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Drunk Words Are Just Sober Thoughts | Nikki Sixx

WARNINGS ~ Just a lot of mentions of Nikki and the boys being drunk

TYPE ~ fluff oneshot

READER ~ fem

SUMMARY ~ Nikki’s drunk as fuck and lets our some feelings he’s been holding in for a while

“Alright there’s a good 20 minutes before we get on stage, has anyone seen Nikki?” Vince was frantically pacing around, nervous about where the bassist was. Mötley Crüe was having their first concert in years and peoples expectations were high.

“Last I heard from him was he was looking around the place with Y/N.” Tommy said “Maybe he finally got the balls to fuck her!” Mick scoffed at his vulgar comment.

“I mean they have been best friends for so long and the romantic tension between them is fucking killing me, man!” Vince said. “Honestly I hope Nikki and her ARE fucking.”

Mick, very clearly unimpressed, rolled his eyes. “Can we just focus on finding him please? Vince you check the dressing rooms, Tommy you come with me.”

“Aww man why do I have to go with you?” Tommy complained.

“Because you’re fuckin incompetent and you’ll probably break something.” Mick replied, irritation still lingering in his words.

———

Nikki and you were in fact together. Not doing anything inappropriate, just two best friends sitting in silence, backstage in a little room you found. Nikki was drunk out of his mind and you hadn’t drank a single thing. You were gonna have to drive the boys back to their hotel anyway, so it’s a good thing your will was strong.

You had only been sitting together for a good 15 minutes but the awkward silence was driving you insane. In the corner of the room the was a small record player which was currently playing a Twisted Sister song, and even that wasn’t enough to lighten the atmosphere.

“Sooo Y/N” Nikki finally spoke up, words slurred, barley audible. “How’s it with whatsisname? You guys break up yetttt?”

“No Nikki we’re still together.” You said bluntly. He had been trying to get you and your boyfriend to break up for ages, practically since you first introduced him to him. Why? Why did he care so much? Your boyfriend was a great guy so why did Nikki hate him so much? It just didn’t make any sense.

“Awhhh damnnnn you two should totallyyy end it…” He said, a crooked smirk across his face.

“I don’t get why you care so much man, he’s not a bad person.”

“Ooookay well you don’t know THAAAT. Plus I’d be waaay better than that fuckin pussy.” What.

“What do you mean by that Nikki?” You asked, a look of concern appearing. Nikki scooted closer to you on the couch you two were sitting on. He didn’t touch you or try to touch you, but the closeness and the uncomfortable eye contact was enough to make you want to look away and get you just slightly flustered.

“I meannnn I’d be a way better boyfriend then whatever the fuck you’re dating. I’m 100 times cooler and hotter.” What the fuck was he suggesting? Calm down Y/N, he’s drunk. He’s not implying anything he just needs some water and some rest.

“Uhhh I don’t know…” You mumbled, looking down and fidgeting with your sleeves.

“Oh come onnnn admit I’m waaaay better than that bitch, he’s a boring lameass.” He want boring! Sure he wasn’t as risk taking, impulsive, dramatic or dangerous as Nikki, but he was domestic and kind. Even if it did get annoying sometimes “Y/N?”

“I mean, well, I don’t know?? Why are you saying all this?”

“‘m must tryna get you to see how boring your relationship with that fucker isssss you should just date me insteaddddd ya know.” Wait what. Your head shot up and you looked directly at Nikki. What he fuck was he saying? You didn’t want to ask but you were curious.

“Umm… Uh…” Was all you managed to get out. Now it’s not that you were uncomfortable, you just secretly hoped the rest of the band would come looking for Nikki and drag him out of the room because you couldn’t handle all this. Yeah you were uncomfortable as hell.

“Oh Y/N can you not fuckin seeeee? I fuckin like you.” There it was. But it wasn’t true. Even if you wanted it to be true it wasn’t. He was wasted, beyond fucked. Nikki needed to get on stage in 10 minutes, you had no time for this. You had to admit, it saddened you a little bit. Deep down, your relationship with your current boyfriend WAS boring. He WAS a lameass. You honestly would have much preferred a cooler more adventurous boy like Nikki. To be even more honest, you would have just preferred Nikki in general. But again, he was drunk as fuck and you couldn’t take his word for it. Nor could you take advantage of it. You didn’t know for sure that he was being serious. “Please Y/N cmonn-”

Footsteps.. and the door swung open

“FUCK THERE YOU TWO ARE!”

“Oh heya Vince.” You waved, secretly relived he was here to take the bassist away from you finally.

“YOU GUYS I FOUND EM” Vince yelled to who you assumed was the rest of the band.

“Awh you guys weren’t fucking?” Tommy said, with a fake disappointed tone and face. “Damn I was rooting for you two! Now cmon shitface we got a crowd of minds to blow.”

They all got up to leave, Nikki making a sad expression and eye contact for a brief moment. It made your heart hurt. You could’ve handled that situation better. Just before Tommy left, you grabbed his arm to talk to him.

“What did you mean by that Tommy?” You asked curiously.

“By what?” He asked.

“That you were… rooting for us?”

“Well, I mean, cmon Y/N you two clearly have the hots for each other, especially Nikki. Dude all he talks about is you!” You blushed a little at the thought. Maybe he was telling the truth… “And plus you guys are literally perfect for each other. Don’t you wanna live that rockstar’s girlfriend life?”

He did have a point, dating Nikki would be a nonstop adventure. It would be like a movie! It made you happy to even think about it. Just the thought of him gave you butterflies.

“Tommy, Nikki told me something just before Vince came in.”

“Oh yeah? What was it?”

“He told me that.. well that he liked me.” Tommy’s eyes lit up, like he had been betting money on the hope that you and Nikki would end up together. “BUT HE WAS DRUNK AS FUCK! So… I don’t know if he was being serious or the alcohol just got him.”

Tommy’s expression got slightly sadder, like he was more disappointed that you even dared THINK Nikki wasn’t being genuine. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a pat on he back.

“Well you know what they say, drunk words are just sober thoughts.” And with that he walked out the door to catch up with the others.

——

The concert was amazing, opening with Looks That Kill and ending with Home Sweet Home. A perfect, perfect night. And while you were singing and dancing the whole time, that little part of your brain couldn’t stop thinking about what Nikki had said, and what Tommy had added.

“Dude all he talks about is you!”

hmm..

“Drunk words are just sober thoughts.”

hmmmmmm…

——

Waking up to a hotel room full of smelly, hungover, groaning dudes wasn’t fun, but someone had to make them breakfast since they were physically incapable of doing it themselves. They all slowly came out of their rooms and sat down on the couch. And you couldn’t help but slightly avoid Nikki out of embarrassment. Not look at him, or say good morning to him. And he took notice of that. After the boys had finished eating (it took them a good hour) they all waddled back to their rooms to go back to sleep. All except Nikki. Well shit. I mean you couldn’t really escape somewhere, he’d probably follow you. You just leaned against the countertop nervously and watched him stand next to you out of the corner of your eye. You covered your face with your hair to avoid attention but we all know that never works.

“So how trashed was I last night?” He asked.

“Uhhh you were pretty drunk yeah,” You answered, looking away.

“Did I uh, say anything interesting?” Did he remember? He didn’t sound genuinely confused… more like he was trying to get you to admit something. Like a parent trying to get their kid to rat themself out.

“Nope.” You bluntly responded. You did NOT have to remind him of what he said last night.

“Hmmmm are ya sure? I distinctly remember saying somethin about you…” Uhh shit… what were you supposed to say? “I know you remember Y/N, and frankly I’m shocked I remember it too but I fuckin meant it.”

No he didn’t.

He didn’t mean it.

He’s messing with you.

But what Tommy said…

Oh fuck…

“Y/N I fuckin like you. And I don’t give a shit about your douchey boyfriend alright? I’ve seen the way you act around him now. Bored out of your mind, wishing you were with someone else.”

“Yeah alright fine, I’ve lost interest in him. And I DO wish I was with…someone else. He’s boring as hell and I’d much rather be with someone who actually enjoys what life has to offer and doesn’t just want to settle down. Happy?” You blurted. And you didn’t mean for it all to come out. You had never said that about the man you always called the love of your life. But Nikki’s words were driving you mad. And it all overflowed and spilled out of you.

Nikki, still standing next you, lowered his face right next to your ear, where you could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. And he whispered, “And would that ‘someone else’ be someone like me?” Yes. Was that… not obvious? Or was he still trying to get you to admit it.

“Maybe.” You said turning your head in embarrassment.

“It’s a yes or no baby cmon.” He coaxed. God why did he have to be like this.

“Yes. It would be someone like you.”

“Would the someone like me be… me?” God fucking damnit stop it!

“Yes.” You mumbled, hoping he wouldn’t hear it.

“Mmm what was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”

“YES FUCK I WOULD RATHER YOU THAN HIM NIKKI, I WOULD RATHER YOU MORE THAN ANYONE, GOD.”

And no one was more shocked than Nikki. Not even you. Though keeping his cool, his heart was racing and his hands were already feeling sweaty.

He turned around to face you and put his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. To look into those beautiful dark eyes.

“Been waiting a long time for those words to come out of your mouth darling.” Before you could reply he pulled you into a deep kiss. One hand on your waist and the other moving to the back of your neck to keep you up. Despite the shock and adrenaline rushing through you, you closed your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, enjoying the moment while it lasted. And once you had both pulled away, you were a blushing mess. Had you really just done that? Kissed your best friend of many years? You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you two had but now more than ever you could not deny the feelings you had for him. But it just felt… right. Like you had just found the last piece of a puzzle.

You were silent for a moment, not being able to comprehend what was happening. Sure it was just a kiss but the tension made it billions and billions of times more dangerous and exciting.

“So how about we go and tell that little boyfriend of yours some news hmm?”

#ace writes trash #mötley crüe #motley crue #motley crue imagine #nikki sixx #nikki sixx imagine #nikki sixx x reader #vince neil #tommy lee #mick mars #glam metal #nikki sixx fluff #lowkey hate how this turned out but i don’t care

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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i NEED more cop nikki and tommy.

they can arrest me any day idc

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #motley crue #ratt

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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She wagged English and science just to go in his car | Alex Turner

WARNINGS ~ none just really stupid and badly progressed

TYPE ~ fluff oneshot

READER ~ fem

SUMMARY ~ You skip class to hang out with your boyfriend

A/N ~ dudddde this plot goes nowhere i just wanted to rant LMAO so put up with it, it’s all mindless brainrot bc i’m down tremendously bad it’s not supposed to have a thick plot stfu OMG ALSOOO THIS WAS BASED ON A CONVERSATION I HAD WITH A NIKKI SIXX AI BOT LMAOOO

Her least favorite class: Biology. Yuck. The cause of all her stress and mental fucking breakdowns. Oh how badly she just wanted to get out, even if it was for a couple minutes. But her teacher was a bitch and wouldn’t let her use the restroom or even listen to music. She tried to hide her headphones behind her hair but somehow the teacher caught on and took them away. 2 fucking hours listening to a balding old man with no life talk about organisms or whatever. It was times like these that she needed her boyfriend Alex. Someone who could comfort her and just have a laugh with her, but also bail her out of trouble if he really needed to.

She let out a harsh sigh, a little louder than expected.

“Something wrong Miss L/N? Or am I simply that boring to you?” The teacher said with the nastiest, ugliest scowl.

Fuck. The whole class stared at her. How was she supposed to get out of this one…

“Just breathing, sir, isn’t that what humans are meant to do? You of all people should know that.” She replied sarcastically. Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea.

“If all you are going to do is be rude and disrupt my class then you can leave and walk straight to the office young lady.”

Finally.

It wasn’t ideal, she didn’t want to get in trouble but at least she was allowed to leave.

She got up, everyone still staring at her. She gave one of the boys a nasty look as if to say “What are you looking at cunt? Fuck off.”

She left the classroom with no intention of going to the office at all. She skipped right past it and went straight to the bathrooms to text her boyfriend to come sneakily pick her up behind the school where they couldn’t be seen.

“AL PLEASE COME AND GET ME FROM SCHOOL”

“Something happen love?”

“yeah i got in trouble and i’m supposed to go the office but fuck that”

“ahh Y/N this is the third time this month 🙁”

“i know i know just pleaseeee i was thinking we could just drive around and hangout, i miss you!”

“alright darling i’m on my way :)”

“THANK YOU JKSJAKSJKSJ ❤️❤️” read: 2:10 pm

She was happy to have such a supportive boyfriend, one that understood the stress school gave you and didn’t just tell you to deal with it.

She waited behind the school building at the barbed wire gate, eagerly waiting for her savior. After about 10 minutes of pacing up and down and double checking her phone, he finally arrived! She was beyond happy to see him.

She tossed her bag over the fence and tried her best to climb over without cutting her leg, it was difficult in a dress but she managed to do it in under a minute. As soon as she landed she jumped into the car and reached over the center console to hug her boyfriend and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey Alex, thanks for picking me up again.”

“My pleasure love, so what do you wanna do? Anything in mind?” He asked her

“Well I’m practically starving to death! And I NEED to listen to some good music or I’ll go crazy.”

“Ah got it, well go on choose a song” He said passing her his phone. She settled for Friday I’m In Love by The Cure, it felt right. Alex laughed quietly when he heard it.

“Hey what’s so funny?” She asked, a fake offended look spread across her face.

“Nothing, nothing. By the way I hope you know you interrupted me and the boys, we were writing a new song and really getting somewhere.” He looked at her with a half serious half humorous look. Suddenly you felt slightly bad. Alex noticed the slight change of expression. “Don’t feel guilty, love, I love spending time with you and I wouldn’t trade that for any song in the world.” She blushed a little, everything he said was like poetry, Alex had such a way of words, it was beautiful.

“You’re so lucky you dropped out, you have no idea how stressful exams are at this time”

“Ah I can imagine dear.”

“Hey there’s a fast food place over there, wanna get something from there?” She asked him. She was really craving something greasy and energy boosting.

“Anything you want Y/N.” Alex said, turning the car to pull into the drive thru. He rested his hand on her thigh lightly and gently rubbed it with his thumb. She felt herself zoning out and basically just staring at the beautiful man next to her. Not aware she was spaced out and in our own little world. She felt so light she could pass away right there.

“Uhhh, Y/N whatcha want?” Alex snapped you out of her ‘near death experience’

“Oh uh just F/F thanks.”

“You need to stop zoning out, no wonder you hate class so much. As if you would ever remember anything when you’re doing that half the time” True.

After leaving with the food, the two of you found an empty park and sat on a bench and ate. She scooted closer to Alex and rested her head on his shoulder. The weather was so nice and fitting for a moment like this, warm and sunny with a nice cool breeze, not too harsh to mess up her hair or blow the bag of food away (a tragedy). Alex put his head on hers and closed his eyes. She could just fall asleep at any moment.

“Do you have your headphones Y/N?” Alex asked, breaking the calm silence.

“No” she said, embarrassed. “I got them confiscated.”

“Again? Ah that’s fine, it’s not like there’s anyone here.” He said as he opened spotify and played Call Me Back by The Strokes. Of course it was a Strokes song, Alex’s favorite band. While kind of swaying to the music, she buried her head into Alex’s neck and wrapped her arms around him. They both quietly hummed to the tune of the song. This was all she could ever ask for, a nice day with the love of her life, no interruptions, no annoying boys and no school.

Her phone started to ring.

She jolted up and gasped a little at the sudden notification. It was her dad.

“Hey dad, is everything okay?” She answered, a bead of sweat already forming on the side of her head. Alex nervously fidgeted with his fingers and waited. “Right, sorry, see you soon…”.

“Everything alright, love?”

Trying so hard not to burst out in a giggle fit, she said, “School rang my parents, I think I’d better get back!”

#ace writes trash #arctic monkeys #alex turner #brainrot #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #arctic monkeys fic #absolute garbage #but ok #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fic #am

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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Teach me how to play | Tommy Lee

WARNINGS ~ suggestive content/sexual imply, kinda ooc?? mention of alcohol

TYPE ~ oneshot

READER ~ fem

SUMMARY ~ you ask your boyfriend, Tommy to teach you how to play drums but isn’t it just so convenient you need some… extra guidance… and there’s only one seat at the drum kit? So where do you sit?

You looked out the window and, for the first time, processed what the weather was like: Sunny but still cold. Too cold that you didn’t want to go out. And the heater in your room was broken so all you could do was lie in bed, bored as ever. You considered going back to sleep but the noise from downstairs was too loud to drown out. You shared an apartment with 4 other boys, the hair metal band Mötley Crüe. The only reason you were living there is because you were dating the drummer, Tommy.

You had been dating for a couple months and everything was going smoothly. To be honest, the band wasn’t quite your taste but you still liked watching them practice or going to their shows. Mainly to see Tommy and how well his drumming was. You were fascinated to say the least. How his hands and eyes were so coordinated, how he was so in time every time they played, meanwhile you could barley hold 2 things at once without dropping both of them.

Mötley Crüe was practicing their last song right now and everything was going fine. Just as the song ended you heard a loud crash. Tommy’s cymbal had fallen over again. It happened at the end of every practice session but just to be safe, you ran down to make sure he was okay.

“Guys i swear i meant to do that- oh hey babe” Tommy turned his head and smiled. “We were just finishing up, are you okay?”

“Yeah I was just bored” you said.

“Well, the guys and I are about to head out and get some drinks, wanna come with us?” Then a thought popped into your mind.

“Tommy, can you teach me how to play the drums?” Tommy’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d waited for this moment for ages, ever since he introduced you to his band.

“Yeah sure! I’d love to!” The rests of the band scoffed.

“so you’re not comin with us T-bone?” Vince asked, irritated.

“Nah I’d never pass up an opportunity like this! Go ahead we’ll wait here but get me a beer would you?” Vince rolled his eyes and nodded. And with that the boys left leaving you and Tommy alone.

Tommy gestured you to come over. He started ranting about the names for each part of the drum kit, how to read drum tabs, how to hold the sticks correctly and how to do that weird spinny trick he learned in his high school marching band. You zoned out for most of it, you didn’t REALLY care that much for drums yourself but you needed your plan to work so you had to keep an interested face on the whole time.

At the end of Tommy’s little lecture, he told you to have a seat and gave you a beat from one of their easier songs to try on your own.

“Uhh, you aren’t going to show me first?” You asked.

“Nah you can do it babe! You got this!” Tommy’s words were so encouraging it was weird..

“But-“

“Dude just TRY even if you fail who cares?” He cut you off. Just TRY? You didn’t know how to do this, you barley even paid attention to his lesson! But nonetheless you gave it a shot anyway. And… failed… but Tommy didn’t get mad or anything. just kept telling you to try again.

But at this point even you were irritated that you couldn’t get it right, the frustration visible on your face. Tommy acknowledged this and told you to get up.

“Hey don’t worry, I’ll show you how I do it and then you can try again alright? I’m not giving up on you.” Tommy sat down and started playing flawlessly, start to finish. The cymbal didn’t even crash this time. “See babe? Easy as that. Now come on try it again!” Alright, this was your chance to initiate the next phase of your plan.

“Tommy clearly I’m not doing well at this…” You said in a fake dramatic tone, “Could you help guide me while playing?”

Tommy’s expression was utterly confused. “W..what do you mean Y/N?” He asked, still seated, legs closed.

You slowly sat down on Tommy’s lap and looked over your shoulder at him. You took the drum sticks from him, and guided his hands onto yours. Tommy was shocked and almost blushing but he managed to act cool about it. But you knew the effect this sort of stuff had on him, these wholesome yet suggestive shenanigans.

“Sooo, Tommy, can you show me how to do it again?” You asked him with slightly titled upward to create a fake innocent look.

“Uh yeah of course babe” He softly held your hands and guided them where needed to go, like a Marionette puppet. Tommy was too fixated on getting the beat right he didn’t even notice his very obvious boner. You did though. And that’s when you knew your plan was going right.

After a couple tries you finally figured it out and could play it on your own, not needing Tommy’s help.

“Babe I think I’ve got this.” You said confidently.

“That’s great, want me to get u-“

“No that’s fine you just stay right where you are.” You interrupted, dragging out the ‘i’s in ‘right’ just to add emphasis. (YKWIM RIGHT?) You were slightly slipping off Tommy’s leg so you had to shift and move up a bit, causing him to let out a quiet gasp which you very clearly heard. You smirked to yourself, knowing what this was doing to him. At this point Tommy had caught on to your little plan and decided to add his own part.

To ensure you didn’t slip any further, he put his both hands on either end of your hips. He wasn’t completely confident in this move, thus him bouncing his leg up and down nervously which certainly didn’t help you play but it definitely felt good. The way each time his leg went up, it hit just the right spot. Tommy didn’t even realise what this was doing to you, he was just nervous.

You tried your best to play the beat on your own this time but Tommy moving his leg so much like a 10 year old boy with an attention span the size of a pin kept distracting you. And though he couldn’t see your face, he could sense the blood rising to your cheeks. Instinctively he lowered his head onto your shoulder, hands still firmly gripping your waist, and continued to watch you play, occasionally planting rough kisses on your neck. And occasionally causing you to let out a soft moan here and there. You could feel the heat radiating off Tommy’s face and he could feel you directly on his crotch, and both of you were trying so hard to act cool and failing.

Once you had finished the song you looked over at Tommy and made eye contact with him. You opened your mouth to ask him how you did only to be swept up into a passionate kiss. Without breaking it you completely turned around to face your boyfriend and put your arms around his neck.

Tommy wished the kiss could go on for hours, but if Tears For Fears thought us anything, it was nothing ever lasts forever. And that was because for the last 5 minutes or so, the rest of the band had been watching you and Tommy through the window.

Tommy opened his eyes fully and gently lifted you off his lap and walked up to the window. He banged on it a couple times with his fist, nearly breaking it in the process. The boys came in and Nikki and Vince were visibly struggling to hide their laughter. Mick merely snickered at you both.

Tommy and you looked at each other and then then back at the boys in utter embarrassment. You pulled up the collar of your shirt to hide the very visible bruises on your neck that Tommy had given you, but they had all seen them so there wasn’t really a point.

Vince finally spoke up. “Here’s ya beer T-bone” He said tossing the bottle over to Tommy, still giggling.

“Man cmon it was band time not get it on with your girlfriend time!” Nikki added. Blush spread across your cheeks and you decided to run up to room to hide, Tommy hurrying after you.

��Psh, so weak” Mick scoffed.

Tommy entered your room and leaned on the doorframe waiting for you to unbury your face from your pillow. When that didn’t work he sat on the edge of your bed and put his hand on your leg which made you turn around rapidly.

“Sorry about all that babe, I was really starting to enjoy that drum lesson.” He said with a smirk

“Mhm you should teach me more often Tommy, but for now let’s just finish what we started.”

#ace writes trash #tommy lee #mötley crüe #motley crue #tommy lee x reader #vince neil #mick mars #nikki sixx #80s bands #tommy lee fanfic #down bad #omg #the dirt

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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Fluff and smut for Lawrence, please? 🥺💕

I'm lazy so i'm using the same template as my Adam hcs also regarding smut umm i'm working on something which i hope will turn out well but i wanted to get at least PART of your request done i'm so sorry i suck like actually 😭😘👌

WARNINGS ~ none

TYPE ~ fluff headcanons

READER ~ not specified

PDA 😗

Lawrence hates PDA. I'm sorry.

Anything other than a gentle goodbye kiss or a shoulder around the arm is too sinful

And GIRLLL if you even TRY to be all affectionate in public with him…

Just…

Just expect a very displeased boyfriend when you get home.

Like he’ll fr give you “the look”

🤨

“What the hell was all that Y/N?” “WHAAAAAT idk what you're talking about!”

“I'm talking about how touchy you were being back there IN FRONT of Adam even” “Ugh so what? It’s not like you were touching my ass or anything”

“Thats.. That isn’t the point Y/N”

Haha funny

CONFESSION 😨

You were one of his coworkers at the hospital

And while Lawrence does not normally like to mix personal life with work, he just couldn’t resist!

He can forget his morals once just for you

Bro was actually so upfront about liking you it’s unreal, no need for being all silly and making things so awkward and difficult, just a simple text

Like he deadass texted you “Hey I like you and would love to get to know you more. Maybe over coffee tommorow?” YOU KNOW THIS MAN DRINKS ABSURD AMOUNTS OF CAFFEINE BAHAHAHA

And he wasn’t even texting you to be dry or careless he genuinely thought that was such a slick move

(No one does that, baby)

NICKNAMES 😝

Nicknames? We don’t know her 🙁

Honey was like, the MOST he’d ever gone LMAO

Just Y/N is fine.

That’s all.

But your nicknames for him are endless

And he’s tired of it tbh HAHAHA

He just doesn’t see the point of nicknames when your name is already so pretty and cute like????

DATES ❤️

Fancy candle lit dinners, walks through the park, ANYTHING cliché and romantic you can think of

He loves to spend his money on you

Ugh what a gentleman ik

Will make sure there's some annoyingly overused classical music in the background

Because i guess classical is probably his favorite genre (it's the only genre of music he knows)

After a nice dinner, expect to just go home and snuggle on the couch and maybe watch a movie

Or the news

Lawrence gives “I watch the news for fun” vibes..

LMFAOO SORRY

#ace writes trash #saw #saw headcanons #saw franchise #lawrence gordon #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon x reader #adam faulkner stanheight #headcanons

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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hey it’s me 🥺🥺 please…adam fluff and smut headcannons. im begging pookie 😔😔.

i added a tiny tiny smidge of angst just for fun 🥰 ignore how bad these are bbg

WARNINGS ~ mentions of smoking, fighting, and yelling

TYPE ~ fluff headcanons (dating Adam)

READER ~ not specified

PDA 😗

i don’t even think i need to explain why this is canon

bros hands are all over you 24/7. On your shoulders, hands, waist, thighs

also he likes to take advantage of situations where you’re forced to be really close to he can “accidentally” put his hand on you…

s o m e w h e r e…

yk like trams/trains and shit bc everyone has to stand up and it’s all squashed ew

it doesn’t matter who’s there or where you are but Adam will always find a reason to touch you.

obviously unless you’re uncomfortable with it

then he’ll (at least try to) restrain from being so physically clingy LMAO

CONFESSION 😨

100% gets Lawrence to do it for him little pussy.

Lawrence didn’t know what to say so when he asked Adam all he said was “idk just do it please it’s not that hard”

(if it’s not that hard why you can’t you do it yourself ugh)

but then gave him a whole ass script (which was full of bad grammar so it made no sense)

on the day of the confession he just hid behind a tree or something while Lawrence told you what Adam wanted him to say

and you literally saw Adam hiding from the start so you knew what was happening 💀

obviously everything went well and you said you liked him

so Adam proceeded to literally tell everyone he could contact and brag about you

“yeah i have a S/O and you don’t haha”

“yo did you hear? i’m dating now 💪💪💪”

queue numbers my temporex <33

NICKNAMES 😝

okay tbh Adam’s only nickname for you is literally just ‘babe’

other than that he just calls you by your name

but he does do this thing sometimes where he comes up with the most obscure random dumb nicknames he can think of and calls you them all day as they progressively get weirder and weirder just to mess with you

bro called you his sexy microwave oven once <333

DATES ❤️

Adam the typa whippersnapper to take you rollerskating as your first date

and then take photos of you when you fall and fucking break your leg

definitely gets you mcdonald’s for dinner because wtf else can he afford 😭

sometimes for dates, you two just doing terrible photoshoots in public areas

but like really weird places you wouldn’t normally do photoshoots at

like outside public restrooms LMFAO

also can i just say he has SO MANY FUCKING PHOTOS OF YOU ON HIS WALL

anyone who comes in his room for the first time is probably gonna think he’s some sort of stalker

FIGHTING 🙁

it breaks my heart to write this it really does

despite how well you two get along, you fight frequently

mainly over Adams smoking problem

when y’all fight it’s mainly just Adam yelling random things at you that sometimes don’t even relate to the argument

he’ll call you annoying or crazy for always pestering him about it

never will apologise unless you do it first, he’s too prideful for that

he also fails to “talk things out” after you both calm down because he just cannot talk about his emotions

so he usually goes for a walk (or a smoke)

he’s such an independent alpha guys😍

but you two sleep it off, there’s no way you can break up over a fight, your bond is too strong!

smut headcanons: (real)

lol u thought

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