VELVET CROWBAR

Matilda Lilith Cormier, daughter of mayhem and debauchery

[ofthcrns-blog]

A small groan left the girls lips. How did she end up on the ground? She had been walking out of her tent, beginning to make her way into town, and then… nothing. Sitting up slowly, she held the back of her head with one hand, pulling her knees to her chest with the other. A soft ringing was in her ears, but she quickly got used to it, and decided to just sit there, waiting for the dizziness and blurry-ness left so she could go back to her tent.

Tilly rarely got a day off and even when they were offered to her, the woman rarely took them. She worked for reasons unknown to others and cared for people most thought were dangerous, Tilly never took a day off. However today the diner had closed early, what with the recent death in town and the sadness it brought, the diner wasn’t seeing much business and Tilly was at odds with what to do with her time. She’d made her way into town when she saw the girl before her, she looked uneasy and dare the redhead say a little disoriented, carefully Tilly allowed herself to approach.

“You alright there darlin’, lookin’ a little pale sweet cheeks.”

[dasiphora]

The Breakfast Club(1985)

[ofthcrns-blog]

disparateminded

He barely registered the other voice as the girl knelt down to pick up each individual little red pill. His head was swimming with them, he kept hearing when the bottle crashed on the floor. When he saw her hand in his face, he smiled, barely. “Yes, I–,” he took the pills from her and picked up the bottle and lid in his lap, pouring the pills back into it. Then he reached for his jacket.

"You don’t need to go darlin’.” Tilly urged the boy as she saw him reach for his jacket, her concern very much evident upon her features and yet her old school remedy still peeled past her lips. “Stay, eat something, you’re all skin and bones, look at ya’.”

[ofthcrns-blog]

princeofmayhcm:

“How could I forget you, darlin’?” His thoughts had slipped through his lips. Watching the red-haired goddess hum sweet lullabies, smother his son with a mother figure, protect him like he was her ow blood and bones, Nate couldn’t help but drift into thought. Thought of life without Tilly, the dark-haired boy in his cot had no chance, no mother, no father. Placing a soft kiss on Jimmy’s porcelain forehead, Nate exited his sons room, closing the door gently behind him, not wanting to wake the angel from his slumber.

“I can never get him to sleep that quick and when I do, he wakes up half an hour later.” Accent rich, husky as brunette brows plucked upwards as the prince of mayhem opened the snow white refrigerator. Fingers curled around a bottle of chilled beer, popping off the cap, he raised the rim to tender lips. Almond hues fixated on the red-haired vixen, the embodiment of an old lady that every damn club member thirsted after, the angel that had taken Jimmy under her wings.

“What’s your poison, babe?” His own wasn’t the beer cradled in his hand, not a glass of whisky nor bourbon, but the woman before him. Wanting nothing more than to indulge on her, every inch and curve of her body. It was a challenge in itself, she was carved from gold with hues like diamonds, a woman who was not easily woo’ed, she knew her worth and Nate would spend the rest of his anarchy-filled life proving that he was worthy of such a goddess.

There had been many nights since the death of her mother that Tilly had stay up thinking what her life would’ve been like if her mother hadn’t died. Would she still be the hell on heels she was, would she have cared for Nate’s child, would she have finished school? Whenever she looked down at Jimmy or caught a glimpse as she did her eyeliner, Tilly made sure that even if she wouldn’t ever be their mother, she would make sure they never missed one. They wouldn’t miss that love and that devotion, they wouldn’t think about what ifs and imagine scenarios in place of the real thing, laying the lump down, Tilly felt every choice that she had ever made or had been made for had lead to this moment and she reasoned with her fate because this child was more than anyone deserved. 

“Magic Fingers.” Tilly spoke with a soft giggle once the door was shut behind him, she gestured to her manicured hands however working at the diner really did a number on her nails. Looking down at her hands, Tilly remembered every greasy part she put on her bike with it, all the braids she made for Harri when she was younger, the way her hands smoothed her fathers head when he spoke of their mother and how jimmy clutch on to every finger. Her hands could tell stories, write legends, speak gospels. Yet the pale fingers only wanted to touch one thing, the flesh of none other than Nate Ashby. Tucking them behind her, Tilly smiled at him as she caught his lingering gaze, leaning against his counter the redhead reading where his adoration stopped and the secret desire began.

“Beer would be more than sufficient.” The redhead spoke with a deep groan escaping her as she stretched her arms above her, believe it or not being a waitress did terrible things for your back, before he could hand her the cold drink, Tilly propped herself up onto his counter. Her heels swung as her back reset against the cabinets behind her, her bright hair like a halo around her as she looked at him, hoping her eyes didn’t give way what she hid behind them. “How were things today? Any major developments.” Normally Tilly asked her father the things over a late night drink, however the redhead wasn’t at the Cormier house and this wasn’t her father. Long jaw dropping legs crossed in front of her as she awaited his response.

[princeofmayhcm-blog]

He should not have harvested the attraction, the admiration, the adoration he did for her. Hell, she was the embodiment of every members dream old lady. Fierce, devoted, motherly, but of course whenever a brother dared to comment on it, they were met with an icy glare from Ray. His daughters were his goddamn sunshine, the lights that made the anarchy bearable, justifiable. 

Nate respected Ray more than a boy did his biological father, the man who Nate had first approached when met with the news his ex was pregnant, met with the news he would be a father. It was Ray who drove to the cheap motel to pick Nate out of a puddle of liquor and cigarettes to tell him to evolve into the man a kid needed, evolve into the father he had been to the prospects of the club for previous years. 

It was for that reason that Nate hadn’t acted on his desire for the daughter of the President Cormier. He would take a bullet for her, kill for her, crack a man’s skull, she was the strawberry darling that nursed Jimmy as a newborn. The mother that soothed his cries, fed his little tummy and gave him the love his biological mother wasn’t capable of. Tilly made being a single father easy, made Nate question why turning his back on Jimmy was ever an option. 

Given there were the nights were Jimmy’s cries were drowned out by the screaming of Tilly and Nate, she had her fathers temper, never backing down from an argument, reminding you that she was the best damn thing to walk into your life. But mostly, he was met with the nights he’d kiss his boys forehead and watch as Tilly would tuck the sleeping bundle into bed, he could swear it was those moments that made him fall for her. Those moments where he’d fight the craving to grab her waist, taste her lips, whisper sweet nothings into her ears. 

But the club came first, respecting Ray came first, he would have to learn to bite his tongue and seal his lips no matter how much they wanted to be between her thighs. Leaning against one of the few pool tables, the VP’s lips twisted in their usual half-smile as Jimmy’s toffee eyes lit up as he nodded his tiny head at the woman Nate would dare call his mother. Her value in family illustrated again and again, Ray calling out to ‘take care of his girl’, a reminder that Tilly belonged to no man but her dad. “Will do, Pres.” Nate acknowledge, a wave of a hand in return. 

“You mind takin’ the kid in the car? I’ll follow on my bike.” Spoken after a small ruffle of Jimmy’s brunette locks. Tilly wasn’t dumb, hell, she was the smartest woman he knew, she was aware that Nate held a flame for her, but her failure to turn down his pathetic excuses for her company allowed Nate to indulge on the idea that his heart wasn’t the only one in this.

The trip was short, goggles, helmet and the cut on his back reminding the townsfolk who he was, who the Men of Mayhem are. Returning to the house where Jimmy was conceived, where Tilly had helped raise the baby into the boy he is, Nate locked up his Harley and gave Jimmy a kiss. “Night buddy.” Body against the door frame, light in his chocolate irises watching the beauty queen with his boy. “Thanks for this, babe. Really, you’re a damn miracle.”

[ofthcrns-blog]

When Tilly told her father she would be leaving with Nate, it was met without a second thought. Of course she was going, she had to help take care of the little babe. Originally the transition from her father’s home had been a tad difficult for the man to accept, only because he would miss his girl, the first few month after Jimmy’s birth, the redhead was a busy bee. Taking care of the child all day and afternoon, working all night until the sun was rising, when she came to her father’s home Harri was getting ready for school and Tilly was making sure she had a stomach full and cash in hand, the rest of her day had been spent cleaning up after her father and Harri. Washing clothes and cooking meals, changing bedsheets and throwing out spoiled leftovers. She had been a machine, hardly anymore than an hour or two of sleep, taking after the men in the club house as well, always making sure everything was stocked, everyone was fed. 

It didn’t take the woman long to realize that without her, this club might have gone down hill. Grown men could be accounted for violence and brotherhood, they however couldn’t be counted on feeding themselves actual meals and keeping their clothes clean. As she kissed her father goodnight, Tilly looked at him well, his face always telling her if there was a need to worry. Sometimes when he had an important choice to make, her confided in his daughter over midnight breakfast, asking her to love him no matter what. The redhead always promised she would, Tilly would love him until the end of time. Tilly would love him even if meant never telling Nate how she felt, love him even if she could never allow herself to kiss him, to touch him, to love him no matter how much her heart told her she did. 

“’Course, no bikes for you yet right darlin’?” Her smile bright as she returned to him after he farewells, taking the sweet boy into her arms. The boy cooed at her and repeated her name in the most magical sound she had ever heard, as she strapped him into his seat, the redhead kissed him repeatedly, missing him every time she wasn’t around him. Soon enough they were back at Nate’s home, in a way Tilly’s home since the birth of Jimmy. As soon as she had pulled up, the redhead could hear the boy’s yawns, oh yeah he was ready for a bottle and his crib. Once fed, Tilly rocked him, her sweet lullaby singing voice carried as they turned to see his father against the doorframe, exhaustion in his eyes and yet there still that spark of admiration she always saw whenever he took a glance at her. A silent surge of joy it brought her, knowing that she wasn’t alone in this, that he saw her, he saw her and admired what he saw. 

“Goodnight Daddy...” Tilly whispered in return for the child and then found that charming smile again, of course Tilly Cormier was a miracle, a walking god sent. A soft short giggle escaped her as she raised her shoulders with her response, “And don’t you forget it, Ashby.” As the child completely dozed off in her arms, the woman turned away from his father to place him in his bed, tucking the angel away as her song ended, kissing his forehead and wishing him sweet dreams. 

[disparateminded]

He’d been halfway into his day before he realized he hadn’t taken his anti-psychotics. He was sitting in a diner when the frenzy set in, a resolute need to get them into his system as quickly as possible, for fear a few more moments would turn him crazy. As he took the pills out of his back pack, his hands were shaking too much to remove the lid—until Darius put more force into it. The lid and bottle separated, flying from his hands and dotting the floor of the diner as Darius looked on in shocked fear.

[ofthcrns-blog]

The redhead rarely took this shift, the club needed her throughout most of the day as well as her bouncing babe back home, but Glinda another waitress had come down with a stomach bug and Tilly knew that if she needed a shift covered, Glinda always had her back. With her fast paced life, she never knew when she was going to need that coverage, so here she found herself mid day, working and smiling and greeting. Her job wasn’t the most glamorous but it was her job and she made the most of it. Setting a plate down by the busing station, Tilly shot up right at the sound of behind her, her eyes meeting the gaze of a distressed young man.

“Let me get that for you, darlin’.” Her caring words paired with a soft smile, Tilly picked up the pills one by one, holding her skirt down to keep it from riding up. In a flash she had the pills in her hand, holding them out to the boy. “Everything alright, darlin’?”

[princeofmayhcm-blog]

“C’mon little guy.” His voice bled through the garage of the club house, only moments later to see a mop of brunette curls appear from behind Ray’s bike, Jimmy’s tiny legs sprinting to meet his dads arms. “We’re good for tonight lads?” Lifting the toddler up whose slender fingers instantly clutched onto the VP’s ‘Vice President’ patch, Nate double-checked with the handful of members present in the garage, only to receive a ‘go home with your boy’ in return. 

He was a father first, the club knew that, but the toddler perched on his hip didn’t stop him from taking pride in the cut on his chest, the one that placed him a step behind Ray, several in front of his other brothers. Regardless, tonight was a simple task, finalising the gun deal with the Mexicans, nothing the club couldn’t handle without their VP present.

Wondering back inside the club house, it didn’t take long for Jimmy to wriggle out of his fathers grip when he caught sight of the strawberry blonde beauty queen. “Tilly!” The nearly four-year was gone with that, Nate’s own hues sparkling at the sight and his tobacco-stained lips pulling themselves into a grin. “Work never ends for you, babe.” A simple comment slipped through tender lips as he inched closer to the vixen. 

“Since the guys are givin’ me the night off, I have to have an early start tomorrow to take the mornin’ work. I was hopin’ you wouldn’t mind comin’ back with me and Jimmy tonight, you know, I don’t want him to have to wake up at dawn for me and you know how he adores you and your cookin’ darlin’. No one makes breakfast quite like Tilly Cormier.”

[princeofmayhcm-blog]

[ofthcrns-blog]

Her stride was casual as she furthered herself towards the club house, passing bikes are bikes, having ridden on them all. To an outsider it would look like a goddess strutting into oil and trouble, in some way it was, but to Tilly it was a walk of familiarity, her very first steps taken on this landmark, everything Tilly Cormier was had been made in this place. Every scrape from running into her daddy’s arms, the first she had gotten herself covered in oil much to her mother’s dismay as the white dresses were never the same, this place was more holy to her than any church would ever be. Sure her mother would sometimes pull Tilly along on Sundays but Tilly found her altar between the bikes and the booze cabinet, had prayed not to the heavenly father but to her father than in her eyes had always been the true king.

It was a godless way to live, or at least that’s what the people of this town would say. Matilda had never been more touched by the spirit then when her heels found the club’s pavement, never felt closer to a higher power than in this instant, in this place. As she released her hair from the tight pony tail, Tilly came face to face with a pair of boys who had more than a special place in her heart. It was just the sight of them that pulled the most brilliant smile from her very soul, as the fire-like curls cascaded around her face, Tilly instantly felt her arms open for the sweet child in his arms. 

There was this unexplainable yearning whenever she saw the angel, a deep almost unbearable ache in her chest until the little babe was resting against it. Then there was his father, that by her own father’s definition was the greatest man in this town, a man her father had not known would steal his daughter’s heart in his lone wolf stride, how the very first glance he had dropped her way had sealed an unspoken fate between them. Sure most girls were taught to be unable to spot admiration or how a man would devote himself to her in a second, other girls had been taught to make themselves so small they became clueless to their own beauty and most of all their own divinity, Cormier girls hadn’t. Tilly’s daddy had made sure his daughters knew they were the goddess on this sinful earth, that the sun rose and fell for them, most of all that they would always be too good for any man, no matter how great he had been a second ago up until related back to his daughter.

So when Tilly caught that look in Nate’s eyes, the one that told her even in this waitress get up, she was still stealing the show. By the time his lame excuses had made their way to her ears, her arms weren’t her arms anymore but home to the softness of the life he had made, her eyes bright for his boy, knowing for him. He didn’t need to make up excuses about her All Star cooking skills or how the club needed him early, while they both might’ve been true they didn’t matter, underneath his words was his tone, was the small pocket of understanding only they both possessed, almost like a secret channel. He didn’t want her to come home with him because he wanted her to make him breakfast, he wanted her to be his breakfast. No sugar coating needed.

“Is that true Jimmy?” The redhead cooed the boy as she kissed his small nose, he smelled like baby power and his father’s cologne. There was an exchange of glances between herself and the child that said a novel worth of understand, however no words were spoken. 

“Breakfast at the Ashby’s it is then, let me just say goodbye to my daddy, Darlin’.” Tilly spoke as she approached him then, slowly she leaned into him, a soft lingering kiss upon his cheek, his child fidgeting in her arms. Pulling back to look into his eyes, Tilly held out the boy to him, her father had a strict goodnight policy, if you hadn’t kicked the bucket yet you came to say goodnight. It was the rule. 

[targaryenhouse]

[alyssa-and-allison-deactivated2]

“Oh yes I’m fine, I’m just not use to such hospitality.” She tried to smile at the girl but her shock was still evident. She was surprised to find such a beautiful girl working in a place like this and was shocked even more at her kindness. She could see the waitress was confused as well, at this hour women were usually home with their families, but being at the freak show her life wasn’t exactly ordinary. 

The girls walk in front of her was a strong stride of power and elegance. She basked in the redheads glow her confidence almost overpowering. This girl was like no other she had ever met. She wanted to ask her how she got this way but her shyness got the best of her. “It’s nice to meet you, and ugh sure I’ll have some water, if that’s alright.”

[ofthcrns-blog]

"Oh don’t worry, here in Jupiter most folks have the legendary stick up their ass.” The lighthearted vulgarity in her words made the redhead chuckle as she took her strut with every ounce of Cormier power behind it, she had been raised on whiskey and profanity, censoring herself now would just be disrespectful. As she watched the brunette settle herself, Tilly found the woman’s demeanor delightful, a beautiful woman unaware of the power she held in one palm. Tilly could tell that just in her gaze, how girls were raised without dirt and glory wasn’t something Tilly understood, then again she knew nothing of this woman besides the beauty that radiated from her.

“Water is fine, I’ll grab that for you right away.” Setting a set of silverware down for the woman, Tilly placed the menu right in front of her. With a bright smile, the redhead went to grab the woman’s drink. Back as quickly as she went, Tilly found herself always welcoming this time of night to work, with not so many customers she could get down to their level and actually speak to them. Have polite conversations and even make friendships went she wasn’t busting her ass around this whole diner.

“Brought some lemons just incase you take your water with that darlin’, any luck with that menu?”

[abodyshouldnt]

Andy hadn’t realized until she’d walked into the diner that she had been here before. That wasn’t surprising because living here as long as she had, there were few places she hadn’t been. It brought back familial memories that she would have preferred to forgotten, distracting her from the words of the waitress greeting her.

“Table-top please,” her lips formed the words out of habit, before she had even really decided which she would have liked.

[ofthcrns-blog]

It was strange to see a woman out past this hour, while the redhead wasn’t at all phased by the darkness and what could lurk about, she found that most women were taught to stay in after six thirty. With a nod, Tilly lead the young woman to the nearest table top, offering her a brilliant smile. That was one of the first things people noticed about the Cormier girls, their heavily pigmented hair and the enchanting smiles they could posses. While Harri might be a little rougher around the edges, Tilly always fancied a smile over a scowl. 

“I’m Tilly, I’ll be your waitress tonight if that’s fine by you sweets.”

[archaiiic]

( &&the devious one )

“Do you think it’s a little late to be out here all by your lonesome?”

[ofthcrns-blog]

“The darkness doesn’t bother me, darlin’.”

[alyssa-and-allison-deactivated2]

Alyssa hadn’t been to town in awhile, she had grown comfort in the isolation of being at the freak show, surrounded by like minded people. She looked at the waitress in front of her, a perfect smile plastered on her face. This waitress was new, different from what she was used to. Here in town she was used to grumpy old ladies ignoring her for at the least thirty minutes. She could tell the shock on her face was obvious as she answered. 

“Oh um booth will be fine, thank you…” 

[ofthcrns-blog]

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You alright there?” Tilly commented on her woman’s appearance as she pulled menus from the small slip they were placed in. It wasn’t a regular thing to see a woman out by herself at this time and it was even more rare to see someone she’d never met before. Truthfully she understood the precautions some women took, not all came from the same cloth Tilly and Harri were cut from. Tilly owned the streets she walked on and knew that there was nothing to fear when you had an entire gang of bikers behind you. However a promising smile aligned the redhead’s face as she ushered her forward, bringing her to the booth as requested.

“My name is Tilly, Darlin’. I’ll be your waitress tonight, can I get you anything to start? Water, Coffee, some Pop?” Her voice rang between them both as she awaited an answer.

[ofthcrns-blog]

It was another long night shift at the diner, her usual hours were the pit of the night to the early sunrise. Tilly used very specific clientele found that once she accepted this place for what it is, she could have a laugh or two. One of her regular was sitting at the counter making his same old jokes, unaware that just last week he had told her this exact story. Blissfully, the redhead didn’t mind it as she grew a smile, grabbing his order from behind her. He was almost choking from how hard he was laughing at his own story, Tilly found the amusement not in the tale itself but in this man’s hysterical laughter. Her own escaping like golden bells as she refilled his coffee, moving from behind the counter, shaking her head as she walked further out into the diner.

“You get me every time Earl, where do you come up with this stuff?” Tilly spoke through her laughter as she swayed her hips with each step she took, always referred to as the prettiest waitress in all of Florida. “I’ll be right back with your check darlin’...” The man pleased with her most frequent term of endearment as she approached the person who had just walked in. 

“Welcome. What would you like sugar, booth or table top?”

[keirakknightley]

“Acting is somewhat mysteriously taught. There are so many different methods and systems and processes for teaching acting because it will always be an elusive art-form.”

[peppermint-penned]

Don’t do that; Don’t call me a heartbreaker. Because I know it’s a joke; of course it is. But sometimes I get in these moods, like the one I’m in now, where my world is this black and white despite the electric bursts of color I feel inside me every time I get a frustrated reply from someone new. It’s black and white; you’re either a good girl or you’re not. And for the moment, I’d much rather be the latter. Because it’s just so exhilarating, you know? I can use these soft lips and these wide eyes, professionally lined, to reel you in, only to let you down, to leave you hanging. And I swear it just feels so Goddamn good. To know that I have this power over you, over others, that I can either make or break your night, it brings me this deep level of satisfaction, knowing that you’re sitting there, waiting for me to text back while I’m shuffling through the replies of other boys in other places, because why tease just one when you can tease them all? You can go ahead, and call me a tease, call me a bitch. Those are welcome insults to me. But “heartbreaker”…“heartbreaker”…that’s the girl that I’m gonna regret being in the morning. That girl, however cool she may seem tonight, calm, collected, captivating…in the morning I’ll only think of the cruel, the cold-hearted, because this bad-girl feeling isn’t something that carries on to the next day for me, it only comes around every so often. So don’t call me a heartbreaker. Don’t encourage the side of me that wants to deceive you; because you don’t want to be next in line for heartbreak.

h.g. // scattered thoughts and feelings at 9:44 p.m., after being a little bad for a few hours (via peppermint-penned)

[lovetheworldlife]

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.

Unknown (via lovetheworldlife)

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