#except Vinny is sexy

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price //

Dr. Goldfoot and the Girl Bombs (1966)

[starythewriter]

A shift dinner date w Vinnie hacker imagine

I stepped into this amazing restaurant it reminded me a lot of the Cheesecake Factory except everything was plain black, and had dark tainted glass with lights everywhere it was so beyond beautiful.

I walked in feeling the air conditioning hit my face it wasn't too strong nor too weak just perfect. I saw Vinnie, I drove to the restaurant to meet Vinnie... I turned up some music and put on my lipstick then I got a call from Vinnie "I got a gift for you be ready"

"really? oh my gosh I can't wait"

"yes of course! that's all... but also be sitting at table 8"

"alright perfect thank you"

I stepped into this amazing restaurant it reminded me a lot of the Cheesecake Factory except everything was plain black, and had dark tainted glass with lights everywhere it was so beyond beautiful.

I walked in feeling the air conditioning hit my face it wasn't too strong nor too weak just perfect. I saw Vinnie, he looked so good wearing a light blue shirt tucked neatly into his jeans and he even wore some glasses that seemed to accentuate his already handsome features even more.

He looked up as I approached him I said "Hey" smiling shyly at the older man who smiled back at me, then looking over towards the bar I see a group of guys laughing... I tune out and say "let's order what do you want?" he looks around like he doesn't know which one I mean he says "can we get the same food we always eat?" which reminds me that I'm pretty much always there for him so I say "Yeah sure" then order our food while he orders mine he pays, and I say thanks before we head to our usual booth.

We talk about work a lot... he works at the school where I teach English and he teaches science... he is an artist too... he wants to make things when he grows up and wants to open a gallery somewhere where people can buy art. We talk about how we feel and what we are going through right now and what we think about the future... I noticed he was wearing a strong perfume I loved the smell... I smiled at him. He smiles back but suddenly starts blushing... well, I guess the conversation was going too long."Oh yeah uh sorry... I don't know why I started talking about my feelings... I have really bad insomnia... I try not to let my mind run away with me but sometimes..." he sighs "anyway, how are you doing babe?"

I smile sweetly at him "I'm good" he puts down his fork and leans across the table towards me "you are very sexy tonight..." he says softly... 'hmm he does look very handsome... ' I muse. I lean toward him slowly until I could kiss him. but out of no where the waiter seemed to intervene delivering the check.

I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not but regardless it definitely broke a moment of passion... and made a couple of strangers turn their attention towards us.

We both start getting angry as he stands up. I am a little surprised because usually he doesn't lose control like that unless he's mad at me or something... but he calmed down after "well... here" I say giving him a small kiss.

"thank you"

"here wanna go to a local fun center?" I suggest trying to break the awkwardness

"yeah ok."

We headed off together... we sat down at an arcade and played some games and talked about random stuff. He kept glancing my way and I was starting to blush. I couldn't figure out why... maybe I was embarrassed at myself for being so forward... then randomly we were playing a racing game and I knocked his car off the screen I celebrated we both laughed having a great time . Then I asked where he lived. He told me his place was a few blocks away. We got out and headed off together. When we finally stopped walking he held my hand and looked into my eyes "we should go somewhere else sometime... " he said gently kissing me... I closed my eyes and kissed him back. As he pulled away he said "your so sexy"

"thank you" I said kissing his ear. I pulled back... how about a second date?

"really?"

"yeah of course Vinnie" I smiled at him

He smiled and took my hand leading me to his car. I felt like I could fly I was so excited. It didn't matter that he wasn't in love with me, he thought I was hot. He liked me. He wanted to hang out with me. And honestly I did like hanging out with him. "here I know you love to read so here's a book with 500 quotes"

"thank you Vinnie that's so thoughtful"

He blushed a bit saying "it's nothing... I'm happy to help"

I felt his gaze of lust...

"let me drive you to my house. I'll invite you for a sleepover"

"hmmm I don't know"

"please?"

"alright fine, but only because you seem so desperate to spend time with me"

His eyes lit up and he grinned at me. "oh god I am so whipped! come on!" he yelled as he started the car

the end!

[goldenxglamour]

Vincenzo Cassano Fight Scene Tournament

Encouraged by the response to my previous poll (which I’m honored to say inspired @rosetintednerdglasses’s brilliant fic “the art of the game” - go check it out!), I’ve decided to engage the Vincenzo fandom in yet another poll. Except this time it’s a tournament - because why not - to decide which of our beloved mafia protagonist’s fight scenes is the best. You know, those moments where Vinny is putting his extensive martial arts / combat training to good sexy use.

So, without further addio ado (and because I’m clearly far gone for this piece of media), I’d like to announce the Vincenzo Cassano Fight Scene Tournament. The first round will start on September 10 at 6 pm EST and will be up for one week. :)

[sephirthoughts]

Could you do 5 and 10 for Valenwind in the new ask game?

5. I personally HC Sephiroth as Vincent’s bio son (i don’t care about canon support i just like this as a story element), accomplished by some highly unethical in-vitro fertilization Lucrecia did with his genetic material (not because they had sex poor vinnie absolutely died a virgin) so he wasn’t aware sephiroth was technically his till much later.

Based on both their characters, I think Vincent and Cid would want to have a child together, and Shera would be a fuckin BRO and surrogate for them.

So, thus far they’ve got two kids; one baby girl named Olivia (ollie) with Vincent’s features, and one semi-psychotic thirty-something superhuman who keeps showing up at their house because he found out he has a baby sister and they literally can’t keep him away.

I think maybe one more, eventually, using Cid’s genetic material because poor Cid. he deserves to pass on those sexy rocket scientist pilot genes! though i do think it’s a hilarious idea that Cid has actually slept with women and doesn’t have a single bio kid, whereas Vincent, who has never touched a woman in his life, has TWO bio children. 💀💀💀

i guess that means three kids in total. if you don't count yuffie. which i do not.

10. The thing about them both being old men is that they have aged past the point where they have any shame whatsoever, so they don't really hide anything they watch from the other. that said, there are things they share and things they don't.

Vincent: the vast quantity of available television is fascinating to Vincent, who grew up watching Dark Shadows, Get Smart, Hogan's Heroes and whatnot, in syndication. He'll watch almost anything once, from sheer eager curiosity, but he mostly dislikes everything. The exceptions are:

-C-dramas. He loves them. the more batshit and ridiculous and full of crying in the rain and giant battles and long-haired sword gays the better. Also it's a good way to expose Ollie to his other native language as much as possible. Cid will fall directly asleep when one of these is on, so it's good for putting the husband down for nappies when he's fussy. -any kind of cooking or baking competition. he has very strong opinions on mary berry and paul hollywood. also he loves mel and sue but thinks that tryhard noel can fuck off.

Cid: television is hit and miss with Cid, because of his ADHD so he either hyper-focuses on a show and binges the whole thing, or falls asleep/wanders off. the exception is anything that falls into the category of what he considers essential shows for ollie's enrichment, which he watches with her. these include but are not limited to: -spongebob squarepants -carl sagan's the cosmos -M*A*S*H -the simpsons (seasons 4 through 11) -airwolf -star trek (original series) -phineas and ferb -macgyver -the twilight zone

also a bunch of old western and war movies

[vinylstitch]

hey there! welcome to our blog! we are a traumagenic spiritual system of 300+ alters!

we have several system names ( vinyl scratch, vinyl patches, vinyl stitch, night sky stage, skyward) + collective names ( vinnie, c.j, spencer, patches, callum, scratch, cyrus, jace) and use he/him, they/them, & autism neopronouns (note 2 self put the full forms here later) we are bodily 18, and some of us do engage in NSFW content. (it will always be tagged with #warn nsfw collectively we are very mentally ill (audhd, schizospec, depression & anxiety, several personality disorders, and severe pathological demand avoidance to top it all off) + we are not able bodied

things we post about include but are not limited to: mogai, systemhood, FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN, the legend of zelda, substances, disability, and general gayness :) our partner system is @cassettedeckchaos 💙

we block freely, and without hesitation!

posters + their tags under the cut!

NEON / Archie / Ori —he/it/zip/beep/bop+— tags posts with #neon lights of the city 🚫

JETSETFUTURE —he/she/red/rad/ech/bam/hel/blo/nor/fag— tags posts with #balls deep in a code red mountain dew can 💢

Shady / Darnell —He/They + Make up neos if you’re sexy like that— tags posts with #wake up smell the coffee 🌃

Kitty —he/it/purr/mew/nya/kiss/lo/bow— tags posts with #pspsp here kitty kitty 🎀 ( ⚠️ NSFW WARNING)

Tough —he/they/to/tis— tags posts with #tough and tumblr ✖️

Prometheus —he/flame/ash/gas/hit + arson related neos— tags posts with #aw…scared of fire? 🔥

ANNIE! —FIZZ/LEV/BUB/ZHE/SHE/BITE/BUG/RED/X3– tags posts with #TAKE A SWIG OF THIS! 👾

Kandi —she/any except he ( we’ve gotta be friends for that! :3 )— tags posts with #what are we having for dinner? kandi of course! 🍬

Two-Bit —he/sweet/she/shi/de/ser/fizz/hit/ACAB— tags posts with #shoot stars not guns🪙

Tomfoolery —he/it/ix/thon/dei/exp/mat/shey/ki/fag— tags posts with #up to some antics 🧨

Lavender —he/dye/spar/high/blitz/bang + she with trusted ppl— tags posts with #​u hate it when girls have guns dont u? 🎤

Cyclops —he/him— tags posts with #i’ve got my eye on you 🥨

Julian —he/they/fu/kitty— tags posts with #tales from the underground 🎮

Selever —de/bat/ev/it/he/dae/ve/lo— tags posts with #love casanova 🦇

Gold —He/They— tags posts with #A shimmer from the shadows 🌇

DJX —He/She/It/X/Any— tags posts with #brought to you by sick beatz radio 💿

Cyrix —it/he/co/fi/byte— tags posts with #welcome to the next level! 💚

Lewis —he/him— tags posts with #the taxidermy of lew and me 🕯️

Sonia — Sie/She/They/Vai — tags posts with #From the royal court of Princess Zelda 📚

Hazard —he/tox— tags posts with #<CAUTION> watch your step ⚠

Hanzou —They/Them— tags posts with #they slash them 🍡

[generalzar0ff]

hate it here i was drawing me n vinny and suddenly the demons in my head told me to redraw another old waluigi piece. im literally gonna have to force myself to finish my cringe-ass selfship art first so nobody dies from the wa-beams

the waluigi drawing is turning out really good too except for the fact that i made him too sexy on accident which i will have to change.

[neonsbian]

i love seeing ppl talk abt genshin bc it's some amazing character design but they have dumbass european names that make me wanna bully them

[diorjadore]

Clothes Stay On — Vinnie Hacker

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Vinnie finally grants her wish during the Purgatory release party.

Warning/s: Smut, NSFW, language

Word Count: ~2.4k words

Requested by @thatmultifandomlovingmf !

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You would like to think that you aren’t the needy girlfriend some people project you to be. Yes, you were affectionate and some moments it would be caught on camera but that was mostly it. What the people outside your relationship, meaning everyone else except for you and Vinnie, see through the little snippets, they would be quick to brand you as touchy, thirsty even. The both of you know this as barely true because you had academics prioritized and Vinnie his social media career so your time spent together were scarce. That’s why you cherish every second when you’re in the presence of each other.

So when your boyfriend had been busy the whole week due to the upcoming release of Purgatory’s Gate 4, you couldn’t help but become that girlfriend. You hadn’t seen him a week before due to conflicting schedules and the long drives between your university and his house were just too long. You wanted him, his body on yours, and you needed to get your fill desperately, immediately.

He had picked you up from your residence hall on the day of the party at Malibu, the both of you were excited to finally be in each other's space. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Vinnie muttered while his eyes were focused on the road. You agreed but your mind was on something else. You were on edge the whole day, the pit in your stomach and the wetness from your core all brought frustration.

“Baby, do you want head?” You suddenly pleaded and he looked at you amused. You shifted on your seat to slightly face him, pressing your legs together.

“Has my girl missed me that much?” He teased, looking at you as his eyes were full of lust. Sure, sometimes you Facetime each other and pleasure yourselves on call but that barely gets the job done.

“Yeah and your dick too. I haven’t touched myself since last week, you know.” You confessed, wanting him to understand your situation. Vinnie found it sexy how desperate you were for him and his dick that you would take him in the car. You brought your hand to stroke his leg and pressed on his hard member. He jumped a bit and let out a shaky breath.

“Anything for my baby.” He smirked as you unbuttoned his pants almost immediately. His cock sprung out with a little bit of pre cum. You swiped your index finger on his slit as you collected some of it and you licked your finger clean. Vinnie gulped at the sight, blushing. He rarely gets to see this side of you as he’s usually the one that dominates in the bedroom.

“Don’t tease, Y/n.” He warned. You began to stroke his shaft slowly and you felt it get even harder. Veins protruding as his tip became bright red. Sometimes you would twist and tug on it, too. Then, without warning, you bent down to the side and took him in your mouth. He almost swerved from the sudden action. He thanked his past self for tinting the windows dark because he only dreamed of heated moments like this.

“So good, baby girl.” He complimented you as you bobbed your head up and down. You hummed in response and it caused Vinnie to roll his eyes and exhale loudly. Groans and the faint music from the radio were the only things heard in the tiny space. You took him by surprise by hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard.

The car suddenly felt too hot for your boyfriend as he was nearing his orgasm. “Princess, I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, please, Y/n.” He said while moaning. You increased your pace and brought his tip deeper in your mouth down to your throat. Without warning, he came in your mouth as you sucked and swallowed all of it, licking his cock clean. You missed his taste and warmth deeply as it just made you wetter than before. You swore you even felt yourself dripping from your lace underwear and jean shorts.

“Wanna stop somewhere? I wanna return the favor.” He offered but you refused and just kissed him on the cheek. You’ve always loved how he wants to pleasure you as well.

“Maybe later, we have a party to go to.” What he didn’t know was that you had another plan in mind.

You got to the beach house on time as the guests were starting to arrive. Liza did a great job decorating. When she saw the both of you, she insisted that you wear the pieces and so you did. Vinnie doing the same.

It was fully dark out and it matched the room you and his friends were in. Clouds of smoke from weed and vape mixed in the air and the select few inside were high out of their minds, not even knowing what’s about to go down. You and Vinnie still had a grip on reality. You were still horny though so you scooted closer to him and covered the both of you in pillows. You grabbed his hands and guided it to the inside of your hoodie. He massaged your right breast and tugged on your nipples, his warm touch sending sparks down to where you needed him the most. Due to you being sensitive the whole day, it almost made you moan. You snaked your hand down to his sweatpants and stroked his dick, sometimes you would lightly trace your finger on his veins and then squeeze his hard cock.

You moaned quietly in his ear and bit his earlobe, you tested further and even left a wet kiss on his neck. He removed his right arm around you and brought it to your front, grabbing your pussy feeling the wetness.

“God you’re so wet.” His tone was almost like a question as he looked at you in disbelief. He began to collect your juices from the bottom to the top, massaging your clit softly. His cold fingers were a nice contrast to your heat.

“All for you, daddy.” You innocently teased and removed your hand from his sweatpants and guided Vinnie’s fingers on your vagina. Both of your fingers pleasuring you as you were nearing your first orgasm of the night. You bucked your hips but not enough to draw attention.

Something caught your eye though as you saw Hub staring intently at the two of you. He was shifting in his seat trying to ease his discomfort. If someone else were to see the both of you, they would react the same way too. You smirked at him and whispered to your boyfriend. “Hub’s enjoying this as well.” You peppered his neck with wet kisses while looking at the boy in front of you.

You thought Vinnie liked the idea just as much as you did but you were wrong. He removed his hand from your sweatpants and grabbed your hand to get out of the room. You were already so close to your release.

Vinnie found a bathroom and he pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. “You’re such a slut, huh? You knew he was watching, weren’t you?” His words seethed with lust and anger. His eyes were almost dark.

You didn’t reply so he spoke again. “Well too bad he can’t fuck you dumb like I do.” He turned you around on the sink as you can see him from the mirror. You were so out of it that usually you would be scared for what happens next but this time you were just smirking.

He sucked on the side of your neck hard, sure to leave hickeys, as he pressed himself to your ass so you could feel his dick getting hard again. “Feel what you do to me, baby? Do you feel my dick against your ass? You love how hard it is for you, huh?” He choked you making you gasp for air when he let go.

He pulled down your pants as he grabbed your wet core from behind. “So fucking wet for me. Such a fucking whore.” He continued to feel your soft skin as he kneeled down to remove your underwear. Your pussy was glistening with your juices that some even dripped down to your leg and underwear.

You let out a pornographic moan when he ate your pussy from the back. Your hands were pressed on the sink as his tongue fucked your hole. All you could see from the mirror was your desperate face begging to be pounded into hard. “Please daddy, I fucking want your big cock.” You whined but that just angered Vinnie more. His tongue continued to lap at your opening as he entered two fingers in you. You wanted to melt then and there or just make him take you on the floor.

His fingers pumped in and out of you faster as his other hand held your hips and hoodie to prevent it from falling down your ass. He slapped your ass causing a sharp sound and feeling that you bucked your pussy down to his face. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned out as he removed his fingers and spread your legs apart, his face almost in between you. He sucked harder as you rode his face back and forth, catching your release. He was generous enough to let you cum on his face because honestly, it was something else. He can’t see your face but he knows from your whimpers how scrunched up your face is from the overwhelming pleasure.

He stood up again and his mouth and chin were shining from your cum. You turned around and kissed him hungrily, tasting yourself. “Taste how sweet you are, baby girl?” He smirked and pressed your bare cunt on his sweatpants. The friction turns you on and he puts you on the granite counter, the coolness of it right under your pussy sending shivers to your body.

“Yes, daddy.” You said while looking up at him. He grabbed your face and kissed you. His hands wandering around your body as he pushed your hoodie up but not removing it from your body. He squeezed your boob and tug on your nipple causing you to gasp as he then used this as a way to push his tongue in your mouth. You could barely keep up from his actions as you were a moaning mess under his touch. He found his way down to your chest and just sucked on it, you pushed his face further into your boobs wanting to feel all of him, his tongue on your skin. Both of your mounds were soaking in his saliva. He took one of your nipples in his teeth and tugged on it as you moaned loudly, not caring about the people who can hear from the outside.

He somehow had enough of your boobs as he removed you from the countertop and turned you around to face the mirror again. You were about to remove your clothes but he objected. “The clothes stay on, baby. Keep it.” You obliged as you saw from the mirror how he spit on his hand and tugged on his dick, stroking it a few times before putting it in you.

Your eyes rolled back from the needed fill as you moaned once again. “I missed your cock, daddy. So hard only for me. I can feel you in my tummy.” You whined out trying to encourage him more.

“Uh, huh. Feels good, princess?” He agreed as he started pounding into you fast and hard. Your warm walls were engulfing him as he can see it open and close around his dick. He pushed your back down as you were now bent over. Just your hands gripping the counter for support. His left hand on your shoulders and his right hand gripping your hips hard, it hurts a little bit and you know he’ll leave bruises soon enough. The both of you started to bounce in rhythm as you saw him with his eyes closed from the mirror, chest heaving up and down.

“Pussy so tight, doll. I could fucking stay inside you forever.” He complimented you and your body. “This pussy’s mine, you hear me? No one can have it but me.” His possessiveness getting the best of him.

He suddenly slapped your ass in punishment. “That’s for letting Hub see us.” His anger was starting to show through his heavy thrusts. You just moaned in agreement.

He slapped you again. “And that’s for not letting me eat you out a while ago.” He growled in frustration. The heavy breathing and skin slapping noises just made the both of you hornier.

“Vinnie, I’m close.” You breathed out as you reached for his hand but he just grabbed both of it, pulling it to him and pounding into you faster making you clench and moan. You couldn’t contain your whimpers anymore as the pleasure was too much for you to handle. You didn’t care if they could hear how Vinnie murdered your vagina.

“Oh, yeah? Don’t until I tell you so.” He wanted to chase his high with you. At this point in time, you were impressed by how you could still keep it together. You were dizzy and the room was hot, moisture could be seen through the glass and mirror. The bathroom even smelled of sex.

“Let me fuck some babies into you, doll. You want that, baby?” He breathed out as you nodded.

“Yes, daddy. Please cum in me. Please cum in my tight pussy, it’s yours.” You whined. The thought of Vinnie’s warm cum filling you up made you go crazy.

“Take it like the good girl that you are. You fucking deserve my kids in you.” He ordered.

His thrusts got sloppier and he was out of rhythm but he still pounded into you hard. You felt his dick twitch so you took matters into your own hands and slammed your ass back on him repeatedly. You’re so near your release as you sped through it, screaming. Finally, you came on his dick and clenched hard. This alone sent Vinnie in a spiral as he shot his hot seed deep into you. A couple more spurts as some of it trailed down your legs. He slowed down his movements but still not pulling out of you as he kept fucking his semen deeper. He could feel your and his cum sloshing around as he finally pulled out, missing the warmth that is your cunt. His dick falling limp and your vagina sore from the lack of contact. Vinnie collected some that leaked out and fucked it back to your gaping hole using his fingers.

Usually, he would wipe you down but he found it would be hot to mess with you and just put your underwear back on. Both of your cum just sitting there as you tried hard to clench and keep it inside. The both of you regained strength and stabilized your breathings as he kissed you on the lips.

“You did so good, my love. Always taking me so well.” He praised you and kissed your cheek, forehead, and lips as you smiled weakly at him. Your cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat on both your foreheads were evident.

He thought you were done for as he just fucked the living shit out of you but he grew hard again when you innocently said: “Can I get another round later when we get home, daddy?”

You’re gonna be the death of him.

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Author’s Note: see yall in hell. First time writing smut yurrrr also y/ns a trooper for taking it in d bathroom when there r whole ass bedrooms lol also check my other works tho 👀

[awkwardnoob]

This is AU dump number... 6! Maybe-

*All AUs are free to use if they inspire you

*Thyma lives because I said so

1) The Promare stay/return, and burning the world/universe was essentially like an all expense paid, month long trip to a fancy ass deluxe spa. So while they still need to burn, the burnish are completely capable of keeping up with that desire and keeping it manageable so long as they don’t suppress themselves like Kray. The Candle business SKYROCKETS as a result, because Burnish now like to light up a nicely scented candle at the end of the day for their Promare.

- Lio starts collecting candles like every other burnish, so Galo gets Lio his own special candle shelf to hold them all.

- Going to the store and sniffing candles together is a legitimate date option when anyone in the couple is a burnish.

- I’ve been sitting on this AU from anywhere from a few days to a week, but it turns out I was not the only one with the idea, because someone made really cute art of Lio liking candles which you can find here: https://umbrellawarrior.tumblr.com/post/189710529209/post-promare-lio-has-a-thing-for-candles

2) Gueira and Meis are firmly on team “Boss DESERVES a sexy firefighter boyfriend” and every time Lio says they’re not together, they rag on him about being in denial.

3) Multiple flavors of Pokemon AU First Flavor: The Promare as Pokémon.

- They’re classified as Ultra Beasts.

- They still do the whole burnish thing, but the fact that they’re not trapped in the core means burnish awakenings are far less violent and dangerous.

- Attaching to their host/trainer like they do means that not just anyone can have one. So trading them is a no go, and you can’t just go out and catch one. It has to bond with you a la burnish or it ain’t doing shit for you (except in very special cases, like Detroit growing fond of and sometimes listening to Galo)

- They can only learn fire type moves.

- 'Burnish’ is the name of their ability now. It negates stuff like flash fire and anything fire types are normally weak to deals neutral damage. HOWEVER, it gives them a 6x weakness to ice, they’re easily frozen, and their fire type moves are not guaranteed to thaw them. (At least, that’s what it’d look like in a game. We all know Lio and Detroit will be kicking major amounts of ass anyway)

- Kray’s Promare is locked away in its ball at all times. It is eventually taken from Kray.

4) Promare don’t exist Pokémon AU

- Galo has a Samurott, and of course their name is Matoi. As an Oshawott, Matoi was meant to be a gift for Kray from a foreign politician person. Excellent IVs, fancy ball (Dive Ball probs), maybe their hidden ability. Very much pulled all the stops fancy gift. But Kray had zero use for Matoi, so when a young Galo came to visit, Kray was like ‘yes, perfect, I can ditch the Pokémon on the annoying child’.  Worst fucking decision Kray ever made when they help Lio and Detroit derail his plans later.

- Matoi exists in AU #3 as well.

- Lio’s Pokemon (Detroit) is an Incineroar. It’s fire type, it’s a cat, it’s a heel (which is about the closest you can get to ‘Freedom Fighter wrongly labeled a terrorist’ in this context), AND it loves kids. It fits.

- Miami is a Tauros now. Tauros can’t learn flame charge in-game, but Miami knows it anyway. Let’s just pretend it’s a thing Tauros can learn.

- My heart wants to make Dallas a Heracross because blue bug but Volcarona is an actual fire bug. What a Dilemma.

- Vinny is a Rattata. He has a little fire hat. He’s not inherently useful like a Pikachu or one of its clones would be but it’s fine.

- Remi has a Blastois (and his girlfriend has a feraligatr). Aina has flying types, but I’m not sure what (either Talonflame or Corviknight). Lucia has something from the Porygon line. Captain Ignis has a centiskorch now thanks to someone making that comparison.

- Mad Burnish is labeled as an Evil TeamTM and blamed for Pokémon thievery but it’s all The Foresight Foundation. Mad Burnish actually steals Pokémon back from them, but getting them back to their trainers is difficult (until the foundation is taken down and Mad Burnish’s name cleared)

- Their base is at Mount Fennel and there are a shit ton of Salandit and other fire types living there. 

- Special!Lio Optional Bonus: The Foundation can’t figure out how Mad Burnish keep finding out all their plans. They also can’t figure out what in the flying fuck Mad Burnish keeps sending Salandit into their buildings for. The Salandit have no technology like security cameras or recorders attached, never take anything, and flee whenever they’re spotted. They can’t figure out what they’re looking for and it’s driving Kray up the wall. Surprise! Lio can talk to fire types. They’re just going home and telling Lio everything they heard/saw while inside.

[niksixx]

Patience

~The final part!! Thank you for reading and supporting this mini series. I hope you enjoy part 5.~

Pairing: Axl Rose/Vince Neil x Female Reader 

A/N: Reblog so others can see! 

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner!*

Tag list: @littlemisscare-all @curly-hudson @julessworldd @madamsixx @headlight-queen @metalheartofgold @ginny-baker-sixx @mickmarstookmyheart @gunsngunners @bex-tothe-rescue

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It’s raining again, and the weather outside matches your mood. Dark gray clouds cover the sky, and lightning strikes every so often. It’s one of the colder days in California, and you tug the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your wrists.

Vince hasn’t spoken to you in two days, and you haven’t heard from Axl since your boyfriend threatened him out of your house. You spent that day scrubbing the icing from the kitchen, tears sliding down your cheeks as Vince screamed at you the whole time. He left that night to visit a bar with Nikki, leaving you to cry softly in your bed. He didn’t return until the next morning.  

Two days later, your lips still tingle from the kiss you and Axl shared. It was the first time in weeks you’d felt something. Something good. Something wholesome. The tenderness in the kiss kept you wanting more, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.

In your heart, there’s conflicting feelings. And no one is there for guidance. Whatever Axl feels for you is strong. It could be love, and you’re not sure if you feel the same thing.

Of course, all three of the Mötley boys would listen to you ramble about your troubles, but none of them were experts in the dating scene. None of them had been in love before, with the exception of Tommy, but he fell in love with every woman he laid eyes on.

There’s an ache in your heart as you sit by the television, thinking back on the past three years you spent with Vince. Times that you hid in the shadows away from paparazzi. Times where you watched music award ceremonies on television, a pain in your heart knowing that you’d never be on Vince’s arm congratulating him. What kind of a relationship was that?

Even in the privacy of your own home, Vince struggled to love you and care for you. He wasn’t affectionate by nature. He’d greet you with small little pecks on your cheeks or lips, and his sex drive was usually through the roof, but being intimate with Vince felt anything other than intimate. It felt like a chore, and you were bored within ten minutes. With Vince, there was no cuddling or showering after sex, no confessions of love. It was hard to be open and honest with him about your wants and needs, because half of the time he seemed uninterested, or played you off as needy, clingy. It hurt, especially because you’d do anything for him. Mick had always said you deserved better. And Axl had said it too. When were you going to believe it?

There’s faint footsteps behind you as your eyes are glued to the TV, catching the last bit of a Skid Row music video. They were good, sure, but nothing compared to Motley Crue or even Guns N’ Roses.

There’s a change of scenery on the TV that makes you blink twice. It’s a live video, currently happening right at that moment, as Axl and his bandmates settle themselves into stools in an empty studio.

“Get them off my screen,” Vince calls from behind you. He sits at the dining room table, beer bottle suffocating in his grasp.

You don’t even pay him much mind. “You can leave if you don’t like it. I’m keeping it on.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t fight back, but you hear him mumble a few curse words under his breath. The last words out of his mouth sound like a defeated “I give the fuck up with you.”

On screen, Axl is handed a microphone as more are distributed to the rest of the band. Tilting your head slightly, you drink in his appearance, obsessed with the way he presents himself. He’s more casual today, with both a bandana and a hat on his head, a short sleeve white shirt that shows off his unique tattoos, and tight leather pants that shouldn’t look as good on him as they do.

“This was a spur of the moment type of thing,” he says shyly, rubbing a palm on his thigh. Nervous habit.  “We wrote this song in about two hours a few nights ago and the reason I was eager to play it today...is because I wrote it for a woman who I’ve been shamelessly in love with since I was sixteen years old.”

Something in the air shifts. Slack mouthed, you sit up straight as you turn up the volume. The sound of a chair scratching against the floor has goosebumps littering your skin, and before you know it Vince is standing beside you, gritting his teeth. He takes a long swig of the alcohol, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, before setting his jaw, folding his tanned arms across the front of his black muscle tee.

“So Y/N, if by some miracle you’re watching this right now, I want you to know that you were the only person on my mind as we wrote this song. It is solely, purely, for you.”

“Along with all the other love songs he’s written,” Izzy deadpans.

Vince’s eyes burn into the side of your head, but all your attention is directed toward the television as Axl begins to hum a soft tune.

~~~

It’s almost as if you forget how to breathe. It’s an easy process, in and out, in and out, but you struggle with something so simple as the song ends.

Vince hasn’t moved. His face is still visibly flushed, knuckles the palest shade of white as his hand still grips his beer, but he stands completely frozen, eyes boring into the television screen.

You shift uncomfortably on the sofa, pushing your feet deeper into the back of the couch underneath you, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your fuming boyfriend’s elbow. He pulls away, uninterested, and he sips the remaining liquid in the bottle.

“Vinnie…”

“The dude just doesn’t listen,” The laugh that falls from his lips is anything but humorous. It’s empty and dark. There’s an edge to his low voice, and while it’s not angry, it’s...cool. Even. It frightens you. “How many times do I have to tell him to stay away from you? How many different fucking ways can he come up with to get your attention?”

“Vince I had no idea he was going to do something like this.”

But hell, if it wasn’t the most romantic thing a man has ever done for you. He’d broadcasted to the world his raw feelings and emotions, and there was something so sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable and knew what, or who, he wanted. And the song, so sweet and meaningful, confirmed your suspicions. Axl Rose, the little boy from the playground, the man who sang his heart out on live TV, was in love with you.

Vince shakes his head, clapping a closed fist into an open palm. “This is your fault, you know.”

You blink, standing from the couch, folding your arms over the oversized green sweater. “My fault?”

He takes a step forward, but this time you don’t back down. “You let him back in your life. For seven years you’ve been fine without him, but all of a sudden you meet him one day on the street and decide you apparently can’t live without him? Bullshit.”

“He was my best friend!”

“And I’m your boyfriend!” Vince shouts back. He takes another step forward, nose to nose, and with the strength you gather from your very core, you shove him out of your face.

“You’re nothing!”

The anger in your voice shocks you, startling Vince. He stumbles against the dining room chair, holding onto the arm to regain his balance.

The air between you sizzles with resentment as Vince licks his lips, chewing on the skin. You're both breathing heavily, neither one backing down. “What did you say to me?”

And everything you've been feeling for the last few years comes out in a wave. “I can’t be with you anymore, Vince. I can’t be with someone who is so controlling of my life. I can’t be with someone who would rather please his record label than his girlfriend. I have been waiting for you to wake up for three years now and realize that I deserve better than what you’re giving me.”

“What the fuck have I done that is so bad, huh?” Vince yells, throwing up his arms. “Tell me. Because I sure as shit don’t know.”

It’s hopeless.

He’s hopeless.

And there’s nothing else you can do besides give up.

~~~

You fight for two hours. Screaming, crying, followed by more screaming and crying. It’s exhausting. Somehow, after pointing out everything Vince has done to you, or what he hasn’t done, he convinces himself he’s never been the problem. And that’s when you realize he’s never going to change.

Your phone has buzzed four times in those two hours, but whoever it was would have to wait. There was too much going on, your head was spinning, skin sweating, heart beating wildly. You were on the brink of ending your relationship after wasting three years of your life trying to convince yourself the man, who was currently nestled in the couch nursing another beer, loved you.

Letting out a defeated sigh, your feet drag against the wooden floor as they carry you to your room. There’s a small duffel bag under the bed and you grab it, fishing out some clothes and stuffing it into the bag. Grabbing a few of your necessary toiletries, you shove them in the side pockets as Vince watches from the doorway.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not staying here. I’ll go stay at Lei’s or maybe my parents or hell maybe even Mick will let me stay over, but I’m not staying here.”

“We still have a lot to talk about.”

The closet door slams closed as your blood boils. “No, Vince. We have nothing to talk about. Not anymore.”

You zip up the duffel and heave it to the living room, slipping on a pair of beat up Chuck Taylors. You pace the house for your keys, Vince following, watching your every move.

“I love you.”

You stop abruptly, spinning around, sucking in shallow breaths of air. No way. No fucking way was he going to manipulate you into staying. Not with those three goddamn words you longed to hear after such a long time.

“You don’t even know what love is, Vince.”

“Kiss me and I’ll show you.”

You find the keys to your car on the kitchen counter, snagging them from the tile. “I’m not kissing you, Vince. Never again.”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s nothing left!” Heaving the duffel onto your shoulder, you grab your phone and slide it into the side of the bag. “Fuck, at least with Axl I felt something!”

Vince freezes, veins popping out from his forehead. Fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, your mouth dries as you mentally scold yourself for the slip of the tongue.

“He...kissed you?” And for the first time in his life, Vince looks almost...upset. “And you kissed him back?”

Drumming your fingers on your jean clad thigh, you rub your palms against the fabric, wiping off the sweat. “Um…”

“Did you kiss him back?” Vince asks, emphasizing each word. “Yes or no?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it. So you don’t.

But no answer is always an answer.

In a flash, Vince is flying out the door, and you’re following just behind him. He throws open the door to his car, turning the key in the ignition, and fishes his phone from his jeans pockets, quickly dialing before holding it to his ear. “Sixx, what’s the address to Slash’s apartment? He still lives with the rest of ‘em, right?”

All the blood rushes to your cheeks when you realize what Vince is about to do. Throwing yourself at him, you try to pry the phone from his ear, but he stiffarms you, keeping you from the phone. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do, man. Just tell me the damn address, I know you know it. You did coke with the guy for fucks sake.”  

“Vince, please don’t do this.”

A wicked gleam shines in his eyes, and you hear Nikki recite the address on the other end of the line. Frantically, you run to your car, throwing open the door, only to see Vince take off down the street.

~~~

When you pull up to the apartment, Vince is quickly climbing the stairs, cracking each knuckle. Grabbing your bag from the passenger’s seat, you stagger out of the car, locking it, before climbing the steps two at a time. “Vince, stop!”

He sprints down the hall, too fast for you as you heave the bag further up your shoulder. You watch as he knocks loud and hard on the door, and when it opens, he forces himself inside the apartment.

You hear Duff’s voice. “What the fuck--.” He peeks his head out, eyes widening when he sees you hobbling over. “Y/N? What is going on?”

By the time you reach the door, Vince has Axl pinned against the wall. From the kitchen, Izzy watches, horrified, as Steven and Slash pull on Vince’s shoulders.

“Stop!” Dropping the duffel by the door, you sprint across the room, pulling the two boys away. The last thing you need is someone getting hurt. “Vince, get off him!”

By some miracle, he lets go.

“You want to tell us what’s going on?” Steven directs to no one in particular, hands on his waist.

“How many times do I need to threaten you, Rose?” Vince asks, nostrils flaring as he glares at the startled redhead. “Because clearly, once wasn’t fucking enough.”

“Vin--.”

“She doesn’t fucking want you,” Vince continues. Axl fidgets under his gaze. “No song, no kiss, and yeah, I fucking know about that, too, will ever make her want you. You’re a pathetic excuse of a man. Your daddy didn’t want you, your step-daddy didn’t want you, and my girlfriend sure as fuck doesn’t want you.”

Your heart stills when Axl’s face falls. His father had always been a touchy subject. Though Axl hadn’t remembered much about his biological dad, there was still trauma hidden deep within as his brain tried to block it out. You were the first person Axl had told about the abuse, as he was a victim of both his biological father and step father.  You were there for him then, and just like you promised all those years ago, you’d be here for him now.

Vince backs away and you seize the advantage, positioning your body between them. Letting an open palm fall behind you, your heart bursts with love when another hand slides into yours.

Vince eyes your entwined hands, letting out a shaky laugh. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“We’re done, Vince. You have hurt me for the very last time, and I will not stand here and let you hurt Axl. I simply won’t. Axl is a good man with a good heart and he always has been. And I know he loves me. He’s proved it,” Glancing back over your shoulder, you offer Axl a smile. His eyes are full of love as he watches you, squeezing your hand encouragingly. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

There’s nothing Vince can say. He can’t fix it. He can’t change. He’s lost you to a better man, a man that knows what he wants, and how to love someone the way they need to be loved.

He looks around the room, fists balled by his sides. Frowns, narrowed eyes, and bared teeth are directed toward him.

From the kitchen, Izzy is the first one to open his mouth. “You have three seconds to get your ass out that door before I call the police.”

With burning eyes, Vince backs away to the door, keeping his gaze locked on your face. “You’re going to regret this.”

He’s met with a confident shake of your head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

At the door, Duff gives Vince a warning stare. The blonde bassist towers over the scrawny blonde singer, looking even more intimidating in his leather apparel. Vince gives him a look before crossing the threshold, and Duff doesn’t hesitate shutting the door in his face.

Tension leaves your shoulders, the boys in the room letting out loud sighs of relief. You turn, lips turning upward. “I heard the song.”

Axl’s face softens. Sliding his hands around the sides of your neck, he pulls you close, foreheads just barely touching. “I figured. And you should know I meant every word.”

You don’t care that there are four boys watching you.

You don’t care that your eyes are shining with unshed tears.

You don’t care that you just ended a three year relationship.

All you care about is the moment when you push forward and kiss the lips in front of you with a fervent need. Arms circle your waist, pulling you deep as lips kiss you deeper. You cling to Axl’s shirt, never wanting to be apart from him again. But you know in your heart he’ll never let you go.

The warmth of his body dissipates when you pull back for a breath, the tips of your fingers grazing over the angles of his jaw, his cheekbones, and slowly coming back to the outline of his lips. They purse together, gently kissing the soft pads of your skin.

“I don’t want to rush anything,” Axl murmurs, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter at the sincerity in his voice.

“Oh, bullshit,” Duff laughs, leaning against the door. “He’d marry you tomorrow if he could.”

“Lovesick fool,” Slash chuckles in agreement, arm resting on Izzy’s shoulder.

“They’re not entirely wrong,” Axl says with a wink. “But the name of the song is Patience for a reason. We have all the time in the world, sugar.”

“I mean, you waited over seven years already, what’s another seven?” Steven jokes heartily.

Hands sliding around Axl’s neck, you pull him toward you once more. He dips to kiss you, and you savor in the feeling. Yeah, you’ll definitely get used to this.

“According to Izzy, you have a few other songs you wrote for me,” you say with a wiggle of your brows. “What do you say you sing them for me?”

In those perfect gray eyes, there’s nothing but love. And you feel it in your heart that you’re beginning to love him, too.  Maybe you won’t have to be patient after all. Love is natural, and with Axl, you don’t have to force it.

He whisks you away to his room, serenading you as you lie comfortably in his arms. He knows the songs by heart, and each one is unquestionably unique with different tones and melodies.

Turning in his arms, he continues to sing as you gaze at his face. So calm. So peaceful. So breathtakingly beautiful. And you realize now that somewhere in your heart, you had always loved that little boy on the playground.

And you were in love with the man he became.  

[myeverythingisyourstruly]

Richie and Eddie at the beach

Warnings: language

Request: Richie and Eddie going to the beach together for the first time.

“Richie! Do you ever read or do you just pick up things and go?” Eddie barked.

Richie froze for a moment and then scratched his scalp, ruffling his wild curls. 

“Is that a trick question?”

Eddie sighed loudly. “You brought the wrong sunscreen. I knew I should’ve packed it myself.” He took the bottle and squeezed out a good amount in his hand before rubbing it all over his arms. “I guess this will have to do.” Eddie muttered.

Richie shrugged. “Sunscreen is sunscreen.”

Eddie looked up from where he was sitting, a beach towel stretched out underneath him, to give Richie the evil eye. “That is not true. At all. This sunscreen you brought is SPF 30, I needed SPF 50!”

As Eddie went on a rant about the dangers of UV radiation and the increased risk of skin cancer without a good sunscreen, Richie was standing above him, letting his mind wander to another place.

Richie was picturing himself hauling Eddie over his back and--- well maybe not fully picking him up, realistically Richie’s back would go out. That’s what being 40 does to you. 

Instead of picking him up, Richie would drag Eddie out into the water and let him fuss and fight until finally he would plant a fiery kiss on him mid rant. Eddie would melt into Richie’s arms and then he would pull away and say, “I need you to take me home and fuck me, Richie.”

“Why are you smiling?” Eddie squinted, crumbling Richie’s fantasy.

“Oh, no reason spagheds, I just love you.”

Eddie looked taken aback. “I love you too, Richie…” he responded softly, feeling a little guilty. I mean he had just chewed the man out for not bringing the right sunscreen and Richie responds by saying he loves him? 

Eddie stood and slathered Richie’s long arms and broad shoulders with sunscreen, making sure to massage it all the way down to his lower back. He couldn’t help but admire what he saw, he loved Richie’s figure; quite frankly it turned him on.

About a month ago, the losers reunited at this same beach and had a blast; so much so that Eddie and Richie decided to come back for some quality time with each other.

After the evil demonic space clown that we do not mention by name incident, they made a pact (without blood this time), to stay in touch and have regular meet-ups/vacations with each other. This was also around the time Richie finally admitted he loved Eddie, and had for a very long time. They’ve been together ever since.

During the loser’s beach reunion, it had been an extra hot day which meant Richie was visibly sweating. Before Eddie got together with Richie he had found perspiration quite gross but on Richie it was a whole different story. Not only was the sweat giving Richie’s back a nice sheen, it was also dripping down his neck, mixed with the water droplets from the salty ocean.

It’s safe to say Eddie had a hard time concentrating on anything else. Eddie was full-on staring as Richie guzzled down a bottle of water, watching his adam's apple bob up and down, and the way the water left his lips glistening--

“You like what you see?” Richie asked, with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

Eddie turned away, “shut up, Richie.” It seemed like deny deny deny was the only thing Eddie knew how to do with Richie, even when they were an actual couple.

“What?” Richie laughed. “I couldn’t help but feel your bambi eyes burning a hole in my skull. You should learn how to subtly check someone out.”

“Fuck you,” Eddie scoffed.

“Anytime,” Richie winked.

“I was not checking you out, by the way. I was just waiting for you to finish so we could go back in the water.”

“Mhm, sure Spaghetti, you can lie all you want to but I know how you really feel about me.” Richie came up to Eddie and smacked a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. “You looove me,” he teased with a childlike voice.

“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” Eddie rolled his eyes but he secretly liked it.

Ever since that day Eddie started thinking about how hard it was for him to just give Richie a compliment, especially when it came to his physical appearance. During his marriage to Myra, he felt obligated to give false compliments about how great she smelled or how beautiful she looked, in order to be a good husband. But now he didn’t need to be that way.

He got past saying ‘I love you’ with Richie, why couldnt he get past this?

Richie stepped away from Eddie after he finished with the sunscreen, spreading his arms out with a smile. “So am I good to go, Dr. K?”

Eddie looked at Richie but didn’t say a word.

“What?” Richie questioned.

“You look.. nice.”

Richie looked down at himself, not really sure of what Eddie meant. “Really?” He was completely oblivious to how hot he was and it was pissing Eddie off.

“Well, yanno, I got these swim trunks from Target and-”

Eddie smashed his lips against Richie’s.

“I’m trying to say you look sexy, dumbass. You’re hot as fuck and it’s driving me crazy,” Eddie blurted.

Richie looked a little dazed. “Oh, okay...how long has that been on your mind, Eds? You seem a little constipated.”

Eddie kissed Richie again. “Shut up, you talk too much.”

“They don’t call me trashmouth for nothing,” he mumbled against Eddie’s lips.

Richie pulled him closer, wrapping his arms loosely around Eddie’s waist. “So you think I’m sexy, huh? How about we forget the beach so I can take you home and bend you over the couch?” He remarked in his strange Vinny Vedecci voice.

Eddie hummed. “We can do that...or I can do this,” all of a sudden Eddie grabbed Richie’s glasses off his face and ran towards the ocean.

“Hey! Give ‘em back, I need those! I’m too old to run like this, Spaghetti!” Richie took off after Eddie as the two of them laughed like they were kids again. Except this time, there was nothing or no one that could ever keep them apart.

[softlass27]

Flufftober Day 11 – Radiance

AO3 link here

Aaron quickly ducked through the door of the cafe, shaking cold rainwater out of his hair like a particularly soggy dog. He was supposed to be meeting Robert here for a coffee date, and of course the heavens had decided to open on him the second he stepped out of his car.

Realising there was nowhere for him to go except down a flight of stairs, he followed the sign and made his way into a basement room that absolutely screamed hipster, from its exposed brick walls covered in vintage posters, to the gramophone in the corner playing soft jazz. Not to mention the lighting. The cafe was dim and shadowy, the only dull light coming from a few exposed bulbs hanging from the ceiling above the counter where the baristas were hard at work. Christ, no wonder Robert had picked it.

Still shivering, Aaron squinted through the gloomy light until he spotted Robert huddled in a corner, head buried in a paperback. He smiled and headed towards him, about to call out a greeting, but another bloke in glasses stood in front of him and beat him to it.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Aaron heard him ask Robert, hand hovering over the empty chair opposite him.

“Sorry,” Robert looked up from his book and smiled apologetically. “I’m just waiting for my husband, he’ll be here in a minute.”

Something hot and thrilling shot through Aaron’s chest at the words. It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, he doubted he’d ever get sick of hearing Robert saying them so openly, declaring that he belonged to Aaron for all the world to hear. He supposed it was because the Aaron of five years ago had wished for it so desperately (whether he'd wanted to admit it or not), whilst simultaneously being convinced it was never going to happen.

He'd never been so happy to be proved wrong, honestly.

As the man nodded and stepped aside, it gave Aaron a clear view of his husband, and he raised his hand in a small wave as he made his way over. He saw the exact moment Robert spotted him through the crowd, mouth curling into a smile so radiant it practically lit up the otherwise-dark room.

“Hey, you finally made it,” he said as Aaron dropped into the seat opposite him, sticking his bookmark into his book and closing it.

“Sorry, had Vinny on the phone askin’ me about 28 stupid questions, held me up,” Aaron sighed and eased off his sodden jacket. “So this is your latest haunt, then?”

Robert went through phases with places like this. Cafes, bars, restaurants… he’d stumble across each one whenever he had a meeting nearby, declare it was his new favourite place, insist Aaron had to experience it with him, then keep returning until he found the next one.

“It’s nice, right?”

“Bit dark, innit? I’m surprised you can even read your book.”

“It’s mood lighting.”

“It’s an accident waitin’ to happen, someone’s gonna go flying down those stairs.”

“It’s romantic, Aaron,” Robert shot back with a pout that was so endearing, Aaron couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss it off his face.

“Okay, soft lad. Let’s enjoy the romance.” He looked down at the drink Robert had ordered for him, blinking at the mound of whipped cream that was dusted with some sort of orange powder.

“What’s this?”

“Pumpkin spice latte.”

“Seriously? You couldn’t get me a normal drink?”

“It is a normal drink in October. Don't be such a Grinch.”

“The Grinch is for Christmas.”

“Whatever the Halloween equivalent is, then.”

Aaron sighed and took a sip, licking foam off his top lip.

“So?” Robert raised an eyebrow. “Will it do?”

“... S’fine, I suppose.”

“Alright, don’t hurt yourself,” Robert rolled his eyes and took a gulp of his own drink. “You look nice, by the way.”

“I look like a drowned rat.”

“A very sexy drowned rat.”

“Okay, you weirdo.” Aaron took another sip of his drink (alright, it was quite tasty), enjoying the warmth the mug brought to his still-frozen fingers, and sat back in his chair. “How’s your mornin’ been, then?”

[vitosscaletta]

personality + relationships for julia & background + relationships for lucia 😌

rips you off and makes banners <3

PERSONALITY

What’s their alignment?

chaotic good/neutral. more neutral/lawful later on

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?

Not looking at it in-depth but entj 😳

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?

Writing obviously... Mostly her little newspaper articles though, she’s not creative enough to write fiction :/ Other than that she likes to read, mostly the standard literature of the time (she’s a big fan of Ernest Hemingway.. 😳) or some of her mom’s old stuff and a few other columnists she looks up to :) Also medical books her dad has in their living room. She reads those too. She also picked up sewing at some point in the late 20′s/early30′s but she’s kinda. whatever about it. Mostly did it when she couldn’t afford new clothes and tried to change the silhouette of her old stuff

What are they bad at?

Driving 😔 she’s not... bad... she’ll just yell at anyone for no reason and break speed limit all the time 

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?

No lol but she smokes... sometimes 😒

What are their goals and motivations?

God she’s ambitious as hell and it has mostly to do with her job... she wants to be a famous journalist or something but most of all to be taken seriously? Insert that saying about having to work twice as hard as a man to get half as much respect. Besides that, she also believes whatever she puts out into the world could somehow change things for the better :) It’s a little naive so she’d never tell people but. 

What are their manners like? Any habits?

Her manners are.. good? But she’s chatty and won’t shut up and says whatever is on her mind so

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

She’s friends with almost everyone at Salieri’s (except Frank ig just because I couldn’t see them interacting much.. and Vinny..) and mostly just hangs out with them, she doesn’t really interact with other people anymore. Friend group that consists almost exclusively of italians <3 Her best friends are Olive and Sarah, maybe also Carlo since he always hangs around the bar too while the others are doing idk mafia things and plays cards with them :/ She’s friends with the other guys too though. Including Ralphie to some degree, she feels sorry that everyone makes fun of him... then laughs at whatever mean shit the others say about him and feels bad about it 😔

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Oh you know 🙄 has a stupid little crush on Sam because she likes evil men i guess... idk what to say because there’s. A lot. They hold hands on her dads couch, get together like a year later because hes a freak etc. You know how it ends in canon but in the sexy superior au they get married in 1939/1940 something but nothing changes bc she was living in his crappy little italy apartment anyway :) also no kids god.. 

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Hmmm mostly her parents. Yes her dad is a crooked doctor but she wants to be like that too... He ends up in prison in the canon timeline though :c  Also her late mother... she was an author (not a well-known one lmao) who died in the late 1910s :/  She trusts uhhh.. her dad and her friends I suppose.. her close friends. 

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She dislikes/hates a lot of random people because she’s petty but has no real enemies? Maybe Morello & his gang but just because everyone else does.. She has the exact same opinion on him as Salieri so whenever he talks shit she’s like “haha YEAH! >:(”... then he goes crazy in the end :/

Do they have any pets?

Yes, a cat :) his name is Louie

Are they good with kids? Animals?

With kids... yeah, to some degree? She’s the cool aunt who teaches kids swear words like “oh nuts” and tells them (child-friendly versions of) stories about her mafia friends but she’s not really someone who could take care of a child all day 🙄 Animals... yeah? She’s good with cats but probably nothing else

BACKGROUND

Where were they born? What was their childhood like?

She was born in Parlermo in the 1920s but her family moved to america when she was very young so she has no memory of her old home :/ They weren’t very well off in sicily and that didn’t change when they moved, her parents worked shitty jobs with low pay so they didn’t have much & lived in some ugly little apartment in little italy with their three kids... Lucia had to take care of her brothers most of the time because her parents both worked.. and was usually the one who had to beat the other kids’ asses when they got into trouble with any of them 😒 She spent most of the free time she had studying and doing things for school so she could get a proper job and wouldn’t end up like her parents or whatever

What’s their family like?

Her parents like I said are both from Sicily.. her dad is a mechanic and mostly worked in some little garage. The earning wasn’t that bad for the time but he made a few debts to the bank (and other people trying to pay those off) in the 1930s so you know :/ Her mom worked part-time in some random store lol.. they loved her obviously but they were very strict and had a billion expectations while also not really being around enough. They do support her trying to do well in school, mayyyyybe also going to college and all that but still expect her to get married instead of pursuing a career in the end so she can become a proper housewife 😒  She also has two younger brothers, Antonio and Frank.. they’re closer and like i said... Lucia is the cooler older sister who beats up the other kids who mess with them. They don’t have much lore but.. they exist..

What factions or organizations are they a part of? What ranks and titles do they hold?

None... idk.... empire bay library where she works in the late 40′s/early 50s :) she initially just works there as a librarian but becomes an archivist in 1950 something.

How do they fit into their “story”?

Just like Mia, she’s Vito & Joe’s friend from childhood.. dumb teenage antics that end after high school and they grow apart while Vito is in the army and Joe does... crime things. She’s just doing her own thing until the like 2 months where Vito isnt in prison.. where she has to drive his ass home after he & Joe robbed that one jewelry store :^) also they all meet up again in 1951, life is good for 3 months

Where do they currently live? What’s their place like?

Some crappy little apartment complex in Westside except her apartment looks nice 😌 it’s nothing fancy but it’s cozy and nice, lots of books lying around (there’s a system to it according to her), some old furniture mixed with new mid-century style ones. She has a little sunburst clock hanging there.

How do they eventually die?

Uhhh probably just of old age... in a swamp..

RELATIONSHIPS

Do they have any friends? Would they consider anyone to be their best friend?

Her childhood friend group that I mentioned, consisting of Vito, Joe and Mia :) They all lived in the same crappy neighborhood and went to school together.. Apparently Joe was the neighborhood bully whch is funny as hell to me but also. Lucia got into his “gang” when he picked on her little brother and she threatened to beat his ass.. meanwhile Vito actually had to do that to get into their group lmao. They met Mia like two years later in church and all became friends when Lucia helped her out in school 😳 She’d definitely consider Mia her best friend, they still hung out after their little friend group fell apart :(

She’s also friends with Giuliana and by association Henry (not really she just hears about him from like everyone)

What’s their friend group like? What role do they play in it?

godd obviously she wasn’t the one who started shit but she gladly went along with whatever stupid bullshit the others were doing. She’s supposed to be the responsible smart one or something but she’s not... she’s the one who causes more trouble to help the others somehow 😌 Shoplifting antics

She started being responsible after graduating high school when her parents told her to do something with her life so she’s like... “time to stop hanging out with criminals and focus on college...”. she really misses it though :(

What’s their love life like? (See also: ship question meme.) Do they have any kids?

Ahem.... she and Vito.... Childhood friends to lovers 😌 they were just friends in high school & she thought she’d never see him again after he got arrested but she does in 1945. Then he gets arrested again :)) Uhh she probably briefly dated a few people during that time but nothing ever came out of it. They get together in 1951 though but i cant talk about my mafia ships here or I’ll combust. They also probably have kids idk yet.. they look like kids people

Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

She trusts..... her friends. and her brothers. Doesn’t really look up to her parents though because that’s exactly what she doesn’t want to be :(

Who do they hate? Do they have any enemies?

She doesn’t have any enemies she just hates some random people by association (the irish gang, some random mafia men she doesnt know)

Do they have any pets?

Two cats. Ocs by me owning cats cinematic universe

Are they good with kids? Animals?

Yes, she’s good with both :)

[skold]

i am currently watching my way through rickys entire youtube channel im having a great time

except for the asshole who said vinny would be hot if he wasn’t so short. manlets are sexy stop being a fucking coward

[tommynikkivincemick]

three way call — part 4

Summary: Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx find themselves in the frustrating predicament of being infatuated with the same woman. This calls for a competition.

Author’s note: So there’s some light Nikki smut that is not good at all because I’ve written smut before but only for myself, so writing it for people to read was a challenge. But I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry I took a little long on this chapter. xx

Warnings: Light smut, oral sex (female receiving), sex while intoxicated (?), language, alcohol consumption.

“I gotta date both of them. That’s the only way I’ll know, right?” She complained, sitting on the closed toilet seat.

The boys had gotten her home a couple of hours ago after many more kisses and a whole lot of flirting. Now her hair was up, her shoes and pants were off, and she was sitting in the bathroom in her tube top and underwear with a certain blonde singer.

“Seems like the right thing to do. Go on a couple dates with both of them, maybe even sleep with both of them, and see who speaks your love language,” Vince affirmed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, “By the way, are you done throwing up?”

“Yeah I think so. Thanks for putting my hair up, by the way,” She smiled weakly at him.

“You’re just lucky I happened to be getting ready to shower when you stumbled in. I should have made Tommy deal with your drunk ass,” The blonde smirked and nudged her arm, “Now I know you’re not going home so maybe scrub your makeup off in the sink and go to bed. I’m sure one of the guys will give you their bed for tonight, unless you wouldn’t mind sharing, which I know you wouldn’t.”

“Shut up, Vinnie,” Y/N whined, “Just give me a minute to take my makeup off and rinse my mouth out and I’ll leave you alone to shower.”

She grabbed a washcloth and mouthwash from underneath the sink, wiping away her makeup and adding minty freshness to her breath to replace the odor of vomit. She bid Vince a good night, took her hair down, and went to sit on the couch between her two almost-lovers.

“You feeling okay, babe?” Tommy asked, placing the back of his hand against her forehead as his mother would, “You’re clammy as fuck.”

“Thanks, T-Bone,” She said sarcastically.

“But for real, are you alright? You were in there for a long time. And you’re missing your pants,” Nikki commented, throwing his arm over her shoulders.

“I’m okay, I just drank too much. I’m not you guys, I don’t drink Jack Daniels like it’s sweet tea,” She joked.

On cue, Nikki lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink without even making a face. Y/N couldn’t even look at him drink without feeling sick.

“Can I sleep in one of your beds? Or would you rather me just crash on the couch?” She asked, looking between the boys.

“Well, Tommy and Vince share a room, so you can sleep in my bed. I’ll spend the night in sofa city,” Nikki offered.

“No; you have a big bed, we can share. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the couch in your own house,” She dismissed, “But uh... you guys can stay up, I’m gonna go to bed and sleep off the rest of the alcohol.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” Nikki said.

“Goodnight, Y/N, sweet dreams,” Tommy said, kissing her cheek.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” She said, turning to instead kiss him on the lips— nothing too crazy, just a soft little kiss.

Tommy wore a goofy, lovesick smile as she walked away and disappeared into Nikki’s room. The drummer and bassist shared a look, conveying the same sentiment; what a woman. Vince then walked out of the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around his waist.

“She decided that the best course of action is to date both of you and see who she connects better with. So who’s gonna take her out first?” The blonde asked, wandering to the kitchen and rummaging through the cabinets, muttering “Where’s the fucking weed?”

“Let’s do this the fair way,” Tommy said, presenting his fist to Nikki.

“This is so elementary, Tommy,” Nikki sighed, but went along anyway.

They played Rock Paper Scissors, best two out of three, and Tommy won. The drummer grinned widely as he thought of what he and his lady love would do on a date.

“Oh well, I’m still the one going to bed with her tonight. Goodnight, boys,” Nikki smirked, making his way to his bedroom.

Y/N’s legs were wrapped in blankets and she was laid on her side, watching old cartoons on the TV. She looked ethereal, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her skin bathed in blue light. Her bra was on the floor, as were her shoes and shorts.

“Mind if I join you?” The bassist asked, stripping down and putting on underwear to sleep in.

Usually Nikki was one to sleep naked, but he figured that wouldn’t be too good to do with Y/N in the bed, so boxers were the next best thing. As she nodded her consent, he slid underneath the covers, keeping to his side of the bed for now.

“You don’t have to be so far away if you don’t want to,” She said softly.

He sighed in relief and moved closer. He had intended to spoon her but she turned around and hooked her leg over his hip. She situated her head on his shoulder with one of his arms under her. She kind of smelled like alcohol, but she was warm and soft and comfortable, so it was fine by him.

“I’m still so drunk. I have the spins and my throat hurts from throwing up,” She whined quietly.

“You’ll be okay. I’m here, we’re in bed, it’s dark and quiet. If you need me to, I’ll go get you some water and medicine. You’re fine,” He murmured, stroking her hair soothingly (or at least, that’s what he was going for).

She was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Your heartbeat sounds nice,” She said.

He smiled slightly at her silly comment and relaxed beside her, intoxicated in more ways than one. If he were asked to describe paradise it would be this moment; her body pressed against his in bed with no noise except for the soft sound of whatever was on tv, wrapped up in soft sheets with time standing still. The only thing he might add is a bottle of whiskey and a baggie of fine Colombian cocaine. Nikki was for once totally peaceful until he felt the girl at his side wiggling upwards until her face was level with his.

“Hi,” He whispered with a lopsided grin.

“Hi,” She replied, gently placing a hand just below his jaw.

He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing, so he pressed their lips together for probably the tenth time that night. He swore he could kiss her for the rest of his life, which was really something, coming from a musician who could easily pull ten girls every night. Her whole body was pressed against him and the kisses they shared became more urgent before he felt her hips begin to stir. His mind went back to he and Tommy’s deal— whoever got her to fall in love or slept with her first won. And as much as he wanted to sleep with her, he wanted to give Tommy a fair shot.

“Nikki, I want you,” She murmured lowly.

“... Hold that thought, babe,” He said and jumped out of bed, running quickly to the living room.

“Tommy, you know how we said if she sleeps with one of us the bet ends?” The bassist asked urgently.

“Yeah, why? God, please don’t tell me you fucked her,” Tommy could already feel his heart shattering.

“No, no, not yet. What are we counting as fucking?” He asked.

“Uh... Only if your dick goes in her pussy. Everything else is fair game. And please don’t fuck her, I haven’t even gotten a shot yet,” The drummer pled.

“Yeah, yeah, got it!” Nikki nodded and rushed back to the bedroom.

By the time he returned, she was attempting to get her shirt off and failing miserably. He chuckled and joined her on the bed, pulling her shirt off with ease. He took a moment to marvel at her exposed chest as heat rose to her cheeks.

“Holy shit,” He whispered, not particularly for anyone to hear.

She crawled into his lap and moved her hips against his own. She tangled her fingers in his hair and placed kisses on his neck.

“Please?” She asked.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, babe— I want you to be absolutely sure, and I want Tommy so have a shot, too. But I can make you feel good, if you want me to,” He offered.

She considered his words. She really did love Tommy, and she didn’t want to completely break his heart. But Nikki— she would be lying if she said he didn’t look like a god right now with his fluffy, messy hair and sexy smirk and a little bit of residual eyeliner around his eyes. So she nodded her consent. He gave her a quick peck and gently pushed her shoulders back until her body met the mattress. He pressed kisses and sucked marks onto her throat, her chest, her breasts, and her stomach. She watched him with wonder and lots of lust in her eyes as he looked up at her from his position between her thighs and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties to drag them down her legs. He positioned her legs over his shoulders and gave her another look.

“You want this, gorgeous?” He asked as he kissed the inside of her thighs.

She nodded, “Yes, Nikki, please.”

“Good,” He said, getting a good look at her exposed core, “Because I want this, too.”

The bassist decided against wasting any more time and went to work lapping at her core. She moaned loudly, knowing that people were in the apartment, but not being able to help herself. He watched her eyes flutter closed and her back arch and felt a hand tangle in his hair and almost felt as if he was deriving as much pleasure from giving as she was from receiving.

One thing Y/N was learning from this experience was that Nikki was talented in more ways than one as his tongue drew figure eights in long, languid strokes, focusing heavily around her clit. She could feel herself coming undone at a rapid rate— it helped that he was working a couple of slender digits into her, heightening every sensation she was feeling. With the bassist in between her legs like this, it was so easy to forget the drummer on the other side of the door.

“I’m gonna go take a shower before bed,” Tommy said to Vince, approaching the bathroom just around the corner from Nikki’s room.

“Oh god, Nikki!” He heard from the bassist’s room as he locked himself in the bathroom.

Tommy didn’t need a shower, but he hoped the pounding of the water against the tiles would drown out the sounds of the woman he loved receiving pleasure from another man. So he twisted the taps and let the droplets of water slap against the tiles and vinyl shower curtain. God, he loved Y/N. He loved Nikki, too— but this was not a situation in which he was happy to see two of his favorite people come together. His romantic love for Y/N nearly outweighed his platonic love for his fellow Terror Twin. He would admit that sometimes he even toyed with the idea of the three of them being in a relationship— it was called polyamory, or something to that effect, he thought. Tommy thought that, realistically, that would be the smartest solution. But though he loved Nikki, the bassist was a selfish man. Sometimes it could be advantageous, but most of the time it was nothing but trouble. But the younger Twin could be jealous, too. It didn’t come from a place of selfishness like it did with Nikki, but for Tommy, the boy just happened to love too hard for his own good. He could handle Y/N loving Nikki, as long as he got a slice of the pie, too— but that wasn’t to be.

So, Tommy thought as his hair deflated from the steam, he would have to up his game.

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[glasyasbutch]

3, 12, 21 for as MANY ocs as you want to talk about! It's ask meme monday, it's a national holiday. go a little wild. treat yourself

it’s not ask meme monday again for 2 more hours so this isnt late. 

As a general rule, I’m picking mostly OCs who I haven’t developed as much just for funsies!

3. Scars/Painful spots:

Gent: I think I’ve said once before he has a jagged sort of circle-y scar on one of his shoulders from the time he and his crewmates got drunk and tried to play wine bottle swords. I also think he’s got a healed over stab wound in his thigh from sexy pirate dagger battles. His hands and shoulders used to be a lot sorer, when he was working as a boatswain/general deck hand, but now that’s he’s graduated to navigator, he doesn’t get as much physical exertion and he doesn’t hurt as much.

Udoora: Taking a page out of Fjord Criticalrole’s book, I think she has some pain around her tusks. While for Fjord it’s because he physically files them down, for Doora, it’s more natural. Elf jaws are shaped even worse than human jaws to have hugeo tusks in them, and given that she’s half drow, there’s a lot of tooth in not a lot of space in there. It’s not like, excruciating pain or anything, but they can get irritated, like when your wisdom teeth first start coming in and pushing on your other teeth. 

Gildy: She has arthritis! Mostly in her knees at the moment, which makes it hard for her to move around (especially in heavy armor). Thankfully it hasn’t gotten into her hands yet, so she can still smith easily. If it does start creeping in, she is a cool cleric now and can probably provide herself with fairly good pain relief so she doesn’t have to give up her hobby!

12. Grudges & Vendettas:

So like, Craving and Stella and Ezra all have super huge grudges that are the basis of their entire backstory so we’re gonna skip them. Don’t beat a dead horse and all that. 

Roona: She is so unbelievably petty, she has SO many grudges. She has gotten slightly better over the years, and Vinny’s been an especially good influence on her, but she still is kind of the opinion that people who don’t enjoy her brand of sponteneity and doing shit for the sake of doing it are just stuck up lame-os who need to get out of their own heads, even if Roona’s way of living is like. Actively disruptive to them. Still not her problem. The grudges come in whenever someone confronts her about this difference in lifestyle rather than just rolling their eyes and moving on. Name just about any town she’s been to (on the normal material plane) and she can give you the name of at LEAST one person there who sucks major ass spoon.

Hed’ja: Their religious poetry is objectively terrible. But if you say anything of the like to their face, you’re on the shit list. Now, they’re very good in general at not letting their grudges show from day to day. But you know, maybe your family’s offering will go missing in transit to the shrine when praying for a rich harvest. Or maybe the villian who gets gruesomely be-headed and de-boweled in their next 42 stanza ballad will happen to share your name, which is fine, cause you won’t ever read it, ‘cause you think its sucks. 

Udoora: She’s an absolute sweet as sugar, bleeding heart, forgive and forget, everyone has their hardships and it’s best not to judge since you can’t know what they all are type of girl. She’s a lawful good paladin. She lays on hands with cheek kisses. She doesn’t hold any grudges! She actively tries to love harder the more she’s hated. Fight fire with water type of thing.

Except there’s this one fucking miner from her hometown who bullied her relentlessly as a child and she’s cordial and pleasant to her as much as the next person she meets, but also if her patron was like “I’m gonna close my eyes for one hour and whatever you do, I will not see it, go fucking apeshit”. Doora knows where she’s going.

Nissy: I will simply say that this man walks through the world with an attitude of grudge-worthy until proven innocent.  

21. Turning points in their lives: 

Ok for this one I’m picking out one turning point explicitly NOT related to their main backstory conflict. 

Craving: I’ve talked about this once before, but Tiefling Homeschool because that was baby’s first crush on a girl. 

Tov: I’m thinking about a Gladeroth scene for another proseboy sent by Morgan so fuck it! I’ll say it! Meeting Glade for one night in the woods where someone looked at him and decided he could possibly be a good dude.

Stella: Owning her first pet! She grew up in the woods like Around animals but had never had a pet before, and once she had her own regular job and could pay to take care of an animal and didn’t have to move around too much to have one, it was a marker for her mental health and self confidence to be able to look at this little thing and go! That’s mine! I made that stay alive!

Hedja: Losing their eye. 

Gildy: The first moment she was told she was going to be a Grandma. 

Ezra: When he was eight or so, and one of the Clerics in the temple found him crying in the library because it was taking him so long to read his book of prayers, and getting gently pushed towards the training hall for the bigger boys, blowing his nose into the cleric’s sleeve, and entering this huge empty space smelling like sawdust and old sweat, and being asked to swing his tiny little eight year old fists at this huge punching bag, and doing it, and doing it, and doing it, until he realized he wasn’t crying anymore, and keeping doing it until he was exhausted, and teetering over to the bench and sitting down with the cleric and being told there’s more than one way to show piety, if words in mouths aren’t working, courage and hands might be another way.

Udoora: The first time she met a drow other than her dad.

Nissy: Getting sat down at his third decade or so and getting told about the beacon, and consecration, and really having den politics explained to him, and becoming brutally aware for the first time in his life how long all these expectations were going to be borne on his shoulders. 

Ebbie: When his brother and husband got married and adpoted their first kid, and suddenly Ebbie wasn’t the baby of the family any more. 

Roona: Realizing they literally just. Didn’t have to go to school if they didn’t want to. Goodbye.

Gent: When his moms got married! He was about 7 when they met, and 10 when they officially tied the knot. Going from a one parent to a two, super queer, parent household was really formative for him!