbled making Devon and Myles share a look over the boys shoulder. "Mate? I thought you two were shagg-" Joseph was cut off by both Bea and Theo who slapped their hands over his mouth.

"Right you lot, time for school!" Bea exclaimed as she lifted up Mick the Ferrets cage and handed it to Devon who handed it to Myles. "Why am I holding it?" He asked as the ferret squeaked from in the cage and reached forward to nose his hand through the bars. "Cause you're his Dad" Theo said with a snort making Myles balance the cage with one arm so he could slap his brother at the back of the head. "Yeah and I'm granny- now fucking move I have to go to shopping for.. shit" Bea said whilst shoving Devon and Myles away.

As the group split, Devon whilst still walking in between Myles and Jude, she turned around and pouted. "Bye! I'll miss yous!" She shouted. "We'll miss you too" Bea and Joseph yelled back in unison with bright grins and waves.

SAFE TO SAY DEVON HAD A GOOD FEW BREAKDOWNS ON THE TRAIN OVER ALREADY MISSING JOE AND BEA BUT SHE MANAGED TO COMPOSE HERSELF FOR THE LAST HOUR. "Oh sorry wrong compartment- Jude!" Hermione Granger beamed as she slid the compartment door open further and ran in to hug her cousin.

The boy in question was fast asleep with his head in Teddys lap and woke up with a scream at a sudden weight on top of him. "Mione! Don't do that" He whined, adjusting his hair and sitting up with a grunt, smacking Teddys hand from his lower back. "Sorry..." Hermione looked around the compartment awkwardly and avoided eye contact with Myles who sat at the other side with Devons legs over his lap because the boy was scary. "Hi Hermione" Devon greeted with a soft smile and wave. "Hi Devon" The younger girl greeted before she scampered from the compartment and slid the door closed with a slam.

"What the fuck is wrong with little Einstein bloody hell" Jude grumbled as he lay back down with his face near pressed into Teddys crotch making the boy chew his lip intently and start a heavy pace of breathing. "She's scared of me, fancies Dev, loves you a ton and always forgets to greet Teddy because the boy is silent like a fucking mouse" Myles answered for the boy who grunted in response and grabbed Teddys hand, shoving it to his back. "Shaggers" Devon mumbled quietly to Myles as the pair watched Teddy rub Judes back.

A small snort left Myles' throat before he turned his attention to Devon and lifted her further onto his lap. "I love you" He whispered into her neck as he rest his face there and sighed contently. "Love you more" She replied whilst running her fingers through his black locks.

"Where are you both going for Christmas?" Teddy suddenly asked, breaking the original silence the four were in. "It's September first and you're talking about Christmas? Piss off" Myles replied bluntly making Teddy sigh and rest his head against the window. Devon furrowed her brows and smacked Myles on the head before clambering off his lap and over to Teddy before plonking down next to him. "Ted what's wrong?" She asked quietly, placing a hand on his arm making him jump slightly.

"Mum and Dad found out I'm bi" He whispered softly. Devon once again furrowing her eyebrows was confused. She had met Ted and Andromeda Tonks multiple times and the pair were two of the most open minded and supporting people she had ever met. "And they weren't supportive?" She questioned with a slack jaw, Myles now joining them and shoving Teddy over so he could slide down onto the seat on his other side. "I don't think so... Dad can't even look at me and Mum- Well Mum just looks disappointed at me" He shrugged.

"Fucking Cunts, who the fuck do they think they are? Stuck up posh bastards, I'll get my Dad on them you know I will" Myles growled. No matter how blunt, scary and downright rude he was, Myles would rather spoon his own eyes out than see the other three of the core four sad or hurt, they meant everything to him. "Dont do that please Myles, but thank you" Teddy nodded to him with a small smile making the other boy sigh and pull out a packet of cigarettes. Whilst Myles lit one up, Devon continued her questioning on the topic. "How did they find out?"

"Did they see us?" Jude spoke up making the other three jump out of their skins, Myles almost dropping his cigarette, Teddy gasping and Devon holding a hand to her chest. "Did they see us?" Myles repeated the bespectacled boys words. "Did they see us?!" Devon exclaimed, her mouth hung open as she looked between Jude who lay looking up at the three and Teddy who was sweating profusely and blushing bright red. "Uh yeah?" He said with a small cough on anxiousness.

"Wow" Devon replied, a small smile spreading across her lips. "How long have you two, y'know?" Myles held his pointer and thumb in a circle and shoved his middle finger inside. "Since the start of the summer, we're only fifteen I know but fuck it" Jude answered nonchalantly as Teddy went an even deeper shade of red. "Well... Congrats!" Devon exclaimed with a smile. "Thanks?" Teddy said awkwardly. "I knew it" Myles shrugged.

"We're the only virgins left Myles" Devon laughed but her smile dropped when Myles looked up at her through long eyelashes and also let his cigarette slip from his mouth to land on the floor. "Bunny, I'm not a virgin" He said solemnly, his heart shattering at the look on her face, it was indescribable. "Oh! Oh- oh" She said with her eyebrows knitted together and her lips tugged up into a frown. "You're not?" Teddy was also in shock with Myles' reply. All four of them were very open and promised to tell eachother when they were no longer virgins so they could gossip about it, it was a stupid thing they had planned but it was promised, Teddy broke the promise, Jude broke the promise and most heartbreaking to Devon was Myles broke the promise.

"I'm going to see if maybe Cedric is around? I haven't seen him since before summer, goodbye!" Devon stood up with shaky legs and an even shakier smile on her lips as she left the compartment, her hands struggling to fiddle with the lock until she finally gave up and used her wand before leaving the compartment. Left on their own, Myles dropped his head to his hands and let out a groan, Teddy picked at his nails anxiously and Jude felt a pool of regret in his stomach.

Devon felt sick when she entered the bathroom, she leaned against the wall and slowly slid down until her bum his the floor, small tears pricked at her eyes and it took seconds for them to fall and her to begin sobbing. "Why?" She asked herself. Devon wasn't jealous her friends were no longer virgins whatsoever -even if she sort of wished they lost it to her- anyway, she was more upset that one, they didn't tell her and two, she felt like there was now a pressure for her to lose her virginity as well, the one thing she was absolutely not ready for.

"Fuck!" She cried, her chest rising and falling fast with shaky breaths as her tears began rolling rapidly down her cheeks. She was taking a panic attack. What she felt like was a small thing was sending her into a straight anxiety filled panic. It made her feel icky, the thought of her friends being in sexual relationships and not out of jealousy as mentioned before but she felt so worried about it, did they like it? would she like it? would she hate it? The questions ran through her mind making the tears fall faster and her breathing become even more fucked until her eyesight went blurry and near black.

She was so caught up in her thoughts and the white noise surrounding her that she didn't notice someone barrelling into the bathroom and dropping to her side before she passed out in the persons arms.

AUTHORS NOTE

[wehaveallgotknives]

taxonomist replied to your post god tiger mask w matches are weird. ibushi’s got...

someone asked juice robinson about the matches he did as the tiger mask villain and apparently he’s just blacked them all out

REASONABLE

i mean this fucking velour outfit!!! that seems unbreathable and unbearable - totally aside from how this is 1000% different to juice’s normal in ring persona, which must have been difficult for a posi soft boy like juice to do. 

kota has also said that he’s blacked out most of his tiger mask matches - i feel like there’s some wrestlers that love being masked and some find it super alienating? rocky romero talked about being tiger the dark, in chris charlton’s book, how he inherited the mask, it took him a minute to make the character his own, and once he did he started enjoying it, but also wanted to make a name for himself? someone like mick foley can dip in and out of various masks and characters and have fun with them, it seems. but some guys can just wear one their whole career - which is WILD - but at least those masks are better designed than these ones, which are organised to resemble anime characters instead of being comfortable/easy to see out of.

#love is real and so is wrestling

[escapadetyrant-blog]

Float Me The Raft Peasant

Series!!

OCxGeorge Weasley

 OCxOC

Summary: Mercer and Artemis are best friends, going into their 4th year at Hogwarts. Follow them through their youth as they wreak havoc, discover strengths, and fight off business tycoons. Watch out wizarding world, these girls are about to rewrite the books.  

Mercer Cobain stepped out of her shower and shut the glass door as it makes a clanging noise. She grabs a fluffy white towel and pats her skin dry, she takes the clothes that were neatly folded on the sink counter and slips them on. She steps out of the bathroom to see her best friend, Artemis Grunge sitting on her bed sipping out of a mug wearing all most all black. "We match!" She laughs looking down at both of their dark outfits. "How did you get here?" she says as she towel dries her golden hair. "Richie and I took the floo" she answers.

Mercer and Artemis' parents went to Germany for Ministry business but we're gonna stay for the rest of the summer for a 'parent vacation'. While they were gone they all of the kids were to stay at the Cobain household. They had been family friends even before the eldest kid in the family, Richie was born. Arty had an older brother named Richie, while Mercer had 6-year-old twin siblings, Mimi and Mickey. Richie had looked over not only the youngest of 5 but also Arty and Mercer. Although their parents provided more than enough materialistically, they were shit at parenting.

Mimi ran into the room giggling and screeching as Richie chased her from a few feet behind. Mimi jumps into Artemis' lap and hugs her "Richie says I have to clean my room!" she whines. "Well we don't have to do that right now, do we?" she says grinning at the mini version of her best friend. The small girl giddily smiles back at her. "Movie night bitches!" Mercer stands up and grabs Goldmember as Artemis covers young Mimi's ears. "No cursing around the youth!" Artemis hisses. "Technically, since you guys are 14 so I'm the only one that isn't a youth." Richie says putting Mickey on his shoulders. "Bitch you are 16." Mercer sasses. "Stop exposing the damn youth!" Artemis whines as she pulls Mimi closer to her as if that would stop her from hearing her sister cursing. "Artemis, you just cursed." Mercer says. Artemis all of a sudden stands up. "Ok, time for bed kids!" she says passing Mimi off to Richie, even though it was only seven.

Mercer sits on the giant beanbag with a large bowl of popcorn, swatting Artemis away as she tries to sit on her bean bag. "Hiss! This shit is mine." Artemis rolls her eyes, sitting down on her own beanbag. "You didn't mind sharing it with George last year." Mercer starts to blush profusely. Artemis smirks, "Boys will be here in 10." She says grabbing a blanket with the Slytherin crest on it. "know what makes no fucking sense?" Arty says whipping her head around so her black curls hit her neck. "Wut" Mercer says trying to work the muggle television. "You parents have blankets for every house in this crate, but where the Gryffindor blanket should be there is a blanket with this man on it."

"They got those for graduation, Dad hated all the Gryffindors in their year, my parents would shit all over them any chance they got. Pretty funny though." Mercer shrugs. The doorbell rings, before Arty can reach the door, two lanky red-heads and a darkly clothed brunette let themselves in. "Your fucking savior has arrived." Calvin says as he walks past Arty. Mercer sprinted across the room and jumped onto George. "Hi pumpkin" Mercer murmurs into his hair.  "Hello dear" He smiles as he sets her back down on the floor. "Get a room!" George's twin yells at them from the powder blue bean bag with Artemis' dog, Dixie laying on him. Artemis laughs and high fives Fred with the hand that wasn't holding Hank, her other dog. Calvin picks up the bulldog that was spazzing on the floor. "How many dogs do you have!?" George says as he scoops Hannah and Hope the dachshunds off the floor and onto the bean bag. "And why do you have two of the same one?" Mercer rolls her eyes.

Before she can give him a witty response, her little brother throws open the viewing room's door. Normally one of the girls would shoo him out or walk him back to his bed, but he was missing something. Shoes. And pants. And a shirt. And all articles of clothing, he only had a thin magazine dangling in his left hand. "Georgie! Georgie! Look what I found in Richie's room!" He hurls himself onto the beanbag and lands on George. Artemis catches a glance at the magazine cover, it reads the words 'Playboy'. From the hall the group heard Richie yell "Mick, get back here, baths are mandatory in this house!" Artemis stands up, quickly strides toward Mickey and says "No, no no no no no" As she attempts to swipe the magazine from the small boy. Calvin stood facing the corner of the wall. "Is it over yet, Please tell me it's over." Richie runs into the room, grabs the boy, and walks out with his head down. "No one says anything!" he screeches. The door slams shut.

#george weasley #fred weasley #oc #harry potter #hogwarts #series

[everythng-is-blue]

60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️

here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕

I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.

Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits. 

It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.

“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.

I chuckled. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”

We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.

“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”

“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”

“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.

He looked at me. “How do you know?”

“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.

He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”

“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”

He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”  

“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.

“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.

“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”

I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.

“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.

“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.

“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”

He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”

“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”

“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”

He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”

It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.

“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”

My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.

“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”

A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”

He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”

“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”

He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”

“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”

He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”

I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”

“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”

I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”

He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.

The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”

     if you have any ideas for any imagines feel free to request them, requests are always open x

send me prompts from this list and a boy from 5sos or one direction

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[njawaidofficial]

Kesha Says She Wanted New Anthem to Be "Self-Sufficient and Strong"

http://styleveryday.com/2017/07/13/kesha-says-she-wanted-new-anthem-to-be-self-sufficient-and-strong/

Kesha Says She Wanted New Anthem to Be "Self-Sufficient and Strong"

In a new essay, the songstress explains her inspiration for ‘Woman’ and her first studio album in four years.

The message in the chorus of Kesha’s new song is crystal clear: “I’m a motherf—ing woman.” Any questions? On “Woman,” the second track from her upcoming Rainbow album, releasing on Aug. 11, the singer does not mince words. The song dropped on Thursday morning, a week after Kesha unleashed another empowering anthem, the ballad “Praying.” 

On her latest trip, Kesha, joined by the Dap-Kings horn section, makes it plain who’s in charge with a bouncy soul pop track that drives home a ladies first message. “I buy my own things/ I pay my own bills/ These diamond rings, my automobiles/ Everything I got I bought it, boys can’t buy my love,” she sings over a bouncy piano line and hand-clap beat. “I do what I want/ Say what you say/ I work real hard every day/ I’m a motherf–ing woman, baby, all right/ I don’t need a man to be holdin’ me too tight.” 

The soul-kissed song was written with Drew Pearson and Wrabel and produced by Pearson and Brody Brown. It’s accompanied by a video in which Kesha gets back to her signature good-time persona, taking the wheel of her classic Cadillac in a red cowboy suit and dancing in a gold lamé outfit with matching cape as she rocks a club with her best Mick Jagger moves and lyrics about how the men need to stay in the backseat to make room for her ladies.

In case the message about who runs the world didn’t come all the through, she sings, “don’t buy me a drink, I make my money/ Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me honey.” The song is the second original solo track Kesha has released since 2013, following a long hiatus from airwaves due to an ongoing lawsuit against former mentor/producer Dr. Luke. The 30-year-old pop star has been involved in an ugly years-long legal battle with Luke since October 2014, when she filed a suit against her producer, alleging sexual assault and battery; Luke has denied the allegations.

Like “Praying,” the message of “Woman” is one in which Kesha takes full control of her narrative by using her signature killer pop instincts to tell the story of finding her inner strength and beauty. The good time video was co-directed by the singer and her brother, Lagan Sebert and shot at the Oddity Bar in Delaware. 

For her first album in nearly five years, Kesha worked with a wide variety of collaborators, including Ben Folds, Ricky Reed (Phantogram, Meghan Trainor), Wrabel (Adam Lambert, Afrojack), the Eagles of Death Metal, Dolly Parton and her mother, Pebe Sebert.

In an essay written for Rolling Stone, Kesha explains the inspiration for the song and for the album, which she says taps into the “raw, organic” vibe of such musical influences as Iggy Pop, the Rolling Stones, Beach Boys, T Rex, James Brown, the Beatles, Sweet and Dolly Parton, who duets with Kesha on “Old Flames (Can’t Hold a Candle to You).” 

“It was such a beautiful experience to write such a strong female empowerment song with two men,” she told the magazine of working on “Woman” with her two male collaborators. “Because it reinforces how supportive men can be of women AND feminism. That day was one of the best writing sessions of my life. It was pure raw joy. I have never had such a wonderful and hilarious work day as I did that day. It was one of those days I’ll remember forever, because it brought me back to why I wanted to ever start making music.”

Kesha says the new album is the closest she’s come to the music that has always inspired her, and that she’s overcome the fear she used to have of trying to run in the same circles as the musicians she’s always admired. “With ‘Woman,’ I hope my fans will hear that wild spirit still strong inside me but this time it was created more raw, spontaneously and with all live instrumentation, which I found was a huge reason I loved the records I did love,” she writes. “There were one or two or 12 different people playing real instruments together, and all that real human energy is exciting and very fun to listen to. I wanted this song to capture that organic, raw, soulful sound and keep the imperfect moments in the recordings because I find the magic in the imperfections.”

She says that touring over the past year with her live band The Creepies has allowed her to tap into a raw energy without all the production and distractions of her past tours. “I was really feeling that conviction one particular day while I was stuck in traffic on my way to the studio and out of nowhere I felt the urge to scream, “I’m a motherf—ing woman,'” she says. “By the time I got the the studio, I was chanting ‘I’m a motherf—ing woman.’ The two men I was writing with that day didn’t quite know what to do with me. I proclaimed again: ‘I’m a motherf—ing woman’! Then Drew Pearson got on the piano and Wrabel started laughing. I told them, I’m not f—ing with you – this is the mood I’m in — and this is the song we are writing today.”

Click here to read the full essay.

I just really fucking love being a woman and I wanted an anthem to yell about being self-sufficient and strong. https://t.co/cLSBfi2dUc

— kesha (@KeshaRose) July 13, 2017

This story first appeared on Billboard.

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