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teddypickerry · 1 year

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here me out! how about like a reader x tommy (the real one, not megan fox’s rat looking bf), but like reader is butterflies and rainbows, and like the band will not stop mocking how soft tommy is for reader. like ofc take your time.

𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

pairings! tommy lee x soft reader <3

word count! 1.9k

warnings! cursing, mentions of sex, it’s a fucking mötley crüe fic babe what do you expect?

a/n! okay i had to write this like five fucking seconds after i got it bc 1) calling mgk megan’s rat looking bf made me fall in love w you 2) THIS REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY BEST FRIEND AND HER LOVE FOR TOMMY. so i used her favvvvorite photo of t-bone and am dedicating this to her <3 muah. the tommy to my nikki. ALSO THIS IS UNEDITED SO IF IT SUCKS THEN FUCK YOU ;)

tommy lee bass was never good with girlfriends. with the mötley timeline, he had bullwinkle and honey. and if you know anything about either of them... you know he doesn't have the best track record. he was with both of them for all the wrong reasons. bullwinkle came like a track star which purely excited him. and honey had the body of a pornstar. but their relationship had its ups and downs... a butter knife in his back, an engagement, her cheating with his best friend, and ending with him slapping her. so... maybe he wasn't the best with relationships.

tommy loved for all the wrong reasons. it wasn't because of the rockstar persona or the fortune or the fame. it was simply how tommy was made and how he existed. he opened himself up to love and he loved so fucking hard with all of the t-bone's in his body. tommy's a lover, he's a romantic — even if it's in a fucked up way. so when he found y/n, a girl who set his world ablaze. the moment he saw her, he didn't just look at her boobs. he noticed the two braids in her hair. he noticed the shimmer eyeshadow that just made her eyes glimmer. she was beautiful and not just for her body or for specific talents. she was beautiful for her outlook on life that tommy learned to love, one quite positive formed with a smile.

it'd been two months since tommy'd met his new and improved lover girl. he'd not once had the urge to cheat on the girl or even have the thought. he was indulged with her choice of books over parties or her excessive bright wardrobe. she was unconditionally herself. and he was fucking head over heels for that. y/n had yet to meet the band, despite the long relationship (in tommy's book). it was safe to say she was stressing about it. they were a bunch of dickwads according to all the magazines and tommy. but he loved them and they were his best fucking friends.

so she tugged on her pink sweater that tucked into her jeans. her white tennis shoes pacing back and forth while she waited for tommy in the foyer of his new apartment. decked floor to ceiling in animal prints of all sorts and records hes never bothered to play. she was anxious and it showed. it was a lot meeting her boyfriend's best friends who were also his band mates. he spoke about them with the goofiest grin and had the dumbest stories. just yesterday he'd told her about last year when he and nikki were so high they jumped on a train and then had to jump off a mile or so later. resulting in a very long walk back to the hotel.

his band wasn't just his band mates they were practically family and we've all heard the girlfriend meeting the family horror stories. the sound of his mismatched red and black converse hitting the floor was unheard as y/n messed with her hair in the mirror next to the door. tommy swung the keys to his new ferrari on his finger as he watched her for a moment. before bursting into a brief smile. "dude, you look fucking great. stop worrying."

"babe, stop 'dude'ing me." y/n giggled as she turned to him with her smile that made her dimples pop. he pressed his lips together as he made his way past her, brushing her head with a kiss as he opened the door with one hand. it wasn't long before the couple was out the door and in the seats of the ferrari.

the car ride was short to vince's place. the singer was throwing a little day party — hardly a party, rather a band meeting, but anything with mötley turned into a party. the little party was also a reason for the boys to meet y/n which they all looked forward to. it was rare any of them were not so focused on themselves to care about the other's love life. but this time was different, or at least so it seemed to them. tommy had a new "love of his life" every week. you could say it was the same ol' situation. but they - specifically mick, had a feeling about this one. one that was solidified the moment the couple made their way to the front door.

hands intertwined between the rockstar and the angel as they approached the entry way. tommy glanced down at his girlfriend with a smile when he noticed the look on her face. the one she had just a few weeks ago when she was preparing for an interview at a bookstore she's been eyeing for awhile. y/n aced the interview and she would ace this. "don't be so nervous, you're too pretty for that." the drummer winked making his girlfriend give him a look. "will you shut up, please?"

"i agree with the chick," a voice sounded from the doorway making the young couple turn their heads. stood in all his glory was the singer himself, vince neil. he had a bandana tied around his neck which covered his slightly sunburn chest. he was in leather pants despite the mere 80s of LA. "dude, we didn't even knock."

"yeah but i saw a pretty girl out my window so y'know." vince shrugged it off with a smirk at the girl. tommy furrowed his eyebrows as he held up the two intertwined hands. "yeah, we'll, she's taken."

"ne'vah stupd anee id us befu." a voice mumbled as another rocker made his way to the doorway. one presumably known as nikki sixx. a toothbrush was in his mouth, white toothpaste spilling out the corners. the couple gave the man confused glances as he rolled his eyes and spat in the grass. "never stopped any of us before — hi, darling, i'm nikki." he put his hand forward with the cock of his eyebrow. y/n shook his hand and smiled, "i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys."

"the infamous y/n," vince purred as he glanced back at tommy as if complimenting his 'women' skills. "yeah well don't get any fucking ideas — im talking to you, fiancée fucker!" tommy announced towards the bassist who simply raised his hands in defense before passing out on the couch next to mick mars. vince stepped aside as the couple entered. tommy refused to let go of his girlfriend which the band was quick to notice. "y/n/n, this is the guys i guess. nikki — y'know, vince, and this old tombstone is mick."

"hi," the two greeted to another simultaneously. tommy sat on the couch with y/n following, her thigh pressed against his as she sat anxiously. she'd yet to see drugs or naked women like she'd anticipated. so far just dudes in a room with a far too expensive sound system. the silence was echoing in the large LA home. nikki stretched out as he watched y/n with daring eyes, tommy not even wanting to know what was trapped in this thoughts. mick too was watching the girl but rather in confusion. she seemed normal, so why was she with the dumbest motherfucker he knew? vince sat down last, a glass of something in his hand as he sat at the edge of the couch. he eyed tommy who was mouthing something at him.

"so y/n," mick started as he blinked behind his sunglasses. "why this one?" the guitarist asked with such simplicity that made nikki burst into a deep laughter, resulting in a glare from tommy. "will you guys shut the fuck up for once?" he shrugged when he glanced back at the toothbrush nikki had on his chest. "wait- why are you brushing your teeth at like four?"

"went down on this girl, she was on her period, man." nikki shrugged as if it was the most normal thing ever. no one seemed phased minus y/n, who genuinly had never heard someone shrug something that criminal off that way. it wasn't long before the questions got dumber and dumber — which seemed impossible with the ones they asked, but they did. and y/n lasted no more than ten minutes with the band before she ventured off into the kitchen where the other girls were sat around. all arguing over who was better in bed — mötley boys or guns and roses boys. she drowned out the conversation after a short blonde asked her how many rockstars she'd slept with. when she answered with one, they went ballistic.

"slash is too full of himself, tommy knows what he's doing." one of the girls giggled before taking a bite of a pretzel and spitting it out as if she'd die. "tommy's great," another one added, a redhead. a few giggled as one of them uncomfortably sat there with a fucked up smile. "guys, tommy's dating this one." y/n froze as she sipped on her water. they all looked at her and giggled as if it were impossible, because tommy would never settle in their eyes. he's tommy lee.

"excuse me," she mumbled as she stood up and made her way out of the kitchen, nearly falling into the arms of her boyfriend in the process. he stood in the hallway with an empty glass on his way for a refill. he placed it on vince's table when he noticed his girlfriend's face. "what's going on?"

"tommy you've fucked like every girl in that room." she mustered up, her smile gone. it was a rare sight to see her without her big and beautiful grin. the world was sunshine and rainbows in her eyes but it was like thunder in a rainstorm right now. "they're all talking about if you or slash are better in bed. it's just... look i know you have a past and you're done with all the sleeping around now. but, i just couldn't listen to it anymore. they laughed when one of them said i was your girl. like it was insane."

the drummer's face softened as he placed his finger under her chin, lifting it up to be directly in his eyesight. "those groupies are wild, y/n. they'll fuck anyone to tour with us so they think they know all. but no one knows how i feel 'bout you, because i'm fucking wild for you baby." he pressed his lips against hers as her eyes shut on demand. his kiss was soft and genuine and he threw in a little tongue — the tommy way of course. it wasn't long before she pulled away, not wanting to have a full on makeout session in his friend's house. her smile was back on an instant as she glanced up at the man with her pink lips. tommy mirrored the expression as he wrapped his arms around her. "baby, let go. i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"'m 'kay. don't leave me for too long," he blew her a kiss as she walked off into the bathroom and shut the door. the moment he heard voices he cursed to himself. "oh baby, i'd never leave you for too long." vince mimicked in a sexy voice as nikki threw a heart with his fingers and shot it at his best friend. mick pursed his lips and blew a kiss at the drummer. "oh, baby."

"you're fucking dead." the drummer groaned before chasing the three men out of the house, like fucking mötley crüe man.

#teddypickerry #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee #nikki sixx x reader #mötley crue fic #mick mars #vince neil

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: March

Welcome to March’s recommendation. Down below is the link to February’s part 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Bucky Barnes, and more. March is a very busy month for me, I’m traveling all over to see specialists, so there may be more stories than usual, or there could be fewer. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are enjoying the new theme on the blog for March, as St. Patrick’s day holds a special day in my heart. My folks got married on that day in an intimate ceremony and again in July in a bigger ceremony many years ago, before many of your parents got together.

🌹 Feb. '23 Pt. 2

March '23 Pt. 2 🍀

Masterlist

A Handsome Stranger >> John Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Me and The Devil >> Alfie Solomons x Reader (Moodboard)

In Death's Realm >> Fortunate Souls Playlist, "Death has feelings, death weeps, death feels anger, death has hopes and dreams, and death has a heart."

Have It All by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Keep Us Safe by @zablfie >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Make A Good Thing Bad >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella (Moodboard)

My Darling Tommy (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader "I do not think such a smile or happiness will be known till we are in each other's arms once more."

Lighthouse Vacation (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

Happy Birthday Buck (Moodboard + Drabble) >> Bucky Barnes x OFC!Sparrow Lake

How About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader (Moodboard)

Polly Gray x Aberama Gold (Moodboard) "Across the vast quantity of multiverses, Polly Gray always fell in with Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold himself fell madly deeply in love with Mrs. Gray."

The Blackbird and The Lionheart (Playlist) >> Polly Gray x Aberama Gold

HEADCANON'S:

Being Finn's Twin Sister by @mindful-of-ideas >> I loved seeing more Finn Shelby on my dashboard.

ONE-SHOTS:

Fireflies by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Extended version of her Moodboard and Blurb. | Did I cry? Yes. Would I read it again? Yes, times a million. It's such a beautiful story, yet so sad.

A Handsome Stranger by @zablife >> Vampire!John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You meet a handsome man one night in a club who makes you feel a powerful desire for him. The events of the evening grow increasingly strange and difficult to comprehend. | I did not see that end coming at all, but then again, with all of Lee's writing, she always takes me by surprise with her endings! I hope to see more vampire!Shelby family.

BLURBS:

Pizza and Champagne. by @peakyscillian >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: A peek into your and Tommy's life. | So good, and I would love to have a night like this with Modern!Tommy.

Three's A Party by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Ginger!Lady - Summary: You and Tommy have a threesome with a frequent female patron from The Garrison. Tommy thinks he just might be in Heaven. | This is so very hot. Please enjoy it.

MINI-SERIES:

Keep Us Safe by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it. | This story will make your eyes water and your heartache, but you will see a father's true desperation to do whatever it takes to make his family whole. Lee, you did such an outstanding job with this story.

What About Now by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has been hard at work with your children Charlie and Ruby, planning something extra special for you. | This is very beautiful, and I absolutely adore it. Tommy puts so much effort into doing something for his significant and evolving his children. Be still my heart.

DRABBLES:

Request: Ties and Baton by @dameronscopilot >> Steven Grant x f!reader - Summary/Request: Okay, but now that you’ve mentioned it, Steven using his tie and batons on the reader. | I read the warnings, I promise I did, but I still did not expect it to be as hot as it was.

ONE-SHOT:

Favorite Kind of Trouble by @amhrosina >> Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank and you get up to no good at a gala event, and Matt’s enhanced senses can’t help but focus on the pretty sounds you’re making from across the room. | Be prepared to read something that has just the right amount of spiciness to it.

Present by @crazyunsexycool >> Alpha!Stucky x Reader - Summary: Reader has never presented as a beta, alpha, or omega, but she still managed to find the loves of her life. If she isn't presented, then why is she in the middle of a mission, cramping and hunched over, craving her two loves so badly? | If you are looking for some spicy Stucky x Reader, look no further. This will have you covered.

SERIES:

Push & Pull by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met. When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you’re all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | Please do yourself a favor and go and read this, especially if you are on a Frank Castle kick or if you are a sad bunny like me. This story is just perfect. The emotions that are portrayed through the writing are just beautiful.

ONE-SHOTS:

Can You See His Silhouette? by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You get your period and without anything to help you with it, you're mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help. | This is really sweet, leaving me wishing for Joel to take care of me.

Compass by @frenchiereading >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: You receive an unexpected visit that threatens to tip over the fragile balance you’ve been trying to maintain for the sake of your love, your family, and your marriage. Set about a year after the events of the movie. | Grab some tissues for this one, folk, because let me just say, you'll need them.

Crossroads of His Heart by @jake-g-lockley >> Frankie Morales x reader - Summary/Prompt: “would you acknowledge my feelings for you if i kissed you right now? you can’t seem to take a damn hint, [name]”, Glancing at you but immediately looking away when you catch them, Almost kissing, but someone walks in. | Can you tell I'm on a Triple Frontier kick, and I'm getting my fix? This was so adorable, especially the cotton candy scene.

Lush by @javierpinme >> Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!Reader - Summary: You buy a sex toy and accidentally send a request to your hot neighbor to join in. | Is this really hot? Yes. Did I need to splash cold water on myself after reading? Very much so.

Stay by @dameronscopilot >> Kacey Dutton x Reader - Summary: When a downtrodden Kayce arrives on your doorstep at nearly midnight on New Year’s Eve and shares unexpected news, reigning in the feelings you’ve harbored for him for years becomes exceedingly difficult. | I'm a big fan of Yellowstone, and Kacey is my favorite character, so I freaked out when I saw this. It's something I didn't know I needed and I want more of in my life. Please go read if you are a fan of Lukas Grimes or Yellowstone!

Worth the Risk by @melodygatesauthor >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader - Summary: You're visiting your hometown on college break, and you are staying overnight at your best friend's house. You never realized how attractive her dad was until that night. You wonder if he feels the same. | An Oscar Isaac character *chefs kiss* and some spiciness, just what everyone needs.

The Wow Factor by @movievillainess721 >> Frankie Morales x Plus Size!Female!Reader - Summary: You now owe Santi a favor. | Can something be adorable and hot at the same time? Well, this was.

MINI-SERIES:

*Grays Part 1 & Part 2 by @fuckyeahdindjarin >> Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader - Summary: Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head. | I only give you the summary of part 1, but trust me, you will want to read both parts. Part two is spicy, but part one is the teasing, and I just love this so much.

MOODBOARDS:

Arthur + Wedding by @acewritesfics >> Arthur Shelby x Reader | Arthur and Reader sneaking off just warms my heart. I need more Arthur in my life now.

Men (Modern AU) by @dreamlandcreations >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons - Blurb | TOMMY'S WHAT?!? Alex does a wonderful job making your jaw drop. Beautiful moodboard.

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby - Poem | Such a beautiful poem and moodboard, Selene.

@acewritesfics - Ace was one of the very first Peaky Blinder writers I followed on Tumblr when I returned, and I'm so glad I did. I don't just follow her peaky content. I follow because Ace is so kind in her feedback on other people's content and just encouraging. She is definitely someone you want on your dashboard.

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haywire-hetfield · 2 months

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can i request some bottom steven adler ? the ship is your choice, he's just so .. ough !!! in a good way ofc :P

Sure thing!

Ship: Tommy Lee x Steven Adler

Warnings: Top Tommy, bottom Steven, doggy style, rough sex, intoxicated sex, barebacking, creampie, depersonalization

Words: 1,046

Steven’s body seemed to be weightless, floating on air, as he laid in the hotel bed with Tommy. He was hooked on this sort of feeling. Everything was a blur around him, blocking out any pain or worry he might have had in favor of focusing on pleasure. He didn’t even feel like a human, more a separate ball of energy floating just outside of his mortal vessel.

Tommy was in bed with him and he wondered if the alcohol mixing with the drugs was affecting him in the same way. It didn’t seem to be, though. Steven could barely keep himself held up, yet Tommy was able to move around and focus on so many things. He was clearly handling it a lot better than Steven was, but he didn’t mind. The way he felt was enjoyable and Tommy didn’t have a problem with taking over, being the one to move them around as needed.

Tommy’s hands flexed around his hips, giving the warm skin a gentle squeeze. It was shockingly soft given how rough Tommy had been with him, shoving him to the bed and sinking his teeth in deep. Steven hadn’t minded it, quite the opposite. He had wailed and moaned, sounding more like a cat in heat rather than a man. Tommy had just laughed and encouraged Steven to keep letting out noises, enjoying the way he sounded.

He’d gripped tightly at Tommy’s hair and shoulders until the older man had flipped him onto his stomach, jerking his hips into place. Steven relished in moments like this. Times when someone was willing to get so rough and demanding with him, particularly when he was too fucked up to care about anything else. It felt like a true release, so detached from himself.

Tommy wasn’t easing up either. He’d quickly found a pace that worked for both of them, sharp and fast. Each thrust threatened to shove Steven further up the bed, but Tommy had a firm grasp on him and kept him pinned in place. It made Steven feel like a toy, being held still and fucked into. His head swam as Tommy surely left bruises along his skin, fingertips digging into his hips until it hurt even through the haze of drugs and drinks.

Steven felt like he was on fire inside, each thrust forcing Tommy’s cock against every sensitive spot and the drag back out made him feel as though he was going to lose his mind. He wished he could be lost in this moment forever, all he had to do was lay still and let Tommy use him. The bed creaked and hit the wall harshly with every thrust, and it was a shock nobody had filed a noise complaint. Perhaps hotels just anticipated there would be the sounds of the bed shaking and somebody squealing coming from Tommy’s room, maybe even booking him away from the other guests to avoid disturbances.

A warm kiss was being pressed against his shoulder, but he was never fucked any gentler. And he was happy about that. He didn’t want to have someone making love to him so sweetly, touching him like he was fragile, peppering soft kisses along his skin and whispering about how beautiful he was. No, he wanted this. He wanted the way Tommy kept him shoved against the bed, pounding into him like he wasn’t even real. He himself didn’t feel real and Tommy treating him like an object made him more comfortable.

Steven had tried to wrap a hand around his own cock at one point. The loss of one arm braced against the bed ended with his upper body pressed completely down against the mattress, face sideways and shoved down into it. Tommy hadn’t even missed a beat, he’d just hiked Steven’s hips up further and continued fucking into him.

Steven’s hand did find his cock, stroking himself with as much focus as he could which turned out to be very little. All of the sensations were still getting him closer and closer to the edge. Tommy felt perfect filling him up and he was so relentless in his actions. He twisted his hand every now and then, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came. Tommy grunted above him and the older man’s movements amplified.

If he’d been holding back before, he wasn’t now. Each thrust was so rough that it nearly hurt and Steven wondered how sore he would be in the morning. He’d been with bigger guys before, guys who he swore he could feel in his stomach, but Tommy was bigger than all of them. He stretched him open perfectly and he could feel him in what seemed like the base of his throat, furthering the feeling that he was just a little toy for Tommy to fuck into. Nothing more than a tight, warm place for Tommy to bury himself.

Steven ended up coming first, spilling hot and fast over his own fist. He hadn’t even realized when he first came, sensations washing over his overworked body without his knowledge. His body was being bombarded with so many feelings that it was hard to register them all. It made his body tense and tighten around Tommy, pushing the dark haired man over the edge as well.

A sense of pride shot through Steven, knowing that he had made Tommy feel so good. Yet another feeling he could get addicted to. He couldn’t actually feel Tommy coming inside of him, he was too warm and wet already to really notice the difference, but the thought of it was nearly as good. Tommy kept himself pressed deeply for a few moments, letting himself completely finish before he eased himself out of his body.

Tommy was still silent and the only sounds that filled the room were both of them trying to catch their breath. Tommy pressed another kiss to his shoulder before slapping his ass hard enough to leave a bright pink mark. Steven’s body jerked and he laughed warmly at Tommy’s actions. His hips fell onto the bed as soon as Tommy was no longer supporting his body, falling into the cooling puddle of his own come, but he didn’t care as Tommy laid down next to him.

#tommy lee x steven adler #steven adler x tommy lee #smut #nsft #rpf #guns n roses #guns n roses smut #guns n roses nsft #motley crue #motley crue smut #motley crue nsft #tommy lee #steven adler #steven adler smut #steven adler nsft #tommy lee smut #tommy lee nsft #asks

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ginny-rose-sixx · 4 years

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What the Fork? Ch 2

A/N: Well it’s ADHD awareness month and to be honest I have been having a real beast of a time these past 1.5 months. I still have not been able to be in the perfect mind space for writing lately. For example, I will sit down to write and half-way through a sentence I will start to hyper-fixate on trying to remember what Roman Numeral I had to write to when I was in 1st grade. Was it 1 thousand? 2 thousand? 10 thousand? 1 million?? Then by the time I get back to the sentence I was writing, I am so lost. Sometimes it frightens and discourages me so much that I immediately shut the document down. I will also just break down and cry or I will hyper-fixate on some inane object. I have had hours pass that seem to be minutes and vice versa.

Thankfully, I have been able to write more. Chapter 12 is out on WattPad and AO3. Also, I am now finally putting chapter 2 here on Tumblr. Read, reblog, tell me what you think… pretty please? 🥺

Pairing: Not disclosed to reader yet

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 1542

Chapter summary: It’s Roz’s first morning in 1981.

Roz woke slowly. *Gaahh, that is such a gross smell. And why on Earth is there someone in my bed?* Roz cracked an eye open and peeked around the room. *WHAAAT THE FUUUCK???* She started to silently freak the fuck out. *Not good. Not good. Not good at all. Wait, seriously who the fuck is in bed with me??* Roz was done being silent. Now was the time for ear splitting screams. Roz also lashed out at the stranger elbowing him in the stomach and kicking him a few times in the shins. For good measure, she also kicked him twice in the balls.

Tommy sleepily stumbled out of his bed. “Roz?! Roz are you ok?!” Tommy saw Vince on the floor groaning and clutching his crotch. “Vinnie, dude, did you seriously get into bed with Roz after getting home? Are you ok Roz? Did he hurt you or anything?”

“Seriously T-bone? I’m over here in major pain and you think I did something to her?” Vince groaned.

As she listened to Tommy and Vince, Roz became more alert and remembered where she was. “Mornin’ Tommy. Hey Vince, if I catch you cuddling me in my sleep again without my permission, I WILL hurt you. I will shove my wand up your nose and scramble your brain.”

Nikki stood in the doorway laughing, “Well Vince, I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you kicked out of bed by a chick. I thought you’d have freaked out a little less Roz, you know, being the time traveling witch that you are.”

Roz stood up and glared at him, “Shut up Nikki! You had me go into his bed and didn’t warn him I was there to… what? Mess with me?! Were you hoping that he’d do something to me in my sleep?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, “I knew he wouldn’t, and it was a fucking joke.”

“Not a very good one if you ask me,” said Roz crossing her arms. “Ugh whatever.”

Vince looked between Roz and Nikki. “Is anyone gonna fill me in on the babe from the future?”

“Watch it buddy. I’ve got my eye on you,” Roz stuck her tongue out at Vince. “Anyways, shouldn’t we wait for Mick in case he thought of anything else he wants to know? The less I gotta repeat myself the better.”

Tommy looked at the alarm clock, “Well it’s almost 11:30 so he should be here soon for practice. What do you want to do until then?”

*I wonder why I’m even here. What do I want to do anyways? I can’t always just sit here on my ass with the guys. It’s too bad that to get a job or anything I would need a fake ID or something. I know, I could be their babysitter and maid.* Roz snickered to herself at the thought.

“Earth to Roz….1981 to Roz, are you there?” Tommy said poking her on her right shoulder right where she had a giant bruise.

Roz tried to keep from wincing. “Um sorry I guess I spaced out there. I guess we should come up with some sleeping arrangements because I don’t want to wake up to unexpected people in the same bed as me. No offence Vince. Also, I’m sorry for literally kicking your ass outta bed. So, who wants to share a bed with a witch?”

The guys looked between each other. Just as Vince was about to try saying something, Nikki elbowed him and said “Unless we can get another mattress, you should get your own bed. These two goons can either share or fight each other for who gets the couch. Although, you could always share with one of them.”

“Nik seriously? I’ll just try to be at my girlfriend’s more often. I don’t want to risk my brain getting scrambled.” Vince shrugged and walked out to the living room.

Roz was starting to feel the need for some time to herself. “Hey Tommy, do you have another shirt that I can wear? I don’t feel like being in these shorts all day.”

“Sure thing Roz,” Tommy said tossing her a shirt as he walked out of the room.

Nikki just stood there with his arms crossed analyzing Roz. Starting to feel a little hot under the collar, she cleared has throat and said, “Um Nikki, I don’t exactly want an audience while I change.”

With a wink and a smirk Nikki left the room. Roz shut the door behind him. Roz started to think as she got her skirt and started to change. *Ok, seriously, Nikki was being a little weird just now. He didn’t act this nice last night at all. Maybe he’s just trying to get me rattled.* When she took the shirt off she saw that her whole right shoulder was bruised. *Geez did I fall or something when I blacked out?* Roz did her hair in a messy bun and tied the oversized t-shirt at the waist. Knowing how gross the carpet is, she decided to put her boots on. Once she was satisfied with her clothes, she walked out to the living room to find that Mick had already arrived.

“Hey cuz,” she said as she skipped in and plopped onto the couch between Mick and Tommy.

“So teen witch, I hear you kicked Vince out of bed. Good job kid.” Mick said with a small smile.

Roz laughed, “If he tries anything while I’m asleep I’ll treat him like he’s an Egyptian being prepared for burial”

Vince looked at her like she had 2 heads, “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that I would shove a white-hot poker up your nose and scramble your brain before I pull it out through your nose.” Roz was having a hard time not laughing at the look on Vince’s face. Taking pity on him, she conceded, “Weeeeellllll I would actually be more likely to punch or kick someone I’m not expecting to be in my bed.”

“So, Roz, what did happen before you appeared under the table?” Tommy asked turning on the couch to look at her.

“Well I was supposed to go to a Harry Potter convention where a bunch of fans get together. That’s why I was dressed the way that I was. My friend Katy was supposed to pick me up but she didn’t show up so I started to watch a movie. I was fiddling around with my time turner necklace and then a blue light started creeping up my arms. I couldn’t drop the necklace, or even move at all. Around the time that it was reaching my head I blacked out. I must have fallen because I have a giant bruise on my right shoulder. Next thing I know I’m under your table.”

“What movie were you watching?” Nikki asked suspiciously.

Roz crinkled her nose and questioned, “Why do you care what movie I was watching?”

Nikki scoffed, “Of course I want to know because it might explain why you ended up here of all places.”

Roz thought *I can’t tell them too much about it. I can’t cause some sort of time paradox or change the future. He probably won’t believe whatever I say anyways* She took a steadying breath and said, “It was a movie with a killer rabbit, French people flinging insults and throwing cows, horny nuns in a convent, and empty halves of coconuts. I was also trying to do some research into the classic physics problem of ‘What is the air speed velocity of an un-laden swallow?’”

Nikki snorted, “Well that’s bull shit. You were probably watching something lame and embarrassing, or something really important. Either way, you don’t want to tell us the truth.”

Roz snorted and shook her head at his response, “Of course you just keep on thinking that Nikki. Monty Python and the Holy Grail is just pure awesome, not crazy. Oh and, Vince, my full name is Eva Rozlyn Roberts. I prefer Roz. Also, Nikki decided that I am Mick’s cousin from Wisconsin. Any questions anyone?”

“Well Roz, that’s all well and good, but we might need more of a back story than that. We gotta have a plausible reason why Mick’s adult cousin moved from Wisconsin. Also, we probably should have a good reason why you stay here and not with him.” Vince said.

Roz thought for a moment then said, “Well as to the moving states, I guess we could say I’m recently parentless and that Mick’s the only family member I have. As to why I’m here and not with him would be his girlfriend doesn’t like me.”

“What will you do during the day?” asked Tommy.

“I guess I’ll help you guys with stuff around here. I would cook and clean, ugh I wish I was actually a witch; magic would come in handy when cleaning this place up.” Roz looked around. She saw copious amounts of trash, broken shit, and burnt cockroaches everywhere.

Nikki watched Roz as she looked around. He thought that she might be a little too tame at the moment. With a wicked glint in his eye he asked her, “What about when we party? Are you gonna be joining in?”

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Piece Of Your Action

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“God, can they just fuck already?” Vince groaned from the front row of seats. Nikki and Mick followed his attention backstage to a full view of the scene before them.

Tommy and I were goofing around like it was just the two of us. Giggles and lingering touches and flirty smiles. I laughed at something Tommy said, and as I tossed my head back, I shot an arm out to grip his bicep for support. I held onto his arm for a moment - a bit too long, in Nikki’s opinion.

After Nikki introduced me and Tommy at the party a few weeks earlier, I was all the drummer ever talked about. He didn’t know how to keep it cool with Nikki - couldn’t even try - and was too excited to help himself. It was no secret that Tommy was a hopeless romantic. The characteristic didn’t mesh well with the Mötley circus, and more often than not it worked to his detriment. The rest of the band watched Tommy fall too hard and too fast more times than they could count.

And more than that? Nikki was always the one left behind to pick up the broken pieces. Tommy loved - or what he thought was love, at the time - deeper than most. It ignited and spread like wildfire for a few weeks before it burned out in a grizzled, charcoaled mess.

For once, Tommy wasn’t the one Nikki worried about.

Nikki and I had gone through the trenches together, way before I was filming blockbusters with Tom Cruise and Mötley Crüe ever existed. He was used to fending off skeevy men at parties and bars (a full-time job, as far as my looks and Nikki’s brotherly nature were concerned), but he also stuck with me through my fair share of heartbreak. One in particular, about two years back, left me in pieces and questioning everything I thought I knew about love. Nikki spent months pulling me out of it.

Was he ecstatic me and Tommy hit it off? Yes. Was he kicking himself for not thinking of it sooner? Absolutely. But the concept of his best friend and his brother dating, when he knew more than he’d like to about our respective dating histories, made him nervous.

He didn’t want to lose either of us.

“Kid’s gone and fallen in love,” Mick drawled. He glanced our way while he tuned his guitar. “Again.”

“Tommy’s been such a pussy since he met her.” Vince glanced at Nikki. “Sorry.” Nikki waved it off and Vince continued. “He has zero interest in the chicks we bring on the bus and he hasn’t gone to a fuckin’ strip club with us in weeks. He never pulled that shit with other girls.”

Vince’s rant was cut short when me and Tommy made our way over.

“Alright, Nik, I’m heading out. Big table read and all,” I said.

I bent down to kiss Nikki on the cheek and ruffled his hair. He wrapped an arm around me and smacked a wet kiss on my cheek in return. I sent a small, private small Tommy’s way and hopped off the stage.

Nikki called after me as I weaved through the aisles toward the exit. “Knock ‘em dead, honey! Make me proud!”

The boys laughed when, without turning around, I threw up my middle finger. “Fuck you, Sixx!” The double doors slammed shut behind me.

“Faith’s the only one who calls you out on your bullshit, Sixx, I swear.” Mick chuckled to himself.

“Smokin’ hot, too.” Vince smirked. “I’d love to hit that.” He knew what he was doing - the crude remark was largely to rile Tommy up, but it was also true.

Nikki cut his eyes up to the drummer and noticed his jaw clench at Vince’s comment. To be fair, Nikki would react the same way: Vince had a long-standing habit of listening to his dick first and brain second.

Nikki stood and hiked his leather pants higher up on his hips. “Tommy, can I talk to you for a second?” He started for the green room without bothering to see if Tommy followed, and missed the smart-assed remarks Mick and Vince threw at Tommy on their way out.

“Someone’s in trouble!” Vince booed at Tommy and wiggled his fingers after him.

“Shut up, Vince,” Tommy hissed. His heart was in his throat - though he couldn’t be positive what was going on, he had a damned good idea. And that idea was small, blonde, and smelled like vanilla.

Tommy closed the door behind them. Nikki could feel the anxiety radiating from him. Tommy twirled his drumsticks around his fingers, a vain attempt to ground himself in whatever was about to happen. He quickly tucked them in his back pocket when he saw the look on Nikki’s face.

Nikki sat on the couch and nodded to the space next to him. “Sit down, drummer.”

“Nikki, listen -”

“No, you listen, Tommy.” Nikki ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not blind here, man. I know there’s something going on with you and Faith.” He held up a hand when Tommy opened his mouth. “Let me speak, man.”

All the color drained from Tommy’s face. He sat down.

Nikki leaned forward. “Trust me - I know how great Faith is. I don’t blame you for falling for her. But she’s like my fucking little sister, man. I know both of you so fucking well, and - I mean, I know how you are. You fall hard and fast.” He sighed. “I just... I’m not stupid, dude. I can see you guys have a connection, but I want you to be sure. Before you do anything, I need you to be sure.”

Tommy cleared his throat. His knees wouldn’t stop bouncing. “Fuck, Nikki, I just... I mean?” He shook his head to himself. He thought for a moment and, when he spoke again, his entire demeanor changed.

“This is different, dude. Like... I feel like I know her? Like I’ve always known her? And not in a fuckin’ cheesy way, but like she’s just always been there. I don’t know - I mean, I can’t describe it.” Tommy chuckled to himself. “I can’t fucking stand when she’s not around and I haven’t even kissed her yet.” He looked up at Nikki. “What the fuck is happening to me, dude?”

Nikki softened as soon as he saw the look on Tommy’s face. Every concern evaporated into the air. “Tommy, I’m -”

“I think I’m gonna marry this girl, man.” Tommy laughed in disbelief in at himself, surprised at his own comment.

Nikki looked in Tommy’s eyes and knew it was true. He clapped a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “As long as I’m your best man, dude.”

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What I would wear if I went partying with Pam and Tommy….

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just letting you know i love live wire so much! it’s great!!

I’m so glad!!! I’m working on Ch 15 right now and 16 is half way done! I’m always down to hear thoughts and theories on what’s going to happen bc I haven’t decided what will happen yet, so please reach out. I love talking about The Dirt and Live Wire

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Roguish Women Part 9

Summary: Kate Rosseau is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 8: Kate has spent two years with the Shelbys. But she still doesn’t know what to expect.

Kate whistled to herself as she walked a pile of papers into Tommy’s office. The new building was quite the step up for the Shelbys and even Kate had to admire their tenacity. Some gangs were satisfied with maintaining their areas. Maybe a couple of streets or a borough. Not Tommy Shelby. He wanted the world.

The two years since Kate had arrived in Birmingham with the Shelby boys had been strange. The woman was so used to upheavals and always glancing over her shoulder. After receiving the letter from Santo, she assumed that would be the course for the rest of her life. She didn’t expect to be in Birmingham for long. Not after Black Star Day, not after Grace’s betrayal.

But she just never left. For the first year, Kate asked Tommy for protection. She didn’t know who in Britain was under Santo’s control. Hell, she didn’t even know where the man was. He could’ve been down the street. What she did know, was that he had her location. That was what was perplexing that first year. Every time she opened the door, Kate expected Santo to be standing there waiting for her. Yet, he never showed.

By the second year, it became a bit more transparent why he wasn’t making a move yet. After the death of Billy Kimber word about the Peaky Blinders got louder. How could a small Brummie game overthrow such a powerful man?

There was no clear answer. The news simply was, Tommy Shelby was not a man to take lightly. The word reached London quick, and no doubt spread through the various gangs, including the Italians. Ones who most likely had some connection to Santo and his men in America.

Tommy Shelby was dangerous and quick to defend his territory as well as go on the offense. And he was standing right in front of Kate.

By year two with the Shelbys, Kate found her stride in Birmingham. She helped Tommy arrange deals with Americans who would buy smuggled goods. It gave Kate significant creditability when that extra cash began to roll in. After Grace, no in the Shelby family was quick to trust outsiders. Kate was no exception, but over time she made strides in proving herself.

Still, she wasn’t a part of the Peaky Blinders or the family. Her role in the business was limited and highly scrutinized by Tommy and Polly. It didn’t bother Kate, in fact, she expected it. If anything, she was just grateful for the protection. Not only did it keep her safe, but it allowed her to stay in Birmingham for much longer than expected. She found a home there, settling into the soot-covered city. She didn’t look over her shoulder anymore.

Heavy footsteps entered the office. Kate turned to see Tommy coming in. “I have contracts.” She informed him. He didn’t answer, instead, he passed by her and slumped down into his chair. She lingered by the desk, taking in his harried appearance. His hair was tousled and his clothes looked a little disheveled. “Are you alright?”

“The Garrison blew up this morning.” He responded.

“Blew up?” She looked bewildered. “Like…exploded? How?”

“I’m handling it.” He picked up the contracts but didn’t seem to really be reading the words.

Kate sucked at her teeth and nodded. “Alright.” She knew it made no difference whether she said anything on the matter or not. Tommy wouldn’t disclose anything to her. He’d learned his lesson when it came to telling pretty women secrets. “Do you need me for anything?”

He set the contracts down. “What do Jews speak?”

“Jews? Well…depends on where they’re from I suppose. Yiddish, maybe.” She shrugged.

“Do you speak it?”

“No. Although I think it’s close to German.” She mused. “Why?”

Tommy cleared his throat and stood back up from his desk. “I’ll be out of the office tonight and tomorrow.” He skirted her question.

“Where are you going? If I’m allowed to ask.”

“London. Keep me calls when I’m gone. Just send them Polly’s way.” He retrieved his hat.

“I’m not your secretary,” Kate replied sharply.

“That’s right, you’re not. I’m looking for one but, in the meantime, you can answer some calls.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Go off and have fun in London. Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

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“You know, every so often Tommy disappears from the office.” Kate was at the betting shop helping out Esme and Polly while the boys were on ‘holiday’. It was a busy day and Polly enlisted her help. After a tasking day, evening was finally upon them so the women were left to count coins. “And he comes back smelling of women’s perfume. Which is funny because I thought he’d sworn off women after…well.” There was a silent understanding that Grace’s name wouldn’t be brought up ever again. Not after what she’d done to the family, especially Tommy.

“Bet it’s that Lizzie Stark,” Polly said.

“So now he’s ready to get his heart broke again?”

Esme just snickered and shook her head as Polly looked bemused. “She’s a whore, Kate, Tommy’s not in love with her.”

“I’ve known plenty of men who have fallen in love with whores.” She replied. “They’re so blinded by lust that they don’t notice when their wallet’s gone missing.”

The women shared a chuckle. “I honestly don’t know how you put up with him sometimes.” Kate sighed. Her mind was starting to feel numb after counting all day. “He’s trying to do a million things at once all on his own. Never wants help. Just wants to conquer the world. I’d say he was foolish but he’s too smart for his own good.”

“He’s a gypsy boy at heart.” Polly kicked up her feet and paused for a smoke. “Untamed, fearless, and never stays down when he’s beat.”

Kate let a few coins fall to the table with a clink. “Then maybe he is ready to conquer the world.”

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But perhaps the world wasn’t ready to be conquered. Esme called Kate saying Tommy had been jumped and Ada had been attacked as well. It was bad and doctors said he’d have to stay in the hospital for at least a month. According to Esme, Tommy had told the family to just stay put.

So, Kate remained home for the time being. She waited by the phone but didn’t get any more calls. It was maddening trying to go about her day without worrying over the state of Tommy. And what did it mean for the rest of the family? The rest of the company? The attack was enough for her to keep her doors and windows locked. All she had to do was wait for word.

That night, Kate was woken up by banging on her door. Bewildered and half-asleep, she turned on the lamp to see what the clock on the wall read.

“Midnight?” She gasped in frustration. “Better be a god damn good reason.” She snatched her gun from the nightstand drawer and wrapped herself up in a robe before going downstairs.

She paused and cocked her gun. “Who is it?” She called.

“It’s Tommy.”

Afraid she was stuck in some sort of hyper-realistic dream, she hesitated. “Where did we meet?”

“For fuck’s sake…the Moulin Rouge!” He answered with an exasperated grunt.

Satisfied, Kate tucked away her gun and opened the door. “What on Earth are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospital!”

Tommy was slumped against the door jamb. His coat and hat covered him well enough that she couldn’t see what condition he was in. But his slurred words and posture was enough of a tell. “Need you to come with me.”

“Where?”

“Down to the Yard. I’ll explain once we’re on our way.”

“Tommy, you need to be in a hospital.” She insisted.

“Just do as I say. Go get dressed.”

Kate debated calling Polly and getting him back into the hospital. But she could hear fear behind his weak voice. So, she helped him sit down inside while she went to get changed.

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best interests (little talks) 5/?

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Ollie x OFC John x platonic!OFC

i know this one is short but i have a headache and couldn’t write the whole thing like i wanted.

Summary: Even in the short amount of time it’s been since Amelia moved to the city, she’s heard all sorts of stories about them. The Peaky Blinders. More than half of the stories, she suspects, are wildly exaggerated and little more than idle gossip traded when people are well into their cups. Even so, she made a promise to herself to stay away from men who looked like trouble, especially after the last time, and if anyone in this dreary city was trouble, it was them.

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“Are you free this weekend?”

Amelia doesn’t look up from the game of poker that she’s gotten herself dragged into, focused on deciding which cards she should keep and which she could add to the small pile in the middle of the table. John and Arthur are, admittedly, more than decent poker players. Unfortunately for the both of them, Amelia is a cheat, and she’s not going to stop being one now just because they’ve become friends.

“I’m not, actually. I’ll be up in London with my man, and we won’t be doing much talking. Full house.”

For a minute the house is filled with the sounds of Arthur and John cursing her while they slide the small boiled sweets across the table to her as her winnings. After she’d taken them for most of what they had in their pockets, she’d graciously suggested they switch to something with lower stakes.

“You, not doing much talking? Fuck off. Can hardly get a word in with you around.” Arthur pours them all a drink, not that they need another, and winks at her.

“Listen, if you don’t know how to do it right and give a girl better things to do than talk, you can just say that, Arthur, we won’t judge.”

John inhales and chokes on the whiskey, keeling over in his chair to cough it up in between peals of laughter, and she lays her cards on the table and leaves them to it, Arthur grumbling to himself that he knows how to do it right.

She follows Tommy back through the betting shop to his office.

“Why do you want to know if I’m free?”

“I’ve got a job for you. If you want it.”

“Is this about the races? People talk,” she says, holding up her hands when he gives her a look. “Did you deal with the barmaid?”

“Did I miss the part where we got close enough for you to have the right to ask questions?”

“I thought it might be healthy for Tommy Shelby to realise that not everyone is too scared to question his decisions. You might be the boss around here, but I’m not from here, and if you think I’m going to do everything you say, then you’re going to be very disappointed.”

He rubs his face like just talking to her is enough to give him a headache.

“Are you free or not?”

“For the right price, I can be.”

“And what would that price be?”

Amelia makes a show of thinking about it, tapping her foot on the floor as she looks out the windows, drawing the moment out for as long as she feasibly can.

“That deal you’ve made with the Lees. I know you’re going to use John as part of it, to marry the girl and seal the agreement.”

“How do you- I’m not even going to ask. What about it?”

“Find someone else to do it and let him choose who he wants. Those are my terms.”

He’ll deny until his dying day that the protective bond she’s formed with John, and the matter of fact tone that not many are brave enough to use with him, makes him smile a little.

“Fine. Deal. But, only if you can find a replacement.”

“Deal. I’ll meet you at the Garrison at 8 on Saturday. I’ll even wear a nice dress.”

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“We’re closed.”

“That’s unfortunate. Your boss told me to meet him here this morning. We’re going to the races. Didn’t Arthur tell you? I just saw him leaving.”

Amelia hadn’t been sure that Tommy was going to listen to her, about Grace. Men who thought they knew better rarely listened to anyone, and men who were thinking with their cocks even less so. If the look Grace is giving her now is any indication, like she’d love nothing more than to shoot Amelia where she stands for interfering in her plans, then Tommy must have taken a step back and cut Grace off from any concrete sources of information she could pass off to her superiors.

“What’s the matter, Grace? You look pale, are you ill?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

She lets the tense silence stretch for another minute before she speaks again, smiling softly. It’s not unlike dancing, the act. It’s all about knowing which step you’re going to take next, slipping carefully from one move to the next. “You know, I haven’t been in the area long either. I haven’t made it to see the museum yet, but I’ve seen you around there a fair few times. You must love it there.”

“Excuse me?”

“I have a few regular deliveries I make around that area. You must be a very punctual person, I only ever see you there around the same time of day. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, but I think it’s sweet that you go there to meet your father. The older man?”

Before Grace can say any of the things Amelia can see brewing in her eyes, Tommy opens the door. Time to slip back into the act yet again.

“We’re late.”

“Not me, I’ve been here for half an hour, love.”

She turns her head just as she’s about to step through the door that Tommy’s still holding open for her. “Thanks for waiting with me, Grace. I enjoy our little talks.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fics #i am aware of the length please don't @ me i am in pain #i had so much fun with this part #amelia is a sarcastic bitch and i love her #also loving the relationship between her and the other shelbys #i havent added polly ada and finn yet but i will #favorite part was her using the favor to stick up for john #a+ best friend shit #the ending though #amelia thompson (oc)#john shelby #arthur shelby #tommy shelby #grace burgess

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: April PT. 1

Welcome to April’s recommendation list. Below is the link to take you back to March pt 2 featuring Peaky Blinders, Triple Frontier, Frank Castle, Joel Miller, and the works I posted. The goal for April is to write another chapter In This Heart and rewrite The Spark. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you had a great Easter if you celebrate it!

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April ‘23 Pt. 2 🌷 >>

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A Different Sort of Man (Moodboard) for @evita-shelby story.

Feel What You Feel (Moodboard + Blurb) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "Perhaps this was the day she fell in love with Tommy Shelby."

Happy Birthday Mr. Pascal (Moodboard)

Invisible String (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?"

It's Ok (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby x Beth | "It’s okay to be not okay."

Secret Garden (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby x Beth | “You saved me, Beth. Perhaps it’s time you allowed me to protect you from whatever demons you allow to darken your beautiful mind.”

Visitor (Moodboard + One-Shot) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | "You will never be alone, Tommy, because I’m always going to be in your heart..."

BLURBS:

I'd Kill For You by @there-goes-thefighter >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: John doesn't take too kindly to someone asking the girl he likes out. | This was so fluffy and cute in a Peaky Blinders sort of way.

March Madness Drabble Challenge 2023: DAY 23 by @acewritesfics >> John Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: John cares for his wife and son. | I love reading about John Shelby and his kids.

Obvious by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary/Request: 'Giggling about how their friends haven’t found out about them yet even though they’re being so obvious.' | This was very cute. I enjoyed it.

ONE-SHOTS:

Bye Bye Blackbird by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x F!Reader - Summary: Tommy's love interest from before the war leaves for the excitement of the city, but a chance encounter years later finds her disillusioned with all that sparkles. Can he convince her to come home? | Lee does a wonderful job writing something beautiful and sad simultaneously.

How Much I Love You by @runnning-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) takes the opportunity to tell Tommy what she thinks when she finds him still in bed. | Melancholy Tommy to content and in love Tommy, beautiful.

Life is a Cabaret by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy has an iron-clad arrangement with a performer, one of his own making. | Val does such a good job with imagery in this one as well as emotions, leaving you wanting so much more for both Tommy and the reader. Like with most of Val's writing, you don't want to miss this one. It's angsty.

Not Yet by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: One of the most difficult days of his life awaits him. He's ready to kill Mosley, but not yet. He's ready to make him pay for his horrible thoughts and crimes, but not yet. For the moment, he is in bed with his wife. Life at your side, it seems to be easier, and he loves that feeling. | Flor's way with words in this is just breathtakingly beautiful. It's a must-read.

Philopator by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader - Summary: When Michael presents his offer to Tommy for a restructuring of the company, he mentions his daughter - after all, she is already involved, even if Tommy doesn’t know it yet. | The emotions are so well written in this, and the tears that I shed while reading. It's a must-read.

*Saltwater Tears by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary/Request: Do you really want me? Or is this your way of getting back at my father? | So much emotion in this one. I felt the big decision weighing down on me. So good.

ONE-SHOTS:

Stormy Night by @jackfrombaskinrobbins >> Matt Murdock x teen!adopted!reader - Summary: Matt comes home banged up when his teenager should be in bed asleep. | I always thought Matt would make a good Uncle/Dad, and this further proves my idea he would.

An Unexpected Delight by @amhrosina >> Poly!Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock - Summary: Frank wants a taste after Matt tells him how perfectly delicious you are. | Amazing and hot.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Delicate by @slow-motionlovepotion >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time. | It was so scorching and very well written. I loved it.

Learned Something New by @wheresarizona >> Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x F!Reader - Summary: Reunion sex with Jack leads to a discovery. | This is just so very hot that I needed a tall glass of cold water to go with it.

Like Real People Do by @tightjeansjavi >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie arrive in Jackson for the first time. Joel sees your real smile for the first time in months, all thanks to Jackson’s horses. | This was adorable, and at times Ellie maybe steal the spotlight (in a good way.) I truly did love reading this fluffy piece.

Long Long Night by @toxic-seduction >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: “I’m not done with you.” or big dick Joel Miller fucks you hard. | 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵 🥵

Nadie Espera un Milagro (No One Expects a Miracle) by @oonajaeadira >> Javier Peña x f!reader - Summary: Sassy, confident, American ex-pat female who finds her parents a little tedious and enjoys both her independence and her job as a high-level admin at the DEA. | Had me falling in love with Javi and how much he cared for the reader and wanted to prove to the reader's parents she could take care of herself.

Need To Know by @ayorooster >> dbf!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: THE FIRST TIME Joel Miller realized how bad he had it for you was on a Saturday night. | It's hot 🥵 and I really enjoyed it.

*Salvatore Pt. 1 to Playing Dangerous by @devilmademewriteit >> Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader - Summary: A secretary with an attitude problem, a DEA agent with an insolence problem. Years ago, you'd stopped hoping for his character to improve, but he's still gunning to set you straight. It’s the worst day of your life, and Javier Peña aims to take advantage of that. | Plot leaves you wanting more and more and so excited there is a second part.

*Playing Dangerous Pt. 2 to Salvatore by @devilmademewriteit >> Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader - Summary: Sure, the fact that he’d schemed up an entire, elaborate ruse to get between your legs was upsetting. More upsetting was the fact that he refused to fess up, insisting that you needed to be protected (or at the very least—cautious) because your life was in ‘grave danger.’ Most upsetting, however? That would be the fact that through it all and above everything else, you still wanted him—badly. | It's a masterpiece. That's the best way to describe this overall.

Still Here by @sl-ut >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel is older than y/n, but that’s never been a concern of hers until very recently. | The number of emotions I went through while reading this one was dozy. I needed tissues. So well written.

Swaddling by @babydin >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: Joel was not a morning person. But the morning after he had spent the night with his cock inside you and woke up fucking you? That day he was definitely a morning person. | Dirty with a dash of cuteness.

TRIPLE FRONTIER:

Erase It by @jake-g-lockley >> Santiago Garcia x reader - Summary/Prompt: they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it. | Can Santiago come take care of me during my periods, please? It's so fluffy and sexy. TW: Period Stuff

Husband Duties by @rayslittlekitten >> Will “Ironhead” Miller x Wife F!reader - Summary: Not being able to fall asleep, you wake your husband up to help with your situation. | Currently wishing I was Will's wife. TW: Pregnancy

WILLIAM DAFOE:

*Heroes by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Sgt. Elias Grodin x OFC! Alexis Ryder - Summary: He is king, and she is queen. He smokes, and she is mean. Tomorrow, death may take them, but today, they are heroes. A story about love, war, courage, and the duality of man -- inspired by the David Bowie song, "Heroes". | This is a beautifully well-done story.

Just Because 🌻 (Moodboard) by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Modern!Tommy Shelby

Keep Us Safe (Moodboard) by @running-outof-time >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader | for @zablife story Keep Us Safe.

Peaky Blinders characters with a daughter who gets her first period by @scorpiussage | I read Alfie’s dialogue in his voice; it was so spot on. I can see Arthur getting all pale. Tommy would stand by and listen to help in the future. So good.

Phantom!Alfie x Christine!Reader (Moodboard) by @raincoffeeandfandoms >> Alfie Solomons x Reader | I'm a huge fan of Phantom of the Opera, so this moodboard is just perfect, especially for Alfie. I think.

@notyour-valentine - Val is a fantastic writer at conveying the tone, setting, and emotions. I often feel like I've stepped inside the piece of writing I'm reading or watched it play out on screen instead of reading it. Not only does she write for Peaky Blinders, but she also writes for House of Dragons.

@cillmequick - Alex is a talented writer who writes for Peaky Blinder's fandom with two main stories. The Lockdown Sessions is a Cillian Murphy series, and Betrayal is a Tommy Shelby story feat. Luca Changretta. Alex recently celebrated 6 months of posting her stories. So, give her stories a read and a follow.

@areyenotfondofmelobster - S brings forth emotions when writing for Adrien Characters and Peaky Blinders, to name her current favorites. I've enjoyed three of her pieces, and they have moved me to tears, and I love it when a writer can do that. Her current series White Ribbon features Luca Changretta.

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Author’s note: ABBA is one of my favourite bands and I wanted to write a few fics inspired by my favourite songs from them. So, here’a a masterlist of them. They are all OFC (original female character) or OMC (original male character) fics. They will be either focused on Evans and his characters or Jeremy and his characters.

Knowing Me, Knowing You - Jake Jensen x OFC (Tao/Maya)

Waterloo - Carmine Polito x OFC (Robin)

Take a Chance on Me - Colin Shea x OFC (Poppy)

Lay All Your Love on Me - Aaron Cross x OFC (Jessica/Jess)

Super Trouper - Ari Levinson x OFC (Kyleigh)

The Winner Takes It All - Jem Coughlin x OFC (Aimee)

The Name of the Game - Bryce Langley x OFC (Alondra/Ally)

Voulez-Vous - Orlando the Magician x OFC (Charlotte)

Dancing Queen - Nick Gant x OFC (Tiyah)

Chiquitita - Gary Webb x OFC (Brooklyn)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) - James Mace x OFC (Tegan)

Does Your Mother Know? - Jeremy Renner x OFC (Auora)

Fernando - Tommy Papouli x OFC (Cindy)

Thank You For The Music - Curtis Everett x OFC (Isabelle)

I Have a Dream - Dil x OMC (Tyler)

S.O.S - Lucas Lee x OFC (Lori)

Money, Money, Money - Sergeant Doyle x OMC (Nathan)

One of Us - Chris Evans x OFC (Addison)

Mamma Mia - Cory Lambert x OMC (Aiden)

@jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @yavanna80 @averyrogers83 @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @navybrat817 @pegasusdragontiger @katiew1973 @archerybitch68 @kindaskimpy

#chris evans #jeremy renner #nbarnes #masterlist

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ginny-rose-sixx · 3 years

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What The Fork? Ch 3

A/N: I had to put that gif. 😂 Simply because of the number 3.

Over these last few months, writing has been nigh impossible. Over these last couple of weeks, I have started to slowly feel better. I am not going to give up on writing but sometimes it feels like a losing battle. For now, I will be going through the chapters already published on WattPad and AO3. I plan on doing grammatical changes while I catch myself back up with my own work.

Read, reblog, tell me what you think… pretty please? 🥺

Pairing: Not disclosed to reader yet

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of deaths related to overdose and drunk driving (non-character deaths).

Word count: 1064

Chapter summary: It’s Roz’s first full day in 1981 and Nikki had just asked her if she will be partying with them while she’s in their time.

Masterlist

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Roz wasn’t sure how to answer Nikki. She could hold her liquor and has gotten pretty damned drunk quite a few times. All of those times were with her mom though, and she had no idea how to party like the guys. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted to know how. She sighed as she responded, “Well I’ll join in and drink some and have fun, but nothing other than alcohol for me. I like to have fun without drugs.”

Vince scoffed, “How can you have fun without drugs? I didn’t even think that was possible.”

Roz looked down, trying to blink away the beginnings of tears, as she picked at the edge of her skirt. She sounded sad as she said, “The subject of drugs is a really sensitive issue for me. I had to help raise my baby cousin because her mom overdosed with her in the house and then less than a year later, her dad died in a drunk driving accident.”

Tommy gave Roz a one-armed hug, “That sucks Roz. How old was your cousin when she came to live with you?”

Roz smiled as she thought of her baby cousin, “Hope was just a year and a half old and I was 10. She’s the only thing that I left behind in 2020 that I’ll actually miss.” Roz snickered when she thought of how Hope, after seeing her poster of The Dirt, wanted to have her hair done like Tommy’s pretty and wavy brown hair. Hope had platinum blonde hair that you refused to dye. This meant that when you tried to at least do his hair style, she came out with hair that looked more like Vince’s. Roz looked between Tommy and Vince and burst into uncontrollable, hysterical laughter.

Tommy pouted and Roz followed him out of the apartment.

Nikki raised an eyebrow at her as she clung to Tommy’s shoulder and doubled over cackling. “What on Earth? Are you sure you don’t do drugs?,” Nikki questioned Roz.

Roz was laughing so hard by then that she was practically wheezing. All that could be heard of her answer was “HAHA… Hope’s hair … hehe … Tommy … hahee … was Vince’s!” At this point she fell to the floor with tears pouring down her face.

Mick looked amused and said, “Lady teen is cracked in the head.”

The boys started to talk about the song that they were going to practice first. Once they had decided, Tommy realized that he couldn’t hear Roz laughing anymore. He looked down to see that Roz had curled up on her side and was crying silently. Tommy was worried and crouched down on the floor by her. “Rozzy? Are you ok sweetie?” he asked softly. When Tommy laid his hand on her shoulder, she broke down sobbing loudly and hyperventilating. “Guys, Roz is not ok. What should we do?”

Nikki scrunched his nose and cocked his head to the side as he studied her for a moment. “Here Tommy let me.” He crouched down and picked Roz up bridal style. “Hey Roz, babe, can you hear me?” When she heard Nikki call her babe, she turned her face to look at him but didn’t reply. “Do you want one of us to sit with you? Or do you want to just sit on the couch while we practice?”

Roz looked away and took a deep breath before she said one word, “Couch.”

After Nikki sat her down on the couch, Tommy came up to her. He brushed the tears from her face and whispered, “Rozzy you can talk to us when you want. Let us know if you need anything though.” She looked into his eyes and nodded. Tommy surprised her then by kissing her forehead before sitting behind his drums.

They started practicing and Roz got lost in her racing thoughts. *How the hell am I going to be able to handle not seeing Hope grow up? I need to find out if the time turner is actually going to work again. I need to know if I’ll ever be able to see her again. Also, what is up with Nikki being sweet again? I thought he hated me. I gotta admit though, being in his arms felt amazing. I don’t even know what to think about Tommy kissing my forehead.* As her thoughts quieted, she started to focus on the music. She realized that the boys were playing “Live Wire”. Roz smiled and when the Crüe started playing “On with the Show”, she started singing along softly. By the end of the song she had closed her eyes. She opened them again when she noticed that they had stopped playing. Roz smiled, “It was great hearing you guys play up close.”

Tommy got up and sat next to her. “Soooo Rozzy, I noticed that you were singing.” He said cheekily as he wrapped his arm around her. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yea I am. Thank you for helping guys.” She said as she snuggled into Tommy’s side.

“Did you want to talk about it?” Tommy asked before he kissed the top of her head.

Roz looked between all the guys and noticed Nikki was frowning while looking at her and Tommy. *What is up with Nikki? He almost looks jealous, but he can’t be … right?* Roz shook herself out of her thoughts, “Sorry Tommy, not right now. To be honest, I’m pretty hungry.”

Tommy beamed, “We could go to the diner and get pancakes!”

Roz laughed, “Let me guess, blueberry?”

Tommy looked at her confusedly, “How do you know that those are my favorite?”

Roz winked at him, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Nikki grumbled and interrupted before Tommy could respond, “Come on, let’s go. You two can flirt later.” With that he walked out the door.

Vince and Mick followed Nikki out of the door. Tommy stood and took Roz’s hand to help her up. She looked up at him and asked, “Is it just me, or is Nikki acting weird?”

Tommy thought for a moment before responding, “He has seemed kind of off since you got here last night. Just ignore it. Let’s go get the pancakes! You still have to tell me how you know about the pancakes.”

Roz stuck her tongue out and said, “No I do not Thomas. Future stuff is very wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey.”

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coffeeandcannolis · 5 years

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Without You

Gif credit to the owner! If it’s yours, please message me and I’ll add the tag!

A/N: Next installment of the new series (and posting it a day early for y’all)! If there are any situations you’d like to see in the series, message me!

The Dr. Feelgood tour was, to put it simply, exhausting. Tommy lost track of what time it was and which city they were in a week ago. Everyone was tense, exhausted, and - to put it bluntly - fucking cranky.

To make it even worse? Tommy hadn’t heard my voice in almost a week. I was killing myself shooting a demanding new film and we were working on opposite time zones. By the time Tommy stepped offstage and found a breath amidst the chaos to call me around midnight at best, I was already deep in the following day’s shoot. The rest of the band could see the toll it was taking on Tommy. Nikki dealt with it the most: he knew both of us better than anyone, and it killed him to see distance strain the strongest relationship he knew.

They were deep in the middle of a recording session, posted up in some random European city between shows, when Doc knocked on the door. He poked his head in and started to cross the threshold before he found who he was looking for.

“Sorry to interrupt, guys,” Doc began. “Tommy, you have a phone call.”

Tommy’s brows furrowed. “Can it wait? We’re in the middle of a new -”

“It’s Faith, Tommy.” Doc watched Tommy’s eyes widen in concern. The rest of the band, Nikki in particular, showed a similar sense of unease.

“Is she okay?” Tommy was already on his feet and snagged his jacket from the chair back. “It’s the middle of the night for her.”

Doc frowned. “She didn’t say.”

Tommy was almost out the door before he thought to turn back to his bandmates. They cut in before he could say a word.

“Take care of our girl, man,” Nikki said. Vince and Mick nodded in agreement. “We’ll fill you in later.”

That was all Tommy needed - he jogged through the winding hallways of the recording studio and picked up the phone near Doc’s makeshift office.

“Hello?” Tommy could feel his heart pounding through his shirt. “Babe?”

My voice came out in a shaky warble through the line, crossing oceans and countries to reach him. “Hi.”

“Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Tom.” I sniffled.

Tommy’s panic ebbed at the words, but the tone of my voice still had him on edge. He waited.

“I just, um - I’m sorry, it’s stupid. Doc said you were recording, and I -”

“Hey, hey,” Tommy’s voice was soft. Tender. Something he’d never, ever let the band hear - it was only for me. “That doesn’t matter, Faith. Talk to me.” He heard me let out a quivering exhale through the line.

This wasn’t the Faith he knew - I never let him see this rare, vulnerable side of me. I was always the strong one. The one who insisted we’d make it through every show, every interview, every tour and every film shoot hundreds of miles apart. While Tommy was pining away into a bottle every night, I was the strong one who kept it all together. Tommy was the one with the separation breakdowns, not me. This was new.

“I’m sorry.” My voice was thick with unshed tears. “I just - I just had a really rough day at work today, and all I wanted was for you to hold me and calm me down.” I was crying now. “And we haven’t been able to talk in so long, and I can’t sleep without you, and I just really needed to hear your voice.”

I was crying so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. Tommy felt his own eyes prick with tears. This was the first time he’d heard me cry. Even when we said goodbye for long periods of time, I made sure to get out of his line of sight before I let the tears fall.

He didn’t know what to do, but he could feel his heart breaking when I let a full-blown sob loose. “Hey, baby, just take a - fuck, love just breathe with me, okay? Can you do that for me, please?” Tommy exaggerated his breaths and let loud exhales travel down the line. Ears pricked, he heard me gradually catch my breath and steady myself, though each breath was punctuated with a sharp sniffle.

Tommy felt a weight left when my breath returned to as close to normal as he could hope. “That’s my girl,” he sighed.

I barely caught my breath before I was apologizing again. “Shit, I’m sorry Tommy, I should -”

“Stop fucking apologizing, baby.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, it’s killing me not to be there with you. You should never apologize for something like this. Ever.”

And then, softer. “You never need to apologize for needing me, okay? Because I probably need you even more.” He chuckled to himself. “I cried in Nikki’s hotel room last night because some chick Vince was hitting on was wearing the same perfume as you.”

His stomach flipped in pride when a little giggle came through the other end of the line. “You’re such a dork, Tom.”

“And she’s back, everyone,” Tommy joked. He paused. “I fucking miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Clearly.”

“These hotel beds are too cold without you. I’d cuddle with Mick, but you can hear his snores down the hall. And he’d probably stab me in my sleep.”

I laughed louder. “How are the boys? Is Nik doing okay?”

“He’s good,” Tommy replied. “Misses you, too.”

I hummed in agreement. With the sniffles subsided, a stray yawn pushed its way past my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You should sleep, Faith. It’s what,” Tommy looked up at the wall clock, quickly doing the math in his head, “almost three in the morning there? When’s your call time tomorrow?”

“Seven,” I mumbled. My voice came out small, childlike. “Will you stay on the line with me until I fall asleep?”

Tommy’s heart swelled. “Of course.” He could already hear sleepiness slurring my words.

“I love you, Tommy.” I yawned again.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know.” He could hear my breaths deepen. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

Tommy listened as my breathing slowed and evened out, reaching the pace he knew like the back of his hand. The breathing he felt against his chest every single night when we were home.

“Sweet dreams, baby,” Tommy murmured before finally hanging up.

Tommy suddenly felt a surge of energy, different from the rush he felt onstage. Something shifted within him, and he was more sure of the decision than anything else he’d ever done in his life.

He needed to find a ring.

#mgk!tommylee #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee x ofc #the dirt #the dirt imagine #the dirt x reader #mgk!tommy lee x reader #tommy lee imagine #motley crue imagine

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fictionsaroundtheclock · 7 years

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She’s Out To Please

By Request: (x)

! Smut Warning !

Tommy Lee x Slash x OFC

The short Motley Crue/Guns ‘N’ Roses tour had a day off, which meant the guys were free to get fucked up. Tommy Lee and Slash had teamed up to wreak some havoc upon the city, but in their current state of alcoholic haze, the only havoc they could wreak would be upon their own selves.

They entered a small bar that practically screamed “rock ‘n’ roll” and slowly walked in, looking around for a free table. The place was a fucking mess, since it was past midnight. There were people passed out on the tables, there were women dancing on the tables as if that was a fucking strip club and the scene looked like a movie come to life. The guys finally picked a table and a long-legged waitress walked up to them. Despite their daze, their dicks could still think for themselves and the guys eyed the woman from head to toe.

“What would it be, gentlemen?” The woman asked with a polite smile, which contained a hint of obscenity.

“Two glasses of those legs…I mean…two glasses…of whiskey,” Tommy corrected himself and shook his head in attempt to clear his thoughts. The waitress bashfully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked away with a slight smirk.

“I’ve got some things on my mind,” Slash pointed out.

“Oh, believe me, so do I,” Tommy smirked.

“Yeah, I could tell,” Slash said, implying Tommy’s little mistake from a few seconds back and they both laughed. A minute later the waitress returned with their drinks of choice and they didn’t miss the chance to stare her down again as she walked away.

After a couple more drinks, the destructive team decided they should call it a night, unless they wanted to crawl back to the hotel on all fours. They asked for the bill and the long-legged beauty came to serve them once more.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, gentlemen?” The woman raised her eyebrows.

“Actually, there might be something…” Tommy smirked as he looked to Slash for confirmation.

They hadn’t even opened the door to the apartment when their hands started crawling all over the waitress’ body. Slash even started undressing her before they decided it would be a good idea to actually get inside the hotel room. Slash worked on undressing the woman completely, while Tommy had raised his bottle of beer to the sky as he carelessly closed the door behind himself. The waitress found herself sprawled out on the bed while Slash and Tommy were both struggling with the unzipping of their leather pants. They didn’t even care to take them off, they just let them hang around their knees. Slash positioned himself at her mouth, while Tommy positioned himself behind her. The girl was more than aware that she was there for their amusement and that was totally ok with her, so she figured she might as well get some work done. She took Slash’ semi-hard member in her mouth and she moaned as she felt the drummer’s considerably sized dick entering her.

“That’s a good girl!” Slash remarked at the girl’s eagerness. Tommy smirked and took a sip from his beer, which he held in his left hand, while he was holding on the girl’s hip with the right one. “Pass me that,” Saul reached out for the bottle of beer without taking the smug smile off his face. Tommy snickered at something, even he didn’t know at what. His hands both being free allowed him to grab her hips tighter and he made a few deep, hard thrusts inside her, which earned him a few loud moans from her. “You definitely give her the bone right, T-Bone,” Slash laughed drunkenly as he returned the beer bottle to Tommy. Of course, Tommy being not any less drunk, laughed back at the guitarist.

The three were definitely quite a picture. The waitress was giving her best at sucking Saul off, not giving a damn she was being taken advantage of. And why would she? After all it was fucking Tommy Lee and fucking Slash taking advantage of her. The boys weren’t drunk enough not to get hard, but still drunk enough to have the sloppiest moves during sex.

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livingmybestfictionallife · 4 years

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Live Wire --The Dirt--(8)

Summary: Wren Ledden, Tommy’s best friend from high school, has had a rough life, and she intends to keep the nitty gritty details of her suffrage to herself until the day she dies. Only Tommy has gotten her to open up about a small portion of her troubles, and it’s only Tommy who she trusts with her life. That is until her life gets turned around sneaking into a concert one night...the same night Motley Crue is born.

AN: this chapter I think is shorter than the others by far, so don’t be mad, but another is coming this week!

@prettyyoungandbored, @hot-young-runningfree, @crue-sixx, @oskea93, @dancergirl5527, @thatonemoviefan, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog

To the person who asked to be included on the tag list, for some reason your username is not showing up :( message me and I’ll get that fixed!

Previous Chapters:

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

For months, Wren was able to keep her job at the public library a secret from the band. They were loud and boisterous people—except Mick—and were sure to embarrass the living hell out of her, or even get her fired if they dared set foot into her work, so it remained a secret until her drunken ass spilled the beans.

“You’ll need a shit ton of fliers if you’re going to even try and draw a crowd,” Wren slurred after a long night of drinking with Tommy and Nikki. Nikki had managed to secure the band a spot performing three nights during next week at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go, and was currently panicked about not bringing in revenue. It took nearly a month of schmoozing his boss to even consider letting their band play, and even then it was allowed on the stipulation of bringing money into the night club.

“Maybe a radio ad!” Tommy gasped, his eyes wide with thrill until Nikki threw a half-eaten piece of bread at Tommy’s face.

“Do we look like we can afford a radio ad?” Nikki laughed.

“Do we look like we can afford fliers?” Tommy asked seriously in response.

“I can print them for free at work!” Wren had exclaimed in an excited tone as she jumped up at her own idea, subsequently tossing whiskey from her glass and onto her skin. And that was the end of her secret of employment. She was, however, able to print a few hundred fliers, and then she and the guys took to the strip at all hours of the day and night to post the news of Mötley Crüe’s debut.

The night before their first performance, the band met to solidify their set list and perfect the tiny details that irked either Nikki or Wren’s ears. Their practice ran short when Lovey sprang through the door and demanded to be included in the band’s “process.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Nikki asked as the blonde repositioned the frilly, light blue tank top that hardly covered her braless tits.

“Like her!” she then pointed to Wren. “Come on, which one of you is she fucking to be this close to the action?”

“Watch yourself, lady,” Mick gently warned as Tommy rose from his seat, Nikki tightened his fists, and Wren placed her hands on her hips in defiance.

“Babe,” Vince said in a soft, coaxing voice as he reached tentatively for his girlfriend’s arm.

“No, which one is it? Is she giving it to the old fuck?” Mick held his hands up above his heads, cleansing himself of any involvement in the altercation to come. “Who is it, Wren?” Lovey pressed the girl standing in stark contrast to her. Her done up make up and fanciful clothes looked like something out of a movie compared to the sweaty, tied up hair and bland, tattered, baggy t-shirt that swallowed Wren’s body. Why the hell is she threatened by me? Wren thought as the gap closed between she and Vince’s girlfriend. “Could it be the scrawny drummer? Or maybe it’s the bass playing motherfucker who doesn’t know shit about music.”

“Yeah, and some dumb bitch fawning over a cover band called ‘Rock Candy’ is so much more knowledgeable,” Wren retorted with venom on her tongue and a sting in her bite.

“Wren,” Tommy’s voice acted as a warning, not for her to back off, but for her to quickly make up her mind if Lovey was worth what was to come. When she turned to face the band in an attempt to gauge their opinions on the events unfolding before them, Wren’s eyes met Nikki’s cold stare. His lips were pressed thin and anger overwhelmed his face. Tommy was equally unenthused with the situation, and Mick bestowed a look of concern.

“Listen to them, Wren,” Lovey teased with her pouty lips poked out, “or they may not let you play with their dicks tonight.” The blonde’s big eyes were opened even wider as she anticipated Wren’s response; however, it was Nikki’s voice that cut through the tense silence.

“Vince, get a hold of your mutt,” Nikki shouted more at Lovey than to Vince. A defensive look flashed from his eyes as his gaze met Wren, only to see the frustration that coated her appearance.

“Stay out of it, Nikki! I don’t need your help!” Wren snapped with ice in her veins at the same moment Vince’s girlfriend retaliated.

“Fuck you, Sixx!” she yelled. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want; it doesn’t change the fact that you’re just too blind to see she’s just a stray you three let in for an easy fuck!” Her comment sat uneasily on all of the men’s shoulders, however they were hesitant to speak as they internalized the bitter, cold, and dissevered tone that had hissed at Nikki moments ago.

“The difference between you and I is that I don’t have to flash my money or my tits to get attention from a single one of these guys, and I still have more respect from all of them than you’ll see from any man in your pitiful, entitled fucking life.” Tommy couldn’t help the snorted chuckle that escaped his lungs as Wren finished her statement. Mick had a wide smile spread with his eyes narrowed and he nodded in agreement with Wren’s words. Vince, who had been hesitant to take sides in this argument faded to the background without a word in favor of either woman, and Nikki remained a statue by his bass amp as he continued to mull over the sting of Wren’s personal attack.

Lovey took a step forward and positioned herself so that she stood with less than an inch separating Wren’s chest from her own. Everyone in the room noticed Lovey ease up onto her toes so that her lips could be level with Wren’s ear due to their distinctive height difference. Lovey’s voice was a chilling breeze as she spoke so softly not a single person could make out a word that traveled from her lips except for Wren. As Wren stood flatfooted, back straight, posture erect, she stared forward and refused to bring a single bit of the emotions swirling within her to her face. “There’s nothing wrong with making up for lost time,” she began, “but will any of them really replace the taste of Clay?” Wren swallowed hard as she tried to suppress the lump that manifested so quickly in her throat. Her body became immobile as her veins turned into frozen rivers and her skin burned as hot as the surface of the sun. From across the room, Tommy immediately noticed all color wash from Wren’s face. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest so rapidly she thought her heartbeat alone could set the pace for the band’s next song. Wren could hear her name being called out, and she could see Tommy, Mick, and Nikki’s lips moving, but the voices were so distant, so severed from the bodies they came from, she ignored them altogether.

“How the fuck do you know about that?” she asked lowly only for the blonde to huff, flip her hair over her shoulder, and turn away. “How the fuck do you know that?!” Wren’s voice echoed even louder as she lunged after the much shorter woman and spun her around with a single, firm grip of her shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter how I know,” Lovey flippantly said with an aura of innocence surrounding her, “it just matters that I do.” In a blinding rage, Wren threw Lovey to the ground, only to be surprised that the other woman had grabbed a fistful of Wren’s hair and pulled her down as well. Lovey tried to pull Wren’s hair, but found herself curling up into a fetal position as Wren directed kick after kick and punch after punch to the girl’s ribs. Seeing this as an opportunity, Wren crawled on top of Lovey, used her knees to pin the girl’s limbs to her sides, and then landed two punches to the face before she felt Tommy’s arms slip around her.

“Get the fuck off me, Tommy!” Wren shouted before she slipped away from his grasp, shoved him away from her, and made another lunge at Lovey, who had taken her moment of freedom to stand and make a bolt for the door.

“Nik!” Tommy yelled out as Wren crossed his path. He and Mick had both set aside their instruments at the beginning of the girls’ argument, in case something like this were to happen. To Lovey’s fortune, Nikki was able to intercept Wren by snaking an arm around her hips, spinning her around, and flipping her over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Nikki!” she shouted. “Damn it, Sixx! Put me the fuck down!”

Ignoring Wren’s protests, Nikki called out first to Vince, then to the others, “Take her home, we’ll finish practicing tomorrow.” As he walked toward the back most room of the apartment—his room—he tried to ignore Wren’s angry fists pounding into his back, he tried to hold her still as best he could without getting himself kicked in the face, and he hoped she would calm down enough to talk to him instead of scream like she had done since the second Tommy tried to pull her away from Lovey.

Once inside his room, Nikki slammed the door shut and flipped Wren onto his bed so that her back landed against the mattress, forcing her body to bounce up like a ragdoll. He flicked the light on and stared at her with passionate anger manifesting in a steaming ball in his stomach. “What the fuck was that about?” he asked sharply as he stood over her. Wren still laid with her back against the mattress and her elbows propped up to support her, her eyes casting up in an angry scowl at Nikki.

“None of your business,” she retorted.

“Bullshit! I was just trying to help you out there!” Nikki stated as he took another step closer to where she lay.

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles for me,” she hissed, “let alone you!”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Nikki’s eyes continued to peer down at Wren as she laid all too comfortably on his bed with a defensive arrogance that both pissed him off and intrigued him.

“You don’t fucking know me, Sixx,” she hissed. “You don’t get the right to try and defend me when you have no idea what the fuck is going on.”

“You don’t let anyone get to know you!” Nikki snapped. He’d been hanging around Wren for long enough to know that she knew more of anyone else’s secrets than anyone knew of hers, and tonight just proved it. “You’re best fucking friend is out there and he doesn’t even know what the fuck is going on!”

“It’s no one else’s damn business!” Wren’s voice was sharp as she pulled herself to her knees and stared at Nikki with her eyebrows narrowed and her jaw taught.

“It is when you make it our business,” he retorted with his eyes narrowed in on her. Wren stood from her position on the bed and placed herself directly in front of Nikki.

“I didn’t make it everyone’s business! That bitch started all of this shit—” Before Wren could reach the end of her defense, Nikki’s voice interrupted her and turned her own words into a noose around her throat.

“Who is Clay?” Silence followed his question as both of their chests heaved in anger and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Each set of orbs, either hazel or grey reflected the same angsty, impatient, and frustrated glare as if the two souls were connected in their own misery. Nikki quickly noticed the subtle changes in Wren’s posture. Her shoulders tightened, her jaw clenched, her entire body turned into a stiff, unflexing wax replica of Wren, and all sense of emotion—hope, anger, hatred, fear—abandoned her otherwise pleasant face. After an overly long moment of anxiously staring down at the woman, Nikki folded his arms over his chest and widened his stance. Wren tugged at her lower lip with her teeth and Nikki saw for the first time, a—100% without a shadow of a doubt—true sign of vulnerability in Wren Ledden. However, in that single action—her holding her lip between her teeth in anxious terror—she stepped forward, jammed her index finger into Nikki’s chest, and with a quivering voice that was caught in her throat spoke.

“Don’t you ever say that fucking name around me ever again.” Without needing to be prompted, Nikki nodded, gently pulled Wren’s arms past his sides until she wrapped them around his torso, and softly placed his hands against her. One rested in the middle of her back and the other lay gingerly against the back of her head. He tried his best to ignore the warm pools of tears that gathered against his shirt and soaked into his skin, and he tried not to imagine the infinite sadness that her face could impose—her lips pulled tight in strain with the indention of her teeth lining her lower lip, he cheeks beet red and streaked with agonizing tears, her eyes puffy and hopeless—but he failed in this endeavor.

Nikki noticed the door to his room creep open ever so slightly to reveal Tommy’s curious expression begging to know if his friend was okay. He didn’t expect to see Wren wrapped up in Nikki’s arms. He didn’t expect to hear her soft sobs—a sound not even his ears had experienced before—but more than anything else, he didn’t expect to see a lonely, solitaire tear slide down Nikki’s face.

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