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more-cardigan-than-woman · 1 year

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Dick Grayson x fem!!reader

Where the reader sees her ex and Dick is with her and she doesn’t like it. He is just annoying her that she doesn’t have a boyfriend and that she is a loser or whatever you want. So Dick sees this and doesn’t like it and pretends that he’s her boyfriend but the ex doesn’t believe them and then you can go on from that

Thanks

Hi, I'm going to quickly do this on my phone, while I'm taking a break from work. So I apologise for any errors.

The mall problem.

Warnings" swearing.

"Hey, I'm just going to duck in here and grab something," Dick says, turning you around and heading back down from the direction you just came from.

It's not that you hate Christmas shopping, but with Dicks 6+ siblings to buy for you feel like you've been stuck at the mall all day.

"Cool, I'm just going to head down to hot topic and grab something for Cass. Meet me there."

You're looking through the various tops, trying to find one in her size when someone catches your eye. Fuck. She must've heard you think it, her eyes immediately meeting yours.

"Hey!" Clementine calls, waving to you over the racks of clothes, "long time no see," she smiles, a familiar vicious look in her eyes she approaches you, "What are you up to?"

"Not a lot," you shrug, trying to back away but find nowhere to hide.

"I heard you dropped out of med school. Was it to expensive?"

"No, nothing like that," gods why are you so nervous. Why does she have this effect on you, like your heart is going to jump out of your chest.

"Going back into your emo phase?" She laughs, a shrill and penetrative sound, "how fun for you!"

"No i-"

"And still alone I see. What a bummer, I did tell you, you always looked better in pink," her eyes dancing over the large black and blue hoodie your wearing, "maybe you should try something more flattering," she picks up the hot pink mini dress to her left, holding it up to your body, "like this,"

"I'm- I'm good, thanks. Actually I was-"

"There you are," Dick smiles, his arm landing around your shoulder, "been looking for you everywhere." He lifts your chin, placing a small kiss on your lips, "Did you find anything?"

"Excuse me!" Clem says, making an annoyed face at Dick.

"You're excused," he smiles at her, but it's all teeth. "This what you picked out for Cass?" He asks you, his voice suddenly soft again.

"Who do you think you are?" Clem complains, sounding every bit the petulant child.

"No one you'd care to know,"

"This! A man? Really? I thought you were better than this," Clem stomps.

"I-"

"You ready to go, babe?" Dick reassures you, pointing at the different art styles on the shirts in front of you.

"She is not! We are in the middle of a conversation!"

"And now you're done. So, bye." He holds you tighter, grabbing the shirt from infront of you and guiding you towards the counter, "don't look back, just keep your eyes one me," he whispers to you, "she'll go,"

"Thanks," you smile up at him gratefully, "you're a lifesaver."

"Anything for you. Plus!" He says excitedly, "now you owe me a favor,"

"And this favor?"

"You get to come to family Christmas."

"No,"

"Oh, yes. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You're going to be my date,"

"Am I now?" You ask, leaving to store and nothing that Clem is staring at you with steam coming from her ears, "I got condition's."

"Lay it on me,"

"Kiss me again,"

"Deal." His arms wrap around your face, pulling his lips down to yours as he licks up your face.

"Not like that, you jerk!"

He laughs, his smile pressing into your giggle as your lips meet, and he lifts you to your tiptoes, twilring you around. The shopping bags fanning out around you and your leg popping out as he spins you.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #little dick fic #Dick Grayson Request #x reader

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thirtecnth · 3 months

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(Zoë Kravitz) THE BOHEMIAN. Please welcome CLEMENTINE HANLON (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 33-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as the OWNER of BEST CUTS HAIR SALON. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

( *tw - Parental Death, Car Accident Mention )

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Clementine Adelaide Hanlon NICKNAMES: Clem, C, Clemmie (Uncle) AGE: 33 years old DATE OF BIRTH: October 20th SEXUALITY: Pansexual STATUS: None

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5′ 2″ HAIR: Brown EYE COLOR: Brown

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Huntsville, West Virginia INCOME STATUS: Middle Class FATHER: James Hanlon (deceased) MOTHER: Janice Hanlon (deceased) UNCLE: Lee Patterson (deceased) SIBLINGS: N/A SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A HOBBIES: Yoga, Dance, Gymnastics, Sketching, Photography

TRAITS

[+] Independent, Leader, Layback [-] Secretive, Suspicious, Protective

STORY POINTS

Born and raised in Huntsville, Clem had a relatively great childhood until her parents were killed in a car accident on the way home from their anniversary getaway... She had only been six.

Uprooted from her life, she was taken in immediately by her Uncle Lee who owned Best Cuts in town.

After that point, she became a stubborn girl and liked to start fights with boys who picked on girls even if they were twice her size. No one scared her and no one wanted to mess with her either.

Her Uncle channeled that energy into dance and gymnastics which actually helped her a lot. Music helped her express her troubles and pain-- it gave her a healthy outlet to get better with time.

She spent most days after school hanging out in the salon and dusting up the floors for extra money. Because of all that time spent there, she actually grew a great fondness for the place and decided not to pursue college but beauty school instead.

Big on travel, Clem had competed in multiple dance/gymnastic competitions in her time away from town and the salon, but all that ceased when the storm hit.

Being stuck in town made her feel cramped but her Uncle guided her as best as he could. For years, this was great... But when the earthquake happened, he saved her but died as a result-- leaving her Best Cuts in his will.

She's obviously very new to ownership but she's tried her best to make changes that reflect the needs of her staff and her own personal style… Even so, there’s always been a table with her Uncle’s picture in the lobby.

She’s known now for not taking shit from anyone around there and will always back her employees 100%. They’re her family now and she’ll take care of them as best as she knows how.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

1. Coworkers / Clients

2. Best friend / Friends

3. Highschool Exs

4. Cousins from outside town

5. Hookups/FWBs/Etc.

…More to come, I’m sure!

#clementine hanlon. / intro #huntsvilleintro

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clemkaplan · 3 years

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[ CLEMENTINE KAPLAN. 32. CIS FEMALE. SHE/HER ] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ TWO MONTHS ] and are originally from [ BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS ]. They are an [ EVENT PLANNER ] and in their downtime love [ GARDENING ] and [ HORSE BACK RIDING ]. They look a lot like [ LUCY BOYNTON ] and live [ ON SILVERWOOD TERRACE ]. (ooc: nel, 20, she/her, pst )

hlo besties, i’m nel and this is clementine !! she’s inspired by marie antoinette and is a new muse, but i’m super stoked to be playing her !! this all got a bit long, so love you if you read it all <33

here’s her pinterest board xx

ABOUT.

tw: drugs, overdose, death

the youngest of four children, clementine kaplan was used to being spoiled. she loved her mom. she loved her dad. she loved her brothers. she loved her sister. it was the perfect life.

she was a jester, wanting to make her family laugh, whether that was creating dances or one woman plays, she wanted to entertain. they’d indulge her, congratulating her and encouraging her.

her heart was full. full of love and toys and dresses and bows and friends. she got everything she asked for. one glance of her big, blue eyes and the world fell into her hands. it was all she knew, not knowing how lucky she was. her older siblings protected her and guarded her, keeping her safe from the pains of the world, while she skipped through fields and picked the neighbors’ flowers.

she did well in school, but she was always distracted by her friends. if they wanted to go to the park, she’d drop everything to go with them. and when they were in high school and the park turned into a party, she’d be the first to say yes. she danced the most and laughed the loudest and smiled the widest, capturing the attention of everyone around her. it was bestowed upon her like a crown created only for her head. she was indulgent. she was wasteful. but she didn’t even realize it was wrong. she left a trail of hearts in her wake, from friends and lovers alike, growing bored after she filled her stomach. it wasn’t meant to be hurtful, but she only wanted to be so full of joy that it was leaking out of her ears.

she was accepted into boston university for hospitality administration. it was the best news. she could stay home and live with her family forever. her jubilation was tampered as her sister sophie started dating alex. he was trying to take her precious sister away as she spent more time with him than with clementine.

at the last second, she decided to stay in a dorm at college and that spurred her long nights of drinking and doing drugs. she was gluttonous, ravenous, and completely blind to the fact that she had a problem. she’d come home high. she’d go to class high. by some kind of miracle, she managed to graduate with her b.a. and moved back home, where her parents accepted her with open arms. she was their baby after all.

it all came to a head when sophie announced her engagement. that was it. that was the end. she had found a new family. she went to the club with her boyfriend at the time, and the next morning, she woke up in a hospital bed. she had overdosed. she cried for hours after her parents told her, sending them out of the room. she was embarrassed to have been brought so low.

clem went to rehab and was there for a month. her parents gave her a job working at their event management firm. it was low responsibility, but her first true responsibility nonetheless. she went n.a. meetings and started gardening. she went back to riding horses, her sport of choice from elementary to high school. she was doing well. she was stronger than before. she still went out with her friends and she still danced, but the only high she got anymore was from all eyes being on her.

the world came crashing down when sophie died. sophie. her sister. her best friend. one day she was there and the next day she wasn’t. close to relapsing, one of her brothers found her before she could. she went about her daily life as a ghost. it was like a raincloud followed her wherever she went. clem threw herself into work as a distraction and moved up the ranks of their business. she cherished every time she got to talk to someone. she reached out to everyone she met and tried to be kind, but she was always dragged down by her own problems.

it’s been hard for her. it still is hard for her, but she worked so hard, her parents have put her in charge of their expansion to l.a. she packed up her bags and moved, excited at the prospect of a fresh start.

PERSONALITY.

being the baby of the family, she was sheltered growing up, getting what she wanted when she wanted. she knows she’s privileged, but so used to this, she can be a bit insensitive sometimes because she doesn’t always grasp the extent. she is selfish and likes to take, but she is kind and inclusive. she is confident and outgoing and blunt, but she is scared of outright calling someone out. though, things don’t always come out the way she means them. she enjoys having fun and meeting new people, but she can be a bit of a flake because she wants to constantly be entertained, and can’t properly communicate about wanting a relationship to end. she’s a hard worker, but she also loves not having to work.

HEADCANONS.

her love language is acts of service.

since she just moved out here, she doesn’t have a pet, but she always had dogs growing up. her parents would end up taking care of them, but she always called them hers.

she is incredibly lucky. will find twenty dollar bills on the ground. has a collage with all the four leaf clovers she’s found hanging up on her wall. she can still drink without wanting to relapse.

every morning, she goes for a walk on the beach. she likes to start her day off with fresh air and the feeling of sand beneath her toes.

every sunday night, she takes a bubble bath and does a face mask. she finds it relaxing and thinks it’s the perfect way to start her week off right.

she actually hates clementines. she only likes berries.

does NOT talk about her past drug problem.

she was closet with sophie. she’d understood clem in a way no one else did because she understood her heart, and seemed to always knew what she was thinking. she’s trying to be her happy self again, but it’s hard without sophie, made even harder knowing that alex is out there alive and well. it’s not fair, and she and the rest of the kaplans still blame him. she’s hell-bent on never forgiving him and never letting it go, the one grudge she has and one she’ll nurse until she’s six feet underground like her sister.

WANTED CONENCTIONS.

she hasn’t been here long, so she probably won’t have a ton of established connections.

enemies: someone who is jealous of her because she lives in her own little bubble, and it rubs them the wrong way that she so easily gets what she wants.

friends: coffee buddies or bar buddies or walk buddies, etc

neighbors: maybe she’s tried to recruit them to help with her garden.

someone who has known her from her past. friends from boston. enemies from boston. exes from boston. someone who knew her in college and saw how wild she got. people who knew her sister.

crushes!

a plot based on this!!!

i’m so down for not plotting nd just seeing how the thread goes <33 bt also if any of y’all have a dream plot you really want nd think she could fit, i’ll be so down for it. or if you wanna plot bt don’t have ideas, i love quotes nd applying them to rp situations, so hmu if that’s what you want !!

#slintro #about.#drugs tw #overdose tw #death tw

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Five

A/N :)

Saturday, September 7th, 2019

Florence, of course, called Callum right away to tell him the news. Her call, as usual, was sent to voicemail. For once, it didn't ruin her mood. She talked excitedly into the phone, spilling how she met this gorgeous boy and how he made her feel all these ways she never knew she could feel before. The rest of the day was spent getting her apartment back together, leaving Clementine playing on the living room rug while she worked. Laundry was started, dishes were washed, and a good vacuuming was done to the hardwood floors.

As much as she was loving life that day, her mood depleted quickly with the lack of text from Grayson. Two days had passed and she had still not received a text back. She tried not to overthink it, yet it still took a toll on her. She was in a sensitive state of mind once Matt left and she couldn't help but think she did something wrong.

It was Saturday around noon when Florence went over to the frat house for a spur of the moment visit. Daniel answered the door, barely getting a word out before she threw her arms around his neck.

“Hi.” Daniel laughed.

Florence let herself into the house, pushing the stroller with the sleeping baby in it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not being able to hide his smile over her cheery mood.

“The apartment was too quiet and I missed you.” Florence shrugged, letting herself grab a pop from the fridge.

“I missed you too.” Daniel smiled.

“How's school?” Florence leaned against the counter.

“It’s good. My producing professor is tough but I’m sure that’s a good sign.” Daniel shrugged. “What have you been up to?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Florence said dramatically. “I met the most amazing guy.”

Daniel’s smile faltered but she didn’t notice.

“His name is Grayson and he’s our age too and he’s so gorgeous like chiseled from the earth gorgeous and he’s so sweet and funny and-and-“ Florence gushed, hiding her pink cheeks behind her can.

“Where did you meet him?” Daniel asked softly.

“At Mommy group! He’s Cameron’s younger brother. And he’s a twin too! An identical twin but to me they don’t look identical but Ethan is really witty and lovely and I still can’t understand how they’re so...so...” Florence held her hands out in front of her. “So.”

“Sounds nice.” Daniel nodded.

“Are you okay?” Florence raised an eyebrow. “You’re distant.”

“Sorry, I was writing upstairs so my mind is still there I guess.” Daniel cleared his throat.

“Oh, sorry!” Florence said quickly. “Go back to it! I’ll just hang out down here if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Daniel said. He started for the stairs but Florence ran over and hugged him before he got too far.

“Love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

Florence made herself comfortable at the dining room table, pulling Clementine next to her in her stroller. She opened the small jar of baby food she brought with her and started to feed the baby. Only moments later, Jack came down the stairs with his guitar in his hands.

“Hey.” He smiled, coming over to greet the two.

“Hey, you.” Florence beamed.

“You’re in a good mood.” Jack stated.

“I am! Life is looking up!” Florence threw her arms out. Clementine laughed.

“Do the ladies want some music with their lunch?” Jack sat down next to them, his guitar on his lap.

“I’m sure we won’t mind, would we, Clem?” Florence said. Clementine watched Jack intently as he started playing, lazily opening her mouth to be fed spoonfuls. As long as Florence knew him, Jack always had an amazing singing voice. It was clear her daughter thought the same.

At that moment, her phone rang. Florence picked it up without looking at the screen, tucking it between her shoulder and ear as she wiped the baby's face with the edge of the spoon. Jack quieted his playing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Grayson."

Florence's heart leapt like a middle schooler with a crush.

"Oh, hey." She cleared her throat nervously. "What's up?"

"I'm sorry for not texting you the past couple days, work has been a major pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I figured you were busy."

Grayson continued, "What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing really. Why?"

"I'm downstairs. I want to take you out."

Florence almost dropped her phone. No one had ever asked her out before.

"I would love that but I'm not at home right now."

"Oh. You must be busy then."

"Um, one sec." Florence muted her phone, turning to Jack. “How much do you love me?”

“A decent amount, why?” Jack said slowly, still quietly plucking away at his guitar. Living in a house of boys, he knew better than to accept something before knowing what it was.

"Can you watch Clem if I go out? I just got asked on a date by this amazing guy and I'm kind of freaking out!"

"Yes! Of course, I can!" Jack beamed. “I wouldn’t say no to quality time with my favourite little orange.” He leaned over to squish Clementine’s cheek and she giggled.

"Thank you." Florence whispered before putting her phone back to her ear. "Yeah, no, I'm not busy. I'll head home now."

"I can pick you up if you would like?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, text me the address."

"Okay." Florence couldn't wipe her smile off her face as they said their goodbyes. Jack was leaning on the table, smirking at her.

"What?" Florence mumbled, noting him staring as she texted Grayson.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Jack asked.

"Just someone I met the other day." Florence shrugged, sliding her phone in her back pocket as she stood up from the table.

"Good." Jack smiled, "Someone who can treat you how you deserve to be treated. Oops did I say that out loud?”

Florence smiled nervously, moving slowly and nervously, finishing her drink and applying light lipstick in the powder room. Florence's heart was hammering in her chest; she didn't know why she was reacting this way. It never happened this much with Matt. Thinking of him made her whole demeanor change, her shoulders slumping and bright eyes falling. She tried to focus on Jack’s music but her mind was cloudy. The wait for Grayson's text was almost tortuous, the nineteen-year-old's broken heart still beating strongly. When her phone buzzed in her hand, she took a deep breath, adjusting her purse on her arm as she called goodbye to Jack, and started for the front door.

The light blue Porsche was parked on the street out front. Grayson was stood leaning against it, his dark hair pushed back messily, and black sunglasses on his nose. He wore a black button up, the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone, and dark grey cuffed jeans. Florence physically stopped at the sight of him for a quick second. When he saw her, he smiled and walked over to open the door for her.

"Thanks." Florence mumbled through a smile. The two got in the front seat again. Florence blushed at the memory of what happened the last time they were there.

"Did you have a good day yesterday?" Grayson asked her as he pulled away from the curb.

"It was alright. Just got some cleaning done." Florence answered. "How was work?"

"So long. I work at CTV studios and they kept me there for hours yesterday. I didn't get home until late."

"You work at CTV?" Florence gaped. "That's the biggest Canadian television and film company."

"Yeah." Grayson chuckled. "My brother and I were going to move to LA but they noted our social media presence out of high school and offered us an internship and then now a full time job."

"That's incredible." Florence shook her head, as Grayson turned onto the main road. "What do you do there?"

"We're on our first producing gig currently but usually we're filming or helping out with editing."

"Ah, so no talk show starring for you?"

"Not yet." Grayson laughed.

Florence looked out the window, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He smiled. "So, we talked about my job. What do you do?"

"I'm raising an eight-month-old." Florence sighed, her gaze flicking over to him. He was still staring straight out the windshield but she noted his eyebrows furrowing momentarily. Florence continued, "I couldn't start university here because a) I was pregnant and b) I had no money to my name. Still don’t, really."

"But you manage to live downtown still?"

"My family has a lot of money so my brother sends me enough for my apartment rent. Our old neighbours really help me with other things I need. I don’t have time to get a job or even take classes because I have to look after Clementine all the time."

"That must be hard."

"It is; but I think it'll be worth it one day."

"I don't doubt it for a second. You're putting your life on hold to raise your daughter. That's really admirable and no where near easy."

His overly kind words startled Florence into silence. She just stared at him. When she didn’t answer, he briefly looked over at her then back to the road.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn’t, it's just no one has said that to me before. Callum always kind of makes me feel badly for what I do. He has this grudge against Matt – my ex – and I guess he just blames him for screwing over my future."

"Well I don't blame him for having that grudge. And obviously your brother's opinion matters a lot to you, so I get why you feel stuck in the middle. But your priority is your daughter and that's what you are focussing your life around which is the right thing to do."

"Do you take classes on sweet talk?" Florence smirked. Grayson looked over at her and smiled a goofy grin, making his whole face absolutely light up. Florence couldn't help but notice his perfected jaw line and how his light brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun.

"Nah but I pride myself on my honesty."

Florence bit back a smile, turning to look out the window. It was a sunny day with bright blue skies and sparkling sunlight hitting the lake water. It was only a few quick minutes later when Grayson turned onto a side street and into a parking lot. A graffitied wooden fence framed the cracked concrete lot.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Where are we?" Florence frowned with curiosity.

"We're going bowling."

Florence could feel herself pale.

"You look like I just told you I'm a serial killer. Have you not been before?"

"No. I've never been bowling. I don't even know how to play."

"What?!" Grayson gaped. "Well good thing I brought you then. Come on."

Grayson opened his door and climbed out. Florence took a second to take a deep breath before following him. The walk around to the entrance was nerve-wracking to Florence. Although, now living alone, she was used to saving money and going through life like the average city dweller; she was still affected by the way she was raised, and the dimly lit bowling ally made her almost cringe.

Grayson stopped at the front desk, passing over his credit card in exchange for two pairs of shoes.

“I’m putting so much trust in you right now.” Florence shook her head as they got to their designated lane.

“It’s just bowling.” Grayson laughed as he sat down to change his shoes. Florence did the same.

“It was a game for the lower class in my family.” Florence admitted, sliding off her own shoes.

“Oof, ‘the lower class’.” Grayson laughed. “Your parents doctors or something? Lawyers?”

“Actors. Hollywood actors.”

“Really?” Grayson gaped.

“Surprised you haven’t heard about the scandal. DiCaprio daughter flees parents’ luxury to live alone.”

“Sounds like quite the heathen, that one.” Grayson smirked.

“Kinda a bitch, to be honest.” Florence joked.

“Well at least she’s got those stunning good looks going for her.” Grayson got up and stood in front of her, holding out his hand to help her up. Florence stood up with him and he guided her to the beginning of the lane, a ten pound ball in his hand.

“Take this.” He instructed. “Fingers in these holes here.”

He wrapped his arms around her, large hands on her wrists, guiding her arm back.

“Toss it forward, try to go straight down.”

He took a step back and Florence gave the ball a toss. It spun right into the gutter. She put her hands on her hips and turned to him, her lips pursed.

“I think I did it wrong.”

Grayson laughed, “It’s not easy.”

He took a ball for himself and aimed and shot. His back muscles flexed as he moved and Florence couldn’t help but stare. Grayson’s flawless shot knocked down all the pins.

“No one likes a show off.” Florence tisked.

“No one likes a sore loser.” Grayson teased.

It was like that for the rest of the game: Florence’s failed attempts and Grayson’s expertise of the classic game shining through. She was exhausted by the end, Grayson guiding her to his car with a hand on her lower back. He opened the door for her and helped her in. Florence thought about her mother and how proud she would have been if she had seen that simple action.

“How do you feel about steak?” Grayson asked as he closed the door behind him and started the ignition.

“I think it’s delicious but half a mortgage.” Florence said.

Grayson only smiled, turning onto the sunset dyed streets. One arm was resting on the window ledge, the other at the top of the steering wheel. Soft 80s classics were playing through the speaker and when he rolled down the windows to let the summer air in, he also turned up the volume.

Grayson sang loudly, making Florence laugh and join in. Each red light they stopped at earned them glances from pedestrians but they sang on like no one was listening. The warm summer air blew Florence’s blonde hair back in waves, her smile plastered to her face like she was sculpted that way.

The restaurant they pulled up to was coated in dark glass and black panelling in the midst of downtown. Fairy lights were strung along the patio, lighting the exterior in a golden shade. They both got out of the car and made the short walk to the restaurant from the parking lot. Grayson led Florence inside by a hand on her back. Dark laminate flooring and black painted walls stared back from the interior with white accents and red detailing. People sipped red wine in fancy dress and Florence felt out of place in her jeans and t-shirt.

“Do you take all your dates here?” Florence asked Grayson as they started to follow the hostess to their table.

“Nah. Been waiting just for that special one.”

His smooth words never failed to bring a blush to her cheeks. As they sat at their table and they were given their menus, Florence took her phone from her pocket. The only notifications were a picture of Clementine and Jack playing guitar send by Aidan and a text from Daniel.

Jack said you’re on a date. I hope he acts like a gentleman.

Florence smiled, sliding her phone back in her purse without responding. Daniel’s hopes were definitely answered as Grayson was the most polite and respectful man Florence had ever met. The perfect combination of sweet, witty, and flirty, Grayson could leave her smiling for hours. And he did. Dinner lasted longer than usual, their meals filled with childhood stories and facts about themselves. Florence learned that Grayson grew up in a small town and got into so much trouble with Ethan as a child; breaking bones and giving their poor mother grey hair at an early age. Florence told him her story, growing up in a strict family in the upper class area of LA and how punishment was intense. She even explained her confusing relationship with Matt, Grayson listening intently through the all of the details.

They walked back to the car hand in hand, pink dusting Florence’s cheeks both from the simple action and from the glass of champagne she had with dinner. The warm summer air was cooling down under the moonlit sky, the bustling sounds of the city filling the infinite space around them. Finally at the car, Florence reached for the door but Grayson took her outstretched hand in his other, guiding her to face him. He didn’t speak, instead, cupped her face with one of his large hands and pressed his lips to hers. Florence could have melted on the spot. Her back fell gently against the cool metal of the car, contrasting Grayson’s warm body beautifully. She let her hands rest against his chest, the firm muscle under her touch almost making her knees buckle. It was nothing she had ever experienced before and it was electrifying. Grayson wrapped his other hand around to her back, pulling her body close against his. The way his tongue felt over her lips made the nineteen year old, open up for him hungrily. As her nails started to grasp the front of his button up, he pulled back, leaving still minimal space between them.

“Come home with me?” Florence breathed, embarrassing herself by saying that.

“I’ll take you back to your daughter.” Grayson smiled. “I’m not the type to stay over on the first date.”

“Oh, me neither. I just-I didn’t-“

“I was teasing.” Grayson chuckled, dipping down to kiss her again. “But I do stick with that rule.”

Zach was the only one awake when Florence was dropped off at the boys’ house. Being left with a chaste kiss, Florence was in pure bliss as she came twirling into the foyer. Zach was in his pyjamas at the fridge in the darkened kitchen, watching her with amusement over his young features. Florence came to an immediate stop when she spotted him, hands catching herself on the granite island.

“Someone’s happy.” Zach chuckled.

“I had the best night!” Florence sighed, making sure to stay quiet for the other boys who she guessed were asleep since it was almost midnight. “Is Daniel upstairs?”

“Yeah I think he’s still up.” Zach said. “You staying over?”

“Probably. If Clementine’s already down.”

“She is. We sang her a few songs.” Zach admitted.

“What would I do without you guys?”

“Be sad, for one thing.” Zach shrugged, popping a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

With quick ‘good night’s, Florence headed to Daniel’s room and Zach started for the loft. Sure enough, Daniel was fast asleep, gentle breaths being the only sound filling the room. Since the last time Florence was there, she noticed the addition of the small bassinet by the far wall and she walked over to find her daughter asleep on her back. Her lips were parted slightly and little snores matched her moving chest. The onesie she wore was white with a print of a Clementine fruit on it; part of the set that the boys got Florence for her baby shower.

Florence left a kiss to her baby’s head before helping herself to Daniel’s drawers. She got herself changed into a light pink sweatshirt and stayed in her underwear, leaving her discarded clothes and bra on the wooden floors. Daniel shifted as she climbed under the covers next to him, a place she always felt so comfortable. As Florence got herself situated, Daniel woke from his light sleep. He shuffled up behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle, pulling her into him.

“You’re back.” he said, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“I am.” Florence smiled, her voice quiet through the dark room. She set her hand over his, the position all too familiar to when she was pregnant and staying at the Clifford’s. Daniel was stay over often to keep her company, being one of the few things that helped her fall asleep during those later months.

“It was good?” Daniel asked tiredly.

“So good.” Florence sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her. She fell asleep before he could say anything else.

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey imagine #why dont we #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #why dont we fanfic #why dont we imagines #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #writing #novel #anything but mine #wdw

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nellfawley · 4 years

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Nell Fawley Intro

☆ NELL FAWLEY —

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 6 June, 1959 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Pureblood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cisfemale ★ FACECLAIM / Willa Fitzgerald

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cornwall County Day School for Girls ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Pre-Auror ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Ravenclaw, 3rd Year ★ ROOMING ARRANGEMENT / Low Street House no. 6

EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES

★ Duelling Club ★ Oracle Newspaper

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ Nell’s father had been out of the picture ever since Daisy Selwyn fell pregnant in 1958. When Nell was about a year old, Daisy met and fell in love with a fellow Auror and her supervisor at the time, Nolan Fawley. He was fifteen years older than her and when it came out that they were going to be married, one of them had to step down from their position. Daisy quit for their family and they soon became the Fawleys. Though Nolan had been around all of Nell’s life, the two had never connected. They often didn’t see eye to eye, which left her mother in the middle of heated arguments while dinner on the table ran cold. Nell hates fighting and often has to go on a walk around the block to cool down afterwards. Now that her mother is pregnant again, Nell can only hope Nolan puts in actual effort with his next daughter. His real daughter, he probably felt.

★ Having such a relationship with her step-father has given Nell a nasty case of “always having to prove myself”. Sometimes, yes, having that you-can-do-it attitude often worked out in favor for Nell. When she put her mind to something, she’d use all her might to accomplish it. Sometimes using her all led to her neglecting other pieces of her life, though. As they began to drift in primary and when Marlene was expelled, all Nell could think is that her childhood friends, Marlene and Clementine, were distractions from the bigger picture. Their antics were holding Nell back. Nell felt it was time to move on. Friends eventually all did anyway, didn’t they? Now years down the line, Nell is working to become an Auror, while she struggles internally with her priorities and what they should be. If she made the right decision all those years ago, why was it constantly on her mind now and how much has she missed out on?

★ Though her schedule is usually a tight one, she finds time to fit things in for herself to enjoy. It won’t be parties she’s attending during her ‘free time’, but maybe playing poker underground with a bunch of strangers. Nell isn’t one for risk and values her earned money quite a lot, but because she feels she’s good enough at cards, she plays and often wins. She takes her winnings and stores them in her family’s vault or even invests them. Something Nolan did teach Nell was the value of their money. When she saw an investment opportunity in the iFlown, she took it. Sales are looking up and it seems she made a good decision. When she’s not trying to make more money, you can find her exercising out on the grounds or doing card tricks in the Ravenclaw common room.

TRAITS

✓ empathetic; adaptable; genuine ✗ judgmental; non-confrontational; workaholic

ALRIGHT SO YEAH!!!

is Gilbert’s cousin!! if there’s connection’s there

Marlene & Clem’s childhood friend who went to cornwall and blew them off!! connection’s there too ~~~

her dad’s in the DMLE and has been for quite a long time, connections theeere

she is ANNOYINGLY empathetic. like she always wants to hear both sides to every story and it’s really annoying when she won’t agree with you or just let you bitch and vent. she’s just too realistic yKNOW? and is like THERE’S NO REASON 4 ANYONE 2 BE MAD? she’s sorry

is also annoyingly determined and hard on herself? like if she misses a day of running after telling herself she would go for a run, she feels guilty about it all night long. same if she misses a day of reading or a day where she could have gone out and made more money

which brings me to another thing.... this bitch LOVES money!!! like dreams of being a millionaire one day and somehow thinks she can do it by investing in all kinds of things. sometimes questions if being an auror is all that and a bag of chips because it might not bring home the big bucks like she so desires

pls keep in mind she’s a fucking gemini LOL a ravenclaw gemini at that, ok

really loves a good debate, which honestly is what gets her into fights with her stepdad, b/c he’s confrontational when all nell wants is a GOOD FKN DEBATE. so she may challenge your character on something. it’s not because she’s rude ( even tho it kinda is ), it’s because she just wants to understand the why. it’s aaalll about understand everything

i am asking for any and all connections! people she’s had debates with, people she goes on runs with, people who she’s been there for b/c she loves being there for people, and ofc the obvious ones like friends/past hookup/exes/etc

idk if i forgot anything but pls <3 hello

#sleepingdintro

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cruecifymesixx · 5 years

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Love and Leather /part fifty five/

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: I hope y’all still love me even though it took me three weeks to update :/ So this is where the timeline is gonna start getting a little weird, a lot of time jumps will be happening. Anyways! Enjoy! I’m pairing ‘Home Sweet Home’ from the playlist for this chapter.

Warnings: language, implied smut, this is for the ones that ship Van and T-bone

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*a year later, June 1992*

*Nikki’s POV*

“Dude! Turn on MTV right fucking now!” I pulled my ear away from the phone at Tommy’s loud yelling.

“Dude, calm the fuck down. I’m doing it.” I grumbled, leaving my office as I walked down the stairs to the living room and flipped on MTV:

‘In tonight’s pop culture news we have quite a lot to discuss. Nirvana has hit the airwaves and have become quite the frenzy with their video for ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’, MC hammer has topped the charts with his hit ‘You Can’t Touch This’, and Nikki Sixx’s ex has resurfaced after being M.I.A for a whole year and we exclusively have an interview.’

My heart dropped to my fucking ballsack. Vanity? She did an interview?

“Tommy, what the fuck.”

“Dude! I know right! I know a chick that works at MTV and she told me they got word Vanity was in Dallas and had one of their agents find her.”

I chuckled, “That’s so fucked up.” I knew she hated having the paparazzi in her face, even if she enjoyed a lot of attention. She hated the stupid questions and the cameras:

‘So Vanity Blackwood was with Motley Crue’s bassist, Nikki Sixx for the longest time until the relationship got rocked with a cheating scandal involving playboy Brandi Brandt. Let’s take a look at how the interview went.’

Vanity was carrying a birthday cake as she saw someone coming up to her with a video camera, “Vanity Blackwood! I’m Eric from MTV can I have a minute?” Under the black shades, Vanity was sending a death glare towards the man.

“Yeah man, sure.” Vanity grumbled, putting a birthday cake into the backseat of her car.

“It’s so nice to see you in Dallas, what’s the birthday cake for?”

Vanity rolled her eyes, “A birthday, obviously. It’s my brothers birthday today and we’re having a party.”

The man was shaky with the hand held video recorder, “Oh right! Happy birthday to your brother. Are you just visiting your family here or do you live in the area? Everyone’s curious as to what you’re up too as of late.”

Vanity smirked, leaning against her car as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head, “I’ve been around. But I am visiting my family.”

“Oh....so you aren’t living in Texas? Where have you been hiding that beautiful face at?”

Vanity shrugged, “Like I’ve said, I’ve been around.” Vanity smiled at the camera, making my heart burst full of energy.

“God, she’s fucking glowing, T-bone.” I muttered as I sat down on the couch and turned up the volume, “She seems so happy.”

I heard a sigh from Tommy, “Wonder if she has a boyfriend or something.” I frowned, that idea alone pissed me off.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Give me something to work with, where’ve you been hiding?”

Vanity chuckled a bit, running her nails through her hair, “I’ve been...I was in Dallas for a little bit but then I moved somewhere else and I’m happy where I am at.”

“Did you find yourself a new man, angel?”

Vanity shook her head, “No, I have too much going on right now to be dating someone. I’m doing good by myself, don’t need anyone else’s problems in my life.”

Eric chuckled, “Was that a jab at your ex fiancé, Nikki Sixx? I’m sure there was a lot of problems...want to elaborate?”

Vanity stared at the man, “That..that wasn’t a jab and I’d really not like to talk about my past relationship with him.”

“Look, if you don’t mind..I got somewhere I need to be, sooo....can we wrap this thing up?” Vanity asked, rushing through the questions as she opened up her car door.

“Okay, okay! One more! Did you see that Motley Crue has been together for ten years now and they’re celebrating with their ‘Decade of Decadence album?”

Vanity exhaled deeply, looking down at the parking lot, “Yeah, Yeah I saw....I saw they did a cover of ‘Anarchy in the U.K.”

“Oh? So you’re still a fan of Motley Crue?”

Vanity laughed, “No, I’m a fan of the Sex Pistols...anymore questions?”

“Oh dude!-“ Tommy started laughing, “That’s fucking brutal, damn Sixx. She’s not even a fan anymore.”

“Fuck you, Tommy.” I growled before hanging up on him.

I watched as Vanity got into the car, but the dude put his hand on the door to keep her from closing it, “Okay Princess, just one more?”

Vanity looked over, seeming pissed off, “Yes?”

“You don’t have anything to say? About the band? The album? Maybe Nikki?”

“The band....the four of them know I will always enjoy their music. I congratulate them on their new album and the work put into it. As for Sixx...” Vanity stopped talking as she put her sunglasses back down over her face.

“I have nothing to say to that fuckhead.”

I smirked at the TV, “Sure you don’t, princess.” I whispered as a quick slam of the door startled me, “Brandi, hey...” I spat out, feeling my heart jump out of my chest as I quickly changed the channel, “How was the photoshoot?”

She mimicked, “How was the photoshoot? Oh it could have been better if my photographer actually shut the fuck up about that god damn interview!” She yelled, pointing at the TV.

“Who the fuck does that cunt think she is?!” She screamed at me, my eyes going wide, “Clearly, she has nothing better to do then shit on you and the band!”

“Hey, Hey! Calm down, alright?! It was nothing! It was just a stupid interview from those vultures. It’s nothing.” I told her, getting off the couch and walking towards Brandi.

“She called you a fuckhead. Doesn’t that upset you?” She questioned as I shrugged.

“She’s called me a lot worse. I’m not too worried about it, you shouldn’t be either okay babe? No reason to come in blazing hot.”

Brandi nodded as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, my arms snaking around her slim waist as I brought her to me, “I love you.” I said, lowering my head down to kiss her lips, but she turned her head to the side.

“Do you?”

I glared down at her, “Yes, I do love you Brandi. I love you more then I give off, I know. But I’m trying.” I spoke softly as her lips spread into a small smile.

“I know you are, but I would like a little bit more effort. We’ve been together for a year now and you’re barely just now referring to me as your girlfriend in the press.” She explained, a hint of annoyance in her voice as I slumped back onto the couch.

“Brandi, I’m just...I’m private with my relationships. I don’t like having the press in all of my business. That’s it.” I explained to her as she rested her hands on her slim hips, standing in front of me as she blocked the TV.

“Anything else, Angel?” I questioned as she smirked down at me.

“My mother is in town and she wants to go out to dinner tonight. I told her we would meet her at six o’clock.” She spoke, raising an eyebrow as she saw the hesitation on my face.

I wasn’t ready to meet her mother. The only reason I wasn’t ready was because I’ve already met her mother. I met Brandi’s mom on the Girls, Girls, Girls tour and I fucked her.

“Oh...uh, okay.” I cleared my throat as I shifted uncomfortably.

“Can I have your card to go buy a new dress?” She asked sweetly as I nodded. If it gets you out of my face for a few hours, sure.

I dug out my wallet and handed her my black credit card, “Do not overspend.” I warned her as she smiled, reaching down to kiss my lips before she left out the front door.

I groaned, stretching as Anna walked up to me with her stuffed monkey hanging from her lips. I smiled, scratching the top of her head as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes.

*a week later, Vanity’s POV*

Arianna’s big brown eyes stared up at me as this child was fighting her afternoon nap, “Arianna, you need to take a nap. You take one every day what makes today any different?” I asked as I sat on the edge of her bed as she sleepily rubbed her eyes.

“Mommy, no nap time.” She whined as I gave her a stern look.

“Well, I guess we will just tell auntie Clem we’re not going out for pizza tonight.” I said as she pouted, using her best puppy dog eyes on me.

“But...but mom!” Arianna squealed as she held onto her stuffed teddy bear and covered it up with her unicorn pink blanket.

“I’ll...I’ll take a nap.” She whispered ever so softly as I smiled and nodded. I stood up and kissed the top of her head before leaving her room, her bedroom door slightly ajar.

I exhaled deeply as I saw the mess in the kitchen from lunch time and the sticky residue from her painting with glitter. I ignored it all and plopped down on the couch. Not even having a moment to myself before someone knocked at the door and I quickly got up to get it.

“Hi sorry, couldn’t dig my keys out of my purse.” Clementine explained, hands full of canvases and paint. I closed the door as she put everything on the table.

“I have a date with Klaus tomorrow night.” She explained to me as I chose to clean up the kitchen now.

“Oh yeah? Where’s he taking you now? Another bohemian coffee shop?” I laughed at myself as I could feel Clementine glaring at the back of my head.

“No, he’s taking me to the restaurant at the top of the Empire State Building.” She nervously replied as I turned around and faced her, leaning against the counter.

“He has money for that? No offense, I thought he was also a struggling artist and ate ramen too...”

“What? What do you mean?” She questioned, sitting down on the barstool.

“That uh restaurant is like super duper expensive, I’ve been with uh...” I cleared my throat and started putting dishes in the sink, “..uh...the uh band and it was really, really expensive, like three hundred dollars for half a bottle of wine expensive.”

She frowned, “Oh, well he said he’s had reservations for two months now. He told me they have a black tie formal wear dress code, so I need your help.”

I was amused with her, “I probably have a few dresses you might like.” I said, motioning her to follow me to my bedroom. I opened up my closet, it was small compared to the one in the house I shared with Nikki, but it held everything and I didn’t have anyone breathing down my neck to get rid of some clothes.

“Well, uh...what color do you want to wear? I have black, some blues, reds, dark green...white.” I said looking over my shoulder as I pushed hanger after hanger.

I pulled out a whole bunch of dresses and threw them on my bed, “I also have jewelry you could borrow if you wanted...”

I watched as her eyes lit up when she started going through the colorful scheme of fabrics, “This is absolutely beautiful...” she trailed off as she found a price tag that never got taken off.

I scratched the top of my head as she looked at me, “It’s uh...never been worn....” I mumbled, sitting down on my bed as I watched her check out my closet.

"Vanity, you make me feel poor." Clementine expresses as she came out of the closet holding a plain black dress

“Because you are poor.” I laughed, gazing with a sigh as I checked out the dress, “....He always said I had to much clothes.”

I heard the doorbell ring, “Try it on. I’ll be right back.” I told her as I left my bedroom, quickly popping into Arianna’s room and seeing she was still napping. I walked through the townhome, tripping over a Barbie doll before getting to the front door. I unlatched the chain and opened the door, “Fuck!!” I yelled out, slamming it shut as I leaned my back against it.

“Now is that anyway to treat a friend, princess?” I closed my eyes, hearing knuckles create a beat against the wood.

I wiped my face, opening the front door as messy brown curls and a whole lotta tattoos stood in front of me, “Hey Van....nice place you got here.”

I shook my head, staring at him in disbelief, “What? What are you doing here Tommy?”

He shrugged, taking off his sunglasses and pushing them to the top of his head, “Well I missed you too.” He chuckled, trying to step forward but I closed the door a little more.

“Van...c’mon. I just flew three thousand miles to come see you.” Tommy expressed as his smile died down and he was now stoic.

“You need to leave.” I said, trying to close the door in his face but he wrapped his hand around the frame.

“Vanity, what the fuck? Loose the attitude and let’s talk. I’m not the one who cheated on you.” Tommy demanded as his words stabbed through my chest. You’d think I’d be over it by now.

I glared at him, “How do you know where I live?”

He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his black jeans, “Mmm, a little birdie named Greyson Blackwood.”

I groaned in frustration, I’ll have to call him later.

“...You didn’t even tell me goodbye. You coulda at least left a message telling me you were leaving. I had no idea for like a week.”

I closed my eyes, opening the door so he could come in, “T-bone, it’s just complicated and I didn’t want to involve you.”

“I know, but I thought you know we were like family..” I frowned, hearing him talk as I started cleaning up the kitchen again, “...I came as soon as I had free time. So New York, huh?”

I loaded up the dishwasher, “Uh, Yeah. I like it here, it’s different then Los Angeles. It seemed good, and I needed a fresh of breath air.”

“And look at you, doing household chores. I’m very impressed.” Tommy chuckled as he took off his jacket and sat down.

I heard tiny pitter patter of Arianna’s feet coming down the hallway, “Whoa...you’re a babysitter now? That’s kinda hot.” Tommy mumbled as he looked at Arianna.

“I took a nap mommy.” Arianna smiled up at me as I picked her up and held her at my hip. I glanced over at Tommy seeing his eyes go wide as he stared at us.

“Mommy?” T-bone blurted out as his face was riddled with confusion.

“Arianna.....meet Tommy, he’s your uncle. T-bone, meet Arianna, she’s your niece.” I spoke softly as Arianna looked back and forth between us.

“Like Gee-Gee?” Ari questioned me as I nodded, “Yes, just like uncle Greyson.”

“No fucking way!!” Tommy yelled as he got off the barstool, “Tommy! Language!”

“What is with all the yelling? Oh....” Clementine came around the corner in a plunging red dress that fit her curves well.

“Hello there...” Tommy spoke, walking over to Clem and sticking out his hand, “I’m Tommy Lee.”

My stomach was doing a very impressive acrobatic trick while watching Tommy put on that persona anytime he saw a chick he found attractive.

“Clementine.” She said coldly, brushing off his extended hand, “...and I know who you are.” Her coldness left me burned as I saw Tommy cower down and come back over to the chair.

“Auntie I took a nap and we can still get pizza, right?” Arianna begged her as I groaned quietly.

“Of course angel, but not till later. How about we play dress up and let Mommy talk to her...Tommy.”

“Ha!” Arianna exclaimed before sticking her tongue out at me. I narrowed my eyes at her as she ran laughing down the hallway. I turned my attention back to Tommy who was already staring at me.

“What the fuck? You’re a mom? When did that happen? Where’s the father? You met someone else?” Tommy bombarded me with questions as he dragged me over to the couch and made me sit with him.

“She’s about eighteen months and her dad well he’s-“

“So you went into hiding because you got knocked up?! Vanity, what the fuck!” He yelled, standing up as he began pacing around the living room, “Where’s the fucker that got you pregnant?!”

I was about to speak again, “A mom?! You’re a mom! Not just a mom but you’re a fucking milf, dude!!”

I sighed leaning my head into the palm of my hand as I rested my elbow against the couch, “Oh wait...are you in a relationship with that chick? You went lesbo after Nikki? That’s fucking hot!!”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the decorative pillow and throwing it at him, “Would you shut up for five seconds so I can tell you?”

He got quiet, putting his arms out, “Well I am waiting!”

“I am not in a relationship with Clementine she’s just a chick I met and she’s been there for me. Arianna’s father, well-“ I started laughing, “He’s sitting in his mansion in Los Angeles. You might know him, he’s your bassist.”

Tommy’s eyes might as well of popped out of his skull, “Nikki?!? No, no, no. You...you left.”

I rolled my eyes again, “Tommy, I wouldn’t lie about it.”

“But you left! You left him and-“ “I left him for a good fucking reason!!” I shouted at Tommy and he closed his lips knit tight.

“I fucking left because he cheated on me! Just like how you cheated on Heather!” I continued to quietly yell as I saw his usual playful demeanor change, “I found him getting his dick sucked by that stupid cunt! In our house, in our shower Tommy!”

“But…but you were pregnant, he knew right?” Tommy questioned as I stared at him, trying to figure out what to say, “Vanity…he knows, right?” He repeated himself as I shook my head.

“He has no clue-“ “Jesus Christ!”

I frowned, “T-bone, just listen to me.” I said, grabbing his hand as I made him sit down next to me, “He has no idea, and it has to stay like that.” His eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head.

“What?! No! Nikki has a right to know! You know how much he wanted to be a dad.” He spoke softly as I nodded.

“I know, Tommy. I know-“ “Do you Vanity? Because that’s kinda fucked up.”

I groaned, “I know! But I am not ready! I will tell him when the time is right. I’m not…I don’t want to talk to him, you don’t understand Tommy.” My voice cracked, feeling the lump in the back of my throat as I felt tears begin to form.

“So you want me to lie to him? He’s my brother Van. I can’t just lie to him.”

I shook my head, “I’m…I’m not asking you to lie to him. Just don’t tell him you came and saw me. It’s just you that’s here…right? Nobody else?”

He nodded, pushing his brown curls out of his face, “Yeah, it’s just me. Ever since your little interview a week ago I just wanted to find you. I really did miss you, Vanity.”

I smiled, reaching over and placing my hand on the side of his cheek, “I’ve missed you too, T-bone. So much.” I said before moving over and wrapping him up in a big hug.

“Ahem…” Clementine said as I let go of Tommy and saw her standing in a black cocktail dress.

“Well don’t you look hot? Tommy, tell her she looks hot.” I said, smacking his chest gently.

“Smokin, Babe.” Tommy retorted quickly, sending a wink her way.

“Do you like the dress? I bet Klaus would like it.” I suggested as she rolled her eyes. Arianna walked from around the couch and climbed up right between me and Tommy.

“You got drawings on you.” Arianna pointed at the tattoos on his arms.

“Oh yeah, aren’t they cool? I dig them a lot.” Tommy chuckled a bit as Arianna stared at all of them, “That’s a kitty.” She pointed to the leopard on his forearm.

“Remind me why I’m going out with him again?” Clementine asked as I glanced back at her.

“Uh, the first guy you saw at the opening night of the gallery. He’s kinda cute…and it’s been a while of just going on dates and you keep telling me he isn’t your boyfriend so…” I tried explaining as she turned around and looked at me.

“Because he isn’t. He says he has too much on his plate to add a girlfriend too it.”

“Oh, so he just wants to fu- I mean bang.” Tommy quickly corrected himself as Clementine glared at him.

“Who asked you?” She spat out as I slapped my hand over my face to not laugh.

“Anyways! Is this dress good or should I try something else?”

“Try something else.” Tommy blurted out, eyes glancing down at her legs before meeting her gaze and smiling.

I nodded, “Yeah try something else. There’s a dark green, rather velvety with black rhinestones dress hanging in there. I hate it now and you can have it if you like it.”

Tommy started mumbling to himself, “Wait…hey didn’t you wear that to the album release…party…” Tommy eventually stopped talking as he met my death glare, “Yeah, try that one.” Tommy said, clearing his throat.

I exhaled as I watched Clem go back to my bedroom, “How long are you staying for Tommy?”

He drummed his fingers against his lap as Arianna watched him curiously, “As long as you will let me crash at your place. Don’t feel like getting a hotel.” He shrugged as he looked down at Arianna who smiled and looked away from him, giggling.

“Oh, uh yeah that’s fine you can crash on the couch.” I suggested as he gave me a weird look.

“The couch? You mean your bed? I’m not sleeping on this thing.” He clarified as I chuckled and nodded, “Okay, yeah my bed works too.”

I got up from the couch, feeling Arianna follow me as I picked her up and held her up in my arms, “Lazy butt…” I whispered, tickling her sides as she laughed at me.

“You hungry T-bone? Thirsty? Are you still sober?” I questioned him as he sighed.

“I drink now but no drugs.” I furrowed my eyebrows at his words. So much for the sober band thing.

I got a sippy cup of juice for Arianna and two whiskey glasses for Tommy and I, filling them only half way with the brown liquor and ice cubes.

Arianna eventually wanted down and went to play with her toys as I sat back down with Tommy at my hip. I noticed he had already made himself comfortable and kicked his boots up on my coffee table and started flipping through the channels.

“I’m sorry about Heather, T-bone. I know you loved her a lot.” I spoke softly as he nodded, but I still saw that frown.

“It was my fault, I fucked up.”

I shook my head, taking a sip of my drink. I felt bad for Heather, she was such a nice girl. Too nice of a girl to be wrapped up in the rockstar life with Tommy Lee.

“So, Clementine-“ I instantly glared at him, “Tommy, absolutely not. Clementine is too nice for someone like you. She does not need all the problems. No, hell no.” I retorted as he grinned like the devil.

“Too nice? But you know I like them nice and sweet. I could get her easily.” Tommy oozed confidence as he rested into the couch, putting his hands behind his head.

I snorted in laughter, “She is not just a hole for you stick your dick in. She has morals and potential and she’s motivated. She’s off limits T-bone.”

He sighs deeply, “Well, she’s pretty. And she doesn’t seem like someone you’d having hanging around. She’s too good for you too. We’re two peas in a pod, Princess.” Tommy teased as he squeezed my thigh, smirking at me as he turned his attention back to the basketball game.

“She’s amazing and I’m so happy I met her. Arianna is a handful sometimes and she always comes to the rescue.” I explained as Tommy nodded.

“Okay, sh. The game is on.” Tommy chuckled as I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder.

“Vanity, this is too fancy…” I turned my head, seeing Clementine wearing the dress I told her to go try. I felt my chest tighten and my brain being flooded with the memories associated with that dress.

“It feels really nice though. I really like it.” She explained as I nodded and cleared my throat.

“I only wore it once…” I mumbled quietly as Tommy snickered.

“Once? The fuck? This…this is like so fucking beautiful Vanity. How could you wear something like this one time?”

“Because she wore it to the Dr. Feelgood album release party and she was photographed all night. So in her own words, she could never wear the same dress twice.” Tommy butted in as I glared at him.

“Shut up, you twig.”

Clementine giggled, “oh, did you know the zipper was broken? I had to mess with it but I finally got it up.”

I shrugged, “No, I had no idea.”

*Flashback*

“This stupid fucking zipper is not going down.” Nikki grumbled as his lips were pressed to my neck and shoulder.

“That’s cause your hands are too big for something so delicate.” I retorted as I tried stepping away from him but his arms wrapped around my waist like a vice grip.

“You know what they say about a guy with big hands, right?” I looked at him through the mirror in our bedroom, seeing his eyebrow arched and his lips wearing a playful smirk.

“If you’re attempting to make a joke about your dick, save me the gory details. I know your dick is big already.” I responded as he smiled.

“That’s not even where I was going with that. I just wanted to hear you call my dick big. I was just gonna make a comparison to being able to play bass.”

He held up my hand against his, “You can’t have little tiny hands like yours, but no wonder why my cock looks so huge in your hands.” I swatted his hand away from me as he laughed.

“So if I had average sized hands your cock would be small? That’s what you’re saying, right? And it’s just me that enhances the size?” I questioned as I bit on my bottom lip to down play my smile.

“Oh? You think you’re so god damn funny, huh?”

I nodded as he turned me around and forced the zipper down by gripping the sides of the dress, “Nikki! Don’t rip it, this dress was thirteen thousand dollars!!” I shouted as he turned me around again to face him.

“Oh princess, I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight.” His voice was low as he wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up as he brought me to the bed.

*end flashback*

I cleared my throat, “It was just a one time thing. I’d find another one to wear…but yeah, that’s the dress. You look beautiful in it. You can have it.”

She smiled as Tommy stared at her, if you looked closely you’d probably even see drool at the bottom of his lip.

“Pizza?” Arianna asked, climbing onto my lap as I helped her the rest of the way.

“I’ll order some pizza, what kind? Pepperoni? Cheese?” I told her as she giggled.

“Cheese, please!”

A little while later the four of us were sitting around my dining room table as we stuffed are faces with pizza. Well the three of them did, I stuck with my hot wings and a salad. The baby weight from Arianna is slowly going away and I want to fit into my skin tight jeans again.

“Tommy, maybe Clemmy over here can show you the city while you’re around.” I suggested, my smirk matching his as Clementine scoffed.

“I have so many better things to do then cater to a rockstar. A princess is already pushing it.” Clementine joked as I rolled my eyes.

“I’m actually really fun. I would love to see some cool things. I’ve never had the time to go sight seeing while I’ve been here in the city.” Tommy explained as Clementine stared at him.

“Name a date and time, Angel.” Tommy snickered as he took a sip of his beer can.

“It’s not a date. But I can show you a few things, I charge by the hour though…” Clementine explained as Tommy’s eyes lit up and I saw him fall in love with her before my very eyes.

“It’s a date. I’ll have Van give me your number.” Tommy had a goofy, love struck smile on his lips as he watched Clementine roll her eyes and completely ignore him as she tended to wiping tomato sauce from Arianna’s face.

“Well I’m gonna go home. I’ll be by tomorrow morning with donuts like usual.” Clementine said as she grabbed her jacket and purse.

“Behave.” She told Arianna, but was looking at me too. I smiled walking her to the door.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” Clem spoke quietly as I nodded, “Yes mom, of course mom.” I rolled my eyes as I tried to hold back my laughter.

“Tommy’s absolutely harmless, I’ll be fine.”

*Later that night*

After finally getting Arianna out of the bath and to bed, I laid down on my bed as Tommy came over after putting ‘Wayne’s World’ into the VHS player. He crawled into my bed and groaned into the pillow, “Your bed is so soft.”

I chuckled as I threw some blanket over him and he got situated as he propped himself up against my headboard, “I hate this movie so much, T-bone.”

He looked down at me, “It was in your movie stack!”

“Yeah, I know that. It’s because Clementine likes this movie and she’s made me watch it with her twenty god damn times.”

Tommy reached over and handed me a bag of peach rings, “Aw, you remember!” I teased him as I opened up the candy and started eating them.

“Only cause they’re my least favorite but your all time favorite.” He mumbled as I scooted over and rested my head against his shoulder.

“Y’know I really did miss you Vanity. It’s not the same without you. I just wish you would have told me where you’d be. So I wouldn’t of had to swear on your grandmothers pearls.” He started off as I nodded.

“I know T, I know. But I just had to leave. I couldn’t be there any longer. We both know Nikki would have used every sweet and smooth word of his to get me to stay. I could hardly stand to look at him that day, he absolutely disgusted me when I found them together. For him to disrespect me like that after everything, no. I wouldn’t have stayed with him.”

“I hate Brandi a lot. She’s a bitch.” Tommy said as he snacked on his red licorice.

“Oh, I thought she was such a sweet girl.” I rolled my eyes as Tommy laughed at my words. I fumbled with my fingers, feeling an uncomfortable itch in the back of my throat.

“She’s also spending his money and redecorating the house. Giant crystal chandeliers, white marble. It’s way too fancy and it’s, it’s not Nikki.”

I frowned. I loved that house so much, it was absolutely perfect the way it was.

“That bitch is a little coke whore too….” My lips parted in shock as those words left his mouth.

“He’s…Nikki’s still sober right?” I questioned, chewing on the inside of my cheek as I sat up in bed, Tommy followed after me as he saw the expression on my face.

“I mean, he’s not doing heroin...” I frowned at his words, “When they first got together, he did slip and started doing some coke with her but he stopped immediately and started going to meetings religiously.”

I stared off into space as I listened to Tommy. He wasn’t sober anymore? He was so proud of it and of himself for sticking with the whole staying clean thing. He’d come home with a new chip: six months, nine months and then a year of being sober. He would be over the moon.

“Oh…well, not my problem.” I spoke as T-bone looked at me, confused.

His lips parted in shock as he studied me, “…Really feel that way? You don’t love him anymore?”

I shrugged, “Tommy…I don’t want to talk about it.”

He paused the movie and took away my candy, I started to pout, “No, let’s talk about it. You don’t have any more feelings for Nikki?” He questioned as I sighed.

I ran my nails through my hair as I laid back onto my pillows, “I…I’m always going to love Nikki and he’s always going to have a space in my heart but I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore. He really hurt me this time Tommy. That’s what sucks about this. I thought him getting sober we would finally be okay and that we could be together without it going to complete shit, but I was wrong. He broke my heart, T-bone.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling big brown eyes staring at me, “And look how fast it took him to just start dating her, like was he cheating on me prior to me finding out?” I asked Tommy as he shook his head.

“No, no. Anytime he went out with us and you didn’t come he wouldn’t even look at another chick. He barely wanted lap dances from the strippers, he just wanted to get back home to you. If he was, he hid it pretty fucking well. But I don’t think he was. I think it’s just the universe fucking something wonderful up.”

I smiled a bit as I closed my eyes and listen to the sound of the cars from the street below and Tommy’s light breathing, “Well, I guess in this universe Nikki Sixx and I don’t end up together. Maybe the next one everything will be fine. Maybe I’ll be the rockstar.” I giggled as I opened my eyes and looked at Tommy.

“You’d make a smokin hot rockstar. I’d have your posters everywhere, and maybe they’d be a little sticky.” Tommy made me laugh as I smacked his chest.

“T-bone! That’s so gross!” I laughed as I felt my face turn red in embarrassment.

“Oh please Vanity, I’ve heard things from a drunk or high Nikki of what you’ve done in the bedroom. Don’t forget I even experienced a tase of it.” Tommy reminded me as I rolled my eyes.

I stared at him smiling, “What?” He chuckled as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Happy you’re here. Haven’t been this happy in a while.” I mumbled as I reached over and squeezed his hand. He returned my affection by gently running his thumb across my skin. I sighed as he laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me against his chest.

“Happy that a boy is in your bed? Or happy someone familiar is around?” He questioned as his surprisingly soft hands ran over the exposed part of my back.

I thought about it, “Maybe just having a piece of home. Will you come see me often?” I questioned, tilting my head up to look at him.

“I’ll try my best. I’m sure Nikki will get suspicious of me constantly coming here though.” He pointed out as I nodded.

It was quiet for a few minutes until I felt vibrating, “Uh…I think you forgot to put your vibrator away.” I chuckled, moving away from him as he dug into his jean pockets.

He laughed, “Speak of the devil…” he said, holding up his Nokia flip phone, “Hey Sixx, what’s up?”

My eyes widened as I sat up and stared at him, “Oh yeah dude!! I’m in New York! Oh…uh I dunno I just wanted a little vacation I’ll be back in a few days.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry Mr. Sixx that I didn’t tell you where I’d be, you gonna punish me?” I could tell by the way Tommy pulled the phone away from his ear Nikki was probably cussing him out.

“Okay, okay I’ll do it hey…turn on MTV real quick.” Tommy nudged me.

“Oh do I have a girl with me?” I turned around as I got off the bed and glared at him, “Yeah dude, she’s pretty hot. Long brown hair, tan skin. She has a really nice ass too.”

I smacked him upside the head with a pillow as I came back to the bed with the remote, “She’s a little frisky too.” Tommy snickered as I turned the TV to MTV:

‘With the start of their relationship not being the best, Nikki Sixx is off to the altar as him and his year long girlfriend Brandi Brandt have announced they are engaged.’

“What the fuck!!!!” Tommy yelled as I stared at the screen, seeing a picture of them together on the TV.

“You’re gonna fucking marry that broad?! Nikki! What the fuck?!” Tommy continued to yell as I quickly but quietly hushed him and mouthed Arianna.

”Nikki, you don’t fucking love her, you barely even know her!! How can you be so stupid!?” T-bone now yelled at a lower tone.

“Dude, what the fuck ever. Yeah sure I’m happy for you man, congratulations to you and your bitch.” Tommy snapped as he flipped his phone shut.

“It’s okay…” I said quietly as Tommy looked at me like I had grown three heads, “If he’s happy with her, then let him. He deserves to be happy too.” I muttered as I wiped my eyes, wiping away the tears that were starting to come.

“Vanity…” Tommy said, inching closer to me but I put my hand out to stop him. I put my hand over my mouth, to keep my sobs in as I screwed my eyes shut.

I shook my head, exhaling through my mouth, “He needs to be happy.” I forced myself to say it again even if it was a stabbing pain in my chest to see he would be marrying someone that wasn’t me.

“And so do you, you deserve to be happy as well.” He whispered as I nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m good.” I wiped my face and smiled at him but he shook his head and kissed my cheek, his loose strands tickling my skin.

“Tommy?”

“Yes, princess?” He questioned, his face a few inches from mine.

I exhaled deeply, “I know you don’t love me, but can you love me tonight at least?” I asked him as he pressed his hand to the side of my cheek and brushed away tears his best friend had caused.

He moved closer to me, laying me down on the bed as he hovered over me. I’m glad I didn’t have to go into details of what I meant. He sat back on his knees as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the corner of my room. He came back to me, gently cupping my jaw with both hands as he placed a soft and warm kiss upon on my lips.

“Anything for you, doll.”

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