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prettyboypistol · 8 months

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Literally in every fanfic I read the reader is already a pretty sleeper, waking up all pretty and shit. Do you know what I need? A Reader who wakes up like they've been pushed down the stairs. A Reader who spews gibberish for a second and then immediately goes back to sleep. A Reader who wakes up wrapped in their blankets sweating like crazy and completely disorientated and on the floor. Sorry if this ask is bad, but do you think you could write something like this for the mercs?

Mood as fuck, I'm in.

TF2 Mercs With a Messy Morning S/O xGN!Reader

Scout

Honestly thinks it's a bit cute, seeing you wake up in a pool of your own spit and hair in your mouth??? Yeah, that's what he's dying every day to protect.

Likes talking nonsense to early morning you just to see you struggle fr.

His favorite thing is waking up before you. He's all dressed and ready and you're 2 inches away from falling off the bed.

Jeremy writes down all the weird shit you say and reads it back to you when you're sad because what the fuck does "are Venus flytraps predators" mean

Pyro

Probably ends up tangled in your Limbs too. This bitch is a SLEEP CUDDLER.

Gets worried when you wake up in a panic, shout about something that sounds important, then fall back asleep like EXCUSE ME?? WHAT??

Doesn't like that you kick them in your sleep, but they can live with it.

Very worried about the night sweats and ramblings. You say some fucked up dhit when you're asleep!

Soldier

This mf is used to waking up at 6AM sharp and being battle ready by 6:05AM. This caused one of the initial rifts in your relationship with him until you convinced him that not waking you as well is early stealth training.

You remind him of a baby bird when you're curled up in all the blanket that you stole from him in the night.

Doesn't really notice that you are a messy sleeper until you two have breakfast together one morning, with you half awake, those bleary eyes and sleepy sighs made his heart skip a beat.

Heavy

He calls you his little spoiled cat when you glare at him all bleary-eyed for waking you up.

Loves cuddling you like a big bear, always the big spoon.

lowkey a messy sleeper too, but is more agitated when half awake than you

you two having delirious talks when you two aren't awake fully omg couple goals

Demoman

You look like a pretty sleeper next to this motherfucker

drunk mumbling, sleeptalker, sleepfighter WWE in your bed.

Wakes up after you so ususally doesn't see the absolute wreck you wake up as. If you two wake up at the same time he makes fun of you.

You two have probably ripped the blanket in y'alls sleepwars. Mrs. Pauling has checked in on you two at 2AM after hearing shouting, only to see both of you, fast asleep, on the floor, and total messes.

Engineer

Thinks it's cute bc he rises with the sun if not a tad earlier to watch the sunrise. Absolutely tells you to "rise n' shine".

records your half-awake mumbles and talks to you, listens back to them podcast style in his downtime.

Is absolutely terrified that you will rip off his prosthetic hand so dating you absolutely instilled the safe habit of taking his hand off before bed.

Sniper

Is usually out of bed before the "fun" begins, but had overheard your morning routine

Isn't a fan of the blanket stealing, but overall doesn't really care. If he's in a bad mood he'll sleep on the couch so you don't steal it.

"Am i pretty, Mick?" "About as pretty as an aye aye when you first wake up" "Da-DAMN!!"

Has a poloroid of you fast asleep in his hat

Spy

This bitch c o m p l a i n s.

He's the most prissy little bastard when it comes to sleeping. He sleeps EXCLUSIVELY on his left side, legs in a specific way, and hogs the blankets. When you come into his bed and sleep-kick him out, he is flabbergasted. absolutely bamboozled.

Doesn't cuddle you, but now there is a pillow barrier that protects his precious sleep routine.

Secretly thinks you are downright adorable with how god-awful you look, crusty eyes and all

Medic

Doesn't really mind, but gives you light teasing about it. If he's having a bad day then he gets annoyed by the blanket stealing.

Wakes up and gets ready for the day, only to see the doves nesting with you and that melts his hearttttt

Kisses your gross ass awake every single day despite that

Has stayed up multiple nights to study your sleep cycles.

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horrendous-bisexual-showdown · 11 months

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Poll 1

Dina Becher (It/Its) by @sanfielle

Why Should Your OC Win?

where do i even start. dina is a short king. its a disaster bi whose whole life has been dictated by the whims of forces outside its control. the embodiment of the whole universe talked to dina just to tell it dad jokes the entire time. dina played too much LoL growing up and has had its vocabulary permanently impacted by this. it started playing a stupid game that spawned it into a firey hellzone. its the most unlucky person in the world. help it out a little. it needs some kind of W. please. please

What is Your OC Like?

looks: pretty short, short brown hair in dreads, light to mid brown skin, hazel eyes, default expression is nervous or grumpy.

personality: lonely, paranoid, and determined. it just wants to have fun and be itself but there are noobs to pwn and ladders to walk under.

dina is from my webcomic PROLEGOMENON, available on neocities.org ^_^

Mick Venus (He/Him) by @biracy

Why Should Your OC Win?

He's kinda smarmy, a little salacious, and very, very stupid. He's an okay guy but he's ultimately kind of an idiot who somehow stumbled into "music pioneer" status. He's also just unfathomably bisexual. Definitely had a much rowdier, "horrendous", dangerous life before he met his wife and kinda settled down. Quote my gf, "he contains multitudes. Multitudes of drugs and stuff"

What is Your OC Like?

He's an 80s glam metal rockstar, a biker, a trans icon who manages to stay "stealth" bc he's just So stupid that no one believes him when he says these scars are from when he cut his tits off. Married an opera singer and doesn't really know what opera is. Began as like a 70s lesbian separatist hippie singer when he was a kid and grew into "trans bisexual glam metal" as an adult.

#round 3 #polls #Dina Becher #Mick Venus

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biracy-draws · 1 year

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New Venus icon? New Venus icon

#my art #digital art #firealpaca #mick venus #character design #glam rock #glam metal #hair metal #sleaze metal #motley crue #acdc #this is spinal tap #trans #transmasc artist

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biracy · 1 year

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Happy birthday trans people

#experimented a lil bit w this one with line transparency and sketchiness and etc and i THINK i like it?#also return of the trans flag briefs everyone say hi #was gonna draw gloria but ran out of energy... might tomorrow #art #my art #mick venus #trans day of visibility #tdov #tdov 2023 #trans art #transmasc art #glam metal #glam rock #hair metal #sleaze metal #lgbt #gender

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redclercs · 9 months

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— or, the one where mick prefers the dress off of you.

✤ requested as part of the lavender haze event!

✤ mick schumacher x fem reader, prompts used: “against the window, are you insane?” + "leave the heels on"

✤ warnings: lowecarse intended, smut, mdni!! semi-public sex, unprotected sex, piv, bit of sir kink ig? creampie, no aftercare, per usual, don't take this as an example and be smart about having sex y'all. 1.2k words

visit the lavender library

the moment mick saw you with the dress on, he wanted to take it off you. not in a bad, overly possessive way, although it did occur to him that if he was looking at you like that, some of the other guests in this wedding would too.

who in their right mind had thought of giving the bridesmaids such a deep cleavage? mick couldn’t even begin to guess. his brain was swarmed with other thoughts.

“what?” you ask, your hands already on their way to cover your breasts. “it’s not too much, is it?”

mick shrugs in return, shaking his head. “definitely not.”

“you’re a shit liar,” you retort, eyeing yourself in the full-body mirror one last time. “let’s go loverboy, I don’t want to make a late entrance.”

although usually annoyed by the nickname, mick doesn’t give it a second thought as he follows you out of the room, where he wishes he could stay for the rest of the day, filling it with your whines and soft moans.

••• ─────────

you finally notice mick’s discomfort during cocktail hour. the bride and the groom are somewhere in the venue taking pictures and you’re left behind with the rest of the guests to catch your breath, and leave your boyfriend breathless.

“what’s gotten into you?” you ask mick, taking the short glass of amber liquid out of his hand. his other palm is drawing circles against your hip bone, almost leaving a hole in the fabric that hugs your figure perfectly.

"what do you mean?" he asks, already extending arm to recover the drink. his mouth is dry, and his tongue feels like sandpaper.

you click your tongue, still keeping the glass away from him. "you're so tense, and while i don't hate it, you've been practically groping me all day. in front of everyone."

your boyfriend clears his throat and stares at you for the millionth time that evening. "it's the damn dress, y/n seriously, whose idea was it?"

you laugh, before noticing he's being serious. "seven other girls are wearing this dress, mick."

"i don't care about the other seven girls, they're not the ones giving me an issue."

you raise your eyebrows at him. he's actually acting like a horny teenager in the middle of one of your closest friend's wedding.

and you like it. it thrills you to know you have this effect on him, so you caress the back of his neck with your perfectly manicured nails, the color matches your dress perfectly.

"seriously y/n," mick is gritting his teeth and turning back to the bar, to hide the lower part of his body against the mahogany.

this time you laugh audibly, and to mick's mortification a few of the guests and the bartender turn their heads in your direction.

"come on loverboy, let me help you." you wink, making your way out of the bar.

your heels create an echo through the empty room. the old mansion in which the party is taking place has many unused spaces that you discovered yesterday with mick, so now you're putting them to use.

mick shuts the door behind him, and after the lock clicks, scarce seconds pass before his hands are all over you. you didn't even hear him move.

your world comes down to tongues and teeth, and his fingers pressing and grabbing against the skin the dress leaves exposed. your hand finds its way to his crotch, he's already so hard it must be painful to keep it in his pants.

"you're so hot," mick keeps repeating like a mantra, "you're driving me crazy."

you smile against his lips, fingers already working the belt of his trousers. "this is crazy."

you want mick, you always want mick. but the idea of doing having snuck out of the wedding just to fuck him while people might be looking for you has you wanting him in a way that's overwhelming. you have never done this before, with him or with anyone else.

the moment your dress comes off, you gasp. to be fair, you expected mick to work his way up your legs, moving the fine fabric to the side, not just have you naked in the middle of the room, with your bare ass against a leather cushion.

"leave the heels on," he commands, getting rid of his suit jacket. his pants are already halfway down his legs.

"yes sir," you're only half-mocking him, but you notice the way his eyes darken at what you just called him, and you know you've unlocked a new part of your boyfriend that will only bring more enjoyment to your life.

you spread your legs for him to settle in the middle, his erection already free, out of his boxers as he approaches you. but your throbbing anticipation is met with denial as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you to him, and away from the couch.

the long piece of furniture that is against the wall meets your hipbones painfully as mick makes you bend against it. but you don't have time to worry about the possible bruises, not when you're right in front of the window to the back garden with your breasts hanging in the air.

"against the window, are you insane?" you gasp, your hands pressing against both the glass and the cedar surface. you don't want to risk giving quite the spectacle to another guest or one of the staff.

mick's only response is to press your back down and pin one of your hands behind you. and it's like your brain shuts off, because this is so hot, and now you both are horny teenagers unafraid of consequences.

your moans echo around the room when mick finally stars fucking you. your hips hit the wood time and time again and your free hand is pressed against the glass with such force it might break, but you don't care. it's all about the way mick feels inside you and his grunts and groans in the back of your neck.

the hand in the middle of your back moves down to your clit, roughly pressing on it before moving his finger in circles. "fuck, you're so hot," he pants, like it's the only thing on his mind. "you feel so good."

you whine as an answer, legs buckling as you approach your orgasm. you don't even care about the window or the way the sun hits your frame, making it clearer for anyone who could be outside.

mick's hand has to let go of your pinned arm to cover your mouth as you hit your climax loudly. and he presses it down hard when he cums in you, almost cutting your airflow. you twitch in his arms, overly sensitive already against his non-stop movements.

you can feel his cum start sliding down your legs and you sigh, your stomach contracting in anticipation, you could go on and on.

"we have to go back," you speak with mick's palm still against your mouth. "the reception is starting soon."

and you have to clean yourselves up in the bathroom down the hall.

reluctantly, mick takes his dick out of you, still hard. he really can't get enough of you. he can't wait for you to be back at the hotel.

you turn around to kiss him, your bare chest pressing against his clothed one. "let's do this more often," you can't help but giggle, because you're still high on the thrill of the danger of getting caught.

"I'd do it all the time," mick kisses you back, hands squeezing your ass before finally deciding to get himself together.

or as together as he possibly can, knowing you're putting the damn dress back on.

─── team principal radio: ❝thank you for joining the event! i hope you've enjoyed this filth. let me know your thoughts!❞

#mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick shumacher imagine #mick schumacher smut #f1 x y/n #f1 imagines #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #lavender haze; 1k event!#🏁 checkered flag; 1k!

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moontrinemars · 4 months

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TENTH LORD IN MARS NAKSHATRAS

Thanks for your patience in waiting for the next part of the series - I’m glad you guys are interested. As always, recorded for my own benefit, published for yours. General disclaimer is in my bio. Credit to KRSchannel for inspiring this post.

Find your 10th lord here, and find your 10th lord’s nakshatra here.

The 10th house rules our life’s honor. It represents the services we perform for society as well as the reputation we earn as a result. It is associated with the father and the career because traditionally, this is where both our standing in society and the role we performed in society would come from - inherited through the father’s family line. However, in our contemporary world, this isn’t always the case, which is why it’s important to know the grander themes at play.

The three Mars-ruled nakshatras are Mrigashira, Chitra, and Dhanistha.

Mars is a planetary object that represents motivation, force of will, and personal drive. It is the pursuit of pleasure and the incurring of wrath. While Venus rules earthly and rational matters, such as the aesthetic of beauty and the value of wealth, Mars rules our desires which are primal and sublime. He is impulse, passion, giving us strength and making us vulnerable simultaneously. He is also fear and terror. More than any traditional planet, Mars is tied to the cycle and the transformation of life and death, as the ruler of the 1st and 8th house. His impact is severe, earnest, and compelling, and is escaped by no one.

DO YOU HAVE YOUR 10TH LORD IN A MARS-RULED NAKSHATRA? THAT MEANS YOU…

Mick Jagger, Ryan Reynolds, and Bob Marley all have their tenth lords in Mars ruled nakshatras. Mick's is in Mrigashira, Ryan's is in Chitra, and Marley's is in Dhanistha.

… HAVE A PUBLIC PERSONA MOST SHAPED AND DEFINED BY YOUR IMPULSES, INDIVIDUALITY, AND INDEPENDENCE.

Those born with this placement usually find themselves at odds with the rest of society. Though they don't necessarily fail to fit in with the culture of their time, they tend to let their gut instincts dictate the way they engage with it and this results in distinct and memorable individuals who stand out from the crowd, and cause waves with just their personalities and the effect they have on others. Thus, they may be capable of contributing to massive culture shifts. However, they're also liable to let their impulses lead them to scandal and enmity.

Mars is a chthonic planet, and so it's no surprise we see it ruling the lord of the house of status and legacy in many of the most famous and widely mourned celebrities but that doesn't make this a death sentence for the influential. More than anything, fame in tangent with this placement signifies someone who inspires controversy, not with their choices or behaviors, but in their possessing fame at all. Other people will argue over the legitimacy of whatever talent, beauty, act, or positive attribute to which their fame is attributed. Their fame may be cyclical, as may be the public's support or enmity towards them.

MORE ON THE SPECIFICS OF MRIGASHIRA, CHITRA, AND DHANISTHA BELOW!

IF MRIGASHIRA RULES THE TENTH LORD, YOU…

Bette Davis, Lord Byron, and Milo Ventimiglia all have their tenth lords in Mrigashira. Others with this placement are Louis Lumiere, Prince Philip, Claudia Schiffer, Babe Ruth, Christopher Lee, and George Lucas.

Find yourself constantly searching within your professional and public spaces for something more fulfilling than what you have.

Throw yourself into your work, and are eager to learn whatever you can to develop and improve your craft, or your social standing.

Communicate articulately about responsibilities and projects, as well as political beliefs and social causes that are important to you.

Network and establish your personality easily, as your work and your society inspire you to engage in debate consistently.

Have an eye for major trends and business opportunities, and can capitalize on them just as they take off, leading the charge.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Pursuit, stalking, or cheating might be a pattern at your workplace.

Quickness is the key trait that defines your reputation: in casting judgement, responding to a crisis, and haste to get desired results.

Your work has you spending time in recreation-friendly spaces: parks, street markets, town squares, playgrounds, your home, etc.

Sensitivity to your surroundings makes you adept at resolving immediate problems involving authorities or a formal setting.

Over-sensitivity, whether to sensory experiences, to tone, or to social graces, can lead to overreactions that confuse people.

MRIGASHIRA is the Searching Star. Industries and career types favored are those involving art, expression, navigation, earth, textiles, animals, trends, sales, advertising, agriculture, telecommunications, occult studies, crafts, research, drama, and travel.

IF CHITRA RULES THE TENTH LORD, YOU…

Mary Tyler Moore, Kim Kardashian, and Cher all have their tenth lords in Chitra. Others with this placement are Leonard Cohen, Mika, Diego Rivera, Bette Midler, Cesare Borgia, John Mayer, Leonardo Dicaprio, Paul Williams, Emily Dickinson, and Queen Elizabeth I.

Find it easy to engage with coworkers and members of the public as equals, both to yourself and to one another.

Experience the most professional and political epiphanies when everyone else is asleep, especially at three to four in the morning.

Strategize and organize your workspace as well as career and public events with ease and poise, to the satisfaction of all.

Can be stingy and thrifty with professional funding, and turn a critical eye upon those who insist on lax public spending, even if as an individual you practice generosity and charity.

May experience jealousy, or just suspicion, toward coworkers, public figures, or others in your field who remind you of yourself.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Legacies play a role in the way that your workplace or public persona operates, such as becoming or gaining an apprentice, but you may find it hard to get on with those who inherit your position.

Bright colors, flowers, and natural beauty dominate your place of work, or settings with these attributes empower you publicly.

Others treat you with dignity and respect your aesthetic potential, even following your lead with the way you dress for events.

A quick temper and sensitivity to presentation inspires you to challenge the views or choices of others preemptively.

Intense procrastination hinders you in moments of specific importance.

CHITRA is the Star of Opportunity. Industries and career types favored are those involving aesthetics, communication, specialized expertise, design, dynamics, narrative, creative production, quality inspection, force of personality, precision, and reconstruction.

IF DHANISTHA RULES THE TENTH LORD…

Billie Joe Armstrong, Paris Hilton, and Lauren Bacall all have their tenth lords in Dhanistha. Others with this placement are Carl Sagan, Greta Garbo, Walt Whitman, Antony Armstrong-Jones, King Louis XV, Anna May Wong, Sarah Hyland, Charles Manson, and Liza Goddard.

Are capable of making highly insightful observations about society due to your keen perception and intimate understanding of power.

Had aspirations and politics shaped by a pragmatic altruism from a young age, perhaps in response to a parent or authority figure.

Feel uncomfortable in and experience adversity from business partnerships, and any relationships which are too public-facing.

Attract status and fame, seek positions of dignity, and approach tasks with a sincere desire to produce something of high quality.

Have no qualms about lying to or manipulating others in order to get what you want - and there is a great deal that you want.

AND YOU MAY FIND…

Even accomplishments celebrated in the public sector or by your industry feel hollow to you; the answer may lie in volunteer work.

Gender discrimination affects your workplace, status, or politics.

Popularity among certain demographics and subcultures: namely, the wealthy, the young, the politically liberal, and the creative field.

Any siblings can be of aid to your career and public image, but associating with extended relations may be detrimental to either.

Your experiences with honor or power - that of your own or that of others - affect you on a deep, even spiritual, level.

DHANISTHA is the Star of Symphony. Industries and career types favored are those involving music, timing, rhythm, quality inspection, physical performance, group coordination, property, strategy, math and science, poetry, spirituality, creativity, engineering, and charity.

HOPE THIS WAS HELPFUL. AMOUNT OF REQUESTS MEANS WE’RE GOING OUT OF ORDER, BUT WE WILL ABSOLUTELY RETURN TO THE OTHERS LATER. FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE WITH QUESTIONS, THOUGHTS, OR IDEAS. PART 5 WILL FOCUS ON JUPITER-RULED 10TH LORD NAKSHATRAS NEXT! ♡

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pearlprincess02 · 15 days

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listen to: TAURUS EDITION

TAURUS MOON

jaehyun (nct) - moon in 2nd house, christina aguilera - moon in 2nd house, demi lovato - moon in 10th house (tri. venus), melanie martinez - moon in 6th house, kelly clarkson - (unknown), mick jagger (the rolling stones) - moon in 12th house, nicole scherzinger (the pussycat dolls) - moon in 8th house, elton john - moon in 4th house, zendaya - moon in 3rd house, nick jonas - moon in 10th house, pharrell williams - moon in 11th house (sext. mercury), j-hope - (unknown), childish gambino - moon in 8th house, siouxsie sioux (siouxsie and the banshees) - moon in 5th house (conj. merucy), janis ian - moon in 9th house (conj. merucy), diana ross - moon in 6th house (sext. venus), jae (day6) - moon in 2nd house

TAURUS VENUS

ariana grande - venus in 4th house, big sean - venus in 2nd house, lana del rey - venus in 7th house, jhené aiko - venus in 5th house , kanye west - venus in 10th house, prince - venus in 6th house, paul mccartney (the beatles) - venus in 9th house (squ moon), grimes - venus in 6th house, fergie - venus in 10th house, iggy azalea - (unknown), jessie j - venus in 12th house, baekhyun (exo-k) - venus in the 12th house, cyndi lauper - venus in 3rd house (opp. moon), lil nas x - venus in 11th house (tri. moon)

MOON IN 2ND HOUSE

beyoncé - moon in scorpio, dua lipa - moon in cancer, christina aguilera - moon in taurus, jennifer lopez - moon in scorpio, jaden smith - moon in capricorn, kid cudi - moon in capricorn, ozzy osbourne (black sabbath) - moon in capricorn, becky g - moon in sagittarius, jaehyun (nct) - moon in taurus, rosé (blackpink) - moon in aries, youngjae (got7) - moon in scorpio, summer walker - moon in aqaurius, troye sivan - moon in virgo, meghan trainor - moon in aries, perrie edwards - moon in aries, victoria monét - moon in virgo, ashe - moon in gemini, jae (day6) - moon in taurus, august alsina - moon in sagittarius, mitski - moon in capricorn, anne-marie - moon in virgo, lizzo - moon in virgo

VENUS IN 2ND HOUSE

jisoo (blackpink) - venus in scorpio, erykah badu - venus in capricorn, kid cudi - venus in capricorn, elvis presley -venus in capricorn, paris hilton - venus in aquarius, demi lovato - venus in virgo, björk - venus in capricorn, elton john - venus in aquarius, sting (the police) - venus in virgo, kesha - venus in capricorn, thom yorke (radiohead) - venus in scorpio, anthony kiedis (red hot chili peppers) - venus in scorpio, aurora - venus in gemini, big sean - venus in taurus, denzel curry - venus in capricorn, bryson tiller - venus in aquarius, 21 savage - venus in sagittarius, miranda lambert - venus in libra

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main masterlist

#taurus moon #taurus venus #taurus #moon in 2nd house #venus in 2nd house #astro notes #astrology #astro tumblr #astro community #astro observations #astro placements #astroblr #astrology notes #astrology observations

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 months

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Language, drugs & alcohol

Previous Chapter

Chapter 12- Unexpected News

Once the Theatre of Pain tour ended. Everyone went their separate ways.

Tommy had Heather. Mick had his new girlfriend. Vince had Sharise and Skylar. And you had them as well. But Nikki? You weren't sure who he had when he was home after the tour.

The bassist rarely answered your calls. And when he did answer it was always a guessing game as to how fucked up he was. Some days he was perfectly fine, and you'd talk together for hours. Other days, he was completely off his face and babbled nonsense through the phone until you hung up.

Nikki Sixx was going down a dark path and you had no idea how to help him. Not that he would accept your help if you tried.

It wasn't until a few months later that the band all met up again for Tommy and Heathers wedding.

It was the biggest wedding you had ever been to. There were over 500 guests and Tommy was so incredibly happy, and you were happy for him, despite feeling a little jealous. You couldn't have Tommy. You couldn't have Nikki either. But Tommy deserved to be happy even if it wasn't with you. And Heather made him happy.

The only problem on the wedding day was Nikki. The best man. He was as high as a fucking kite.

When you first arrived at the venue you could instantly tell that Nikki was strung out because he wasn't saying much. Nikki liked to talk. If he wasn't talking, it meant he was fucked up. And as the afternoon proceeded, it became apparent at how fucked up he actually was.

Vince and Mick were the groomsmen and Tommy had asked you to be the grooms-woman, if that was even a proper word. He wanted you to be up there with him and the guys and at first you were a little apprehensive about it. Heather probably wouldn't want her soon to be husband having a girl as a groomsman, especially considering the things you and Tommy used to get up to behind her back.

You should feel guilty about that.

Tommy cheated on her with you too many times to count, but you didn't feel bad about it which should probably be concerning. Any normal person would feel guilty, right? But you were just grateful for the time you got to spend with the drummer, even though it was only short lived.

The guys were wearing matching black suits, so you had gotten a tailored black suit to match them as well. You thought about wearing a black dress but figured a suit would be better to blend in with the other groomsmen.

"I think I'm ready." Heather announced.

You lowered your makeup brush and took one last look at yourself in the mirror. You didn't go overboard with the makeup, just light foundation, black eyeliner and mascara. The scars on your face had faded but were still very visible and made you feel self-conscious even after all this time, but you tried not to think about it.

"Want me to see if the guys are ready?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder to where she was standing across the room with her bridesmaids.

Heather looked beautiful. Her blonde hair was styled nicely, and the long white dress hugged her body outlining her curves perfectly.

Tommy was lucky to have her. It hurt to admit it, but it was true.

Heather smiled, "that would be great. Thanks, Y/N."

You left the room and made your way down the corridor to the room that the guys had claimed as their own when you first arrived earlier this morning.

Thankfully, they were all dressed and seemed to be sitting around on the couches waiting for the ceremony to start. Well, Mick and Vince were sitting. Nikki seemed to be passed out on the other couch and Tommy was fixing his tie in the mirror.

"Heather's ready." You announced, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you guys good to go?"

Tommy glanced over his shoulder at your voice and his face lit up with his usual bright smile as he took in your black suit before nodding.

"Nikki, let's hit it." Tommy announced, still fiddling with his tie as he glanced at Mick and Vince. "Are you guys ready?"

They both nodded but you were too busy staring at Nikki to notice. He had lost weight since the last time you saw him all those months ago. His face now thinner and paler than you remembered.

"Yo, best man. Let's go. I got a wife waiting. Come on!"

Nikki didn't respond though. He was totally passed out on the couch with his sunglasses covering his closed eyes.

You knew his addiction was getting bad. But you wouldn't have thought that he would shoot up during his best friend's wedding.

"You fucking kidding me?" Tommy muttered under his breath before he walked over and lifted the bassist's sunglasses slapping his face gently. "Hey, Nikki. Wake up, asshole!"

"What the fuck, dude?" Nikki groaned, blinking his eyes open.

"Jesus!" Tommy swore turning away and going back to fixing his tie.

"I'm good." Nikki mumbled pulling the sunglasses off his head as he groggily sat up. "It's all good."

"You're most definitely not all good, man. But, whatever, just clean- Hey!"

Nikki tripped over the glass coffee table in his effort to stand, sending the items crashing to the floor loudly as he struggled to his feet.

"Jesus, Sixx." You whispered under your breath watching him worriedly.

It had been a long time since you saw Nikki this fucked up. Not even on tour at the clubs and bars was he usually this bad.

Tommy leant over and grabbed the bassist by the collar of his shirt, "get your shit together. I don't want Heather to be embarrassed, okay?"

"I'm embarrassing? Cool." Nikki slurred taking a sip of his beer that you hadn't realised he grabbed.

"Drummer, come here." You pushed yourself away from the doorframe and walked over to Tommy and motioned to his tie that he was struggling with.

He nodded his thanks as you reached up and began to tie it carefully for him while he glared over his shoulder at the bassist who was now spilling beer while waving his bottle around.

"Let's go marry your fancy ass TV chick in this fancy ass hotel."

"Hey, are you gonna do this on the happiest day of my life, asshole?" Tommy snapped, turning away from you before you could finish as he faced Nikki.

"The happiest day of your life? The happiest day of your life was when I let you join my band."

"Sixx, shut the fuck up." You warned.

Tommy sighed, pulling his half-tied tie completely off in frustration before he turned to look at Mick and Vince.

"Shall I get someone else to stand up there with me or what?"

Vince shook his head, "don't look at me, man."

"I'll do it, Drummer." Mick declared standing up from his seat.

"I-I've already got the fucking rings. Let's just go." Nikki sighed.

Tommy stared at his best man for a moment before he turned and marched out the room without a word. You shared a quick look with your brother and Mick before following him out.

Standing up the front between Vince and Nikki during the ceremony wasn't too bad. The location was right by the beach and the fresh air seemed to be helping Nikki a little, but you had to grab hold of his arm during the vows to stop him from falling over.

He didn't comment on you practically holding him up but seemed to appreciate it though and to your relief, he didn't make any scenes or cause any issues during the ceremony.

After the ceremony, the real party started.

The guys were pretty drunk and having a wonderful time. Tommy had seemed to either forgiven Nikki for earlier or was simply now too drunk to care, either way, the two of them were laughing with their arms around each other's shoulders across the crowd.

Dinner was bought out later that night, some kind of slow cooked meat that usually would have smelt wonderful but only made you feel nauseous.

"Are you okay?" Heather asked, looking over at you as you stared at your plate of food trying not to throw up.

Food never had this kind of impact on you. And you hadn't drunk much either, so why did you feel sick?

"I-I..." You tried to say before you abruptly stood up and rushed off to the bathroom.

You barely made it to the toilet in time before throwing up the little food you had inside. Your stomach churned violently, and you spat into the toilet before flushing away the horrible stench and resting your face down against the cool porcelain lid breathing heavily.

Throwing up wasn't unusual for you. Migraines had that side effect, except, you didn't have a migraine.

"Y/N?" Heathers voice worriedly called out from the main door. "I bought you some water. Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You sighed, pushing yourself away from the toilet before leaning your back against the stall wall just as Heather poked her head around the corner with concerned eyes.

"Here. Have something to drink."

You grabbed the glass with shaky hands and took a small sip trying to wash away the horrible aftertaste.

"You know, my friend used to get sick whenever she smelt pork while she was pregnant." Heather suddenly said, and it took your foggy brain a moment to catch on before your eyes widened.

"What?"

She smiled, "it's okay. I won't tell anyone. How far along are you?"

"I-I... I'm not... I can't be... oh, fuck." You went through a million different emotions within the span of five seconds.

Your period was late. Your pants were getting too tight. That bad food poisoning that lasted for a couple of weeks... holy shit.

"You didn't know?" Heather asked gently a small frown on her face. "If you don't mind me asking, who's the father? I didn't think you were dating anyone."

And then your stomach dropped, and you felt like you were going to be sick all over again.

Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee.

Oh, dear God.

You hadn't done anything with anyone else since... no. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.

Denial.

That had become your coping mechanism.

Complete and total denial.

That tactic worked, until another month passed, and your stomach was beginning to balloon out into a small bump that was getting harder and harder to hide.

You were yet to take an actual pregnancy test to confirm what Heather had suspected, but you didn't need to. It was pretty fucking clear what was happening despite how badly you wished it wasn't.

Vince was hosting another party at his beach front mansion. The thought of being around drunk idiots while not drinking yourself did not sound fun, but you knew Vince would be suspicious if you didn't show up. So, you pulled on a large jacket and went to your brother's house.

The party was loud and rowdy. It was filled with booze, drugs and too many people for your liking.

So that was how you ended up out on the beach behind his house to get away from all the noise while trying to figure out what the fuck you were going to do.

Tommy was off on his honeymoon with Heather. Nikki was at the party and injecting in the bathroom. And Vince was about five beers down while snorting lines off the table... there was no way in hell you could tell them about this.

You sat on the cool sand under the moonlight watching waves crash along the shore in front of you. Music from the party thumped in the background behind you, Too Fast for Love playing for the fourth time tonight because Vince was in control of the playlist.

"What's going on, kid?"

You glanced over your shoulder to find Mick walking down from the house to where you were sitting near the water. He had a bottle of vodka in his hand but didn't seem half as drunk as the rest of the people in that house.

"Just thinking." You sighed, looking back out at the ocean as stars shimmered brightly in the sky above it.

Mick didn't say anything else before he carefully eased himself down onto the sand beside you, wincing a little at the pain in his back, but he sat down despite it and joined in watching the ocean.

"I've got three kids." He suddenly said after a few minutes of silence and your heart stopped.

He knew.

How the fuck did Mick Mars figure it out?

"I've been around pregnant women before. I can tell." He continued to say as if he could sense your thoughts. "That and, you can usually drink me under the table with rum and you haven't touched it at all tonight."

You chuckled softly but remained silent not knowing what to say.

"Tommy or Nikki?"

And there it was. The golden question you had been asking yourself since the wedding.

"I honestly don't know." You admitted before shaking your head at yourself and wrapping your arms around your knees resting your chin on top. "You must think I'm a horrible person."

"No." Mick answered and he sounded truthful. "None of my kids were planned either."

You tilted your head towards him, "do you regret having them?"

It was a horrible question, but you remembered how the older man had been struggling all those years ago when Mötley Crüe first formed. He went from sleeping on park benches struggling to pay child support to... well, he wasn't on park benches anymore.

"At the time? Yeah. It wasn't my choice, and I was broke." Mick answered honestly. "But now? I can't imagine my life without them."

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt tears starting to rise in your eyes. You quickly looked away not wanting the older man to see you cry.

"I don't know what to do, Mick." You said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted kids. Tommy is married and Nikki... I don't know. I don't know what to do."

Suddenly, Mick wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you into his side without a word and that was all it took before you broke down.

How were you meant to tell Tommy and Nikki? How the hell were you meant to tell Vince? How the fuck were you even meant to raise a child? Sure, you were good with Skylar, but that was different. You had no idea what you were doing, and you had no idea what you wanted to do either.

"It's gonna be okay, kid." Mick whispered, rubbing your back gently.

You leant against the older man and cried silently in his arms, but Mick never judged you for it. He kept whispering soothing words to you and allowed you to let out your emotions.

Nikki Sixx was banging on your front door before the sun was even up the following morning.

"Y/N! Open the door! We need to talk." He shouted from outside. "I know you're home. Answer the door."

You sighed, rolling over in bed hoping if you ignored him for long enough, he would simply leave.

You were not in the mood to deal with Nikki's intoxicated state because if he was awake this early that meant he hadn't gone to bed since the party which meant he was either drunk or high or both. Probably both. When you were leaving last night, Nikki was so fucked up. Hell, he could barely walk straight.

"Y/N! Come on!" He continued to shout, knocking loudly against the front door.

Fucking hell.

You sighed before kicking your blankets off and sitting up as a rush of nausea hit you like a truck. Morning sickness was a real bitch.

After throwing up the little contents in your stomach and brushing your teeth to get rid of the horrible taste in your mouth, you were surprised to hear Nikki still knocking on your front door. He was determined, you'd give him credit for that.

Pulling on your dressing gown covering your pyjamas and small baby bump, you made your way across the house and pulled open the front door.

Nikki was pacing along the porch looking stressed out of his mind but also extremely high. That shouldn't have been a surprise considering how much he was snorting last night on top of whatever he had injected in the bathroom.

"Do you know how early it is?" You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands.

Nikki spun around not having heard the door open, and he was marching straight past you into the house without saying a single word.

Okay. That was weird.

You watched him walk to the main room of your house before you closed the front door and joined him, but Nikki was still pacing along the back of the couch, not looking at you.

"What's going on, Sixx?" You asked hesitantly.

Something was definitely wrong.

The bassist eventually stopped pacing and turned to face you properly. He looked wrecked and you knew it wasn't just because of the drugs.

"I had an interesting talk with Mick last night after you left."

Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

"Nikki-"

"Were you ever going to tell me?" He asked, and his voice sounded so broken you wanted to cry.

"I-I don't even know myself. I haven't taken a test." You admitted, despite not needing a test to confirm it.

Nikki nodded, rubbing his face with his hands as he took in a deep shaky breath and returned to pacing the length of your living room. He was freaking out. That was valid, but you had no idea how to calm him down because you were still trying to process it too.

"How-how long have you known?" He eventually asked while still pacing with his arms folded across his chest.

"A month."

"A whole fucking month?!" He whirled around, his eyes wide in sudden burning anger that had you flinching back on instinct. "You've known for a month, and you never thought to fucking tell me?"

You raised your hands to try and calm him but before you could say anything he was already shouting.

"You didn't think it was important enough for me to know? I mean, fuck, Y/N. Does Tommy know? Do you even know who's fucking baby it is? Are you going to keep it, or terminate it? Are you-"

"Sixx, stop! I don't know. I... I... fuck. I don't fucking know!" You shouted back at him matching his anger because if you didn't get angry then you were going to start crying. And you did not want to start crying in front of him.

"Jesus Christ!" He swore throwing his arms in the air in frustration. "What do you fucking know then?"

"I know that you are fucked up right now. So, get out." You ordered pointing at the front door.

"No. We need to talk about this!"

"We can talk once you're sober." You sighed, all the anger deflating out of you as you walked over and opened the door for him. "Go home, Sixx. Get some sleep and come back when you're not high or drunk, okay?"

Nikki hesitated, his dull eyes shifting between you and the door before he reluctantly nodded and left the house without saying or shouting anything further. You had expected him to fight and argue more but were relieved that he didn't.

You were not in the right state of mind for this argument.

Nikki had questions, but right now, you couldn't give him any answers even if you wanted to.

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A/N: before you all come at me for this pregnancy jump scare, just wait for the next chapter.

This is NOT a pregnancy/baby fic (not that there is anything wrong with those fics) but I know a lot of people hate that trope and I don't want to spoil anything but just trust me and wait for the next chapter.

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