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[tearfallpixie]

Music of My Soul - Chapter 3: Down for the Count

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“Chris, do you really think it's a good idea for you to perform in this state? You’re sick!” I scolded him.

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” He mumbled, as he dropped his head onto the back of the couch. I had just completed his make-up for the show and now we were just waiting for our call.

“I swear to god Christopher Cerulli.” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Baby, I’ll be fine.” He repeated, taking my hands in his and kissing the backs of them, making me blush.

“We’ll know I know you’re delirious.” I murmured.

“Today and Tomorrow and then we have two days off.” He promised.

“And I will make you rest fucker.” I scowled, sitting next to him and brushing some of his already sweaty hair from his face. As my fingers brushed his forehead I could feel the heat rolling off of him.

“I won't fight you on that. I promise.” He grinned tiredly.

“Did she just get Chris to agree to a break?” I heard Vinny whisper in shock.

“Oh hush you.” I glared at the drummer. “Chris, Cause of Death might be a little too harsh for your vocals.”

“It is really screamy, man, and you can barely talk as is.” Justin agreed with me.

“What about City Lights? It's pretty gentle. Plus we haven't played it in a while.” Ryan suggested.

“I can do that.” Chris shrugged, barely lifting his head.

“Koda, can you learn that one in a matter of an hour?” Logan asked.

“I already know it.” I giggled.

“I shouldn't be surprised.” He grinned, waving at us as he left to inform the rest of the crew.

~~~~

Like we expected people lost their shit when they heard the opening notes of City Lights playing and I even saw a few tears. We got to song six which was Another Life, and by that point we could tell Chris was struggling. He was holding the mic out to the crowd a lot and at the middle of the song he knelt down at the front of the stage and dropped his head in his hands. I could see his shoulders shaking meaning he was sobbing. I went to take a step towards him but thought better of it. He looked up and watched the crowd for a moment until the song ended.

“Guys, I’m going to need your help. I hate to do this but as you can all probably tell, I’m feeling like shit tonight. I’m going to try to sing for you as much as I can but if I hold the mic out I need you guys to fill in.” He rasped. “Can you do that for me?” There were resounding cheers from the crowd and I smiled. They loved him so much they didn't care if they had to sing.

“You all are amazing.” He said. The notes for Devils Night started playing and he managed through it but on Reincarnate I saw him start swaying halfway through so I moved to his side. He gratefully threw an arm over my shoulder and finished the song clinging to me. “Koda, I can't-” He mumbled, unable to finish his sentence so I just nodded and I took the mic from him.

“Guys, I’m sorry to cut the concert short but I don't think Chrissy’s gonna make it through another song. I hope you understand.”

“Get better Chris!” Came from the crowd and he smiled. Matt came to take my guitar and Justin and Ryan came to help Chris to the green room. They laid him down on the couch while I got a hot rag for his forehead. I crouched down next to him and brushed his hair away from his face.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” I murmured.

“No. I feel like shit.” He whined.

“Get some rest then. I’ll wake you when it's time to go to the bus.” He nodded slowly and his eyes fluttered shut. The rest of us got cleaned up and showered to get all the paint and makeup off. We also made sure to take our time so that Chris could sleep as much as possible.

“Koda, I got that medicine you requested.” Matt said, stepping into the greenroom.

“You are amazing. Three bottles?” I asked and he nodded.

“Why so many?”

“Incase any of us catch it from him.” I explained, cracking the seal on the bottle and pouring some of the liquid into the medicine cup. “Hey Chrissy. Can you wake up for me?” He blearily sat up and blinked open his eyes. “I got meds. Can you drink this for me?” He took the little cup and downed the liquid before making a face.

“Ew.” He grumbled.

“I know. But I have a drink for you.” I handed him a coke that I had just opened and he took a sip.

“Thank you.” He murmured.

“No problem but you are not performing tomorrow.”

“But-”

“No. You couldn’t get through tonight's performance. We’ve already informed management.” I scolded him. He pouted like a wounded puppy but I didn't relent. “It’s final.”

“Wow. Chris replaced Ricky with female Ricky.” Ryan laughed.

“Now, lets get you back to the bus so that you can sleep more.” He grumbled some more but stood to his feet and took my hand. I didn't say anything and just led him to the bus. After helping him into his bunk I went to the front with everyone else.

“He really likes you.” Logan mused.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“If any of us tried to drag him off stage or stop a performance he would hiss a fit. He asked you to help him.” Justin told me. “The only other person who could pull that off is Ricky.”

“I’m not doing anything different. I’m just taking care of him!” I protested, trying to end the conversation but picking up my computer.

“Maybe, maybe not. But he listens to you. That means more than you know.”

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Hi i love yours fics and imagines so much 💞💞 Can i request something super sweet for my cute Vincent Sinclair? Maybe nsfw 😜

Kisses from Brazil 💕💕

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Caught

Currently you were making lunch for the boys since it was just something part of you daily chores that you did to make sure everything was in working order. You can’t remember how long you have been in the Sinclair residence but you were glad bo had spared your life and that you weren’t a wax figure by now. It was oddly quiet in the house today, no shouting or yelling from the older twin and you haven’t seen the younger twin at all today which wasn’t odd since he spends most of his time down in the basement working away , it just make you a bit worried since you haven’t seen him in a while. So putting down the two plates at the table you wiped off your hands and decided to make your way downstairs to the masked twin and see what he was up too.

Opening the door to the basement you make your way carefully down the wax steps and make sure to watch out for the candles. All you were able to hear was the bubbling of wax and soft panting sounds as if someone was out of breathe. You peaked into the room and stepped in before you had said anything “hey Vincent lunch is rea-“ and your voice was cut off by whines and soft moans coming from the other side of the room so naturally you follows it. Only to come face to face with Vincent with his pants down to his knees , cock in one hand and a pair of your missing panties you lost a while ago. All blood seemed to rush to your face as you watched. Vincent seemed to get out of the trance he was in and immediately stoped trying to cover himself up. Your body seems to move on it’s own, closing up the gap between you two. “You don’t need to cover up vinny, if you needed help you could’ve asked me” you said as the tall man looked down at you with curious eyes

You wore a skirt that day and it was easy to slip off the panties you wore and drop them somewhere in the room. All while Vincent watch your could have swore his cock got harder by the second “ would you like me to take care of that?” You said as your hand gently grasp it and he sucked a breath in and whines a bit , nodding. You smiled as you gently got him on the bed and straddles his hips , rubbing the tip of his swollen cock against your folds. He pants softly as he looked up at you almost begging in a way for you to do something to him, you slowly started to slid down on his cock and his hips sputters, his hands flew to hold your hips as you start to rock your hips at a fast pace. You moan and place your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you moved your hips faster while Vincent thrusted his hips against your bring you both closer to your orgasms “oh shit Vincent just like that “ you moan as you reach down and rub your clit in fast little circles “ such a good boy for me aren’t you, gonna make me cum” you whine as he slammed his hips up into you and triggered your blissful orgasm which in turn his cum painted the inside of your walls

Pants filled the room as the both of you stopped to catch your breath, you slowly got off of Vincent , his cum rolled down your thighs. He grabbed your body and held it close to him as the both of you cuddled together just in silence until he turned your face to his masked one and he placed a soft kiss onto your warm lips which you gladly returned the kiss. “ I’ve always had a crush on you” you said shyly “ I’m glad we can both see that now” you smiles as you held his large hand in your small hand “ I love you Vincent “ you said as you fell into a deep sleep. He held your body a bit tighter against his as he nuzzles your head and you could have sworn he said something along the lines of “ love you too” before you fell asleep

(Bonus!)

Bo slammed the door to the house as he walked into it , angrily he sat down at the table and started to eat what was in his plate. Until he realizes that no one was upstairs or in the kitchen. Normally s/o or Vincent would be up here but it’s quiet here so he stood up from his spot and grab the half bottle of beer that was sitting out and make his way down to the basement where he figured he brother would be. “Hey Vincent have you see-“ his words caught in his throat at he sees his twin brother naked in bed along with s/o. Taking a swig of the drink he started to laugh as he made his way back up “can’t believe he lost his cherry to her! Wait until Lester heard about it!”

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Bad Influence - Chapter Nine

Authors Note: I'm sorry if this chapter cuts off a little at the end, I was struggling for a way to round it off & set it up for the next chapter.

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Warnings: Language (as always), some drugs, lil bit of sauciness, someone being a bit pervy

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(Mick smiles once in this chapter so it deserves this gif)

*Mötley House*

I snorted up yet another fat line that Tommy had so generously laid out for me, stood up straight & rubbed my nose, giggling.

"You having fun babe?" Tommy laughed, his arm snaking around my waist, trying to hold me upright.

"The best!" I slurred, wrapping my arms around his neck, still giggling like a school girl. "Do some shots with me, T-Bone!" I yelled, blindly grabbing a bottle of whatever was closest to me & downing the first one. "I bet I can do more than you."

"You're on doll!" He chuckled, snatching the bottle away from me & taking a long, impressive swig, making me immediately rethink my drunken bet.

"Gimmie that." I mumbled, swiping the bottle back & downing another shot. I couldn't taste a damn thing but the burn felt good. "Ok, let's maybe forget the bet.. How about a game?" I exclaimed, perking up at my own idea.

"Only if we can play Never Have I Ever," Tommy grinned widely, his eyebrows wiggling as I let out an exasperated groan.

"T-Bone, come on! You know I hate that game!" I whimpered, pouting at him in hopes that I could change his mind.

"That's why it's fun, princess, because you haven't done anything!" Tommy said with a hearty laugh, playfully patting my back as I took a swipe at his arm. "I like discovering new ways to corrupt you. Last time we played this, you hadn't had a one night stand & then you went home with Vince!" He finished with a wink.

I let out an unamused laugh. "Gee thanks, look how that turned out!"

"That's not my fault, I wasn't the one grinding up against Sixx in an alleyway." He announced for everyone to hear, shrugging.

I glared at him as he smirked. "I hate you, T-Bone."

"I know! But you secretly love me underneath all that hate." He smiled, mischievously. "Ok I'll start; Never have I ever.. owned a horse."

"Oh come on! You knew that already!" I complained, taking the shot anyway. "No cheating!'

Tommy giggled, holding up his hands, caught in the act. "Ok, ok, little rich girl, I'll play fair, I promise." He paused for a second, thinking of a do-over. I watched a slow smirk spread playfully across his lips. "Never have I ever fucked Nikki Sixx."

I couldn't help my scoff. "I don't believe that for a second, I've seen the way you two look at each other." I joked, rolling my eyes, but Tommy ignored me, eagerly eyeing up the bottle clasped in my hands, waiting for me to take a shot. I let out a short, sharp laugh of victory. "T-Bone, I'm not sure what you're waiting for, I told you, I haven't slept with Nikki! We've only kissed once!" I hesitated, before awkwardly correcting myself. "Well, twice now, I guess."

Tommy let out a fake groan, the corners of his mouth turning up once again. "I thought you might be more willing to 'fess up when you're wasted."

"Nope!" I grinned, "Ok, my turn; Never have I ever made a girl squirt during a party."

"Ah Bullwinkle," Tommy sighed fondly, his mind wandering back as he proudly took a shot in her honour. "I miss that chick."

"I fuckin' don't." Mick piped up. "Crazy bitch used to throw everything when she was on one," he gestured towards the broken window, now the doorway for the stream of drunken misfits who clambered in from the Sunset Strip, looking to continue the party. "You can thank her for that, sent a fire extinguisher flying through it once when she was in one of her jealous moods."

"Yeah, maybe a don't miss her.." Tommy trailed off, grimacing at the memory. "Oh but how I miss watching that beautiful stream of cum, flying majestically through the air!" He said dramatically mimicking the spectacle with his arms as I collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"Goddamn animal." Mick grumbled, slugging, what was most likely vodka, from his usual hip flask.

"Ok, your turn T-Bone," I said, trying to regain my composure, feeling my mouth twitch with the desire to laugh as the giggles well & truly took hold.

"How about my turn." Cut in a razor sharp voice, oozing with bitterness. "Never have I ever been fucked by one member of a band & then 5 minutes later, had my tongue down another members throat." Vince laughed darkly, taking the bottle from Tommy & thrusting it at me.

Tommy jumped to my defence, standing up & putting his hand on Vinces chest. "Leave it out, man."

Vince looked down arrogantly at the hand resting warningly on his chest, before ripping it away & shoving Tommy back, throwing him a threatening glare & then turning his rage back to me. "Drink up, groupie." He spat, his eyes full of disgust.

I fixed Vince with a deadpan look, the coke & booze making me confident & cocky as I took the shot, dragging it out, not breaking eye contact once. I finished & held the bottle against Vinny's chest, gesturing for him to take it.

"There you go, I saved some. I'm sure there are a lot of other girls around here who need to take a shot for that one too." I said smoothly, unphased by his icy stare. I heard Tommy's chuckle at the same time as I caught Mick trying to hide his smirk behind his flask & both sent Vince's temper ablaze.

"It's not the same & you know it," he snarled, leaning into me, his eyes dark & his breathe laced with the smell of whiskey. "You're fucking done with this band, do you hear me?!" He shouted as he spun around & stomped off in typical diva-Vince fashion.

"Nah your not." Tommy nudged me, smiling. "Me & Mick still like you, ain't that right Mick?"

Mars wordlessly lifted his flask up & tipped in to me in agreement. I couldn't help the warm smile that spread across my face. "Thanks guys, that means a lot."

"Anytime princess. Now, let's do another line." T-Bone said gleefully, rubbing his hands together.

"Ok, but first I need to pee." I announced, standing up swaying as I regained my balance. "Line 'em up T-Bone, I'll be back in a minute."

I stumbled across the filthy living room, narrowly avoiding the empty bottles & passed out bodies that littered the floor as I made my way towards the bathroom. I reached the door & turned the handle, leaning in as I pushed it open, feeling the alcohol & drugs hit me all at once as I suddenly lost my balance & fell face first through the doorway. I lay face down on the disgusting carpet, my cheek resting on its filth as I drunkenly cackled to myself about my complete lack of grace.

"What the fuck?!"

I cringed, hearing Nikki's pissed off voice.

I stood up quickly, brushing down my skirt as I tried to figure my bearings. My eyes scanned the room, taking note of the battered band flyers, posters & cut outs that were strewn all over the walls in a disorganized fashion. There wasn't much in the way of furniture, just a beat up wardrobe & one lone lamp standing next to a double mattress on the floor. On the mattress lay a passed out girl snoring softly & a half naked Nikki, sat under the covers with some sort of notepad & pencil.

"Get the fuck out Lizzy!" He barked, his face angry with a hint of amusement that could almost go unnoticed. But not by me.

"Sorry, sorry." I slurred, eyeing up his notepad. I couldn't help my curiosity. "What're you writing?" I enquired.

"Lyrics." He snapped, eyes on his notes as he scribbled something out with a sharp exhale of breathe.

"Lemme here some!" I blurted out enthusiastically as I walked over & flopped myself down on the bottom of the mattress, my intoxication overtaking my better judgement that knew full well that Nikki wouldn't take kindly to my intrusion.

He narrowed his eyes at me warningly. "Beth, I don't like people in my room unless you're in here for the same reason she was." Nikki smirked, gesturing at the snoring brunette before giving her a shove & harshly jolting her awake. "Time to go darlin," he said bluntly, without looking at her.

The stunning brunette pulled herself groggily from the bed, grabbing her clothes as she went. As she reached the door, I watched her hesitate & turn back to look at Nikki, almost as if she wanted to say something. The pause lasted a second before she thought better of herself & left without a word.

Nikki hadn't even looked up from his writing.

"You too Angel," he gestured towards the door, raising his eyes slightly to look into mine. "I'm busy."

"But I wanna hear your writing!" I whined, shuffling up the bed to lie next to him, resting my spinning head on the battered pillow.

"Don't get yourself comfortable, your ass is leaving." Nikki scowled, but I couldn't help noticing a hint of that infamous smirk dancing around the corners of his lips as his eyes appreciated the sight of me in his bed. "Since when are you interested in my music? You hate metal."

"Just because I'm not a metal fan, doesn't mean I can't be interested in the process that goes into making it." I shrugged, toying with the lace that was woven into the bust of my top. His eyes drifted to the skin peeking out from beneath it, his gaze lingering there a little longer than it should've before he shook his head, turning his attention back to his notes.

"Fine. I'm writing some stuff for the new album, it's gonna be called 'Shout At The Devil'."

"Oo edgy!" I mocked, prodding his bare chest playfully.

Nikki scowled, unimpressed with my joke. "Don't ask about my work if you're just gonna make judgements. I didn't ask for your input." He snapped, his voice a hurt & fiercely defensive.

"I'm sorry, bad joke." I mumbled, a little embarrassed, before resuming my enthusiasm. "C'mon, read me the one you're writing now!'

Nikki looked skeptical. "Fine," he relinquished, "but keep you bullshit opinion to yourself" he warned.

I mimed zipping my lips & shuffled closer to Nikki, so my head rested lightly on his bare shoulder. The warmth radiating from his skin mixed headily with my boozy state & I couldn't tell if I was more intoxicated from the alcohol or him. I saw him throw a little sideways glance, eyebrows raised, but he didn't complain & instead read aloud some lyrics scrawled under the title "Too Young To Fall In Love".

Run for the hills

We're both sinners and saints

Not a woman, but a whore

I can just taste the hate

Well now I'm killing you

Watch your face turning blue

Not yet a man

Just a punk in the street

Nikki finished, falling silent & I could feel his body tense, waiting for my 'bullshit opinion'.

"Well that was.." I struggled to find a word to best describe what I'd just heard. "Unsettling." I giggled.

Nikki frowned, annoyance plain on his face. "That's the fucking point. I don't want my music to make you feel fucking lovey & shit. It's supposed to be dirty & raw & uncomfortable." He sighed.

"No no, it's good." I quickly corrected, trying to reduce the sudden tension that came with his downheartedness. "So," I hurried on, grabbing a bottle of whiskey I'd spotted on the floor & taking a long gulp, "what number am I going to be?"

Nikki looked at me, puzzled.

"What number am I going to be? When we fuck, how many girls will that have been tonight?" I slurred, flashing him a shit eating grin.

He served me one right back. "You're feeling pretty confident tonight, aren't you?"

"Come on, you said it yourself, that's the only reason girls are allowed in here." I whispered, running my fingers along his bare chest as I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were already fixed on me & I could see his desire burning away, setting the green in his eyes ablaze.

He paused, holding my gaze for a second, before smirking & letting out a sigh. " And that's why I told you that your ass is leaving, Lizzy." He whispered back, not giving in to me.

I ignored him as I leaned in & pressed my lips to his & felt his restraint melt away as he kissed me back. I climbed on top of him, straddling my knees either side of his hips as I ran my fingers through his thick, wild hair. I felt him grow harder as he let his hands wander to my ass, allowing my skirt to ride up above my hips, only the thin sheet & my underwear keeping us apart.

But Nikki suddenly pulled away from me, breaking the kiss as he chuckled softly to himself. "Not like this," he muttered, running his thumb along his lower lip as if to wipe away the taste of me. I could see him struggling to control himself as, to keep his hands off of me. I flashed him my own arrogant smirk.

"But I want you, Sixx." I muttered against his skin as I began placing kissing along his jawline, before sitting up & pulling off my top, throwing it casually on the floor, revealing my lack of bra. I looked back at Nikki, his eyes wide & jaw slack as his gaze feasted hungrily on the sight of my bare chest.

"What's the matter rockstar, I'm sure you've seen plenty of tits before." I teased as he dragged his eyes back up to my face. He shook his head, snapping himself out of whatever dirty fantasy he'd gotten caught up in.

"I know what you're doing Angel & it's not going to work."

"What?" I asked innocently, interlocking my fingers with his as I brought his hands to to my chest, grazing them delicately across my nipples as I slowly began grinding my hips against his.

"It's not going to happen, not tonight. Not when you're like this." He smirked at me, "but well played."

I sat back, dropping his hands, & pouted. "This is the second time you've turned me down now, you're going to give me a complex, Nikki." I huffed, crossing my arms over my exposed breasts.

Nikki laughed, taking my chin in his hand. "And this is the second time you've come on to me in a less than stable state, I'm not going to take advantage of that. Now put your clothes back on." He ordered, lowering his voice sternly, causing me to squirm a little. It didn't go unnoticed & Nikki smirked knowingly.

"Fine." I sulked, climbing off of him. But before I could move away, Nikki gripped my waist, pulling me back on to him before rolling is over & pinning me beneath him, grinning arrogantly.

"Just know that as soon as you're sober, I'm going to get you back for this." He said roughly, the bass in his voice telling me he wasn't messing around, making me shiver with desire once again.

"Touch me." I begged, but Nikki chuckled darkly as he climbed off of me, taking the sheet with him to cover his modesty. He picked up my top from the floor & tossed it to me. "Soon Angel." He promised.

I pulled my top on & pondered what he'd said. "Why won't you fuck me drunk? You fuck other girls drunk" I quizzed.

Nikki looked caught off guard before he smiled. "You're not other girls."

I tried my best to hide my sudden blush. "And what does that mean?"

“It means that you're not like other girls.” Nikki let let out a low, sultry laugh. “It doesn’t usually take this much effort to get a girl into bed with me. And that’s how I know you’re gonna taste so damn sweet when I finally do. I've worked hard to get to this point & I want to really enjoy you, Angel. I can't do that if you're smashed.” he smirked.

I couldn't hide my blush any longer, my pale skin quickly flushing pink as I stood up from the bed, trying to hide the fact that I was flustered by his words.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." I laughed.

"You just wait, Princess, I'm gonna make you feel things you never knew you could." Nikki chuckled darkly, his arrogance leaving me weak as he held open the door, a sly, half smirk on his lips. "Now, your ass is leaving, Lizzy."

And I left wordlessly, desperately wanting more, just like the girl before me.

*Later*

*Nikkis POV*

The music was shaking the walls of the crappy two bed shithole we resided in. I definitely wouldn't have called it home, there wasn't a single thing about the place that was comfortable or homely. It was a place to party, fuck & occasionally sleep, if we found the time.

My mind drifted back to the sight of Beth in my bed earlier than evening, her head on my shoulder, he perfect tits as she thrusted against my cock.

Fuck, I should get some sort of award or at least an honourable mention for that level of willpower, I chuckled to myself.

It was all gonna be worth it. She'd made me work for her & now it was Beths turn to wait. And fuck, I'd make damn sure it was worth the wait.

My mind carried on with its little fantasy as my hand mindlessly jotted down more lyric ideas, until I happened to hear Beths drunken protests outside my door.

"No, no I'm good." She slurred, "I've been doing lines with T-Bone."

"I bet the shit I have is better," a gruff, male voice responded. "Let's go into the bathroom & you can try it out."

"Honestly, I'm good, thanks." I heard her say, a little sharper this time.

"C'mon, come with me to the bathroom, you know you want to." Came his sleezy voice through the door. I felt my jaw clench.

"No look, I just wanna get back to the party, can you get out of my way?" Beth said, her voice almost pleading.

I'd heard enough, I threw on my pants & furiously stormed towards the door as I heard him patronisingly ask "where are your manners?"

I flung open the door to see this fucker cornering Beth, his body virtually pressed up against her as his hand rested on the wall next to her head, his arm blocking the way back to the party. His other hand was stroking her jaw line in a way that made my flesh crawl & the way his eyes leered over her body, it took everything I had not to beat that lecherous look off of his face.

"Hey asshole, where the fuck are your manners? She said she wanted to go back to the party." I growled at him, grabbing him by the shoulder & ripping him away from Beth.

"What the fuck man?!" He yelled in my face, trying to frantically grab at my hand that gripped his shoulder. "I was just talking to her!"

"Yeah? Well now you're fucking done talking to her, you get that?" I snarled back, trying my best to keep calm.

"Whatever man, figured your band slut would be free to the rest of us now you'd all finished having a go." He laughed nastily.

I'd reached the breaking point of my patience. My lip drew back, my nostrils flared & my hands balled into tight fists as I took a purposeful stride closer to him, backing him up against the wall, his back hitting it with a dull thud. One my fists relaxed for a brief second, my knuckles white from clenching & snaked around his neck, squeezing just enough to turn his face crimson as he struggled against my vice-like grip.

"Now listen up, you little prick." I spat with all of the venom I could muster. "You see this girl here? She's with me & my band. Now look around you." I paused, using my other hand to grab ahold of his jaw, forcing his face towards to party that had all but halted to gawp at my performance. "This is our party. You're in the fucking Mötley house, asshole. That means you respect what is ours. Now you don't touch this girl, you don't talk to her, you don't even fucking look at her, do you hear me?" He nodded frantically, his face turning a dramatic shade of purple. "Good. Because if I catch you anywhere near her again, I swear to god," I paused, leaning in close so no-one would hear my words but him. "I'll fucking kill you." I hissed, my voice smooth & irrevocably deadly. "Now get the fuck out."

I released my grip & watched as he scrambled out of the window like a rat retreating back into the filth he came from.

"Are you ok?" I asked gently, turning my attention back to Beth who looked somewhere between terrified & impressed. She nodded her head slowly, her eyes watching me with heavy caution.

"T-thank you." Was all she could manage.

"It's ok, Princess." I replied, a little awkwardly. "We take care of our own."

I cringed at my own words as her face still didn't break. "I-I think it's best I leave." Beth muttered, shifting her eyes from mine down to the ground as if waiting for if to swallow her whole.

"Beth, stay, I'm sorry if I scared you or whatever, I didn't mean to.." But she was already shaking her head.

"It's not that, I just.. I just don't belong here.' She mumbled, more to herself than me as she started moving herself towards the window. "Thank you again, Nikki." She whispered, squeezing my hand as she walked by before she too, was off out if the window & into the night.

[spdtactics-a]

——— BASICS! ♡

NAME! ♡   chii! PRONOUNS! ♡  she/her!! ZODIAC SIGN! ♡  libra, babey! TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡  single af!!

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡   i try to use only official art for my icons. manga, sprites, official art, anime/game screencaps, trading cards... anything that could reasonably be posted on a wiki is fair game. every time i see people use fanart in their themes, graphics, and icons without permission i lose ten years off my life. no, seriously. stop doing that, it’s art theft! especially with pixiv artists over in japan; they can get in a LOT of trouble if their stuff is taken and edited without permission, since it goes against pixiv’s terms of service! okay, rant over. sorry.

2! ♡   my favourite artist for fe:h right now is tobi. every time i see tobi’s the artist for a new unit, i get super excited! sachiko wada, senri kita, daisuke izuka, hidari, and kotaro yamada are super up-there, too... but they’ve also done work for the series proper already. also, if fe6 or 7 get remakes, i really, really want hidari to do the art for it!

3! ♡   i’ve been listening to a lot of vinny’s music lately... i was already a red vox fan, but something about his work is really resonating with me lately. dunno why.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡    let’s see... chatrooms, forums, msn groups ( ...anyone remember that? ), deviantart, actual msn messenger, skype, discord, tumblr... right now, i only use discord and tumblr. 

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡   hmmm... i dunno? i guess it’s easier to write what you know, but i think how well a character resonates with me is more important than their gender. if they have a story i think i can tell, i want to try and write it no matter who they are. does that make sense?

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡  uhhhhhh i never know how to answer this... i guess it bugs me to see real life fcs in “animated” settings? i don’t know why. it just... does. oh, wait. faces cropped from fanart without the original artists’ permission. those are definitely my least favourite faces. :^)

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡   multis for sure! it’s a little harder to keep things organized, but it’s infinitely easier than blog hopping all over the place. some muses really do need their own space, though...

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

i’ll just preface this one with character development or plot advancement beats all else in my eyes. it’s one of the reasons i’m not a huge fan of crack. it can be fun in the moment, but the idea of crack is that it’s meant to be fun and silly and a one-off thing that’s not necessarily ic... which means you can’t really use that in serious threads, and sometimes continuity can be fun. or else you do use it and your continuity is based on crack, and... i dunno. not sure how i like that. maybe i just take myself too seriously? anyways...

FLUFF : i love it! please, let me write all the cute things... 

ANGST : it... depends. i like angst. i really like angst. i mean, look at araceli. and i like being a fucking gremlin sometimes, but... i hate angst just for the sake of angst, i guess?? like... it gets old FAST. angst needs to go somewhere. it needs to contribute to character development or an overarching plot, or else it just reads as melodrama or whining. 

SMUT : not unless you’re a very close friend that i trust enough. and certainly not on tumblr! i tried it once. got super uncomfortable. 

PLOT / MEMES! ♡   memes are great to break the ice or get the ball rolling if you’re having trouble starting a thread-- which if you’re me, can be kinda often. but i do really love plotting with my friends...

tagged by: stole it from ali bc she told us to. tagging: have fun!

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love - Side Chapter: Disaster Concerts

(This is post Accidents and Acceptance)

Double Post today because I'm going to start condensing the Master list!! Enjoy 🫡🫡

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@Lexiscyberhex: God Olive is such a whore. How did she even score Rick in the first place? Let alone Vinny. She’s not even that pretty.

Liv let out a whimper. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d read and re-read the tweet, the words weren’t going to change, it wasn’t going to disappear from the internet, nor would she ever forget it. The throuple had been public for several weeks now, they’d been met with both support and hate from all sides. Chris had been quick to squash any hate towards them, threatening it wouldn’t be tolerated in any way and if they were true fans they would be supportive. His words of wisdom must have fallen on deaf ears to this one.

Quickly tucking her phone in her pocket, the doors to the venue were about to open and she had a job to do. Standing on the stage she made sure her camera was set properly to accommodate the lights for that evenings show. She didn’t need the band fussing over her, she didn’t need the performance ruined.

“Hey baby girl, ready for another amazing performance?” Ricky wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her body firmly into his chest. Denim vest and eye shadow on he was ready for tonight’s show, his big grin causing wrinkles in the foundation around his eyes. Liv forced a smile trying hard to shake off what she’d just seen looking sideways up at the guitarist.

“Of course. You will be amazing as always.” She murmured. Rick’s lips tugged into another smile as he leaned down kissing her lips gently, still tethered, he took her hips and spun her around letting her arms fall onto his shoulders locking up her arms to pull him closer. As they parted, she let her face fall into the studded shoulder of his vest, nuzzling into him letting the safety of his arms ground her.

“Are you okay? You’re being super cuddly.” His hands pushed on her hips trying to pull her out to face him but she clung to the vest tighter. She wouldn’t allow herself one look into his grey eyes because she knew she’d never be able to keep herself together.

“I’m fine I promise.” She reassured him. She could feel him nod his head as he held her again, gingerly as if she were going to break in his hold. She pulled away from his shoulder putting her face into the middle of his chest letting the Versace cologne overtake her senses.

“Hey mama,” a familiar voice called out “How do I look?” She twisted slightly and peaked open her eyes to see Vinny give a twirl on the other side of the room, dressed in his black and white Nikes, chained pants, and his cut off dress shirt, the exposed skin decorated with the latex paint he’d become so fond of over the years. Liv grinned watching Vin brush the hair out of his face without smearing the red and black make up Angela had worked so hard on.

“Like you fell into a tar pit.” She teased, making him pout.

“So mean.” He whined. Striding over to them and pulling her out of Rick’s arms to plant a kiss on her lips. Lost in the kiss with Vinny she barely heard the call out for the boys to prepare for the show. She pulled away slowly, Vinny still had a hold on her waist, an expression on his face like something was off.

“Be safe.” Rick whispered in her ear. His hand resting on her lower back as the boys guided her to the edge of the stage. They’d been touring for the last month or so and she’d been in the pit for every show to get the best shots, each time Rick was concerned she’d be hurt. There had been a moment or two that she’d been shoved and a sneaker from a crowd surfer caught her in the back of the head, but she’d never tell him, he’d keep her out of the pit permanently if that were the case. Trials of the job are all she saw it as.

Crowded between the fans in the pit she stood through the opening acts taking some shots for their scrapbooks. Having additional shots of other acts would broaden her portfolio maybe even reaching other fans that hadn’t yet seen her work. Waiting in the break for Motionless she readjusted her lens all of her worries and feelings from earlier were gone, the life of the crowd brought new life for her, and she was back ready to take on the world.

‘Motionless coming online…’

The screen lit up and the EDM music blared through the speakers drowned out in seconds by the screaming crowd. Meltdown lit the crowd on fire, Liv captured shot after shot, Rick playing his guitar, Justin eyeing the crowd, Chris twirling on stage in his long trench coat-she even snapped multiple photos of the Cherry Bombs with their cyber glowsticks. As an indoor venue pyro was limited, but the show was a hit already.

Sign of Life concluded the stage going semi-dark as the boys each grabbed a drink from their bottles of water. Chris strolled out, trench coat discarded, requesting the house lights be fired up. He scanned the crowd, seeing the faces looking back at him, the man in his element. “Wow. You guys are insane. How are we tonight Atlanta?” the loud scream from the crowd his response.

“Hmmm, no, I asked. How. Are. We. Tonight. ATLANTA?” He screamed into the mic. Raising his arms to hear the crowd go wild. She turned to the crowd hoping to catch some of their reactions, a few snaps here and a few there, she caught a fan with a sign and turned her camera to capture the shot. Her finger hovering over the button when she froze.

‘Give me a chance Vinny. I can fuck you better than Liv can’

The neon pink words obvious against the neon green poster board. She felt her stomach drop to her feet and the heat of embarrassment flood her cheeks. Suddenly she felt like the entire room was looking at her, judging her. A gasp from the crowd and a loud commotion caught her attention to the stage, Vinny was leaping from his stand, intercepted mid stage by Rick. The guitarist holding him back with both hands on his chest. Vinny pushed past him, and Rick wrapped his arms around the drummers waist to pull him back, Justin moving to assist the guitarist in holding Vinny back. Chris’s scowl immediately overtaking his face, jumping from the stage the fans cleared a path for him as he reached forward tearing the poster out of her hands ripping it up in front of her.

Rushing over to him, Liv gripped his wrists, stopping him from ripping the board anymore. The dropped the remnants of the poster, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Her name is Olivia, and Ricky and Vin love her and wouldn’t drop her for some two-dollar whore like you any day. I made it perfectly clear that any disrespect of them would not be tolerated.” He spit a single finger jostled in her direction.

Liv had a hand on Chris’s chest trying to push him back to the stage, desperate to stop the madness and embarrassment she already felt. She scanned the faces of the crowd seeing many who were dumbfounded and some who were scowling, but not at her, at the fan in question.

“Why are you so defensive?” the girl slurred back obviously slightly drunk “Are you fucking her too?”

Liv felt the muscles under Chris’s chest tense up and she immediately pushed herself between him and the fan, forearms crossed over his chest pushing him back with all the strength she had. He finally budged stepping back in slow strides eyes still locked on the fan. Two security guards soon flanked him, and his attention was detoured.

“Get her the fuck out of here and take her name. She is banned from any more of our concerts.” The men nodded in response moving to remove the girl swiftly. Chris wrapped an arm around her shoulder again turning her towards the stage. She turned to bury her head in his chest as they moved to the stage. Hearing the fan screaming obscenities and insults as she was drug from the venue.

“Do you want to have Ichabod take the photos for the rest of the concert?” Chris asked softly. She could only nod in his chest feeling the tears pour from her eyes. She took the hands of Justin and Rick as they pulled her onto the stage, Chris leaping up with his own upper body strength. A quick pat on the shoulder from Justin and she was pulled to the side of the stage out of the sight of fans by Rick. Vin hot on their heels.

“Are you okay?” Vinny asked peppering her face with kisses holding her cheeks between his calloused hands. She tugged her face trying to get him to release his grip, but the adrenaline was coursing through his veins, his muscles trembling as he held his grip on her.

“Yeah, fine.” She mumbled the lie.

“Liv, don’t like to me.” He scolded.

“Then why did you even bother asking?” she snapped. Pushing on his chest, the motion making him let go of her face and stumble back. “Go back to your concert. I’ll be on the bus.” She pushed past the two of them seeing Vinny try to follow, but Rick’s quick reflexes taking the man by the upper arm to stop him.

“If anyone else has a problem with Ricky and Vinny’s relationship with Olivia, I suggest you leave now.” Chris barked to the crowd through the mic, his words drowning out as she moved through the halls of the venue to the green room. A loud scream from the crowd seemed to satisfy whatever rage he was in. “We are here to have a good time and put on an amazing show for you and I won’t have that ruined because people are still stuck in high school. Now can we continue with the concert?”

Immaculate Misconception’s intro started as she put the remainder of her camera gear away pushing her way past the opening acts hanging in the halls and out of the venue. The whispers she heard as she walked past only made matters worse, she wasn’t sure if they were out of pity or disgust, not like she cared.

Back on the bus she settled into the back lounge, pulling herself under the quilt with a choked sob, miserable and exhausted from crying she drifted in and out of sleep. Only coming back when she heard the door to the bus open and close. The small bed she’d been on dipped at her head then at her feet, her eyes slowly fluttered open to see Vin sitting at her head and Rick settled at her feet. She sat up slowly feeling Vinny wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close to him, she crossed her legs and Rick scooted across the bed towards her running his hands over her thighs.

“Hey baby girl. How are you feeling?” Rick whispered. She could only shake her head before he pulled her into his arms in a hug. He’d tossed the denim vest, but otherwise the two of them were still in their stage get ups, his black shirt damp from all the sweat. She didn’t care. She just needed to be enveloped in them both.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered between sobs.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” Vinny growled, she felt him shuffle around before pressing into her back, two arms wrapped around her waist. He buried his head into her neck and her sobs rolled over into groans. “That fan was out of line.”

“No, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m not even pretty enough for either of you.” She tried not to wail but the realization of the words being spoken only made her feel less worthy of both men wrapped around her. When they questioned her about where she would ever get the idea, she confessed she’d read some of the comments and posts on Twitter.

“Baby girl.” Rick sighed. “I told you not to read that crap.” She shrugged her shoulders as if that advice was any good now. When fans tagged her in things it was hard to filter through what was an attack and what was praise.

“The hottest alien babe wouldn’t even compare to you mama.” Vinny mumbled, pressing kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. Her tears slowed as she let the sensation of his lips on her skin carry her away. She tried to hold back a giggle at his dorky statement, but it slipped out anyway as her head lolled back onto Vinny’s shoulder letting him have more access to her neck. She opened her eyes and saw the grey eyes of her guitarist dazed as he watched Vinny kiss her neck. Grabbing the collar of his sweaty shirt she pulled him to her lips in a filthy deep kiss, arms wrapping around whatever he could as he kissed her back.

“Rick,” her drummer’s voice drawled “I think our lil mama needs us to show her how much we love her. Don’t cha think?” he sucked at the back of her neck making her gasp breaking the kiss she and Rick were sharing.

“I do.” Untangling his arms from her waist he reached down to her jeans popping the button open pulling the tight material down her legs. Vinny’s hands roamed her abdomen riding up to cup her breasts in each hand squeezing and massaging through her clothes.

“Everyone’s up front.” She protested through sighs and moans. Vinny released her breasts dropping his hands to her hips before pulling her back into him hard, feeling her ass grind against his hard cock straining against his stage pants. Rick dipped down to take the skin of her neck between his teeth nipping as he pulled making her squeal.

Her hands braced on Vinny’s thighs as Rick slid his leg between hers his thigh pressing into her core. She started to grind against his jeans leaning up to tangle her hands into his hair, they groaned in unison as Vinny started to slowly rut against her ass.

“Vin,” Rick rumbled between kisses “Lock the door.”

The drummer leaned up one foot on the floor another still on the bed as he reached over to press the latch locking the three of them in and the rest of the world out. Rick discarded her shirt; someone took off her bra and hands started to tangle and get lost among themselves. One Of Vin’s still painted hands dipped between her thigs rubbing her clit in slow circles, she arched her back head falling onto Vin’s shoulders, Rick seized the moment to take one of her breasts in his mouth pulling her nipple between his teeth before flicking at it with his tongue.

Vinny’s fingers dipped inside her stretching her walls around his fingers at a slow torturous pace. She started to grind on his hand looking for relief, her movements slowed when Rick took her hips and firmly held her in place.

“Please,” she begged “I need-I want-both of you.”

Her words broken through heavy panting, both men’s lips smirking against her skin.

“And you’ll have us, baby girl.”

“Who do you want first?” The voice in her ear made her body jolt like she touched an electric fence, his name falling from her lips in a pleading moan.

“I’ll take good care of you mama.” He growled.

Lying back on the bed he worked his pants down to his ankles as she turned around and positioned herself over his hips. Vinny took himself in hand pressing into her entrance before letting her sink slowly onto his cock, her moan cracke,d her voice turning into a keen the sound swallowed by Rick smashing his lips into hers.

“Need to be quiet baby.” Vin’s voice strained as he took hold of her hips. Rick pulled away from her lips licking the tip of her nose.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.” He teased.

Vinny lifted her up to thrusting into her as he brought her down on him through the thrust. Her walls stretching and pulling with each movement, the pain slowly turning into pleasure. The sound of lips smacking together drew her attention, she looked down seeing her guitarist and drummer locked in a tango of tongue and teeth the sight turning her on even more. She pushed down onto Vin’s cock rolling her hips making him break away from the guitarist with a moan. His hand collided with the skin of her ass in a smack.

“Sorry, mama. This is about you.”

Rick gave a teasing grin as he moved behind her, his hands wrapping around her body to cup her breasts in his hands again, kneading the soft mounds pulling her nipples between his nimble fingers. Assaulted by lips, hands and teeth from multiple angles her body and senses were overloaded.

“Gonna come for us, baby?” Ricky’s smooth voice in her ear as his hands threaded through her hair pulling her head back to look up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I know you are. I know those sounds.” His tongue licked a stripe up her neck to the shell of her ear.

One of Rick’s hands slide down the front of her body reaching the point where she and Vin and entwined, his fingers pressed firmly into her clit as he starts to apply pressure and rub in circles. She’s closer with each circle as he presses firmly into her. When her walls suddenly clench over Vin’s cock, he folded himself up to bring her lips to his. Her screams swallowed by his kiss as he released deep inside of her.

“Such a good girl.” Rick praised. He took her hips in his hands bringing her up off Vinny slowly. “My turn.” The emptiness of Vin sliding out from under her is soon replaced by Rick sliding into her from behind.

“Fuck. Still so-ahh-tight even after taking Vin’s cock.” Rick groaned biting into her shoulder blade, his arm braced on the bed as the other wrapped around her waist to keep her steady.

“Fuck baby girl, you take us so well don’t you.” He praised her as his lips moved along her back and up her neck. Her hair was starting to fall in her face her wrists turning red as she held herself up on all fours for him. Vin’s hands pushed her hair aside taking her face into his palms stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Look at this face.” He hummed “So pretty-those eyes-fuck their fucking blown.”

She wets her lips with her tongue, little good it does, her mouth has run dry from all the moaning and panting she’s been doing. A smug voice inside her says the fans should hear the way Vinny and Ricky are talking to her right now, how they praise her, her not anyone else. Her.

She can feel strands of Rick’s hair brush over the skin of her back as he ruts into her from behind the soft groans with each thrust coming behind gritted teeth.

“Vin-baby-mm’gonna.” She can’t focus, her eyes fluttering closed and open again refocusing on Vinny in front of her.

“I think she’s gonna come for you, Rick.”

“That right baby girl? Gonna come on my cock?” two hard thrusts and she is falling apart on him. He’s close, the hard panting increasing as his movements get sloppy.

“Vin, babe, kiss me.” Ricks’ voice begs before the drummer closes the space between them hand cupping the back of the guitarists neck as he brings their lips together. A few more broken thrusts from the guitarist and hes spilling inside of her too, any noises he released claimed by the drummers tongue that was terrorizing his mouth. “Fuck, shes so good for us. No one else could ever compare.” Rick murmured, running his callused down her back. Vin eased their girl up into a kneeling position as the guitarist pulled out of her.

“You still with us mama?” Vinny chuckled. Liv gave a slow nod with a lazy smile. He grabbed his discarded shirt and cleaned her up a little before they all arranged themselves on the bed and under the quilts. None of them cared that Vinnys black paints would stain the sheets or that they were all covered in it at that moment. That was a problem for tomorrow.

“Baby girl, please never think that we would drop you for someone like that. You are our one and only. Ok?” Rick whispered as he nuzzled into her neck. Truthfully he wanted to go after the fan just like Vinny but he knew that would cause more trouble than it was worth.

“I know. It just hurts sometimes that they tag me in that shit and then have the audacity to come to a concert with a sign saying as much. I know you two wouldn’t do that to me and I love you for it but sometimes it just builds up and I hate it.” Liv grumbled, drawing patterns in the smeared paint on her drummers’ arms.

“Well you know that we will always be here to remind you just how much we love you every single time. Fans be dammed.” Vinny snickered. They finally settled into each other’s arms and felt the tension of the day melt away. No matter what they had each other and the band and that’s all they needed.

[tearfallpixie]

Trust and Love - Chapter 3: Progress

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“Ricky?” I mumbled, reaching out to the bed next to me. When I didn’t feel him I sat up in a panic. I looked around for him in the small room but when I didn’t see him I started hyperventilating.

“Hey, Shh. Ricky had to deal with something.” Vinny murmured, sitting up next to me. I looked at him wildly and he pulled me into his arms. “He was cussing up a storm that he couldn’t be here when you woke.” I clung to his shirt and buried my head into his chest to muffle my sobs.

“W-what happened?” I sniffled.

“A rooky dropped one of his guitars and snapped its fucking neck when setting up this morning.” Vinny grumbled. “Ricky had to go out and get a replacement guitar before tonight’s show.” I nodded and loosened my grip a little.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for.” He assured me, brushing a strand of my hair out of my face.

“I shouldn’t freak out just because he isn’t here.” I grumbled.

“Don’t do that. Don’t downplay your trauma. You are allowed to freak out if something makes you uncomfortable.” Vinny scolded me.

“When did you become the levelheaded one?” I giggled.

“Someone had to step up while Ricky isn’t here.” He puffed out his chest. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the day.” He stood up and picked out some clothes for me before going through his own bag that migrated into our little space and getting clothes for himself. We got dressed and when we went to leave the room Ricky was standing on the other side. I cried and threw myself into his arms.

“Hi, baby girl. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.” He mumbled apologetically.

“Did you get your replacement guitar?” I asked. He nodded.

“Please tell me that dumb fuck is fired. We don’t need him breaking another piece of critical equipment.” Vinny snarled.

“He’s gone. I’m pretty sure if words could kill I would have him 12 feet under with what I said to him.” Ricky chuckled.

“Good. He deserves it.” We all walked to the front of the bus where the rest of the crew was chilling.

“Sorry we had to steal Rick from you this morning, Olivia.” Aj called.

“Its ok.” I mumbled. I went to reach for the cereal that was put on the top shelf and whined as I couldn’t reach it. Someone came up behind me and expertly grabbed it for me, not making me freak out at all. I assumed it was Ricky but was shocked to find Vinny behind me.

“Sorry, I saw you struggling.” He whispered.

“You can touch me.” I gasped. He cocked his head in confusion. “I didn’t panic. You can touch me without me freaking out.” His eyes went wide at the realization. I nearly let out a sob as I wrapped my arms around him. He returned the hug while looking at Rick who was as equally as shocked as us.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Justin asked.

“That’s an incredible thing.” Ricky mumbled. “Don’t attempt it yourself because I genuinely think its still just Vin and I but the fact that someone else has that trust-“ He trailed off.

“How do you feel about it?” Ryan asked the guitarist.

“Really fucking happy for her.” Vinny and I let go of each other, still baffled by the new development. He looked down at the box of cereal in his hands and held it out to me.

“Sorry.” He murmured.

“What for? You don’t know how happy that makes me.” I smiled softly. “Its nice to know that I can get comfort from someone besides Rick and not have a panic attack.” I turned back towards the counter and poured myself a bowl of cereal before going to sit next to Rick.

“I’m happy for you.” He whispered in my ear. I beamed up at him and felt someone sit right next to me, close enough to touch. I turned to see Vinny refusing to meet my eyes.

“Might as well test it right? Make sure its not a fluke.” He shrugged.

“Its not.” I promised him. He gave a small smile and turned to the tv where we were watching The Office reruns.

~~~~

“Ricky, I need to fly home for a couple of days.” I told him while staring at my phone.

“Is everything ok?” He asked.

“Apparently my grandma took a spill down her stairs. I would just feel more comfortable if I went home for a bit to check on her. She’s apparently in the hospital right now.”

“Of course. I can help you find a flight.” I nodded and pulled out my computer. We found a flight that headed out that night and booked it. “You should probably tell Vin. I’d hate for him to find out after you left.” I nodded and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll go find him. Thank you, Ricky.” I trotted through the venue until I found Vinny sitting behind his kit adjusting the heights of the symbols. “Vin, I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?” He asked, pulling me to sit in his lap before continuing his adjustments.

“I’m going to go home for a few days.” He froze and looked up at me.

“Why? Is everything ok?” He freaked out. I placed my hands on his chest and nodded.

“Everything is fine. My grandma is in the hospital and I want to go check on her. Nothing serious. I just didn’t want you to freak out if you found me gone.” I assured him.

“Oh, ok. Thank you for telling me.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me there. “How long are you going to be gone for?”

“Ricky booked me a flight for tonight and then I will fly into Nash on Friday so just 4 days. It gives me enough time to check on her and make sure she has everything she needs.”

“Just be safe. Ok? Can we go with you to the airport?” I laughed and gestured around.

“Vin, you have a show to perform. I’ll make sure that I say good bye before Bryce takes me though.” He frowned but nodded. “Get back to setting up. I’ll see you in a bit.” I climbed off his lap and headed back to the bus to grab my bag. I searched around for my bandana that I usually kept on me but when I didn’t find it I shrugged and headed back inside.

“Ready?” Bryce asked.

“Let me just say goodbye to Rick and Vin.” I went to the green room and found them sitting together. “Hey, I’m headed out. Vinny was the first to come over and wrap me in a tight hug. When he pulled back I noticed a very familiar bandana wrapped around his wrist. I laughed and placed a kiss to the fabric.

“What? I’ll miss you.” He blushed.

“I’ll let you have it this time.” I grinned. I leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning to Ricky to hug him. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Have a safe flight baby girl. I’ll pick you up from the airport.” I nodded and felt myself being pulled into a kiss.

“I’ll miss you two. Don’t cause too much chaos without me.”

“Are you kidding me? Chaos is my middle name.” Rick smiled mischievously. I hugged them both again before heading out to meet Bryce and go to the airport.