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summary; baking with vinnie can get messy

warnings; implied smut but nothing written, like one curse word

authors note; merry christmas and happy holidays everyone!! made christmas cookies yesterday (dec 21) and i was inspired

this is my work please don’t steal it thank you very much!!

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you and vinnie were spending christmas at his parents this year and so far its been so fun. you guys had family movie nights, sledding down a hill in the neighborhood, a ski and snowboard trip, and getting the fun of helping decorate the christmas tree.

it was now a few days before christmas and the house was winding down. for the next couple days you guys planned to just chill out around the house.

approaching midnight, you and vinnie, and most likely reggie too, were the last ones awake. you were slayed wide awake on his bed watching old sitcom christmas specials. you two were in matching pajamas too. you and vinnie found grinch pajamas at target and had to get them. you accompiened them with black tops, vinnie wearing a black tee and you a black tank top, showing a bit of your midriff.

you two hadn't necessarily been looking for something to do considering it was midnight but an idea struck vinnie like lightning. he sat up straight in bed, startling you a bit. "can we make cookies?" he almost begged. he knew you'd say yes but it was still worth the ask.

your smiled beamed, "of course!"

so you two headed downstairs and looked up a recipe and hoped you had all the ingredient. thankfully, you did. vinnie grabbed all the wet ingredient while you grabbed all the dry ones.

as you were pouring the flour into the measuring cup, vinnie had the not so brilliant idea to purposely bump into you making you spill a bit of flour on yourself. what he didn't expect was almost the whole thing to spill most of it, thankfully, getting on the counter but your black tank top now had flour dust on the front of it. "vinnie!" you whisper-yelled, trying not to wake anyone up. all he did was chuckle and you messy top.

deciding to get revenge, which was a horrible idea, you took a small amount of flour and chucked it as his shirt. he now had matching flour dust on the front of his black shirt.

thankfully the majority of the cookie making process was complete, all you needed to do was mixx the rest of the flour and put them in the oven.

vinnie glanced down at the flour on his shirt, "oh, youre on." a sinister tone laced through his words as a smirk appeared on his face. your eyes widen slightly, you knew what was coming. it all happens so fast, your run around the kitchen island as vinnie quickly grabs a handful of flour from the bag and chases after you. your thankful you didn't put on any cozy socks or you would've slipped and busted you ass.

vinnie catches up to you and holds you by the waist against his front. he sprinkles the flour all in your hair, not caring if some got on him. you squeal quietly as you feel the flour falling on your head. once he's done, his grip loosens and you step out of his grasp and look at him. "oh my god." you say dramatically with pauses in between each words.

looking for more revenge, you spot the open carton of eggs from earlier. you quickly grab one and throw it at his torso. semi-backfiring, it bounces off his shirt somehow and lands right in front of his feet splattering on his feet and unfortunately on yours too. you laugh a bit before you realize the trouble you had coming.

vinnie snatches two eggs while you grabbed a handful of flower. he threw the two eggs and you while you threw the flour of at him. the flour landed all over his front and the eggs landed all of your front as well.

it was now a full on food fight. almost every cookie ingredient was being thrown. from flour and eggs to bits of milk and sugar. you both now had milk and flour in your hair and egg and sugar spread across your clothes. the kitchen didn't look too hot either. there was a mess in the counters and cabinets and even the floors. at one point you both slipped and fell, thankfully no one heard and saw the horrid mess you both made. now you were laying atop each other covered on food laughing you asses off at how stupid yet funny this was.

you finished mixing the cookie batter and placed the dough balls in the oven. you made your way to vinnies shower to clean up the mess on yourselves. one thing lead to another and you had some impromptu shower sex after you finished getting clean.

after that fiasco, you both threw on some clothes and made your way to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies to head to the kitchen, both taking a mental note to clean the pathway from the kitchen to vinnies shower.

it was a slow process but you did it, you cleaned the kitchen and the dirty path you made. by the time you were done cleaning and put the ingredients back, the cookies were done.

you let them cool for an appropriate amount of time before each taking a bite. they turned out perfect, better than you both expected actually. the sugar cookies with christmas colored sprinkles mixed in were perfect.

you took a cake stand from the cupboard and delicately placed them inside and closing it with the glass lid. you left a not of the side letting everyone know you both made them.

eventually you were going to have to spill to vinnies mom the mess you made in the kitchen but she didn't need to know right away.

after eating one more cookie each, you both headed to bed where newfound tiredness took over you. you both curled up under his covers watching the sitcom reruns were still playing and fell asleep in each others arms. safe to say the was the best christmas you ever spent.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Idk if you do Vanny = Vanessa stuff, but if you do may I request the reader, who has a good friend of Vanessa's for a while now and hasn't been in contact with her since she lived in the pizzaplex, comforting her when traumatic memories of what Glitchtrap forced to do and how he treated her start coming up post-princess quest ending? Also if you could have it so she doesn't live with Freddy or Gregory and she just lives by herself now (because I don't really like the idea of her trying to raise a kid when she's so emotionally damaged) that'd be great too ^.^

Personally I’m a Twin Theory Truther but I do wanna explore that concept, too! And yeah realistically I doubt she’d live with them after all that happened soooo ye-

TWs: PTSD, Glitchtrap’s manipulation, & su!cidal thought mentions

........

“Vanessa, long time no see.” A light smile graced your lips as you gazed at the blonde standing on the other side of the door.

You haven’t seen her in god-knows-how-long, and you were relieved, considering this was your best friend.

Ever since she got transferred to Mega Pizzaplex for nightguard duties, she seemingly dropped off the face of the earth, not responding to any of your calls or texts. At first you didn’t think much of it; you figured the night shifts made her too busy or exhausted to hang out. You understood that.

What you didn’t understand was why she was never home when you visited her apartment.

You asked the neighbors and they said she left one day with just her uniform and never returned. There was no eviction notice pasted on the door, so you assumed she paid the rent in advance.

But why did she leave? She could’ve stayed with you if she needed to be closer to the mall. None of her actions made sense. You’ve always supported her no matter what--even though you weren’t a big fan of the shady company and its various establishments she worked for.

It made you anxious for weeks on end, so you were unbelievably happy to see she was alive, back at home. All of the sudden she had texted you early this morning and asked you to come over, promising to explain everything to you.

You pretty much bolted over here, eager to catch up.

Though from inside her apartment, all the lights were off, which was rather strange. She might just be used to wandering around in the dark, but you could also see a lot of clutter that hadn’t been cleaned up yet.

Vanessa didn’t look any better than the mess behind her. She was wearing a purple jacket, sweats, and a cap to cover her messily tied-up hair, yet it did nothing to hide the pure exhaustion in her eyes. It seemed like she hasn’t slept in days.

Not to mention her constantly shifting gaze. Her unwillingness to look you in the eye and only briefly smiling at you in greeting.

This definitely wasn’t the Vanessa you were childhood friends with. There was something she wasn’t telling you, something that was tanking her mental health, but hopefully you’ll get some answers.

“May I..come inside?” You awkwardly stood.

“..oh, y-yeah. Of course. Sorry.” She allowed you to enter while mumbling another apology about the mess. Then she flicked the lights on and shut the door, locking and bolting it.

Although that was a bit concerning, you paid no mind to that and just looked around the place. 

Then you noticed the empty rabbit cage in the corner. 

“Where’s your bunny?”

Vanessa froze. “My..what..?”

“The white bunny that was here?” You pointed to the cage. “His name was..Vinnie, or Vlad, right? I forgot. He was a cutie, but also kinda creepy whenever the light reflected in his eyes and made them look red-”

“Let’s stop talking about it.”

Out of nowhere her tone became snappy, and you looked at her in confusion. She seemed rather angry, but a moment later she calmed down, sighing shakily as she rubbed her hands together. “S-Sorry. I..sold him to help pay the rent. He’s in a better home now.”

“Oh.” You frowned a bit, now concerned at her mood changes. One moment she was timid and the next angry for no reason. “Vanessa, I’ve-”

“I’ll tell you everything..I just..I-I’ll be right back. Help yourself to whatever you want.”

And just like that, she took off to the bathroom, shutting the door.

Now you were seriously concerned for her well-being. 

She seemed incredibly avoidant on the matter. Your worst fear was that some creep was harassing her at work, or maybe an animatronic went rogue and nearly bit her.

But you didn’t want to speculate too much, especially when she hasn’t told you anything yet, so you just waited patiently for her to come back. 

‘Give her time..she’s probably just tired.’

......

After hiding in the bathroom, Vanessa took off her cap and splashed some water on her face, trying to take deep breaths. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest as she stared down into the sink bowl. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on breathing.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out-

“Here you are again..back to nothing, I see.”

“N-No..I’m..I’m done with you..!” Looking to the medicine cabinet, she saw the familiar shadow of a rabbit with humanlike purple eyes in the mirror. “I’m free now. Y-You can’t make me do anything.”

“Shame, my little bunny ended up being wasted potential. But no matter..life goes on..mine always will. Forever and ever. All thanks to you, Vanny.”

“Vanny is dead!”

“But Vanny is you..and you are Vanny. You two are inseparable! You’ll always hold the memories of what you did to those poor kids..those robots they loved and adored. You’re just like m-”

“SHUT UP!!”

The shadow laughed, its body distorting into wavy glitches. Vanessa struck the mirror with her fist, which only resulted in the illusion vanishing and her hand sporting a bruise. She winced in pain and looked at it again, seeing the glass bearing a large crack now.

Perfectly splitting the reflection of her face into halves.

She jumped slightly upon hearing a quiet knock.

“Vanessa? What was that? Are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine!" Rushing to the door, she leaned against it so you wouldn’t enter. But after only a moment of standing there, she suddenly had no will to stop you.

Why was she doing this? Why was she trying to resist?

It’s not like it did her any good before.

She heard you sigh. “I don’t think you’re fine. I know you’re scared to talk but..I promise I won’t judge. We’re still friends. I’m not gonna judge you or hate you for whatever happened.”

“...you promise?”

“I promise.”

Finally defeated, she opened the door and let you inside. You could see the cracked mirror and her bruised fist, which she hid far too late. As you reached out to her, you paused, noticing the way she flinched and her eyes became filled with tears.

"I’m just gonna take your hands, okay?”

Nodding, she let you take them, and you comfortingly rubbed your thumb over the bruise. “I’m here to help you, Vanessa. I’ll listen. Even if I can’t fix any of it..I wanna be here for you.”

Now that you were standing under brighter light, you could fully see just how pale and sickly she looked. It even made tears prick your own eyes, realizing she was more or less killing herself by working for that godforsaken company.

Swallowing her fears, Vanessa finally spoke up.

“I-I wanted to leave so bad..but...I didn’t have a choice.”

“You didn’t have a choice?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? Your boss wouldn’t let you-?”

“No..it was..a voice. It..got in my head one day and started telling me what to do. To act like it...think like it. It made me do things...a-awful things that I’m not proud of. Things that made me wanna die. But I-I couldn’t escape it, [y/n]. He wouldn’t let me. I had to listen..I had to obey..a-and if I didn’t I’d be locked away again.”

Now her tears were falling as she shook, sniffling. “He took so much from me..s-so much of my dignity..m-my passions...and my friends! And I couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it!! Therapy didn’t help..e-every single one either goes missing or turns up dead. Meds didn’t work either. H-He just kept coming back, saying I didn’t have a choice a-anymore...and he’s right. I didn’t! I NEVER DO!!” She began sobbing, slumping into your arms.

You embraced her with no hesitation, allowing her to bury her face into your shoulder and just cry. She clung to you and shook uncontrollably.

God only knows what she’d do if you didn’t come here. She just couldn’t handle being all alone after everything that happened tonight...and everything she’s done before that.

You muttered comforting words, now realizing that she never despised kids or animatronics. She was forced to work for this company by some mysterious voice, which seemed to have brainwashed her somehow, too.

This was something you’d expect in a horror flick. Not from your traumatized friend. You feel even worse knowing she’s been dealing with this for so long and you were completely unaware of it.

For a few minutes you both hugged, with you rubbing her back and not letting go until her sobs turned to sniffles. Only then did she finally stand up straight to look at you. With a soft sigh you took her hand again, leading her out of the bathroom and back to the living room.

Together you sat down on the couch, quiet for a moment as she kept sniffling and wiped her nose with her sleeve. You decided to make some tea to help her calm down, getting yourself a mug as well.

Once you returned with the hot drinks, you took a sip of yours before turning to Vanessa. She looked a little bit better now that she had that good cry and tea in her hands. “I had no idea it was that bad, Vanessa. I’m..so sorry. But you made the choice to quit and invite me over here. That was you, not whatever this voice is. When did you start hearing it?”

A small tired laugh left her. “I-If I tell you too much..you might go missing, too.”

“Well..even if I do, which I won’t, I’d rather hear the full truth.”

“..I started hearing it when..I was a beta-tester for that VR game...”

She went on to explain as much as she could recall. About the strange Bonnie-shaped glitched she encountered, how he hacked into her headset and then her mind, and how he told her to go work for several Fazbear establishments. She claimed he was the soul of a serial killer who needed her help in constructing a physical body so he could return to the real world.

And she told you about last night’s events at the Mega Pizzaplex, where she was actually living for a while, working as a guard and discreetly being forced to build that body, hence her disappearance. She mentioned Gregory and the Glamrock animatronics, but nothing about when she ordered the old STAFF bots to tear apart Freddy.

“..then all of the sudden I just..stopped hearing him. Gregory says he tried some games that..apparently set me free? I-I don’t know how that worked but I haven’t heard that voice since. Hah..I forgot what it’s like to think for myself.” Smiling, she brushed away the few tears that fell from her eyes, relieved to finally get the truth out to someone she cared about. “Crazy, huh?”

“It’s..definitely something I’d expect in a futuristic horror flick but..I believe you.” You reassured her. “Whatever that thing was..it’s gone now and it won’t hurt you anymore.”

“I know..but..now I don’t know what to do.” She sniffled, finishing the last of her drink. “Sometimes I see him in the mirror, taunting me. But he can’t control me like he used to. I’m trying to stand up for myself again.”

“I guess that’s what the yelling earlier was.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise. God..I forgot how to act around normal people.” Groaning, she held her head in both hands.

“No, no..you don’t have to apologize for anything.” You offered a comforting smile. “You’ve been through a lot. So just..try to take it easy today. If you ever need anything else, I’m here for you, okay?”

Vanessa looked up at you and nodded. She felt guilty for ignoring your calls and texts without warning and being such an emotional wreck when you finally see her again.

Surely, you’d think she was insane. But as you said earlier, you didn’t judge her. Not even angry at her whatsoever for leaving you hanging.

You’re such a great friend.

For a few moments she was quiet, before she rested her head on your shoulder. “You mind staying for a little while? I-In case I have another dumb freak-out.”

“I don’t mind at all. We’ll just chill out here and watch TV.” Putting an arm around her, you got more comfortable on the couch. “Is this alright? I know you’re not too touchy-feely-”

“It’s fine. I..really need this right now.” She eventually closed her eyes. It was the first time in a long time that she wasn’t afraid to shut them. 

The tea and just talking with you felt cathartic, leaving her tired. But it was a good kind of tired.

She was finally free of that awful demon and got her best friend back.

[superseggsygurl]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲

WARNING: 18+, smut, swearing, daddy kink, choking kink, and some degradation

THIS IS LONG SO GET SOME POPCORN 😎

Vinnie could tell from the moment he woke up that today was not going to be his day. It first started out when he woke up without his girlfriend next to him because she had to go into work early. Then when he was out with Jett running errands, his car completely shut down on the side of the road, and he was stuck there for about 2 hours. Prior to that, he had also spilled coffee all over himself this morning and had to change clothes, but the coffee smell still lingered on him.

After a horrible day all he wanted to do was see you, he needed to relieve his built up stress and anger somehow.

Just as he had gotten out of the shower, finally getting that annoying coffee scent off of himself, his phone started going off, with your name flashing on the screen.

He sat down on his bed and answered the facetime call, just to see you cuddled up in your own bed with the tv playing in the background.

“Hey baby” you spoke softly, making him feel slightly better, just from hearing your voice.

“Hey babe” Vinnie spoke in a low voice, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

 “What’s wrong Vin, why do you sound upset?” You asked worriedly, sitting up in your bed.

“I’ve just had a really shitty day.” Vinnie sighed, running his hand over his face,as he began to explain to you what happened.

“Well if you want you can come over here and I can make us dinner, and we can watch a movie or something.” You said, trying to make him feel better. “I’ll even cook your favorite.” You added, chucking, making Vinnie laugh slightly.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He spoke. You exchanged ‘I love you’s’ before hanging up.

***

It took Vinnie about 25 minutes to get to your apartment, and by the time he arrived you had just finished dinner, setting it up nicely, with candles. You even put on your satin nightgown, Vinnie’s favorite.

Right as you set down the last plate, a knock was heard. You speed to the front door, opening it to see Vinnie with grey sweatpants and a tight short sleeve white shirt.

“Hi my love, I missed you.” You spoke wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stepped into the apartment.

“Missed you too babe, haven’t seen you in like a week.”

As you were about to answer, he interrupted you, attaching your lips in a passionate kiss.

You pulled away before things got heated.”Well dinner’s ready, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

You took his hand, and guided him to the kitchen. “What do you think?” You asked looking over at him to see his reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this looks great.” Vinnie gasped and kissed your cheek.

***

After an amazing dinner, you made your way into your room, and you sat down on your bed, looking up at him.

“I really missed you babe” Vinnie said walking towards you, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I did too, so glad you're here” You whispered, looking up at him innocently, stroking his thigh softly.

“I had such a fucked up day, and you made it so much better.”

“So what can I do to make it even better?” You eyed him up and down, tugging on his shirt to make him come closer. The both of you don’t say anything for a few moments, then Vinnie reaches out to grab your chin and brings you into a rough, needy kiss. Pushing you down on the bed. Vinnie takes off his shirt, and climbs on top of you reconnecting your lips.

 He then goes down to your neck, sucking harshly, causing you to softly moan, grabbing onto his curly hair in the process.

 Vinnie pulls off your tank top, throwing it somewhere else in the room, to be faced with your perky tits. “Fucking beautiful baby.” He mumbles, taking your hardened buds in his mouth. You whimper, arching your back into his mouth. 

“Mmm, please Vin” You whine. 

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” “I want you to touch me Vin, p-please.” You breathe out, desperate for the feeling of his hands on you.

“ Where baby, right here?” He whispers in your ear, as he grazes your thigh. You shake your head no, as he moves his hand up to your stomach. “Here?” He teases you. “No Vin, I want it here” You say, guiding his hand under your nightgown. 

As he makes contact with what he expects to be your clothed pussy, instead  he feels your bare, wet cunt.“No panties baby?” He ask’s, looking down at you. You giggle and shake your head no. 

He starts teasing your pussy, making slow strokes on your clit, making you whine softly. 

“Vin please I-” 

“Who?” He asks, slapping your thigh, making you moan slightly.

 “Daddy please, I want it so bad, please touch me.” You cry desperately.

 “You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, and just as you’re about to respond, he slips his fingers into your warm walls. You cry out, at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you out.  He almost immediately starts hitting your g spot, curling his fingers perfectly.

 “Oh my god, r-right there dad-dy” You scream, as his pace gets faster, making your eyes roll back.

 “Oh Fuck, I’m gonn-a cum” You squeal as your hips buck up slightly, until Vinnie pushes them back down. 

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me?” He grunts in your ear, only driving you closer to your orgasm. 

“Fuck yes I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” You practically beg, looking up him with the most innocent look possible. 

“Cum on my fingers baby, make me happy.” He spoke, biting and sucking on your neck, making you reach your climax. 

“I wanna make you feel good too, daddy.” You breathed out, giving him one last kiss before flipping you guys over and leveling yourself with his hardened cock, palming him through his sweats, causing him to groan, bringing his hand up to grab your hair. You pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, looking mesmerized at his hard cock springing out hitting his stomach, making him grunt lowly. 

Then, you slowly started to stroke his dick, licking from the base of his cock to his red, angry looking tip.

“Don’t be a tease baby.” Vinnie mumbled, trying to control himself from shoving his dick down your throat. 

After you decided he had enough teasing, you took his cock in your mouth, jerking off what you couldn’t fit. You took as much as you could, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making him moan loudly, only encouraging you to go faster. 

“Just like that sweetheart, suck my dick so good for me baby.” He mumbled, throwing his head back, biting his lip. 

You took his cock out of your mouth, jerking him off in your hand, making him whimper slightly.

“I want you to fuck my throat daddy” You whispered, putting his cock back in your mouth, looking up at him innocently, making him groan at the sight of you.

He then slightly bent his legs, and began thrusting his hips up, fucking your mouth roughly. His dick hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag, but you loved the feeling.

You started playing with his balls, knowing how much he likes it. “Oh f-fuck y/n just like that sweetheart” Vinnie moaned, thrusting his hips a few more times before spilling his cum into your mouth.

“Such a slut for my dick hm baby?” Pulling you up to him, and kissing you roughly.

“Turn over for daddy” He said lowly in your ear, making you whimper.

You turned over, sticking your ass up in the air, just how he liked it, shaking it slightly to tease him, causing him to smack it harshly.

“How bad do you want it baby, hm?” He asks, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, making you cry out.

“I want it so bad daddy please, please fuck me!” You begged, pushing your ass back on him.

“Yeah? My little whore wants my dick?” He questioned, making you even more desperate.

“Yes I want your cock so bad, please fuck me-” before you could even finish your sentence Vinnie was pushing his cock inside you making you groan, barrying your face into the sheets, to make less noise.

“Don’t you fucking  do that, I wanna hear you scream for me.” He says, smacking your ass in the process.

“Daddy, it f-feels so good, I love when you fuc-k me” You moaned, barely being able to get out your sentence.

“Turn around baby I wanna see your face when I fuck you” Vinnie spoke as you turned around, and spread you legs, to give him a good view of your glistening cunt.

He lined up his cock with your pussy, once again and pushed it in, fucking you hard and fast. He then wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t holding up his body weight, around your throat and your eyes to roll back.

Vinnie immediately notices, making him chuckle. “You like when I choke you baby, my little slut likes this?” He asks, making you nod your head repeatedly.

“I wanna hear you say it” he whispers in your ear, softly biting on your lobe, causing you to moan.

“I love wh-en you choke me d-daddy”  You screamed as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, hitting your g spot.

It was only a matter of time before you were cuming, clenching around his dick triggering Vinnie’s release.

“That definitely made my day better.” Vinnie chuckled as you laughed along with him, both of you falling asleep moments later.

Didn’t proofread so hopefully there are no errors  😋😋

[urbfsecretgf]

The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

[choco-glow]

Birds of a Feather

Tifa had to smile a little as her frequent visitor shifted his weight on the bar stool, his contemplation of his whiskey glass interrupted by a gaggle of bachelorettes begging her for martinis and cosmos. This was part of her usual crowd on Monday nights, the last of the work crowd drifting off into Edge's shadowy streets, a remnant of the swell of people from just four hours before. Vincent had drifted in with the first swell, and after hiding in her smallest booth for the majority of the night, he'd slunk to the bar as usual, nursing a few glasses of whiskey along the way.

It was his way, and she was quite used to it; in fact, she preferred it, and more often than not, she found herself taking her breaks with him, happy for the quiet aura of his company. He eyed her as she deftly made the drinks, pouring them directly into the salted glasses, earning her a chorus of drunken cheers for the final flourishes. As the girls drifted away, congregating around one of the far corner booths, Vincent finally heaved a sigh of relief. Crimson eyes met her own claret when she chuckled, and a tiny smile quirked those thin lips.

"You are amused?"

"Oh Vincent, I shouldn't laugh, but you're so easy to read." He tipped the glass to her and took a sip, eyes closing to the burn down his throat, and he settled his elbows on the bar, propping his head up on long, slender hands, one encased in a black leather glove to protect both the eyes of strangers, and the fragile skin that covered his arm as he met her eyes again. He was dressed simpler than usual; a dark blue silk shirt (ever the vain bird, he had to have the best, and really, he could afford it) and black jeans, his holster still strapped around one thigh, knee-high boots and a discarded jacket topping the ensemble. He'd cut his hair, too, to what it had been in his Turk days, though it still was about as unruly as it had been long.

"Ah, so I am an open book?" She mimicked him, just a little ways down, crab-shuffling over to lean across from him.

"No, but you are a very interesting puzzle at times. So, are you going to the motel tonight, or will you finally spend the night here? The old place is a little empty without Denzel and Marlene." Vincent raised an eyebrow at her offer, but his expression softened. Tifa was not a woman who did well alone; she was like a songbird, and away from her flock, she didn't know what else to do. He could see how lonely she was...and ever since he'd returned from the hell that had hidden beneath Midgar, he'd made a point of visiting her more and more in the last two years. Five years since Meteor...

"Marlene is back home with Barret, of course...Denzel is with Cloud, yes?"

"Mmhmm. He's been Cloud's assistant for the last year or so anyway, and since Cloud's been working so much with Reeve these days, he's not alone in the warehouse anymore. It does help that Reno and Rude are helping him too..."

"I thought that Yuffie was moving in here a few months ago..." Tifa shrugged, absently noting that the bar was finally emptying out. She ran the bar from just after the dinner hours to around one or so, her second job out at one of the retail stores ending at five, but starting at nine in the morning, leaving her usually with very little time to herself. Vincent, and the others, of course, but mostly the tall gunman, had taught her to begin delegating her duties out so that she could take time off.

Usually, it was a little dinner, some drinking, and the occasional movie, but lately...it had only been Vincent coming around. And she had wondered, ever since Cloud had moved out, if perhaps the reason why Vincent had warmed to her so much after the Deepground affairs was because he had a vested interest in her. Now, wouldn't that be a pretty picture? She glanced over at him and fought to hold back a blush at his own gaze. Cid had always said that Vincent was a raven; harsh, imposing, dangerous and solitary...but ravens were quite the gentlemen, weren't they? And they mated for life...Resolutely, she shoved that idea out of her head.

"She was, but then she had to go back to Wutai. Godo wasn't doing too well, and her honor won't let her neglect her country." Vincent huffed out a laugh and took another swig, his tone musing.

"I never would have imagined that I'd be on a first name basis with the leaders of two continents..." Tifa laughed, and filled his glass again, sipping her own long-stemmed wine glass with ease.

"Me either, but oh, how far we've come. So, I'd like an answer, my dear nightbird; are you staying or are you going?" She replied glibly, sliding off the counter to begin collecting glasses and shut up for the night. He raised another eyebrow at that; 'nightbird', was he? Well, then, that did deserve a truthful answer, and as he watched her sweep up the glasses, he had to admit, part of his reason for returning so often wasn't entirely due to friendship.

Any fool could see that Tifa was attractive; he personally found her to be drop-dead gorgeous, and she looked no less beautiful in the dark jeans and swoop-necked blouse than she had in that white tank top and leather miniskirt. In fact, he rather liked what she was wearing tonight...the jeans flared from her knee down in a gentle angle out, curving up over those perfect hips...the blouse was loose and flowing, occasionally dipping down to reveal a perfect, pale shoulder, the soft swell of her breasts hidden, teasing just below that top hem.

Lucrecia had been pretty, but inside, she was as cold as the mako that encased her. Tifa was warmth and life and true beauty, alive in every sense of the word. He had cared for Aerith, but she'd been rather distant, in his opinion; not that he hadn't felt sorrow at her loss, but it was a sorrow for the planet and its people, as well as the girl. Tifa, though...he felt his chest tighten at the mere thought that she could be so easily harmed, and he knew, deep down, that should that ever happen...He rose, the alcohol making his senses just a touch sharper. He made his way carefully over to her, and picked up the first trayful, the larger one as she glanced up.

"Vincent, you're my guest!"

"Perhaps, but I can't in good conscience not help you." She sighed, but her rosy lips curved up in a smile and he felt his own face react in kind.

"...Alright then. It would be nice to rest early tonight, for a change..." The next hour went quick, to his surprise; she had two sinks behind her bar, and with both of them washing the glasses, (Vincent took off his glove to protect the leather) the workload disappeared with ease. He leaned back with a groan and stretched his shoulders, working out the kink that leaning over had caused. She laughed softly, her voice huskier than usual, and after drying her hands smartly on the towel between them, reached up to rub her strong hands along the taut muscles around his spine. Vincent's eyes closed in pleasure, and he let her massage out the knot, his hands clenching, just a little, at the lip of the sink.

"It's been a while since I've been a dishwasher..." His own voice had deepened, and a flash of a grin flitted across his face when her fingers stumbled. Ah, he still had his touch..."You need not do that, Tifa."

"Think of it as a thank you for helping me. I didn't expect to close up at ten tonight." Oh? Vincent licked his lips, and pulled away from her, just a little, curving his body back around to face her, leaning up against the counter's edge, his height diminished as he leaned over her. She was roughly a head shorter than he, and those warm red eyes met his own, pleasantly void of fear or distrust. She knew him, knew his body language, his actions...

"Tifa..." Was it just him, or did she color a little when he said her name?

"Yes, Vincent?" Gods, the way she said his...it was never 'Vin' or 'Vinnie', it was always, always Vincent. Gods, he could love the woman just for that. Fortunately, the feeling seemed to be mutual, and though he felt as though he was about to dive headlong off a cliff...the feeling had never been sweeter.

"Are you...seeing anyone?" Tifa flushed softly, but she shook her head, slowly, her heart in her throat. "Would you...like to?"

"Yes..." It was a whisper of sound that passed her lips, so quiet that even his sharp ears barely heard it, and he closed the distance between them, his human hand coming up to rest on her cheek, cupping her jaw. A thrill ran through his body as she leaned into his touch, her own hands coming up to close about his hand and wrist, and he drew her close, brushing his lips across her forehead. "How long...?"

"Since you and Cloud levered that coffin lid off, and woke me to the world I'd lost. Despite what our blonde friend might think, you were the first I laid eyes on in three decades...and my first thought was that I'd finally died, and my angel was there to take me away." He replied, his voice softer, gentler, as he tucked her head under his chin, snuggling her close. "And in the last five years, I've discovered that what I felt for Lucrecia was a kind of love, but not the sort that lasts. She never would have braved the wilds, fighting monsters, camping rough, for almost a year, and she never would have come to the aid of others. You...You thrive in adversity, like the little flowers that I remember clinging to the cliffs of the Nibel mountains. And you...are just as beautiful as they." She laughed into his chest, and he dipped his head down further, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"A flower, eh? I thought that was Aeris..." He chuckled as well.

"Perhaps the analogy is in need of alteration, then? A songbird, whose beauty is in her voice and her actions, as well as her plumage." She giggled at that, and pulled away, snickering a little at his quirked eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Cid always calls you a raven...so I suppose it really does fit. You know how the old saying goes, after all..." He smiled, and drew her in for another kiss, his lips hovering over hers.

"Oh, that I do...we flock together, don't we?"

[virtueangel]

limitless.

chapter six.

wc: 2,242. original publish date: october 10, 2020.

Van Gogh and JFK slouch in the diner booth, eating silently. Kennedy keeps opening and closing his mouth, wracking his brain for something to say so the quiet doesn't crush them like an incinerator. Every time he inhales, moving his lips to form a word, Van Gogh gives him a warning look before nibbling another one of his fries. It's too early in the morning for something so salty, but Van Gogh thinks he can handle it.

This time when Gogh glares at JFK, he ignores it. "Look, I'm sorry. I just-"

"Forget it, Kennedy."

"No, it's-"

"Stop. Just stop. I won't call you-" his breath catches. "I won't call you by your first name again. We'll be Van Gogh and Kennedy. I'm sorry I said anything at all." He chugs down his ice water. He places a palm on his head, massaging his scalp to coax the brain freeze away.

JFK opens his mouth to return, but thinks better of it. And just like that, he's fighting with his best friend again. All because it was someone's stupid idea to get rid of John and Vincent; Jack and Vinny when they were really little and Van Gogh still believed there was good in the world.

Van Gogh and Kennedy sit in the silence for the rest of the meal. For once, neither boy is reaching for something to say. The lack of conversation is by no means comfortable or companionable, but Van Gogh doesn't let it lift. JFK pays the check as usual, and they leave the restaurant, walking side by side. Kennedy slows his stride so Van Gogh can keep up, as he always does. Gogh doesn't thank him. He never seems to notice. This is another one of their quotidians, one of their unspoken truths that they don't break even in the heaviest of fights.

The earth will shatter the day they step out of their routines.

***

"Can I have the map?" JFK asks after awhile, eyes fixed on the open road in front of them. They've been driving for an hour since the diner, and still haven't seen a single other car.

"I thought this was our unplanned trip," he replies halfheartedly, but opens the glove compartment anyway.

"It was, until Weird Joan told us about Marshtown." JFK glances at his best friend, and when he doesn't reply, he adds, "We don't have to go if you don't want to. I get it if you changed your mind. We can just go back to Exclamation!."

"No," Van Gogh says too quickly. He sighs and relaxes. "Here."

"I can't look at it while I'm driving."

"Then why did you ask for it?" Van Gogh's eyes narrow.

JFK exhales. "Sorry. Do you know where the exit is?"

He trails his finger down the map, stopping for a second only to move some hair out of his eye. "Exit four-thirty-five. Not for a while. Still, like, forty miles."

"The girl at the inn made it sound like it was close to Blackbox."

Gogh shrugs, folding the map but keeping his hand on it. "I don't know. Maybe she and her boyfriend wanted to leave the town behind."

"Or maybe her boyfriend lives there," Kennedy suggests.

And just like that, the boys are talking again. The tension has unwound itself from their necks; the air is light enough to breathe.

"I don't think I'd drive all the way out here to look for a boyfriend," Van Gogh says before quickly adding, "Not that I'd ever be looking for a boyfriend."

"Maybe he went to Blackbox to meet her."

"I doubt that too. I wonder how that town even got built."

"I don't think anyone lives there," Kennedy claims.

Van Gogh's eyes widen and he turns to his best friend. "Really? You think all those well-maintained houses are just for show?"

Kennedy shrugs. "It's possible that they're not houses at all. Maybe just cardboard. Weird Joan said they don't get visitors."

"But why would they do that? Build a whole town out of cardboard?"

JFK thinks long and hard, biting his lip. He chews the inside of his cheek, wishing he had some gum. Why hadn't be brought any gum? "I don't know. But those houses were awfully photocopied."

"My neighbourhood is photocopied," Van Gogh counters.

JFK shakes his head. "Not like Blackbox. I mean, yeah, they all have the same floor plan and the same paint on the outer walls, but they're still personalised. I mean, some of your neighbours have benches on their lawns or swings on their porches. Some have potted plants lining their driveways, others have signs in the kitchen windows. I guess all of this is to say that your neighbourhood, while bland, and, well, Americanised, still looks lived in."

While Kennedy says all this without a glance toward the passenger seat, Van Gogh is mesmerised by his sudden burst of sophistication, eyes glued on the body's side profile and blinking in bewilderment.

"Okay, what has been going on this week? This is the second time is as many days that you've given me a perspective on something that isn't superficial."

JFK smiles, exposing his Colgate model teeth. "Mostly I just think about what you'd say to me if the roles were reversed because you've always got some smart shit to say."

Van Gogh looks away, flattered. His cheeks glow pink and warm. "Not that smart..."

Kennedy looks at Van Gogh now, glad there are no cars on the road so he can slow down in the far left lane without worrying about causing a crash. "Yes, that smart. You speak the way you paint."

Van Gogh's face feels as fiery as his hair looks. "I'm just trying to live up to the real Van Gogh."

JFK smiles now, but it isn't his usual arrogantly flirtatious look. "He'd be proud."

Van Gogh looks away.

"He would be."

Vincent, he wants to say. Call me Vincent. But while Kennedy is tragically intelligent, he can't read minds. Maybe that's for the best. Maybe Van Gogh would stop thinking altogether if he could.

***

Van Gogh falls asleep in the silence. Kennedy doesn't mind. He presses the power button on the radio, turns the volume down low, and flips through the stations until he finds something that won't disrupt his passenger's slumber. He finds driving in silence during the daytime insufferable, so he lets the classical violin consume the car. He keeps an eye on Van Gogh, but he doesn't react to the music. He might not have noticed at all. Kennedy gives the boy one last once-over, his eyes washing the boy's pale hands and his healthily long fingernails and the way his wrists flow out from the cuffs of his letterman jacket, like he belongs in it. Even though he'd gotten mad at Kennedy, he never took off the layer. JFK always tells Van Gogh it's his jacket now despite the stitching on the back, but he knows Van Gogh still thinks of it as Kennedy's. That's flattering in its own way, though JFK would never tell him.

Minutes or hours pass; Kennedy isn't really sure. He starts to think that maybe he's missed the exit, but he looks up to read the signage and he guesses they're still a good twenty miles from four-thirty-five. But the car needs gas at some point, and by the looks of the gauge on the dashboard, that time is now. JFK makes his way over to the right lane, checking his mirror and activating his turn signal even though he knows there are no cars on the road. Even in his drowsy state, Van Gogh can hear the organised ticking of the blinker, and it soothes him.

Kennedy successfully exits the highway, as seamlessly as the last time. JFK, while a notorious speeder, is an embarrassingly clean driver.

He pulls into a gas station. This one doesn't look as murderous as the one in Blackbox, thankfully. He opens his car door and hops out of the vehicle, coaxing it shut so he doesn't wake his best friend. He does anyway.

"Shit! Sorry, Gogh."

Van Gogh waves him off. "It's, what, 1:00pm? I probably shouldn't be sleeping in the middle of the day anyway."

"What time did you end up going to sleep last night?"

Van Gogh thinks for a second before shrugging. "I don't know. You fell asleep before you said I had to, and I probably stayed up after the bedtime you set for me. Which, by the way, don't do again." He glares playfully.

JFK punches one of the gas options and inserts the pump into the car before turning back to Van Gogh. His hair is messy and falling over his face. One of his cheeks is dusted a light shade of pink against the paleness of his skin, probably from being pressed up against his seatbelt as he napped. Kennedy grins.

"Sorry. I just don't want you to turn into an insomniac."

Van Gogh scoffs. "I already am an insomniac."

"You get that from your dad."

"Which one?" Van Gogh asks absently, already knowing the answer. He doesn't have anything in common with his foster father. He barely even remembers what the man looks like.

The pump cuts off with a low groan and Kennedy removes it from the car. He screws the cap back onto the gas tank and shuts the flap, shiny and red as the rest of the convertible. He inserts his credit card into the machine and punches some numbers before it beeps. He sits back in the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel before buckling his seatbelt.

"Don't you think it's sweet that I care about you?" He asks without looking at his passenger.

Van Gogh smiles, but turns his head toward the window so JFK can't see. "No. I just think you don't want to be responsible for my dead body if I die on this road trip."

Kennedy laughs, and it's genuine and from his chest. It's not often that Van Gogh sees his best friend laugh with authenticity; usually he just laughs at his own jokes, shallow and cruel.

JFK doesn't say anything else.

***

"Do you miss her?" Van Gogh asks suddenly, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with the cuffs of his jacket sleeves.

"Who?" JFK replies, though he already knows.

"Cleopatra."

JFK shrugs. "Haven't really thought about her."

Van Gogh's brow furrows. "Don't you feel bad about that?"

More shrugging from Kennedy. "She's not my girlfriend."

The redheaded boy sits back in his seat, no argument for that answer. He's heard it a million times, like the only reason JFK won't ask her to be his girlfriend is so he'll have that excuse to be shitty to her. But then again, maybe he's only shitty to her because she's not his girlfriend.

"You never ask about Cleo," Kennedy says after a couple seconds. "I thought you didn't like her."

Now it's Van Gogh's turn to shrug. "I don't really know her, so I guess I can't legitimately dislike her, but you know I hate everyone." He hesitates before adding, "Except you, of course."

Kennedy smiles broadly, flattered by this answer for some reason. Of course Van Gogh likes him -- they're best friends. They have been since they were in kindergarten. "Gee, thanks," he hesitates, deciding how to address the boy. He leaves off a name completely. "I'm quite fond of you as well."

Van Gogh shoves his best friend playfully, but can't help but feel that there's something he's not saying. Why hasn't he been making his quick-witted, eye roll-worthy, meaningless sexual innuendos? Why hasn't he made any crude comments about wanting to fuck various girls they've seen so far on their trip? Weird Joan was attractive. So was the diner hostess. Kennedy's missing a piece -- or maybe this is all of him, under his façade, away from all the people he feels he's competing against.

Kennedy has never had to compete with anyone for Van Gogh's attention. In fact, Van Gogh feels like he's had to fight for a sliver of JFK's time his whole life. Now that he's finally getting it, he feels stale. He lets conversations fall flat, expecting JFK to pick up the slack.

"We haven't even been gone twenty-four hours," Kennedy reminds the boy.

Van Gogh smiles, but there's something sad in his eyes. "I know. But I'm sorry I'm making you leave your life behind."

"You're not-"

"Actually, that's not true. I know it's not." He turns to JFK. "More than that, I'm sorry I don't have a life to go back to."

Kennedy doesn't say anything for a couple minutes. He pulls off the highway and stops the car on the shoulder. He leans over the centre console, hesitantly at first, and wraps his arms around Van Gogh. Alarmed by the gesture of affection, Van Gogh freezes, but quickly warms up and reciprocates the hug. He feels all the muscles in JFK's back under his palms, the broadness of his shoulders in his arms. He hugs his best friend tighter and closes his eyes, the scent of his deodorant and aftershave and shampoo filling up his nostrils and clouding his head. He squeezes his eyes shut so violently they prickle, and tries to capture this moment in time, wishing there were a way to take a photograph with his mind.

"You'll always have a home to return to," Kennedy says.

They keep hugging each other, not sure if the other wants to let go.

"Vincent," he adds in a voice so small it can barely be considered a whisper.

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part fifty sixx/

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: I’m going to have a lot of fun with the next few chapters! but enjoy! feed back is always appreciated.

Warnings: minimal angst, language, drug use, Tommy falling in love again

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*flashback, October 1986*

Nikki had invited me to a Halloween themed party the band was throwing. I had just parked my car in front of Nikki’s house, walking up the steps to his front door. People were all around outside as someone stumbled out the front door, throwing up in the bushes. I stepped past him, walking inside his house. Every square inch of his house was stuffed full with bodies, Alice cooper was blaring throughout the house. I can’t fucking stand Alice Cooper and I hate how Nikki worships the ground he walks on.

I stepped off to the side, going to the bathroom as some dude was getting blowed, “Get out.” I demanded. The chick on her knees quickly got up, wiping her bottom lip as she left.

“Van, what the fuck?” I looked at the guy who was leaning against the wall, wearing a mask as he took it off, “You totally just cock blocked me.” Vince pouted as he quickly tucked his dick back into his pants.

“I’m saving you, she was ugly.” I retorted, “Can you like leave? I need to go to the bathroom.”

He smirked, “Are you just gonna leave me hanging?” Vinny questioned, motioning to his extremely visible hard on.

“Yes I am. Now get out.” I gave him a light push out the door as I quickly slammed it, locking it shut.

I groaned, taking off this stupid white halo as it was hurting my head. I decided to go with the oh so original slutty angel costume. Mainly because it was last minute just like this party. I touched up my make up, making sure my lipstick was good to go. I tousled my hair before putting the halo back on.

I walked out the bathroom, getting shoulder checked by some chick who walked past me. I exhaled as I continued walking through the house. I didn’t see giant black hair sticking out like a sore thumb so I went outside to his backyard. It was more crowded then the inside if that’s even possible. Half naked chicks were frolicking around in the pool while half naked chicks danced for a group of guys outside in the lounging area Nikki had created.

I let out a pouty huff, where the fuck is he?

I felt two hands wrap around my waist, “You look a little lost? Need some help?” I smiled as I rested my hands on top of his.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Nikki Sixx, bassist of Mötley Crüe, you know him? He told me to meet him here.”

His chuckle was low in my ear, lips pressed against the skin, “Nikki Sixx? Never heard of him. Can you describe him for me?”

I rested my head against his clavicle as I watched the party goers, some chicks giving me the stink eye, “Well, you couldn’t miss him. He has this huge mass of black hair that you can’t tame no matter how hard you try. He’s tall, like six foot or something. Has a few tattoos on his body, my favorite are the lips on top of his hip. I usually kiss it before I go down on him-“

His laughter vibrated my body as he held me tighter, pressing his lips to my shoulder now, “And what else, doll?”

I hm’d out loud, “Oh, and he has such beautiful eyes but he hides them behind his hair because he’s shy.”

“I am not shy!” Nikki yelped as he turned me around, still keeping his arms wrapped around my body.

I laughed, “You’ve even told me you’re shy!” My eyes flickered up to the red horns on top of his head, then down to the red cape and pitchfork he was also holding, “How ironic.”

“More like iconic, isn’t it fitting?” He questioned, eyes checking out my costume, I mean my tits that were about to fall out of my dress.

“An angel? You know they’re innocent, right?” He muttered as he played with my halo and wings I was wearing.

“Well, the Devil was once an angel too Nikki.”

He smiled as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, “I could always take you to hell with me, Princess.”

I stood up on my tip toes as I pecked his lips, “Very tempting offer, but I’m okay here in the purgatory.”

Nikki laughed, returning the kiss as he rested his hand around the back of my neck, “Vanity, with the sins you’ve committed being around me, you’ll be right by my side in hell.”

*end flashback*

“You want to be an angel for Halloween?” I asked, looking down at Arianna as she handed me a costume. She nodded, smiling widely at me.

“Okay then.” I muttered putting it in the basket as we walked around the Halloween store.

It’s a few weeks from Halloween and Arianna found out from the help of her lovely uncle Tommy that kids get candy for free, so like any small child would react she’s been itching for the day we go trick or treating.

“Mommy, uncle Tee-Tee coming back?” I looked down at Arianna again, seeing her holding the teddy bear Tommy had given her.

I looked down at my watch, “I think he’ll be getting off the plane in a few hours, pumpkin.”

Tommy and Arianna had a unique bond, and when I say bond I mean he brings her toys and princess dresses to win her affection. Our relationship was still the same, he was still T-bone and I’m still Van to him. We didn’t have to talk about the night we spent together the next morning, it didn’t cause a blimp in the universes timeline. It was okay.

I bought Arianna’s costume and a few decorations for the house and we were soon on our way back home.

I unlocked the door, hearing soft country being played over the stereo, “Auntie! Grandma!”

My eyes popped out of their sockets as I saw Clementine and my mother sitting on my couch, chatting over a cup of tea, “Mom? Wha-What are you doing here?” I questioned, taking off my sunglasses and putting the bags on the table.

“I came to see my beautiful little granddaughter! Hi babygirl!” Mom smiled as Arianna ran over to her and hugged her legs, mom quickly picking her up and devouring her cheeks in kisses.

“Your mom and I were just talking about some hilarious stories about you, Van.” Clementine chirped, smirking at me as she did so.

“She did?! Mom!” I yelled as I took off my jacket.

“Say mommy, inside voice.” Mom told Arianna, she attempted but it came out a gibberish mess.

“I had some free time and wanted to come see you and Ari. My cruise ship leaves from the city in two days so I thought I’d spend them with you two, and Clementine.”

“Hi auntie.” Arianna said, mom putting her down as she went over and gave Clem a hug.

“Okay, but a little warning would be nice. You can’t just show up to my house unexpected....” I pointed out as she gave me a stern look.

“You mean, the house I bought you?” Mom stated, eyebrow raised as I rolled my eyes with a sigh.

“How was your flight?” I questioned as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, moving strands of hair out of my face.

“It was wonderful, I took my happy pill and fell asleep.”

I stared at her, and then at Clementine as she was trying not to laugh at my discomfort, “Must be nice.” I muttered.

“You’re lucky. Your grandparents are coming on the cruise with me and they wanted to see you too. But I vouched for you and said that Arianna was sick and it wasn’t the best time.”

I smiled, “Thanks mom, I don’t need grandma trying to give me a book on how to raise a child again, or grandma telling me I should be putting her in dresses and bows and ruffles.” I shook my head.

“I know, I know. Grandma is a bit overbearing but they send their love.”

After a few hours of catching up and mom going on and on about how the company is doing and how I should move to Texas so I can work with her, my mother cornered me in the kitchen as I made another pot of coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich for Arianna.

“Mom, do not start. I already know what you are going to say.” I said, flipping the sandwich in the pan.

I heard the barstool scrape against the tile, “Oh? And what am I going to say since you can read my mind?”

I rolled my eyes, clenching down on my jaw, “ ‘Oh sugar, you should really reach out to Arianna’s father. I’m sure he would like to know his child.’” I mocked her voice as I heard a chuckle come from her.

“Well have you?” She questioned as I turned around and faced her.

“No, I’ll do it when I’m ready.”

Mom sighed, “Sweetheart, you will never be ready to have that talk with Nikki. I just think the more you wait, the more likely it won’t go well.”

I nodded, “Yeah, okay I got it.”

I’m just, I’m not ready to talk to Nikki again. I wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye without becoming a trembling ball of emotions and tears. He has a hectic life already, I don’t think he would be ready or prepared for the bombshell I would drop on him.

I was luckily saved by a knock on the door, pausing to get it as I heard Arianna gasp.

“Well I wonder who that could be?” I asked her as she smiled at me and ran to the door. She had to stand on her tippy toes to reach the door knob as I opened it up for her.

“Uncle Tee-Tee!” She shouted, hugging Tommy’s legs.

“Well hey there angel, I missed you so much.” Tommy spoke with glee as he picked her up and held her in his arms, “Look what I brought for you!” He smiled as he showed her a pink monkey that had a princess crown on it.

“What do you say Ari?” I spoke to her as she looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Tank you.” She said quietly as Tommy let her down and gave her the new toy.

“Hey princess.” He replied, stepping through the door and closing it before he engulfed me in a hug.

“Uh...oh...Mrs. Blackwood...uh what a surprise?” He said, clearing his throat as he stood up a bit taller.

Mom raised her eyebrow at me, “Thomas, what a surprise to see you too. You visit Vanity often?”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, when he is able to he does.”

“Hi Clementine.” Tommy went over and gave her a hug as she mouthed ‘what the fuck’ to me.

“Personal space, please.” She told him through gritted teeth, patting his shoulder too.

“I missed you too.” He retorted with a sly grin as he sat down next to her.

“Why? I met you briefly last time.” Clementine was dumbfounded at his words as she glanced over at me.

“So, why’s he here?” Mom whispered to me as I looked over at her, “What do you mean?”

She chuckled a bit, “Are you dating him now?” I shook my head instantly.

“What? No? He’s just like one of my best friends mom. He’s Arianna’s uncle. He found me because your son has a huge mouth and blabbed to Tommy where I was.” I explained as she looked over her shoulder at him.

“He’s way nicer then Nikki.” Mom clarified as I rolled my eyes, “...how do you know he won’t tell him?”

I sighed, “Cause I trust him. And I know he won’t because he also knows how many problems it would cause. He gave me his opinion and thought I shouldn’t be hiding Arianna. But I’m not even hiding, I live in one of the biggest entertainment cities in the world. It wouldn’t be hard for one picture to get out and Nikki would be out here at the drop of a dime. But that hasn’t happened yet and it won’t.”

Mom again raised an eyebrow at me, “Then how come you feel the need to defend your choices?”

I stared at her, “I...I’m...leave me alone.” I giggled as she smiled at me.

“Well, I will let everyone catch up. Sweetheart, would you and Arianna like to have dinner with me tonight? I am not going to chuckie cheeses though.” Mom asked as she grabbed her purse and started putting on her jacket.

I nodded, “We would be more then thrilled. Wait. Just us right? Not grandma and pops?” I clarified as she nodded.

“Yes sugar, just me, you and Arianna.” Mom added with an extra chuckle. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, “Bye sweet pea. I’ll see you later.” Mom said as she bent down and gave Ari a kiss on top of her dark brown locks.

“Bye Clementine. Bye Thomas.” She was kind before walking out my front door. I closed it and turned around as I laughed.

“Jesus Christ.” I mumbled to myself as I ran my hand over my face. I love my mom to death, but she gives me a headache sometimes.

“Ari, I think it might be nap time.” I told her as she looked up at me, showing me her toy monkey as she rubbed her eyes.

“Sweet dreams pumpkin.” Clementine smiled at her as Tommy put his hand out for a high five. I picked her up and took her to her bed as she got snuggled up under the blankets. I closed her blinds just a tad before leaving her door ajar.

“So yeah, like I was saying. You should totally like take me on that tour now.” Tommy was currently pressing Clementine as I sat down in the leather recliner.

“Maybe you should Clemmy...just get it over with already so he stops bugging you.” I pointed out as she gave me the middle finger.

“Tommy I’m sure you’re tired from the flight and-“ He put his hand up to quiet her, “I put my eye mask on and slept like fucking rock. I’m good to go for however long you want.” He explained, giving her a wink as she pretended to gag.

“In your dreams.” She snapped back as I let out a chuckle and flipped on the TV.

“Yeah, you were in my dreams today.”

Good lord. I’m going to fucking puke. I turned off the TV and stood up, “Clementine, you are going to take T-bone on a small tour of the city. Nothing to crazy just show him whatever you think is cool. Tommy, stop annoying her with the cheesy remarks. I am tired and I would like to take a nap too. So please, I love the both of you but get out of my house.”

Clementine bit down on her lip, “Fine, c’mon Tommy. But we’re getting coffee along the way.” She glared at me as I stuck my tongue out at her.

T-bone was smiling like a god damn idiot as he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me.

“Wish me luck.” Clementine said as she pulled on her denim jacket and opened my front door.

“Good luck, cause you’re going to need it.” I smiled as I closed my front door and locked it shut after they left. I groaned grabbing the black fuzzy blanket that rested on the back of the couch as I buried my face into the decorative pillow and hoped to doze off for at least a few hours.

*Tommy’s POV*

I was bouncing with joy as I would finally get someone one on one time with Clementine. That chick was so fucking fine. She’s so cool. She had dyed teal hair, she wears glasses and she’s wearing this cute little skirt with fishnet stockings and a pair of black combat boots. Her jean jacket has some cool patches and pins on it too.

I held the passenger side door open for her as she mumbled a thanks to me.

“Are you always this jumpy? Or is it like the coke?” She questioned as I watched her put on chapstick one the mirror, fuck pay attention to the road Tommy!

I laughed a bit, “I’m straight darling, just drinking for me.”

She nodded as she picked strings from her fishnet stockings, “Where are you taking me?”

I shrugged, “Well, I dunno. You’re the one suppose to be taking me on a tour, remember? I glanced over at her but she was looking out the car window.

“Well, there’s a few bars or the coffee shop me and Van go to a lot.”

I smiled, feeling my heart beat faster and faster every time she talked.

“Just show me the direction babe.”

She looked over at me, adjusting her glasses, “Well which one? Bar if you want to unwind or relax with coffee and stuff our faces with donuts or cinnamon rolls as big as our heads?”

I don’t care! I just want to get to know you

“The coffee shop sounds good.” I answered her as she smiled, “Cool, cause I wanted cinnamon rolls.”

Clementine gave me directions which was only about a twenty minute drive from Vanity’s place. We pulled along side this quirky little shop that was tucked away underneath all the skyscrapers. I quickly put it in park, shutting off the car as I got out and opened up Clementines door before she had the chance to. I then jogged to the coffee shop door and held that open for her too.

She smiled, “Thanks Tommy.”

I smiled, as she walked in front of me a huge gust of wind came between us. She held the bottom of her skirt by her fingertips. I cursed at God for it.

We walked up to the counter an a little old Italian woman with ‘Rita’ on her name tag approached us, “The usual Clem? Where is your pretty little friend at?”

I looked down at Clementine and she chuckled, “Shes at home with Ari. This is one of her friends Tommy I’m showing him around the city today. But the usual is fine. Oh! With an extra shot please and thank you.”

“What’s the usual?” I asked curiously

"Large iced Caramel Macchiato and Cinnamon roll with maple icing." She shrugged. " ...Or an egg and Cheese sandwich if I'm here in the morning."

“I’ll take all of it.” I retorted, sliding one of my credit cards over to Rita.

Clementine stared at me as she shook her head, “What? No no it’s not a date I can pay for this. Find what you wanna try.”

I sighed as I looked over the menu, “Can I just have a hot chocolate with extra whip cream and a cinnamon raisin bagel with extra extra cream cheese?” I ordered, still handing my card over.

Clementine led us to a corner table by the window. I glanced around at the mismatched orange walls and all the different art hanging. White stringed lights and plants also dangled around the ceilings, “So you come here with Van? It’s very…different then the coffee shops back in California.”

Clementine nodded, “Yeah, every Saturday and birthday. But I usually come by myself every other day.”

“I dig it.” I picked up the knife and spoon and began drumming against the table, “So…Clemmy, can I call you that? Tell me about yourself. All I know is that you’re Arianna’s babysitter and you like to paint.”

“Isn’t that enough for you to know?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at me.

I shook my head, “No, I want to know all about you. Everything.”

“All I know is you're Tommy Lee whose in that one band and Vans close friend.” She mumbled, eyes rolling as she looked out the window.

“Mötley Crüe, and I was born in Greece, my favorite color is yellow, I like fast cars and beautiful women.” I chuckled as she seemed very unamused with me.

“Fine, I’ll play this stupid game. I’m from Ohio, I love dark red and black. I don’t like your band or the likes yours, not my thing.”

“Where at in Ohio? I’ve been there a lot..” I questioned as Rita brought our drinks and food over over, “Dark colors? Wow, wouldn’t of guessed.” My eyes wandered down her outfit again, ��…and what’s wrong with bands like mine?”

“..And there’s nothing wrong with bands like yours it’s just not my taste I’m more of a whoa is me Cure and Smiths with some punk bands.“

“I like the Smiths.” I took a quick sip of my hot chocolate, “If you’re from Ohio then how’d you get to New York?”

She shrugged, "I had a scolarship for art school, and ran off.” She cut into her cinnamon roll and took a bite.

I tilted my head to the side, “Ran off? Why?”

“Didn’t wanna stay there forever.” She quickly spat out as she took another bite of her food.

I nodded, “Oh well I’m sorry. Where’s your parents?”

“Hell if I know or care. They didn’t wanna be parents after I was like three months old. Left me with my grandparents and never came like a little orphan annie. Let me guess yours are together and have a great marriage?”

I nodded slowly again, “They argue sometimes…”

She became more interested in her food then she did with me. I cannot fuck this up. My mind is going to explode. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to derail this conversation about childhood traumas, “Um…what’s your favorite animal?”

She glanced at me for a quick second, a small smirk hiding behind the coffee cup she was holding, “Cats, but I like dogs too. I had a pet snake once with my college roommate.”

I nodded, “Snakes are fucking rad. I like tigers and bears. Love dogs but hate cats.”

She huffed, “Well, guess we are doomed then.”

I peeked up in my chair, “There’s a we?”

She rolled her eyes, taking off her glasses as she wiped them with the bottom hem of her shirt, “Not like that. This isn’t a date Tommy.”

“Then how come you don’t like me?” I fired back at her as she seemed surprised.

“I said this wasn’t a date, I’m not stupid Tommy you’re best buds with Nikki and I have heard plenty of stories from Vanity. I’m not gonna be some fling for there to be some song about.” She expressed as I let out an annoyed huff.

“What makes you think you’d even get a song written about you?”

She stared at me for a moment, licking the maple icing off her bottom lip, “I’m just so crushed.” She pretended to fake cry, “I do not care. I’m not gonna let myself get wrapped up in charming looks and excitement.” Clementine snapped back as I chuckled.

I batted my eyelashes, leaning my elbows into the table with my head in the palm of my hands, “So, you think I’m charming?”

Clementine smiles at me, “Oh god..”

“Well I think you’re pretty cute yourself.” I smiled cheekily, as I took the last bite of my bagel.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee, “Yeah, thanks.”

After coffee and breakfast foods, I wanted to check out Central Park. As many times I’ve been to New York I have never really explored the city. It was just getting drunk and high at the hotel and then going to the arena for a concert. Clementine was walking ahead of me, taking pictures with a disposable camera she kept in her bag. I saw some guy sitting on a bench selling roses from a cart. I purchased one and waltzed over to Clementine, tapping her shoulder “Here, for you.”

“It ain’t as red as your cheeks right now.” I snickered as she looked away from me, her cheeks absolutely flushed with a crimson shade. She gently took the rose from my fingertips and brought it up to her nose.

“Th-Thanks.” She mumbled, trying to downplay her smile.

“You’re welcome.” I said proudly, quickly snatching her camera from her hands and taking a picture of her.

“Tommy! Stop! I look terrible and you’re just gonna waste my film!” Clementine shouted, trying to reach for her camera

“Says who?”

“Me that’s who. I didn’t even put effort, hoping you’d bail or something.”

I tilted my head to the side, “I think you look beautiful.” I spoke softly, walking side by side down the pathway, “You really thought I’d bail?”

She pushed her glasses up as I snapped another picture of her, “Stop! You’re wasting my film.”

“I’ll get you more don’t worry! Maybe I see the draw to taking pictures now.” I retorted, pointing the camera at the landscape around us.

She goes to take it from him before getting pulled close and her angled it towards them snapping a picture.

She attempted to take it from me again, this time I wrapped my arms around her waist and snapped a picture of us, “Okay! Okay! Camera back now.” She ordered, holding her hand out as I grabbed the Polaroid and started shaking it.

“I’ll keep that on my mirror at every show.” I expressed as she rolled her eyes and looked away from me.

It was a comfortable silence between us with only the sound of a light breeze and some kids yelling and having fun.

“Anything else you’d want to see?”

I nodded, “Maybe your house?”

She chuckled, “Yeah, okay Tommy.”

When we got back to her apartment complexes she unlocked the door and let me in. I looked around, the walls covered in photography and some art work. Some Barbie rolls were scattered around the floor, I’m assuming from Arianna. Left over pizza boxes rested on the table as well as a bag of paint brushes and some bottles of paint.

“You should hire a maid…” I muttered quietly as she sat down on the couch in front of me.

“Well, not all of us are rich and oh so famous.” She said as she started going through her answering machine:

‘Clementine! It’s Van! Guess fucking what! My mom offered to watch Arianna for the night to give me a break and so I can have a night out! Let’s go to that club you were telling me about and get drunk! Call me back when you get the message! How was your date with Tommy? Did you let him get to second base at least?! Love you bye!’

“Second base, huh?” I giggled as I sat down adjacent from her.

“God, Vanity is so embarrassing sometimes. Has she always been outspoken like this?” Clementine questioned as I chuckled.

“Yes actually, she has. She’s been in more bar fights then the band as a whole has. She was always getting in trouble with either someone else or with Nikki.” I sighed, remembering all the fun we use to have with her.

“So fill me in, was their relationship as bad as she’s said? All the fights? That all happened?” Clementine asked as I nodded.

“Oh yeah! So many fucking fights! Like screaming at each other, saying mean things just to get under each other’s skin. It was bad. Van and Nikki didn’t get together until he was sober. They were really only officially boyfriend and girlfriend for like a year.” I breathed out as she nodded.

“Did they even love each other? I mean, if you fight like that it doesn’t seem like it. Relationships aren’t suppose to be like that.” She shrugged as she picked at her already chipped nail paint job.

“Well, I think they did love each other. Even before they knew they wanted one another. It was Uh, complicated ya know? Vanity is, well vanity and Nikki’s Nikki. They’re both stubborn, hot headed, emotional. But they were passionate about one another. She was his safe place and he was her…he was her everything. Vanity Blackwoods’ heart beat for Nikki Sixx. Truly thought they were gonna be together forever.”

I should kick his ass again.

“You want a beer? Soda?” Clementine asked as I shook my head, “Water is fine.” She quickly got up and came back to the living room with a bottle of water for me and a sprite for her.

“Then why’d he do it? If he loved her so much? She doesn’t talk about it much now. But while she was pregnant she did, I think it was all the hormones. She cried over him like every day, more so when she had a doctors appointment.”

I took a swig, “I don’t know. I’m not Nikki, but he kept saying I don’t know over and over and over. He cried over her too. Didn’t feel sorry for him one bit, but he was in fucking pain. He didn’t shower for a few weeks, hardly ate too.”

*Flashback, Tommy’s POV*

“Yo! Nik! Where you at?! You missed rehearsal for the show tomorrow.” I yelled as I walked into his house.

I heard paws running to me as Anarchy approached me, “Hey pretty girl Where’s Sixx?” She wagged her tail and barked.

“Nikki!” I yelled again as I started walking through the house. Dishes were piled high in the sink, the trash can was over filled and it smelt. I noticed Anarchy’s bowl was out of water so I filled it up and filled up her food bowl too. I patted her back as she started eating.

I walked into the living room, seeing glass shattered everywhere and the couches flipped upside down. Art that was hanging on the walls were now ripped to complete shreds. Clearly he had some fun redecorating.

“Nikki?” I called for him at the bottom of the stairs. I furrowed my eyebrows as I started walking up them. I noticed the bands gold records plaques were smashed on the hardwood, same with the neck of a bass.

I pushed open his bedroom door and saw him laying in the middle of the bed, curled up in a ball clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Jesus, Nikki. Get up.” I said as I walked over to the curtains to let some light in.

I heard him groan as his face was buried in the booze and the blankets, “Sixx, this is not what we fucking do. Get up!” I yelled at him, pulling on his ankle but he tried kicking me.

“Fuck you and get out of my house!!” He yelled, well slurred as he tried sitting up.

“Oh no, we aren’t starting this. You need to get up you fucking reek! Get your ass in the shower!”

“Just leave me alone, Tommy! Get out!” He yelled again, stumbling to his feet until he tripped over them and fell to the ground.

“You’re fucking drunk?! You really think Vanity is gonna come back if she hears you aren’t sober anymore!?” I shouted, looking down at him as I saw his bottom lip quiver.

“Nikki…I-“ I couldn’t even get a word out before he bursted out into full blown tears. I sighed, getting down on the floor next to him.

“She-Shes not coming back! She finally fucking left! She’s never gonna speak to me again!” Nikki sobbed as he reached for the bottle and took a long sip. He didn’t even flinch, he drank it like it was water.

“What’s the point of being sober if she ain’t fucking here Tommy! For the music?! For the fans! Fuck it all! I don’t give a shit anymore!” He yelled at me before throwing the half empty bottle at the wall. He buried his face in his knees as I heard him let out a sob.

“I fucking need her Tommy! You-you don’t understand!” His voice cracked as he vented his frustrations. I scooted over to him, slinging my arm over his shoulders as I attempted to comfort him.

“I know man, I know. But you’re sober because we can’t have you dying on us again. I know you’re hurting right now but Sixx, this isn’t the way to deal with it.” I calmly spoke as he continued to sob.

“What am I suppose to do without her? She-she’s…I need her so much. I can’t fucking think straight without her. I fucking hate this!” He exclaimed, choking on his own breath in the process.

“You’re in love man. Of course it’s going to hurt. But you can either sit here and mope around or you can clean yourself up and try to move on..”

He stared at me like I had spoken another language, “Move on?! How do I move on from Vanity?! She’s been by my side through everything! Every party, every moment, every album, every god damn milestone…and you want me to just move on?!”

I sighed, “You just gotta do it one day at a time Nikki. You made your bed, now it’s time to lay in it.”

*end flashback*

“Well that asshole fucking deserves it for all I care.” Clementine retorted as I chuckled.

“Maybe so, but Nikki can be a swell guy. Vanity knows that too, she’s just bitter at the moment. Plus, she’s in the wrong too by hiding Arianna from him.” I pointed out as she nodded in agreement.

“I know it’s wrong, keep telling her it’s gonna bite her in the ass one day. She says she’ll do it when she’s ready to see him.” Clem explained as I agreed with her.

I looked down at my watch, “Ah, crap. I gotta go. I told Nikki I’d call from the hotel for a band meeting. He’s already breathing down my neck for me flying out here often.” I said, standing up and putting on my jacket.

“Oh, okay….well I had fun today.” Clem spoke softly as she smiled up at me while she walked me to the door.

“Me too, maybe we can do it again?” I asked, slightly getting my hopes up as her lips began to tug into a playful smirk.

“How about you come out with us tonight? Meet us there or something. The club Vanity mentioned is Ivy’s it’s off of Broadway and 71st street.” Clementine suggested as she leaned against the front door.

“I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll meet you girls there.” I smiled down at her as she nodded as I turned around and started walking to my car. She waved me off as I got into the car and started driving away.

I think I’m in love.

*later that night, Vanity’s POV*

I noticed Clementine was keeping her attention on the door as she kept giving me ‘uh huhs’ and head nods in response to everything i said.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I questioned as she turned her head and looked at me.

“Me? Oh, no, no, no I’m not waiting for anyone.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Then what did I just say to you?” I asked as she let out a huff.

“Fine, I invited Tommy.” I looked at her with astonishment as I let out a chuckle.

“Thought you didn’t like him? That he was some dirtbag rockstar?” I smirked as she shook her head.

“I had a lot of fun with him today actually. He’s such a sweetheart. I thought maybe him coming out for drinks would be fun for everyone.” She explained to me, eyes leaving mine and glancing over at the door again.

I sat back as we chatted some more, watching as Clementine tipped back a shot of cherry vodka, wiping her lips and smiling at me as I sipped on my vodka cranberry, “I’m really happy we were able to have a girls night! Your mom is so cool!”

I laughed, “My mom is not cool, but it is nice of her to watch Arianna so I can be an adult again.” I retorted as I listened to the music and watched everyone pass me by under the flashing blue and green strobe lights of the club. I sighed, it made me miss Los Angeles.

“Am I allowed to say I miss my child yet?” I asked over the loud music as Clementine rolled her eyes.

“No! You can miss her when she’s yelling about pancakes and your head is pounding. Do you want to dance?” She asked as I nodded.

I followed Clementine as we started moving to the beat of the music. It felt good to be out again, to be free even just for a few hours. The party scene in New York was way different then it was in California. A lot more classier if that’s even a way to describe it. Less leather and denim and more tight sequin skirts and hairspray.

Clementine glanced at me when ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’ started playing through the speakers and women in the cages with thigh high leather boots started dancing more risqué then usual, “We can go outside for a smoke if you want?” She said in my ear as I shook my head.

I cleared the lump in my throat by chugging the rest of my drink quickly, “I’m just gonna go get another drink, okay?! Be right back!” I yelled over the loud music, Clementine holding up her drink as she continued dancing by herself.

I adjusted my hair, stepping over to the bar as I sat down, “Vodka soda, please.” I said, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on anything else but this song. But it’s like my ears were pinpointing every bass line just to torment me.

I felt a presence besides me, “Hey.” I turned to look at a dude who was standing a bit to close for comfort.

“Hello.” I turned my attention back to the bartender as I watched him make a drink that wasn’t mine.

“I’m Jason.” He attempted again as I turned to him and smiled.

“I’m not interested.”

I heard him laugh, “What if I buy your drink? Then would you be interested?” My lips tugged into a smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to take your chance and see.” I toyed as he slid a ten dollar bill across the counter just in time for when my drink was placed in front of me.

He grabbed my drink, trying to hand it to me as I attempted to take it but he quickly took it back. I glared as he smiled at me.

“What’s your name, doll?” Jason questioned as I stared at him.

“It’s Vanity, and don’t call me that.” I said, wrapping my hand around the cup as he let go of it. I took a sip and let my eyes wander. He had buzzed cut bleach blonde hair, tan skin which gave me the impression he wasn’t from here. He had dark chocolate eyes, a little five o’clock shadow. My eyes widened at the black ink around his neck. There was roses and a few skulls blended in. The ink traveled down his chest that was complimented by an unbuttoned black shirt. He was wearing basic blue jeans and dark leather boots.

“Shit, with how you’re checking me out you shoulda offered me a drink.” Jason chuckled resting his arm against the back of the chair I was sitting in.

I felt my face grow hot, “I-I wasn’t checking you out. I was just looking. I like your tattoos.”

He smiled, showing off his pearly whites again as he licked his lips, “That’s too bad. Because I was sure as hell checking you out. I saw you come in with your friend. You’re extremely attractive. You from here?”

I nodded, then shook my head, “I mean. No. I just live here. I’m from California. I mean I’m from Texas but I moved out here from California…” I explained, turning my attention back to my drink as I felt like a fucking idiot for trying to flirt with him, “Are you from here?” I asked, not bothering to meet the gaze I could already feel on me.

“I live in Brooklyn, but I’m Florida.” So that explained the beach boy hair and tan.

“Cool. I love Florida. Absolutely love Miami. Partied there a few times.” I told him as he nodded.

“Oh? So you like to party?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as he stared at me.

I took a sip, “I mean…yes. But I haven’t in a while I’ve been Uh…busy.” I laughed nervously.

“Would you want some blow?” He asked, stepping closer to me as he lowered his mouth to my ear.

My eyes flickered to his. I laughed a bit, “That’s very straight forward of you. Thanks, but no thanks… my friend is-“ I looked around for Clementine, searching for that teal blue mane in the crowd of blondes and brunettes, “Actually, I don’t know where my friend went…”

I felt his knuckles trail along the middle of my back, “Then i guess it shouldn’t matter than, huh? I have some real good shit.”

I swallowed my breath. A little bump wouldn’t hurt. Arianna was at home tucked away with my mom in the next room. And well, he wasn’t here to stop me.

“Come with me, my friend owns this place. We can go upstairs to the private section.” He said, putting his hand out for me as I tried fighting with both the devil and god that were perched up on my shoulders.

I licked my lips, “Okay…lead the way.” I said, grabbing onto his hand as he held it tight as he lead me through the crowd. The bouncers of the club addressed him by the name ‘pusher’ before they let us through to the secluded area.

“What’s that about?” I asked as he squeezed my hand gently and flashed me a smile.

“Just a nick name, Vanity.”

He lead me up a short flight of stairs until we were met with a few black painted doors. He opened it up for me and let me in. The air was filled with a mixture of cigarette and marijuana smoke as there was a few red leather couches and a round glass table in the middle with empty booze bottles and leftover white dust.

He lead me to a couch and sat down right next to me, his hand immediately resting on my bare thigh as he took a sip out of a beer bottle from the table. He reached down under the table and pulled out a small little black satchel.

“Is this like your hangout spot or something?” I questioned him as he turned his chin to me and gave me a quick glance.

“You ask a lot of questions.” I glared at the back of his head, “Sorry..” I muttered quietly as I watched him pull out a small baggie of cocaine.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, mouth watering as he evened a few lines on the table for us.

“You can either snort it, or we can shoot it. Your pick.” He said as my eyes then followed his hand as he was holding a capped needle.

My eyes widened. Oh god why did I do this!

“Oh…uh…I’ve never…I’ve never injected anything.” I stuttered as he gave me a smile.

“Injection is way better. Gets you a nicer high, but you can snort it if you want. But if you’re scared, I could inject it for you.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “A better high?” I asked curiously as he nodded.

“Yes, like ten times better. You’re just wasting it when you snort it. It’s better to inject it.” He explained as he fumbled with the needle between his fingers, kinda like how Tommy plays with his drumsticks.

I swallowed hard, “Um…it’s gonna hurt? My um…he…it’s a better high?” I repeated myself, staring at the same exact type of needle that ripped him to shreds.

Jason chuckled as he kissed the side of my cheek, “You’re so cute. It’s like getting the flu shot. You’ll barely notice it.”

“Okay…yeah, can you do it for me?” I asked him as he gave me another quick smile before turning back to the table as I watched him melt the coke the same way I watched Nikki do it.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing my left elbow as he looked at my arm. I nodded as he took the cap of the needle, almost excruciatingly slow as he stuck the needle into my arm.

“This is coke right? Not heroin? I don’t like-“ I stopped talking as I felt it hit me harder than before. I felt like I was getting fucked by a god damn cloud of cotton candy. It was warm and it was inviting and fuck did it feel good, “Holy shit…” I muttered, watching him take the needle out of my arm as tiny specks of blood pooled to the surface. My eyes fluttered into the back of my skull as my whole body started to feel like sticky gum. It was delicious.

Jason smirked before snorting up the lines before leaning against the couch and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, “No baby, I don’t do smack.”

I giggled a bit, “Good, you’re too cute to be doing that to yourself.”

“I um, I should uh go find Clementine.” I tried getting up but my legs felt numb. I sighed and just relaxed back into the couch.

“You want some more?” Jason questioned, rubbing his fingertips over my leg as his blown pupils stared down at me.

Before I could say anything, I heard a loud commotion getting closer, and then Clementine busting through the door with…fucking Tommy?!

“Vanity, I have been looking all over-“ “Ma’am you aren’t allowed up here.” A security guard was behind them as Tommy came into the room.

“T-bone!” I chimed, giggling as he stood at the doorway, glancing at the table full of drugs, Jason and then me.

“Relax Paul, they’re fine.” Jason waved them off as he motioned for Clementine to come into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Clem asked me as I stared at her, blank face.

“Clemmy, I was actually just coming to find you.” I said through slurred words as Tommy and Clementine looked at each other.

“This is Jason.” I motioned to him, resting my hand on his chest as Tommy rolled his eyes.

“C’mon cokey, lets go.” T-bone said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet.

“But Tommy-“ I whined until Clementine cut me off, “No Vanity, we’re leaving now. Say bye to Jason.”

“You want some babe? Might take the edge off.” Jason laughed, holding up the same bag of drugs.

“Fuck you asshole!”

“Clementine, don’t be rude!” I shouted, softly pushing her away from me as Tommy quickly grabbed my hands, “T, I’m fine. Look? I’m fine.” I said, getting out of his grasp as I felt the world spin around me.

“Vanity, do not start.” Tommy warned me.

“Can I have your number?” I asked Jason as he smiled, nodding at me as he reached into the same drug satchel and pulled out a card.

He handed it to me, “Numbers on the back. Call me any time you want babygirl.”

“Jesus.” Clementine groaned as Tommy and her led me out of the room and down the stairs, “Classy fucking drug dealer has a damn business card.” Clementine angrily told Tommy as he guided me down the stairs.

“We’re leaving Van.”

I pouted, “…Like leaving leaving or can I have another drink?” I giggled as they both stared at me.

“Get your ass out of the club, now.” Tommy said, beginning to lightly shove me through the crowd.

“Jeez, alright! I got the hint!” I shouted at him as the cool refreshing air from outside hit my face.

“We’re going to my house because you are not going home high to your mom.” Clementine ordered as we started walking.

I laughed, “Wouldn’t be the first time I went back home high.” I sighed as I walked behind them, “I feel fucking fantastic.”

“Yeah, well not with Arianna you’re not.” Tommy butted in as I sighed.

“Shit…” I groaned, running my hand through my hair.

“Vanity what the fuck were you thinking?!” Clementine started shouting at me, “You have a kid, don’t make it a habit.”

My eyes widened, “Whoa okay, Don’t be a bitch. I’m not a junkie. You’re being dramatic, Clemmy. It was literally just one time.”

Clementine rolled her eyes, taking my hand away from her arm, “Yeah, one time turns into all your money being blown on it and then you forget about your kid.”

I stared at her, “Oh my god! You’re being ridiculous! It was literally just one time! See!” I yelled taking the card Jason had gave me, ripping it to pieces before throwing it in the street.

Clementine kept her glare on me, “Whatever. You’re still staying at my house and you’re buying me pizza because I am starving.”

I nodded as I walked with her, “Jeez, you would have never survived hanging out with me and Tommy, huh T-bone?” I chuckled, looking back at him as he smiled.

“Eight balls snorted every fucking night, bottles and bottles of Jack Daniels. Some zombie dust. A fucking masterpiece.” Tommy quickly added on as I chuckled.

“And overdose too right? Didn’t that also happen to someone you two know?” Clementine quickly chimed in as I felt my smile drop from my lips.

“Okay…valid point, but he always overdid it.” Tommy mumbled as he looked at me, seeing how I wasn’t laughing anymore.

“So how was your guys date?” I questioned, wanting to change the subject as fast as I could.

“It wasn’t a date.” Clementine quickly announced as I smirked at her.

“Our date was lovely, she showed me some cool coffee shop and we went on a nice romantic stroll in the park. Definitely the best date I’ve ever been on.” Tommy exclaimed as I looked over at Clementine, seeing her fair skin painted red across her cheeks.

“That’s wonderful T-bone, maybe dinner should be next.” I joked as he gave me a thumbs up.

“Didn’t mean time ruin your fun, Van. But Clementine did invite me out tonight. Wasn’t expecting to find you nose deep in dust, but you’ve always kept me on my toes when you’re under the influence.” Tommy explained as I shook my head, smiling up at him.

“…Sorry I did blow with a complete stranger. But I had a lot of fun tonight. I can’t even remember the last time I went out.” I smiled at Clementine as her stern look softened.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever the princess wants the princess gets.” She chuckled as I playfully hit her shoulder.

“I don’t always get what I want.” I clarified as she rolled her eyes.

“Just promise me you won’t do blow again. You’re rather bitchy on it.”

I grimaced, making an ‘X’ across my heart, “I promise, Clementine. Now can we get pizza? I am starving.”

[pengiesama]

Lucia Fex and Lio Fotia's Great Big Tiddy Heist (starring Lucia Fex and Lio Fotia) (Fic, Promare, Galo/Lio, Aina/Lucia)

Title: Lucia Fex and Lio Fotia's Great Big Tiddy Heist (starring Lucia Fex and Lio Fotia) Series: Promare Pairing: Galo/Lio, Aina/Lucia

Summary:

“We are both gonna score ourselves a big titty firefighter,” Lucia said. “One for you, and one for me. Are you in or are you a coward?”

Lucia has a devious plan to get a hot date and Lio is going to help whether he likes it or not.

Link: AO3

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“You and me,” Lucia drawled, leaning in close. “Me and you. You and I, we’re not so different.”

Her teeth flashed in a dangerous grin. Lio stared back at her, his expression completely blank. He took another sip of his bubble tea.

“We are both persons of culture,” Lucia continued, undeterred. “Even though our tastes may not align completely, we both are passionate about a singular core concept.”

She waited for Lio to ask her what that core concept was. Lio continued to just stare her down across the café table, drinking his tea. There wasn’t anything left in the cup, however, so there came only loud slurping noises interrupted by a thwump when a tapioca bubble was sucked into the straw.

“We can both help each other,” Lucia continued. “To achieve our goals.”

Silence. Slurping. Thwump.

“I broke you out of prison for this, so you could at least have the decency to be curious,” Lucia said. “I’m being all ominous here. I’m even petting Vinny all ominously.”

Vinny squeaked on Lucia’s lap at the sound of his name. Lucia stroked his back with her full hand; ominously, as previously indicated.

Lio sighed deeply. “…what is the goal,” he asked, flatly.

It was like a shark scenting blood in the water, with a toothy grin to match. Lucia leaned and dragged Lio in by the collar; the motion causing their foreheads to smack together hard.

“We are both gonna score ourselves a big titty firefighter,” Lucia said. “One for you, and one for me. Are you in or are you a coward?”

Lio opened his mouth to speak, but there was no time for discussion when giant juicy tits were on the line. They could bounce away at any moment, lost forever! Bouncing, jiggling off into the distance; never again within the reach of Lucia’s waiting grabby hands. Also that ass too. There was just too much riding on this.

Lucia whistled, and a walker mech crashed through the café wall.

“Our ride’s here,” Lucia said.

The walker mech secured Lio in its grip before he could bolt. Lucia tucked Vinny safely into her pocket before she hopped into the pilot seat.

“We’re off to my secret lab.”

 --

 “Galo. I got word that Lio was broken out of prison for the third time this week.”

“…”

“None of the usual suspects are involved. I don’t suppose you’d know where he went?”

Galo looked up at Ignis mournfully, sitting on the ground like a sad puppy outside the door.

“The sign says I’m not allowed.”

He pointed to a sign, sloppily-written in marker and taped to the door, reading as follows: LUCIA’S SECRET LAIR!!! MADE FOR KIDNAPPING LIO!!! NO ONE ALLOWED (ESPECIALLY NOT GALO AND AINA.)

“Hmph,” Ignis said, crossing his arms and letting out a short little huff of breath. “That explains why he didn’t turn himself back in yet, at least...”

Lio Fotia, leader of Mad Burnish, was the savior of the planet. He was also partially or directly responsible for a whole lot of crime, and as part of the efforts to re-integrate the former Burnish into society, had willingly submitted to six months of jail time to atone for the actions of all those associated with the Mad Burnish group.

Even without his Burnish abilities, it had taken him less than 48 hours to become the undisputed leader of the prison’s population.

It had taken less than 72 hours for his two henchmen to commit enough petty crimes to be arrested and thrown into the same prison just to get them to stop.

And on top of that, that six-month sentence was interrupted every few days by a new group trying to break Lio out of jail for their own reasons: former Burnish convinced their savior was being held unjustly, anti-Burnish fanatics convinced that he was getting off too easily, and now apparently Lucia, whose motives were as unknown as they were almost certainly nefarious. Lio had always managed to slip his captors, and always headed back to fulfil the rest of his agreed-upon sentence, but…the current situation might require the assistance of a professional hostage negotiation team. Ignis would try using his Dad Voice first, though. The last time the hostage team had to face off against Lucia, she’d made them cry.

Ignis knocked firmly on the locked door.

“Lucia Fex,” he said in a tone that he’d worked hard to cultivate over the years. It was a tone meant to say I’m not mad, just disappointed, and it worked well on most everyone on Burning Rescue…except Lucia. “Open this door right now.”

Lucia cackled from inside. A thumping bass beat was shaking the floor, and flashing colored lights could be seen from the crack under the door.

“You’ll never catch me! I am an evil witch!!” Lucia’s voice was crisp and clear, and coming from the firehouse’s overhead speakers. She’d hacked them, because of course she did. The same thumping music began to blare across the whole building. “I’ve captured the fair prince Lio and I’m making him do drugs and listen to music with swears in it!!”

Galo gasped aloud and leapt to his feet. He backed up, then began to ram himself into the door shoulder-first to dislodge it. It was perfect firefighter form, and Ignis would have taken the time to be proud if Galo hadn’t nearly run him over in the process.

“I’m coming, Lio! JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS! JUST SAY NO!”

“Ughh…”

The hot house beats blaring at top volume throughout the fire house had woken up Aina, who had previously been resting up in the nap room after her turn on the night shift. She blinked blearily at the sign on the door, then at Galo, ramming himself into the door repeatedly. Lucia’s cackling continued non-stop.

“Keep on trying, you’ll never get in! In this next song they say the F-word at least five times!!”

Galo let out a howl of despair and grabbed onto the doorknob with both hands and feet, thrashing himself around to whatever purpose he thought the action would serve.

“LIO! LIO!!”

Aina grumbled and shuffled over to the door in her slippers. She pressed the button on the video intercom.

“Lucia. Can you like, do this later…? I was up all last night…”

She squinted her eyes shut and broke off with a yawn. When she blinked her eyes back open, she saw Lucia staring at her through the video intercom. Leering at her, really.

“Oh…? Have they sent another knight to try and save Prince Lio, and stop the evil witch Lucia Hex?”

Aina was still pretty sleepy, but knew something about that sentence didn’t sound right.

“…isn’t your last name Fex?” Aina settled on asking.

“It’s Hex now ‘cause I’m an evil witch,” Lucia explained.

“Okay,” Aina said. “Can you turn your music down and stop making Galo cry? I’m trying to sleep.”

“I accept your challenge, brave knight!” Lucia said. “WELCOME TO TERRORDOME!”

Trapdoors opened beneath Galo and Aina, and spirited them away to parts unknown. Ignis shook his head and walked away.

 --

 “So, brave knight,” Lucia crooned, flinging herself against the nearest wall to pose like a femme fatale from an old film. “You’ve found me.”

Aina squinted at her. “…why are you dressed like that?”

Lucia was dressed in a witch’s hat and black robes that reached the floor. The sleeves would’ve covered her hands if she hadn’t rolled them up and secured them with what looked like staples. It was…kinda cute, but had she not heard of safety pins?

Lucia rolled her eyes and sighed. “Once again. Evil witch. And…”

The leering returned. And the posing.

“…I could ask the same of you, brave knight.”

Why was Aina dressed like this? She’d literally said that she’d just woken up. She was dressed in a thin tank top and shorts that she’d had since middle school and were way too small on her at this point, but she liked them too much to donate them, they were from her old lacrosse team, and anyway they still fit mostly fine? She tugged on the hem of one leg, self-consciously making sure it was still covering her butt. Anyway, when it came down to it, Galo was the one who was the one who always ran around half-naked—

“LIO! I’M SORRY LIO!” Galo was sobbing hysterically, hugging Lio tightly as he did. He’d just “saved” a very bored and unconcerned Lio from being held captive under a large laundry basket with a heavy book on top of it. “DID SHE MAKE YOU SNORT A WEED!? HOW MANY TIMES DID SHE MAKE YOU SAY BAD WORDS!?!”

Whatever answer Lio might have had to that was lost between Galo’s pecs. Galo squished Lio’s face into his chest even harder, and continued to wail.

“You know,” Lucia said. “I think I’m only an evil witch because I was never hugged tenderly by someone in the possession of a pair of juicy mondo melons.”

“What,” Aina said flatly.

“Look at Lio. He was huge on arson until Galo’s tits came along and smothered that out.” Lucia nodded wisely at her own analysis. “Proof of concept. Come give me a huggy-boo-boo.”

Aina held Lucia back with one hand on her forehead, keeping her at arm’s length before she got within hugging range.

“My sister warned me about you and your hugging,” Aina said. “She saw all you got up to when she TAed your freshman physics class.”

“I’m a changed woman since then!” Lucia squawked, flailing her arms in place. “The years have matured me like fine wine! I’m just looking for a gal to smother me with her honkers for the rest of my natural life!”

“You know, Lucia, she probably would’ve said yes if you’d just asked her out normally,” Galo interrupted. He looked a little out of breath from his crying fit, and was being princess-carried by Lio to the lair’s exit. “Try asking her to the burger shop down on fifth street! They’ve got a picture on the wall of her when she did their mega burger challenge!”

Aina saw Lucia’s eyes go huge at that, and she couldn’t help but shift in place and scratch at her cheek, a little shy.

“I-it was only five pounds…it was nothing special…”

“Nothing special, my foot! That’s like that size of my head!” Lucia retorted. “And I got a big head for my big brain!”

“Well…I could show you, then. Maybe this Friday night?” Aina asked.

Lucia froze in place, processing the statement. She then went beet red, and gave a brief nod before she fumbled a remote out of her sleeve and mashed the big red button on it. Trap doors opened underneath their feet again, and they were spirited out of the lab to be dumped into the break room.

“…it’s a date, then,” Aina mumbled, rubbing her sore head.

“Fex sure talks a big game,” Lio commented. He shifted Galo in his grip and began to walk off. “Anyway, c’mon. You’re treating me to more bubble tea before I head back to prison.”

[bigskydreaming]

My kingdom for a fic where Dick just full on ignores the fuck out of every reservation, concern and condemnation Bruce has about Jason and his choices after his return, because like this is his brother, the only family member that’s ever come BACK from the dead after Dick’s lost them, and he’s not about to let anything get in the way of that, thanks. 

(But also in this AU Jason didn’t almost kill Tim, because that’s the one thing Dick wouldn’t easily be able to look past or forgive and still be in character, even for the sake of another brother, and its crazy to me that it doesn’t come up more as Dick being like, hey Jaybird, you are Valid for a lot of what you feel and are doing but you were NOT Valid for almost killing Timmy and I can be and am quite rightfully peeved at you for that like wtf bro).

Right, so here, Jason doesn’t do that, and literally everything else he does Dick is more than capable and willing to shrug and go oh is that it? And then blithely resume having a relationship with his little brother wherein they hang out and have movie nights and be obnoxiously competitive, with not a single fuck given about anyone else’s feelings that Dick should not be doing this. 

Meanwhile, the vein in Bruce’s forehead has grown so large its evolved its own consciousness and identity, its name is Vinnie, Vinnie the Vein, and Bruce and Vinnie are of one mind when they’re like “Richard John Grayson, I FORBID you from shenaniganning with your wayward brother until he has ceased his murder sprees.”

And Dick’s just like can’t stop, won’t stop, anyway love to stay and chat but I promised Jay I’d meet him in half an hour and I’m already running late, gotta go love ya lots, byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye.

Eventually Bruce really tries to put his foot down because its highly unlikely Jason will come in from the cold on Bruce’s terms if Dick keeps ‘enabling’ his brother, mostly because Jason’s not really out IN the cold in the first place as long as the brothers are hanging out, as they do, having a perfectly chill familial relationship whilst waiting for their father to get the hell over himself and also unclench long enough for Timbers to escape the inexorable magnetic pull that is Bruce’s Aura of Contagious Paranoia, and like...come join them on their brotherly outings, it’ll be fun.

And finally Bruce is all, Dick, you realize your brother is killing people, right? And Dick serenely is just like: “Oh is that what all the fuss is about? Gee, I thought it was all just a fight about the proper pronunciation of ‘gif.’ You know how out of control those can get. No shit Jason’s killing people. I’m aware. Also, I don’t care.”

Before Bruce can finish firing up his Righteous Indignation and Judgment and jump in there, Dick continues, ticking points off his fingers one at a time.

“One of my best friends is literally the daughter of Evil, and has on occasions, plural, been evil herself. I couldn’t care less. One of my best friends has a daughter with an internationally infamous assassin who has definitely tried to kill me multiple times, with this quite probably being a violation of some kind of Bro Code. I couldn’t care less. One of my best friends was possessed by evil spirits and did tons of terrible things right before he died and I couldn’t care less when visiting his grave, nor do I care that his dad, an even more internationally infamous assassin than Roy’s baby mama, and who has DEFINITELY tried to kill me multiple times, does lots of terrible things on the regular, both before and after we meet up for coffee every now and then to reminisce about Joey.” 

He comes up for air, refuels his tank, keeps going.

“One of my teammates is an identical duplicate of the former teammate who betrayed us all and almost got us all killed. Its weird and awkward but we make it work. Another one of my teammates was a killer robot that previously murdered one of my dearest friends. SUPER fucking awkward, but again, we made it work. Other things I give no fucks about: the rap sheets of any of my teammates on the Outsiders, the rap sheet of one of your star-crossed lovers, the body count of your other star-crossed lover. I mean sure, I’m a snarky asshole about it, but I’m a snarky asshole about butter pecan pie too. I don’t like, care care. Not like the way you cared about Huntress’ unwholesome methods before I was her booty call, and yet that too played no part in my decision making before I let her hit this. Half of your teammates decided to treat your memory like an Etch-a-Sketch once, but somehow you all managed to make nice again, but not until after the invasive spy satellite you made got hijacked and unleashed an army of killer robots that definitely did kill a metric fuck ton of people. Major Disaster and multiple other Justice Leaguers have done some Very Bad Things, Diana snapped a guy’s neck on candid camera and still isn’t sorry, you play chess every once and a while with a guy who spends half his time as a millennia old demon who has eaten entire fucking civilizations, and do not even get me started on Hal Jordan. Are you starting to see a point here, B?”

Bruce says nothing, but Vinnie the Vein has a shit poker face. Dick sighs.

“And you know what all of those people have in common, Bruce?”

Bruce bites. “What’s that?”

“None of them are my goddamn brother. So if I can figure out a way to coexist in the same sphere as all of that insanely hot mess, I can figure out a way to coexist with my brother, so long as I know and trust he’s still fighting the good fight. Which I do. Do I like that he kills people? No. Does he know that? Yes. Do we fight about it? Occasionally. But know who I’m not gonna let be the reason me and my miraculously back from the dead brother don’t meet up for Taco Tuesday night? A bunch of murderers and rapists, because I wish they were sitting in Cell Block D for the next sixty years instead of dead. End of the day, their lives just aren’t as important to me as my little brother’s, and that may make me all kinds of hypocritical, but I’ll give you three guesses what’s another thing I don’t give a shit about. Now you can go home and spend the night hanging out with your moral convictions, but if you don’t mind, I’d rather spend it hanging out with Jay. And if we’re all done here, buh-bye, I’m late and I wouldn’t want Jay to think I flaked and wasn’t coming, who knows, he might go out and kill people instead.”

And eventually Bruce too pulls his head out of his ass because he can be Unconditionally Moral or he can be Unconditionally Dad but he can’t unconditionally be both, and this was kinda a choice he was supposed to have made back when he first signed on the dotted line that supposedly meant his kids would no longer be pinballing through life looking for someone to unconditionally love and support them, because he was volunteering as tribute to do just that.

And finally Bruce makes nice, or at least actively less hostile, baby steps are sometimes required with superhero cryptid shaped a-holes, and then they all live dysfunctionally ever after. Periodically interrupted by one of them dying and the rest of them besieging Death’s door and banging obnoxiously on it and refusing to let her get any sleep whatsoever until she crankily says none of them are worth this aggravation and she’s not getting paid enough for this shit and tosses their recently deceased relative on their ass back on the mortal coil just to be rid of the annoying pests.

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~KISS AU writings 23~

The end is here, KISS fam and it’s a long one!! Thank you so much for reading my crazy stories~ I hope you all enjoyed!

~Shandi

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~MODEL AU Part 10~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guests: Peter Criss, Vinnie Vincent, Gene Simmons, Mick Mars, Vince Neil, Heather McMann (OC created by @misslivvie ~)

Summary: As Bruce and Paul start a relationship together, an old friend comes back into Paul’s life~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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The sun would be up soon.

I gently stroke Paul’s hair. He’d fallen asleep holding me tightly with his head laying on my chest and he’d never left my side throughout the night. Being with him makes me feel…I just don’t have to words to describe how good I feel. I lay there thinking of his loving kisses and soft touches. The way he watched me undress. The loud moans of my name as he climaxed. It was perfect..just like him~ I hated moving him but I slowly lay him on his back so I can get up and make coffee. 

Paul’s going to have quite an interesting day today. Dinner with his boss and his ex? It has to be stressing him out a little, even if he doesn’t want to worry me by showing it. I want to do something for him to ease his tension for tonight, but I’m not sure what. Maybe it will come to me over coffee. As the scent of drifts everywhere I hear my bedroom door finally open. Paul comes out dressed only in his robe, yawning and rubbing his eyes. “Mmmm..that smells heavenly~” I pull him close and kiss his forehead. “It should be ready soon. Why don’t you get yourself all prettied up? I want to take you out today~”

“Oh~? What’s the occasion~?” 

“No occasion..I just wanna spoil you~” 

“Are you sure~? I might get used to it~” 

“Would that be so bad~?” 

“Well haven’t you heard? I’m a selfish, bitchy diva~ All I do is shop and complain about my weight~”

“I also heard that you’re incredibly beautiful~” 

“Careful..all that flattery might go to my head~”

“I’ll risk it~” 

I kiss him again and go to make our coffee while he goes into the bathroom. I think that was a really good start to the day~

After we’ve both showered, changed and had breakfast I take him to Rodeo Drive where he could shop until his heart was content. It was adorable watching him fawn over clothes, makeup and jewelry. He was just so wonderfully, uniquely feminine~ It also amazed me how much he knew about fashion, how he could tell one brand from another or how he could spot a counterfeit from 10 miles away. It just proved my point that there was so much more to him than his appearance. While in the Dolce & Gabbana store he starts looking over various suits with great interest. “Brucie..when’s the last time you were fitted for a suit?” I’m a little taken aback by the question. He’s not thinking what I think he’s thinking..is he? “Um..I’m not sure. The last time I wore a suit was for my brother’s wedding so..its been a few years.” He shakes his head vigorously. “Oh no that just won’t do. If you’re going to parties with me I’m going to make sure no one else gives you dirty looks ever again.” I couldn’t possibly! The least expensive suit in this store costs over $2,000! “Paul, NO.” 

“Yes, Brucie~” 

“These prices are outrageous!” 

“Only the best for my Photopup~�� 

I obviously no longer have a say in the matter. He’s already called someone over to take my measurements. I guess I’m going to have myself a nice fancy suit for the next party~

Back at my place Paul tries on some of his new clothes, asking for my opinion on how he looks. He should know better. I’m absolutely biased~ One outfit however looks particularly fetching. A black tank top under a purple off the shoulder top made from the finest lace, black leather pants and glittery purple boots. With heels of course~ “That’s perfect~ Wear that tonight~” He smiles and kisses me. “Thank you, Brucie~ Will you do me a favor while I freshen up? Time me?” I raise an eyebrow. “Why?” He blushes and looks away. “People are always telling me I take too long to get ready. I want to try to..not do that as much..” I laugh and kiss him again. “How about this? I give you a time limit and see if you can stick to it?” I look at my watch. “It’s 4:00 now and your dinner’s at 7:00. Think you can get ready in an hour?” 

“A-an hour..? I don’t know..” 

“Okay I’ll go easy for your first time. Hour and a half.” 

“I can try..” 

“Good! Your time starts now! Off with ya!” 

He makes an adorable squeak and heads off to the bathroom. I love him so much~ I keep a close eye on my watch while he’s in the bathroom. I hear the door open at around 5:15. He comes back into the living room looking amazing. I knew he could do it~ “Congratulations, you beat your time limit~”

“Oooh do I get a reward~?” 

“Later tonight~” 

He pouts. “You’re gonna make me wait?” 

“I don’t wanna mess you up before your dinner date~” 

“Fair enough~” 

We sit on the couch and watch one of his favorite tv shows before he decides it’s time to leave. “You’re going to be fine~” I tell him, kissing his cheek before he goes out the door. I still worry for him as I watch him drive away, but I know he’ll call me if anything happens. 

He doesn’t come back until well after midnight. I hear him come into my room, undress and get into bed with me. He rubs my shoulders and kisses my ear. “I’m home, baby~” 

“Mm..did you have fun..?” 

“It was wonderful~” 

“I’m glad.. Sorry..I can’t give you your reward tonight..” 

“It’s okay..you have plenty of time to make it up to me~” 

I turn so I can hold him, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

As the months pass Paul and I only grow closer. He spends so much time at my place he practically lives there~ I continue taking photos as a freelancer for Catwalk. Mr. Criss never hires me officially but I don’t mind. It just means I can be close to Paul without worrying about being fired~ One August afternoon while we’re doing a shoot in the studio Mr. Criss comes in carrying a gold envelope. “We’ve been invited to a birthday party.” Paul becomes ecstatic. “Oh yes, Vinnie’s birthday is this weekend! You’re gonna tell him we’re going right? It’s only one of the biggest fashion social events of the season!!” Mr. Criss rolls his eyes. “I suppose I am. You’ll bitch at me for weeks if we don’t go.” 

“Damn right I will~” 

“Yeah yeah I’ll do it. Get back to work, Diva Star.” 

“Yes, sir~” 

Looks like I’m finally getting an opportunity to wear that expensive suit that’s been sitting in my closet for months. 

Sunday night Mr. Criss drives us to Vinnie’s Malibu beach mansion for his birthday party. Paul and I sit in the back seat together so we can hold hands. “You look so good in that suit, Brucie~ Do you like the cuff links I bought you~?” I smile and adjust my sleeves so I can admire them again. They were smooth turquoise stones set in silver. “I swear you’re trying to spoil me rotten. These are really too much~” He giggles. “Oh, hush up and let me spend money on you~ I haven’t had a good boyfriend in a long time~” Mr. Criss sighs loudly. “Will you two shut up before you give me diabetes?” We laugh. It’s nice to know he’s not serious all the time~ 

We’re lucky to find a parking space once we get there. The property is packed with cars for miles around. One of the biggest social events? Looks like THE biggest to me. I suddenly start feeling a little anxious. I’ve never been around this many people before. Paul squeezes my hand. “Hey~ If you start feeling like it’s too much we can always go.” I nod and smile. I love that he understands~ We go inside, weaving through the crowd to look for Vinnie. Fortunately he always dresses in gold so he’s incredibly easy to find~ We finally find him by the bar getting his glass refilled with champagne. A taller man dressed all in black leather and a copious amount of silver jewelry stood beside him with his arm around his waist. Paul’s curiosity is immediately piqued. “Vinnieeeeee~ Who is this and why haven’t you introduced me to him yet~?” Vinnie turns with a smile on his face, welcoming Paul with a long hug.” The gold glitter on his eyelids and lips make him look fantastic~ “Paulie, I’m so glad you finally made it~!” He comes over to hug me. “Lovely to see you again too, Bruce~” 

“Thank you, Vinnie~ Happy birthday~” 

“Oh, thank you~ It’s so nice to have all my friends here tonight~” 

Paul motions to the guy in leather again. “So who’s this friend~?”

“Mmph I’m being so rude aren’t I? This is Gene~ I met him while on a trip to Israel last month~ Isn’t he gorgeous~?” 

Paul can barely contain his excitement. “He’s a dream! Is he your boyfriend?!” Vinnie’s blush is all the confirmation he needs. He covers his mouth to keep from squealing too loudly. “Oh, Vinnie I’m so happy for you! What do you do, Gene~?” 

“Fashion designer. I’m hoping to showcase some of my new styles in the U.S.” 

“Ooh I’m intrigued~ If you need a model give me a call~” 

“I’ve found one already but I could always use more~” 

“Really? Who?” 

“Take a guess, Paulie~” 

That voice makes our blood go cold. Vince Neil stands behind us with the same cocky smirk he had at the last party. If he was here to start trouble with Paul again I wasn’t going to have it. 

“Sorry, Paulie. Once again you’re stuck with second place~” 

Paul crosses his arms. “Maybe so..but you can’t sleep your way to the top with him.” Vinnie clears his throat loudly. “Pardon me but I will not having anyone starting fights during my birthday party. Take it outside if you must.” Paul just turns and goes to the bar for a drink. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just here to have a good time.” Vince is glaring daggers now. If there’s one thing he hates it’s being ignored. “Are you afraid to face me? Why don’t we go outside? It’ll save ya from being humiliated again~!” I’m just about to give him another piece of my mind when a woman’s loud voice cuts me off.

“EXCUSE ME!!” 

Annoyed, Vince turns to her. “What do you want, bi–!!” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before she decks him right in the face! He hits the floor, making everything screech to an abrupt halt. The woman flips her blonde hair with a satisfied look on her face before looking around. “What? None of you can tell me he didn’t have it coming.” With no one coming forward to disagree, the party just continued as usual. Mr. Criss stands beside her with his arms crossed, and right next to him is Mr. Mars. “I think your boy needs some help, Mick. Why don’t you take him home? He’s already had too much.” Nodding, Mr. Mars picks Vince up off the floor and carries him to the door. “That’ll teach ya to open your big fat trap next time won’t it?” I hear him say. It probably won’t but we’ll just have to see~ Paul looks at the woman in shock. “H-Heather..?” That name sounds familiar. I'm sure we've met before. She snorts. “Oh, you remember my name? Miracle of miracles! Now come over here and gimme a hug, you idiot~!” Paul laughs and hugs her tightly. “Of course I remember! It’s so good to see you again..it’s been so long! Where have you been?” 

“Oh, I went out of the country for a while to ‘find myself’ or whatever you wanna call it. While doing some makeup work in Milan I happened to stumble into in one of Vinnie’s fashion circles, and when he invited me to his party I figured what the hell? I had no idea you were here too, but Peter ran into me and brought me over~” With tears in his eyes he hugs her again. “I’m so glad he did~” I smile and rub his back. “O-oh..um..Heather you remember Bruce. He’s my boyfriend now~” She smiles at me and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you officially~ Any friend of Paul’s is a friend of mine..but listen, tall, dark and handsome..I love Paul here like a brother. If you disrespect him in any way I won’t have any problems punching your lights out too.” She laughs to lighten the mood but I know that she means it. I spend the rest of the night with Paul as he catches up with Heather, who agrees to come back as Paul’s makeup artist. He’s overjoyed at the news and I love watching every moment~ We watch Gene lead Vinnie out to the middle of the floor and dance a special waltz with him for his birthday present. For the first time in our lives Paul and I don’t have a worry in the world. 

We have each other~ 

~END~

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All the asks!

1. Zodiac sign

Gemini!!

2. Sexual orientation

I'm bisexual.

3. Relationship status

I'm very, very happily engaged.

4. Someone you miss

You!!! (@car-one-responding )

5. Person who’s arms you’d like to be in

My fiance's 🥰

6. What you find attractive in Men/Women?

Men-tattoos, taller than me, dark hair, light eyes, funny, good cook/likes to cook, ambitious, family oriented, laid back personally.

Women-around the same height as me, tattoos, dark hair, funny, nice boobs.

7. How tall are you?

I am 5'6"

8. What you love about yourself?

My determination, how quick of a learner I am, my passion for medicine and animals.

9. What you’re doing tomorrow?

Uh going with Fiance to get his hair cut.

10. What are your future plans?

Get married, go to Disneyland, become a pediatric trauma ICU nurse, have babies.

11. Your last night out in detail

Tbh it's been AGES since I've gone out. I think since I graduated and we all got drunk at a casino and laughed at porn descriptions 😂

12. Your favourite book

I have many.

13. All of pets you’ve ever had

Hugo, standard sizes dachshund. Hugo died when I was 20 or 21.

Sam, gray and white cat. Sammy died when I was 20 or 21.

Stitches, tabby cat. He died when I was 6 or 7.

Jessie, micro mini dachshund. She died when I was 19.

Freddy, dachshund Chihuahua mix. He died 3 years ago.

Vinnie, dachshund mix (lives with mom)

Tig, dachshund mix (lives with mom)

Axel, jack russle beagle mix, he's the first pupper I've owned on my own. He's my baby boy.

Dakota, God knows what mix. She's the sweetest dog you'll ever meet. She's so caring and concerned all the time, for everyone.

Marshmallow, fluffy white cat. 1/2 of kitty twins. Fluffy freeloader.

Magic, fluffy black cat. 2/2 of kitty twins. Also a fluffy freeloader. My familiar 100%.

14. Something that changed your life

Since I talked about my first medical experience I'll do something different for this one. When I was 18 years old, a close friends' cousin died unexpectedly in a freak sports accident. I was there when it happened, and at the ER with him and his family, as well as everyone who showed up who was at the game when it happened. I stayed with his family until they got him on the helicopter for air transport to the ICU about 10-15 minutes (by flight) away. His heart stopped in the helicopter and they could never get him back. He died when he was 12 from some thing that should've never happened. It made me want to become an ER trauma nurse, and specifically in pediatrics. It also made me incredibly passionate about the families being involved in the emergency and life saving care we do for our patients.

15. Do you remember your last dream?

The last one I remember, I won 60,000 bucks at a slot machine haha

16. What your last text message says?

It was a picture of my cat in a bag.

17. Do you respect your government and the way your country is run?

Not currently.

18. Where you would like to live?

Realistically? Portland, OR or somewhere in Colorado.

Pipe dream? Naples, Italy.

19. Your  favourite flavour of ice cream?

I'm not a big ice cream person, but I like cherry garcia, french vanilla, and peanut butter with that chocolate shell stuff.

20. Last thing you ate?

A bite of the pasta salad I made for dinner

21. Which swear word do you use the most?

Either fuck or shit.

22. Your plans for summer?

Work, sleep, repeat.

23. Any upcoming concerts?

Not really, fiance and I were just talking about going to one in October.

24. Something that you’re proud of?

My career, my licenses, my fiance.

25. Do you still talk to your first crush?

I don't think so?

26. What language do you want to learn?

Spanish, sign language, and Italian.

27. Where you  have lived before?

Winslow, AZ

Safford, AZ

And Phoenix, AZ (current)

28. Eye color

Brown

29. Favourite style of clothing

I'm a pretty laid back person, I like jeans, tshirts, leggings, tank tops. Basically if it's comfy hah

30. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Ranges from 10 minutes to an hour.

31. Where did you go today?

Got waxed, Costco, Fry's, OHSO brewery.

32. Where are you right now?

The couch!!

33. How many countries have you visited?

Just this one.

34. Something old

The bracelet I have on, had it since I was 11ish.

35. Something new

My necklace! I got it yesterday!

36. Something inherited

I'm not currently wearing it, but I have a ring that has been in my family for generations.

37. Is death more scary than life?

Nah.

38. Experience you’ll never forget

Hmm. Graduating nursing school, meeting my fiance, marrying him (72 days!!).

39. What’s your favorite part about today so far?

Spending the majority of it with my fiance.

40. Who is your hero?

My mom and Walt Disney.

41. Are you happy with where you live?

Yeah, for the most part!

42. Do you like your handwriting?

Sometimes, yes.

43. What do you wear to bed?

Depends where I am. Home? Underwear or nothing at all.

My mom's? Shorts and a tank top/t-shirt.

44. Tea or coffee?

Tea

45. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Ooooh depends.

46. Are you excited for anything?

Our wedding and honeymoon

47. How late did you stay up last night and why?

I think around midnight, and that's just when I fell asleep.

48. What’s your ringtone?

The Wonder Woman theme from the new movie.

49. Did you have a dream last night?

If I did, I don't remember it.

50. What keeps you going each day?

My dogs, my fiance, my goals.

51. Picture of yourself

From the other night at work!

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Eagles Position Review: Philadelphia Needs A New Lead Running Back

Position-by-position breakdown of the Eagles’ 2016 roster.

Kenjon Barner, Ryan Mathews, and Darren Sproles. (Jeff Fusco)

The 2017 NFL offseason has begun for the Philadelphia Eagles, which means Howie Roseman, Joe Douglas, and Doug Pederson will spend the next couple of weeks evaluating the 2016 roster. The team went 7-9 last season and improvement is clearly needed. By the time NFL free agency starts on March 9, the Eagles will have a good idea of which players they’ll want to bring back for the 2017 season. Today we’ll continue this offseason review series by looking at the running back position. [Quarterback]

THE PLAYERS

Ryan Mathews

Numbers: 287 snaps, 155 attempts, 661 yards, 4.3 yards per attempt, 8 rushing touchdowns, 13 receptions, 115 receiving yards, 8.8 yards per reception, 1 receiving touchdown, 3 fumbles

Review: The 2016 season did nothing to shake the book on Mathews. The former first-round pick is a talented player who runs hard, gets hurt a lot, and has trouble protecting the football. Mathews’ biggest mistake of the season cost the Eagles a win to the Lions in Week 4. His fumble late in the game against Detroit blew a win that Philadelphia virtually had wrapped up.

Mathews also had an egregiously bad fumble against the Vikings late in the game. Fortunately for the Eagles, the game was already out of reach for their opponent. Still, there was no reason for Mathews to be so reckless with the ball at that point in the game. It showed he couldn’t be trusted and the Eagles only gave him a combined nine carries in their next two games.

The Eagles went back to relying on Mathews and his big performance helped Philadelphia earn a victory over the Falcons. But then he got hurt again and missed a few weeks. He came back and put up his best rushing game of the season against the Ravens’ top-ranked run defense: 20 attempts for 128 yards (6.4 yards/attempt) and one rushing touchdown.

But then Mathews got hurt again. The veteran running back finished the season with a herniated disc in his neck. Pederson said it’s not career-threatening, but surgery was needed.

Darren Sproles

Numbers: 511 snaps, 94 rushing attempts, 438 rushing yards, 4.7 yards per attempt, 2 rushing touchdowns, 52 receptions, 427 receiving yards, 8.2 yards per reception, 2 receiving touchdowns, 1 fumble

Review: After posting some of the worst rate numbers of his career in 2015, there was concern Sproles might be done. The Eagles obviously didn’t feel so worried, however, because they signed the 33-year-old veteran to a contract extension. The move was questioned at the time but the 2016 season made it clear the extension wasn’t a bad idea. Sproles showed he still has gas left in the tank.

At one point in the middle of the season, when Mathews was struggling, the Eagles essentially rode Sproles as their lead back. He had a combined 28 carries in Week 8 and Week 9. His 93 carries on the season mark a career high. Philadelphia also wasn’t shy to get him involved in their passing attack, which only makes sense given how dreadful the Eagles’ receivers are.

Overall, Sproles had a good season. He’s still a nice weapon to have in the running back rotation.

Wendell Smallwood

Numbers: 164 snaps, 77 rushing attempts, 312 rushing yards, 4.1 yards per attempt, 1 rushing touchdown, 6 receptions, 55 receiving yards, 9.2 yards per reception, 0 receiving touchdowns, 1 fumble

Review: Smallwood’s sole fumble came at a very bad time for the Eagles. Philadelphia had all the momentum in the Dallas game until he coughed up the ball and gave the Cowboys new life.

That one mistake shouldn’t define the rookie fifth-round pick’s entire season, however. Smallwood showed some promise in limited carries. He didn’t show the makings of a bonafide lead back, but he did flash some potential as a rotational runner. His receiving ability should help him get on the field more moving forward. He still needs to improve as a pass blocker, though.

Kenjon Barner

Numbers: 99 snaps, 27 rushing attempts, 129 rushing yards, 4.8 yards per reception, 2 rushing touchdowns, 5 receptions, 42 receiving yards, 8.4 yards per perception, 0 receiving touchdowns, 0 fumbles

Review: Barner didn’t play much but he made the most of his limited playing time. Given the way Mathews struggled at times, perhaps the Eagles should have looked to get Barner a few more touches along the way. It didn’t happen, though. Barner suffered a season-ending hamstring injury in Week 15.

Byron Marshall

Numbers: 75 snaps, 19 rushing attempts, 64 rushing yards, 3.4 yards per attempt, 0 touchdowns, 3 receptions, 10 yards, 3.3 yards per reception, 0 receiving touchdowns, 0 fumbles

Review: Marshall spent most of the season on the practice squad. The 2016 undrafted rookie free agent was eventually promoted to the active roster. He had a few nice runs but overall the numbers aren’t pretty. He still has a lot of room for improvement.

Terrell Watson

Numbers: 12 snaps, 9 rushing attempts, 28 rushing yards, 3.1 yards per attempt, 1 touchdown, 1 reception, 5 yards, 5 yards per reception, 0 receiving touchdowns, 0 fumbles

Review: The Eagles were forced to promote Watson to the active roster shortly after signing him to their practice squad late in the season. The 23-year-old rusher has a great back story. He’s a long-shot player worth rooting for in training camp this offseason. I personally loved this moment from Week 17:

Terrell Watson went up to all of his offensive linemen to shake their hands after he ran for a touchdown in his first NFL game today. pic.twitter.com/o46pSzd6Bx

— Josh Paunil (@JoshPaunil) January 2, 2017

WHO COULD LEAVE

The Eagles should definitely look to move on from Mathews. The Birds can save $4 million (compared to only $1 million in dead money) by cutting or trading the oft-injured rusher who turns 30 next October. With Mathews gone, the Eagles will need a new lead rusher.

Sproles, who turns 34 this summer, is calling is quits after the 2017 season. The Eagles can save $4 million by cutting or trading him, but the feeling here is that he’s not going anywhere.

Barner is set to become a restricted free agent. The Eagles will probably give him a low tender. If they don’t tender him at all, he will become an unrestricted free agent.

WHO COULD SIGN

The running back market isn’t particularly great. Le’Veon Bell isn’t leaving Pittsburgh; the Steelers will tag him if they can’t work out an extension with the 24-year-old talent. After Bell, it’s mostly just a bunch of stop-gaps or role players. The Eagles could look to add another veteran body to the mix. Nothing too expensive.

NFL DRAFT OPTIONS

The 2017 NFL Draft features a number of intriguing running back talents. Leonard Fournette and Dalvin Cook are the big names expected to go in the first round. The explosive Cook has already been linked to Philadelphia in mock drafts. It remains to be seen if the Eagles would take a running back so high in the first. The feeling here is the Eagles won’t go that direction in the first round.

First round running back or not, the Eagles need to get serious about finding a new lead back to improve their running game. An improved rushing attack could really go a long way for the Eagles, as evidenced by the success the Cowboys have had.

WHAT YOU MISSED

The Eagles reportedly have a “strong interest” in Bills wide receivers coach Sanjay Lal, after firing Greg Lewis.

“The Eagles are in desperate need of a receiver that can stretch the field, and that happens to be [Kenny] Stills’ specialty.” What They’re Saying.

Evaluating the team’s quarterbacks with the 2016 season wrapped up.

WHAT THEY’RE SAYING

Defensive end Connor Barwin told the Breakfast on Broad crew that he would take a pay cut to stay in Philadelphia, from Dave Zangaro of CSNPhilly.com.

“Yes, I would take a pay cut,” he said. “I mean, my plan is to stay here. You know, people talk about my contract and I think, I like to think, I’m a reasonable person and I feel like I’ll work with the Eagles and we’ll restructure and make some kind of deal that works for everybody.”

Before the end of the 2016 season, Barwin talked pretty openly about his frustrating year and his future with the team but stopped short of admitting he’d take a pay cut. With one game left to play, he said he wanted to focus on the Cowboys.

It’s not hard to figure out why questions about Barwin’s future keep coming up. Since his 14½-sack year in 2014, he had seven sacks in 2015 and just five in 2016 as the Eagles switched to a 4-3 defensive scheme.

Then, there’s the contract. Barwin, 30, is set to have a salary cap hit of $8.35 million in 2017 and cutting him would save the Eagles $7.75 million in cap room. Plus, there’s the fact that Vinny Curry, to whom the team just handed a big extension last year, played just 43 percent of defensive snaps in 2016.

PhillyVoice’s Jimmy Kempski has some possible free agents that would fit the team, including a fullback.

Kyle Juszczyk, FB, Ravens (6’1, 240)

During the 2016 season, Doug Pederson made it clear that he wants a fullback on his roster.

“Down the road, as we go, if we can develop a fullback at some point, we will do that,” he said. “We’re constantly looking at that position, not only around the National Football League, but on our roster.”

Juszczyk is a quality run blocker, and an effective receiver out of the backfield. Over the last two seasons, Juszczyk has 78 catches for 587 yards and 4 TDs. He made the Pro Bowl this year, and is in the conversation for the best fullback in the NFL.

In his post-season press conference, Howie Roseman said that vice president of player personnel Joe Douglas, who Roseman hired away from the Ravens, would be setting the Eagles’ free agent board.

So there’s your fullback (maybe), Doug.

Chris Jastrzembski contributed to this post.

Source: https://www.phillymag.com/birds247/2017/01/11/eagles-running-back-philadelphia-ryan-mathews-darren-sproles-trade-cut-kenjon-barner-wendell-smallwood-depth-chart-position-review/

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Rio & Grace

Rio: Gracie! Can't tie either parental down so you're unlucky enough to be my first port of call Rio: If I come down this week (half term, right? God I feel old not knowing, ick!) how many of yous are gonna be about? Wanna catch all of you if I can Grace: I'm not surprised, Nico thinks mum's charger is the most fun thing EVER and you know dad still kicks it like he's at some 70s disco instead of a restaurant kitchen. So cringe! Grace: Iggy's took off in the van and Pablo's never here even when he is (ugh we get it, you're hanging shush) but everyone else maybe? Grace: Unless Junior's nerding it up idk Rio: Bless them, you'll miss them when you go Rio: Mum and Dad, the cats, only your faves and Nico is a little bitch 😂 Rio: Good enough for me! Sure enough I'll only hold any of yas down for a hot second regardless Rio: What've you been up to? Got any fun plans then? Grace: 😂 No way they're the worst and won't give me the chance Grace: Ask Janis they're always in her grill now she has a bf she can't ever peel herself off of Grace: Gurl you better make time for me! 😚 London's like another planet and I need that goss Grace: Gotta keep uploading that 🐰🐣 content Grace: but keeping it lowkey 👌 Rio: They're highkey nerds, tis true, least they give a shit, eh? 😘 Rio: Fucking knew it, sneaky bitch. I asked her at NYE and she said nah but I KNEW Rio: Ugh, gonna give her SO much shit when I come back 😂 Rio: Duh! My goss might not set the teenybop influencer world alight but think you'll be into it Rio: Also, got some lush bunny ears from work you can style up if you like, there's the content Rio: Very Ariana Grace: We're so blessed 🙏 Grace: OMFG THANK YOU 👏 she's such a lying bitch Grace: And they are so 😍💍💘 it's HONESTLY disgusting like I can't Grace: YAS 👑!! babes I knew I was missing you Grace: Such a mood Rio: 🙌 Rio: Steady on 😂 Fill me on the beef before I'm taking sides Rio: Can't roll like that babe 🙉 Rio: Is he a twat? I could barely get a look in, hot property with the whole fam that night not just Jan, like 😏 Rio: Right? My turn to THANK YOU 'cos all the other girls were raging after me lemme tell you, saying it reeked of misogyny and cheesy old school playboy Rio: Not educated in Hef paving the way for ladies being allowed to be sexual, ESP the sistas 💣💥 Rio: Its iconic, yeah? Like hush Grace: Honey not even! Now he's got her feeling the 💖 we all benefit Grace: Like from 💀 to 😍!! Grace: Here's the thing he's NICE!! 😮 How and who tf !! 😂 In THESE ends Grace: He's pimped my feed with his 📷 more that once. Lush! Grace: Trust her to find the one decent lad Grace: OMG how shaming! it's literally so on point I feel bad for how off they are. Beyond awkward Grace: 👯💜 Rio: Can't argue with that Rio: It'll be nice to see her happy Rio: All of yous Rio: Yeah, had noticed your new lad was off the feed Rio: Just not the one or do I need to crack skulls on YOUR behalf? Spill! 😘 Maybe Gus has had his 💔 Rio: Right? Not complaining when they were raking in the tips and looking fly doing it, this is why Vinnie listens to me and not them though so 💋 win win for me Grace: 🤞 Grace: UGH don't go there babe Grace: I'm off men rn 🙏 so you can relax Grace: Give Gus and Diego their time to shine 😂 Grace: OMG PLEASE say you can finally get me in sometime soon! 💋 Rio: Good girl 👍 Rio: Me too, more trouble than they're worth, and I'll always check what they're worth, feel me Rio: Love 'em 😂 I'd say they keep me sane but not with the shenanigans they still manage to get themselves into, nah lads Rio: You're old enough that I can vouch for you with him to get you in but Imma need to go out in Dubo with you first Rio: See how you handle your liquor, can't be risking the boss' license if you're gonna get #WGW 😏 Grace: I 100% swear down that D has a 💘 at his school but he's pulling a Jan over it so Grace: Yay! I'm buzzing Grace: Say when and I'll be on it Grace: The vibe looks EPIC in every insta it's 💕 Rio: Surely not! My babies! 😭 Rio: I've changed all ya nappies, it ain't right, I tell ya! 👵 Rio: Whenever you can pencil me in darling 💋 If you come back on the plane with me you'll only have to do the one back alone Rio: Unless you want to bring a mate but you've gotta vouch for them 'cos I don't know them enough to put my name on the line, they ain't my little sister 💛 Grace: 😂😂 I had to go full spa on him cos he was 🙎 and not vibing with the sheet masks he'd been stealing from me for WEEKS 😂😂 Grace: He's so 😍 for someone Grace: This is HAPPENING 👌 Mum'll say yes cos it's obvs for my mental health Grace: It's enough for collab our schedules tbh imagine trying to get the squad hooked up Rio: Aww! What a little sweetie! 😭 Giving me so much fodder to get 'em all with, yas gurl! 🙊 Rio: She defs knows the benefit of letting ya hair down and if she disagrees then she ain't our Muvva 👽 Rio: Same when I was your age, so many parties, so much time stretching ahead...ugh, hark at me Rio: Speaking of though, Pabs has managed to keep outta the drunk tanks since my last visit, yeah? 🙄 Chief Grace: I'd say go easy cos the acne is !! but where was mine was I was a 🍕 me and payback are bitches that have each other's backs like 😂 Grace: So welcome 💋 remember who treated you right hun 😚 Grace: Oh babe that's proper tragic 😂 Are you okay?! Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: I'd lie to spare your feels but I can't even cos he is not forgiven! Fuck him truly Rio: Way harsh babe! Gotta share that knowledge and spot treatment 🙏 older sib duties ✌ you only gotta look out for them 3, feel MY pain when I wanna be a petty bitch please 😉😂 Rio: Clearly not, like...What tf am I like? 🙈 Rio: Still in the dog house then...I hope little miss tiny tits is too, seen her being snide on the 'gram Rio: we know she's no 😇 so as long as she's getting her share of the 💩 from you, I ain't judging on the Pabs score 👌 Grace: 😈 LMAO jks obvs I'm living for getting to flex like that Grace: Nobody else lets me near their face, their loss but still BOO Grace: Ugh yes cos he doesn't even see that he did me WRONG she was trying he's just an idiot and its like BOY NO Grace: Never learning them lessons Grace: 🚫 No worries there she's BEYOND cancelled 🚫 Grace: I hate that bitch Rio: That's why you gotta get them clients honey, just you wait, people will be BEGGIN' for your time and expertise 😘 Rio: Yeah, he's a fool in general though Rio: Not to say that ain't valid, 'cos 100% babe, but it wasn't personal, like Rio: Try to remember that 'cos he's not that boy, no matter what typa foolishness he's caught up in rn 😒 Rio: 👏 I like what I'm hearing, Gracie! So much growth! Rio: Here for it Grace: I feel you but also it's like idk it was personal to me cos she was my best friend and he knew that Grace: On some level idk Grace: Whatever I'm trying to be over it Grace: There's bigger 🐠 Rio: Fair Rio: Idk if he knows he knew...Mouthful Rio: Give him time and a chance, but that's it, sensible big sister said her piece on that, you're free to go on doing what you're doing 😜 Grace: Thanks 👑 Grace: Rio, I can forreal come to london right? Like you're not just shhing me Grace: I'm so done with this place atm Rio: Of course you can Rio: As long as the 'rents sign off on it, you can stay for as long as you like Rio: That's Dubo for ya...gets under your skin Rio: Anything else I can do, tho? Grace: 💜 Grace: Ugh it's just everything Grace: There's barely anything I can do Grace: Ignore me I'm a hormonal 👾 Rio: Have you had your B12 and folates checked? Billie and Edie were anaemic you should double-check 'cos that will have you feeling rough as Grace: 👼 You're adorbs Grace: Enough of my chatter anyway, how are you? Rio: 👀 okurr but we're coming back to this later Rio: 'cos I'm same old same old Rio: Nothing beyond the promised goss of London to report Rio: No boys, remember? Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: Oh please you always have a boy Grace: Spill it Rio: 😨 Swear on my life, babe! Rio: Nothing and no one Grace: We're twinning then 💕 Grace: Do tell Janis 😂 Rio: Coming for ya brand Rio: Shameless 😏 like to think I could pass, not that old or having THAT crisis tho, jfc Grace: 👯💣🔥 Grace: You're flawless babe don't even stress Grace: when I'm your age I'll have to pray Rio: Aww, you doll, extra brownie points for boosting my ego 💋 Rio: What you chattin'?! We're all babes, lbr Grace: 😂 shhh avó be repping herself hard in me and no offence 👵 it's not goals 💔 lmao Grace: obrigado,... mas não, obrigado like she rocks it but she's also way old so Grace: the struggle is real 😂 Rio: You're mad gal Rio: don't be wasting your youth hating on what you'll miss Rio: though we all age like fine wine, avó paving the way 💣 Rio: Ma was onto something having us so young Grace: Don't let her hear you say that Grace: My ears are still ringing from her calling me out Rio: umm Rio: BISH YOU WHAT Grace: 🤷 No drama just Rio: You weren't on the pill? Or missed a day? Rio: We've all had the scare but I never got as far as needing to tell Mum Rio: You poor thing! 😨🙈 Grace: Well obvs that was my bad but she only made me die about a thousand times Grace: I survived Rio: Eeep! Rio: At least she didn't march you down the clinic in a shame cone like most would round here Grace: OMG like she made me go but my ootd was my own doing 🙏 Rio: Not so much as a high collar in sight 🙌 Rio: Explains your hormones though, babe, that shit will FUCK you up for ages Rio: so no worries there Grace: I know exactly what I'm in for Grace: Ugh Rio: Forreals Rio: Who'd be a fucking woman, eh? Grace: Mia. To fuck over the others Grace: kms Rio: 😂 Rio: Fueled by her PMS that one Grace: [Sends her 2 very similar selfies} which one do you vibe the most with? Rio: 1st one, s'more natural Rio: smile ALMOST reaches your eyes Grace: lmao Grace: Thanks babes Rio: if you gonna fake it 'til you make it Rio: gotta keep you the realest, ain't I? 😉 Grace: gotta keep me 😂 Rio: Wanna Rio: Blood ties aside 😘 Grace: 💜 Rio: Best get ready for work Rio: Could use you here to do my look for me, cba tonight 😐 blah Grace: I'd be living for that you know it but you'll be killing it with or without me, honey Grace: You got this gurl Rio: Cheers 🍸 Rio: I'll get the first round in when I see ya boo 💋 Grace: Yay! So excited 😚

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🎐 for mags & vinnie!!! Slow dancing together

For a woman who’s life knew plenty of ups and downs, things were pretty perfect lately. 

Okay, yes. Money was tight. Money was really tight, actually. Tight to the point where the two got together once a week to compare numbers and budgets for the week. But they were making it work. Maggie never felt alone and she knew, at the end of it all, it’d all be okay. At least they had each other.

Thankfully, Emmett, the college student he’d been working with for the last couple of years, was planning to go to grad school, and wanted to keep his part time job. It was just the two of them running the place, which meant time to be home. Time to plan.

There was no room to think about the wedding. God she ached to think about getting married to Vincent, but they were living paycheck to paycheck and neither of them had family that would really contribute to the cause.

It got to the point where her nieces and nephews couldn’t come over anymore. Which was a fun conversation with her brother and his wife. She wasn’t their disposable babysitter anymore. 

Ellen stayed for a couple months and both Maggie and Vincent tried not to put pressure on her little sister. She chipped in for food when she could but having another body in the house took it’s toll.

Now she was in a place of her own and the house was quiet again, but Maggie every night, Maggie kept asking if she needed to take on another job.

She would. She’d happily pick up evening shifts at some boutique after getting done from teaching. If it meant more money to rest easy, she’d do it.

But Vincent said they’d’ figure it out. It’d work itself out.

And it’s not that she thought they didn’t. But Maggie wanted to get married, and she’d been poor her whole life and she wondered when it’d stop being this hard. Even if it was with the person she loved.

But Vincent had an idea. And he was beautiful when he had his ideas. His hair all twisted and tugged in different directions and he came home with a binder full of pieces of paper and he slammed it down on the kitchen table and he said.

“Babe, I got it.”

He really did have it. Maggie wasn’t one for business but it made sense. Every dinner was an Instagram post, and the man got up his following pretty quickly. Maggie was always amused looking at his page, if there weren’t women trying to flirt on his pictures of himself, there were twice as many when he posted pictures of his cooking.

Just once a week. That’s all he needed. She would be here for the whole thing to supervise. Maybe take pictures and videos for promotion. If people liked it enough, and it made enough money, maybe it could call for an expansion on the bookstore.

Teaching people how to cook was absolutely insane. First, their house was tiny. Maggie never thought much of their small kitchen because she liked being so close to Vincent, but watching Vincent try and teach someone else how to cook in the small confines was less than idea.

The jealousy didn’t come from there. She figured it was uncomfortable having to respect space when there was very little space to begin with.

The jealousy crept in when he’d get a booking from an attractive single socialite, or woman from Wall Street. All flirting and glittering eyes and of course, Vincent was nothing to worry about. But considering she was always the one being dazzled by watching him cook, it was hard not to get a little jealous when that was being shared with other women.

The jealousy never lasted though. Not when the women would leave and he’d lift her onto the kitchen counter to kiss her breasts and tell her how cute she looked, flustered with jealousy.

Maybe he even enjoyed a little. Became a game. Touching a stranger’s hand, watching Maggie fluster. Taking a break to go to the bathroom only to meet Maggie in the hallway to slot their legs together and entangle for their few minutes of break.

Plus, the money was good. Like really good.

It was a month of being fully booked with extra inquiries, which made them bump it up to three times a week with the idea of building the foundation. Maggie said she’d do it for one month but she wants their house back. But one month passed and the inquiries kept coming and Maggie couldn’t argue with the money. They were close to paying off their credit card bills.

It was a trade off. Yes, it lead to great sex and was exciting to go on this new journey together. Yes, it brought in money so they could be more comfortable, and even start stashing some away for the wedding she was desperate to move on with.

On the other hand, it meant little time with Vincent. It meant that half of the week, her home was being shared with strangers. They were all lovely and respectable, of course, but this was her home. She’s take her few photos of promo for his Instagram and then she’d take the dogs out for a walk. It felt suffocating.

She started smoking cigarettes to ease the tension and give her something to do to keep her out.

Vincent pretended not to notice but she knew he did. And she knew he was disappointed.

But the money was good. The money was good and she couldn’t talk to Georgia or Charlotte about it. Not when they lived so lavishly, without the worry of money. She loved their success, and there was never any resentment. It just felt wrong talking to them about it.

Which is why she found herself getting on the train and going further into the city. To a tiny pet shop where she found a bouncing brunet by the hamster cages.

Maggie never really talked to Zebby about serious things. She was too beautiful and bright and most of the time, that’s what Georgia and Charlotte were for. But she knew Zebby lived in a tiny one bedroom and worked almost forty hours a week at this place. 

This was a girl who knew what it was like.

So she sat on a stool by the fish tank and dumped it all. How happy she was that they had money. How happy Vinnie looked to be doing something he enjoyed so much. But isolated she felt. How suffocating their house felt. She said that she knew if she brought it up to Vincent, he’d stop. Point blank, no questions asked, he’d never bring another person into their home if it was making her feel this way.

But they needed the money.

And Zebby listened. She nodded as she restocked the shelves and gave hums of encouragement. Maggie was starting to see that the girl was the perfect type of person to unload onto. It never seemed like she minded.

In the end, Zebby says she doesn’t think there will ever be a point in her own life where she wont worry about money. Her aunt and uncle always offer to help, but Zebby likes the independence, even if she never went to college and doesn’t really have the capability for a more financially supportive job. But she’s never unhappy, even if she has to make sure she’s spending her money right. To Zebby, it sounds like the fork in the road is either to financial comfort or happiness, which seems like a rather obvious choice.

Maggie took the long way home and thought about it. Leave it to her young friend to look at things so easily. Maggie wasn’t sure if she agreed. But maybe this wasn’t something for her to think of on her own.

When she came home, Vincent had turned on the music, and was cleaning up the mess from another class. He kissed her cheek and tried not to wince at the smell of tobacco on her, but she saw it. She always saw it.

So she stood next to him in the kitchen and told him that she didn’t like this anymore. Since they were together, it always felt like they were a team and for the first time, it felt like they weren’t. 

He stopped doing the dishes and turned to her, he took her hands in his and thumbs rubbed her wrist. She explained that she never wanted him to feel like she was keeping him from his dreams, and if this was something he really loved doing, they should figure it out. But letting strangers into their home was making her feel like this wasn’t a home at all. And then came the money. Her student loans had another five years, and she knew if they stopped, they’d probably have to start overcharging on the credit card again.

This wasn’t a choice they made because it sounded fun. This was a choice because they needed it.

She told him she didn’t know what to do but she was certain she couldn’t keep going like this.

He held her and kissed her temple and told her it would be okay. Just as she knew, he said he’d stop. He’d finish out the week and cancel and refund the rest of the bookings. She told him not to. Finishing out the schedule and take no more bookings, but he didn’t surprise her. 

In the end, he always put her first.

The last few weeks of sessions felt better. Knowing there was an end in sight, she could sit and endure much easier. They went back to budgeting. With the money they had made from the sessions, they were strategically putting them into the things they needed. Vincent held her hand at the kitchen table every night and told her they would be okay. Maggie believed him. One way or another, they would be okay. They had to be. 

It got tight again. The money Maggie saved up for the wedding had to get used when one of the dogs got sick. She cried in the shower on the night Vincent closed out the bookstore. She constantly wondered if she made the right choice in telling him. Or if she should have just sucked it up and let him bring in the money. They could have started planning. He could have started expanding in the bookstore. 

But at least now, every Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday, Vincent was home with her. He laid out the tablecloth and lit the candles. At least she was the only woman in their kitchen. Hands over hands as they maid pasta together. Taking sauces and wiping it off of each other’s lips. Having tender moans when they got too handsy before things started to burn. At least they could go out on Saturdays with their friends. Maggie stopped arguing about them paying for things. She needed it. 

After a night to a new museum exhibition with Luke and Charlotte, Vincent took her home and took off her clothes slow, fucked her with every bit intention and care. She saw stars and held him tight.

Afterwards she laid on his chest and told him she wanted to marry him. He played with her engagement ring and told her he wanted that too. When she cried, he sat up. Vincent didn’t need to know anything else. He just tugged her into his lap and held her close, rocking her gently and telling her everything would be okay.

It would be, wouldn’t it?

Weeks later, Benjamin had a work gala, and Maggie said they could use an excuse to get dressed up. Maggie dusted off the one black tie gown she owned. She curled her hair and wore her red lip and Vincent couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night. They drank free champagne and food that was far beyond anything they could put on the plates for themselves.

She didn’t know that Ben and Georgia paid the front of their admission. She always had the feeling they knew that money was tight, but she was thankful they never said anything.

Vincent dragged her to the dancefloor. Not that she complained much but she knew his cheeks were pink under his newly grown beard. He was excited and tender. Handsy yet gentle. He looked at her with wild adoration as he held ehr close.

“Babe, I’ve got an idea.” He whispers.

When he smiles, she always smiles back. In all this darkness, in all this trouble, never once did she doubt she loved him. She just wished life was kinder to them.

“What’s your idea?” She whispers back. He’s always beautiful when he’s got an idea.

“You and I are going to be happy.” He states.

Her smile grows faint. There’s an ache in her stomach. “I am happy.” She reaches to scratch her beard. 

His lips flatten into a line and he shakes his head. “You haven’t been. You’re not very good at hiding it. I know you’ve been having a really hard time and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you the life your deserve.”

“Vinnie,” She huffs, “It’s not your job alone to make sure we live comfortably.”

“I know, I know,” He nods, “But you just deserve so much better. I heard you crying the other night.”

She clears her throat, averting his eyes. She didn’t know which night he was talking about, she cries so often at this point. And she feels terrible that he had to listen to here. “I’m sorry---” She starts, but he cuts her off, arms wrapping around her tightly.

“No, don’t be! Maggie, you’re unhappy. I know you are. I know this is hard and you’re sad and I’ve been tearing myself up trying to figure out how I can make this better for us.” 

She was starting to think this was just how it was meant to be. Always a struggle. Everyone always talked about good their love was, but that didn’t matter when they could barely pay their bills and live.

“Making you happy is my number one job. I’m not going to give up until I do.” He gives her a gentle squeeze to reinforce this. 

God, she loves him so much. 

“You know Luke came by the store the other day.” Vincent points out.

Luke. She’s still not totally sure about him. He’s got one of those faces that just seems like he’s making jokes about you when you leave the room. Like he knows something you don’t. But Charlotte says he’s been making her happy, so who is she to say anything.

“Oh?” Is all she says, not sure if Luke made some snide remark or not.

“He said he’s been following my page for a while. He was sad he didn’t get to take one of my classes.” It’s clear that Vincent finds this amusing, but Maggie isn’t as charmed. What did he mean by that?

“Well he’s more than capable himself.” She looks away.

“He made me an offer, Mags.” He beams.

Maggie rolls her eyes. “What, so he could give you some extra cash and he can make fun of you for not being professionally trained?” It was uncalled for, to make sure bitter assessments to a man she barely spent time with, but she was already heartbroken.

“No, he wants me to teach a class at his restaurant. Says Tuesdays are always dead anyways, he could open up his kitchen those nights for cooking classes.” He squeezes her. “I mean, we’d split the profit but it’d be like six people a night instead of just one. We wont be making as much money as when we did it from home, but it’s something, right?”

He’s excited. He’s glowing and it warms up her entire body. She knows he loves doing this. He’d be great at it too. It was extra money, too. For a shock, she’s impressed with Luke. Maybe he was pretty good.

“It’s worth a shot.” She shrugs. If it didn’t work, it didn’t work. 

“Maggie.” He stops his dancing, taking her face in his hands. “We’re going to be happy. Everyday I’m going to make you happy.”

“You make me happy, Vinnie.” She takes hold of his wrist.

“No, not like ‘I love you’ happy. Safe happy. Comfortable happy. We’ll get there. I promise. It’ll just take some time.”

He’s a shining beacon of light. Warmth radiant from him onto her and she nods. She believes him. She really knows that he’s going to try this. It might not work. But he’s trying, and the fact that he hasn’t given up yet only makes it so much clear, how badly she wants to marry this man. 

She steps in closer to him, arms wrapped around his torso and head on his shoulder. “I love you so much, Vincent.”

His nose tucks into his hair, and he rubs her back, starting to step with the music again. He says it back. Quiet and low, just for her and no one else. It’s a love that feels like it rewrites everything else.

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Furious 7

The first official spinoff of the Fast and Furious franchise hit theaters this weekend with the release of Hobbs and Shaw. It only seems fitting then with that hitting theaters to continue my trek through covering the series here with 2015’s Furious 7 (trailer). The seventh entry in the series showcased Jason Statham in the role of the unstoppable villain, Deckard Shaw. Furious 7 also infamously went down as the last film in the series to feature one of the two franchise lead-men, Paul Walker since he perished in a tragic car wreck in the midst of shooting this film. His brother took his place in several stand-in spots for the final scenes to be shot with his character. Needless to say one of the burning questions I had originally going into this at the theaters opening weekend was how were they going to handle writing him off the series? I will cross that bridge in towards the end of this entry. Furious 7 has a new director at the helm with James Wan of Saw, Insidious and Conjuring fame. He has a killer opening shot of Deckard Shaw at the hospital bedside of his brother, Owen (Luke Evans), who barely survived the aftermath of his clash with Dom (Vin Diesel) in the last film and Deckard promising to avenge him. Another opening act shot that gelled with me was Letty (Michelle Rodriguez) and Dom revisiting the Race Wars rally for the first time in the series since the original film to get our obligatory drag race out of the way early where Letty easily lays waste to her opposition. I appreciated the callback to Race Wars, and was surprised to see them dig out periphery character Hector (Noel Gugliemi) from the original film to make a fun cameo too.

Just like the post-credits tag scene in Fast & Furious 6 eluded to, Furious 7 finally puts a tidy bow on the split timelines in the canon. Stick with me…..the previous three Fast films technically all took place before Tokyo Drift since Han (Sung Kang) perished in that film but the filmmakers liked him so much that they kept bringing him back. To wrap up this glaring loose end, after an exhilarating fight with Hobbs (Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson), Shaw breaks into Hobbs’ computer to find the location of Han and assassinate him to get Dom’s attention. Props to Furious 7 for tracking down Lucas Black to get him back in his role as Sean Boswell for a scene with Dom wrapping up the Tokyo chapter of the series. I remember being both stoked to see Black back, and bummed to see him limited to only one scene and almost expected to see him welcomed as part of Dom’s gang. There are currently rumors he will be back in a bigger role in the upcoming ninth film in the series. Since we still see Dom’s crew at Han’s funeral and all the succeeding events seemingly transpire in the weeks afterwards it is safe to presume this movie still is set in 2006 when Tokyo Drift initially released….that is until we see in the early part of Furious 7 Letty visiting her old grave that has a 2009 death year on it from when we thought she died in the fourth film, which should have took place before Tokyo Drift…..ah forget it.

Anyways, point being is whenever year Furious 7 transpires, it is hard to believe it was in the 2000s decade (aka ‘The Aughts’) after Dom’s crew meets up with secret government ghost agent Mr. Nobody (Kurt Russell). Mr. Nobody essentially gives the government’s unofficial backing to Dom’s gang as their go to master heist crew for secret-ops missions. He also introduces the gang to all kinds of high-tech level gadgetry right that seems like it was pulled right out of the latest 007 film. I could not remember the name of Russell’s character when writing this and I cannot stand the name ‘Mr. Nobody’ the moment I looked it up for reference for this so I will instead just refer to his character as his real name Kurt Russell from here on out because Kurt Russell is portrayed as a bonafide badass in this film. Russell helps Dom’s crew rescue kidnapped hacker, Ramsey (Nathalie Emmanuel), who has knowledge of a ‘God’s Eye’ device which has access to all the security and cell phone cameras across the world. Of course, there are the now-obligatory ridiculous stunt scenes that result in Team Ride or Die snatching Ramsey away from the terrorists. It involves a hilarious sequence of skydiving cars and culminates with Dom escaping terrorists by intentionally flipping his car down a cliff and literally walking right out of the totaled car and brushing it off without any injury! Not even a bandage! Trust me, things get even more gloriously ludicrous from there when Ramsey tells the crew they must traverse to Abu Dhabi to procure the ‘God’s Eye.’ If you thought things were bonkers with the safe in Fast Five and the heroic tank leaps and infinite runway in the sixth movie, then props to Wan for somehow topping those stunts with a must-see to believe ‘Cars Can’t Fly’ moment in Furious 7 involving a three million dollar car and the Etihad Towers. It is easily one of the all-time ‘holy shit’ moments in big-budget blockbuster cinema history, and that is saying something!

After some more back and forth shenanigans with Shaw, everything comes to a boil in a heavy duty final act involving predator drones, car jousts, Hobbs donning a chain gun against a helicopter and an epic Dom vs Shaw street fight. This all adds up to Dom’s gang being masters at car-heisting, street races, breathtaking vehicle stunt-work and fluent in the latest and greatest top-secret government tech. 007 Car Heisters….or something like that. This is the first time I saw Furious 7 since the theaters and I forgot about how awesome the overall arc and climatic action/stunt-work/heist scenes were compared to the previous movies. It is easily in the same class with the raised stakes and budget the previous two movies established. A lot of that amazing stunt work is chronicled in the near two hours of extra features. Flying Cars is a fascinating watch to see how skydivers literally jumped out with flying cars to get those up-close camera shots during the car skydiving sequence. Tower Jumps is also worth checking out to see how the ‘Cars Can’t Fly’ sequence was pulled off. Both are quick watches at around seven minutes each while Talking Fast is a broader all encompassing extra at just over a half hour where Wan curates his favorite moments and scenes from the film and it nicely jumps to interviews with the cast members involved in each moment and Wan provides additional insight to how he pulled off some key shots. Talking Fast suffices for the lack of a commentary track from Wan that Justin Lin spoiled me with on the last four Fast home video releases.

There are a few other smaller extras on the BluRay covering other stunt-work and fight scenes, but what surprisingly jumped out to me in this last smattering of bonus features is one covering the making of the Fast and Furious Supercharged Ride attraction at Universal Studios. I coincidentally went on that ride on vacation earlier this year and can confirm it captures the spirit of the films and spares no expense when compared to the other big budget rides at Universal Studios. Finally, there is the Wiz Khalifa music video, ‘See You Again’ that is easily identified for being the song that closed off Furious 7 with its emotional farewell scene for Paul Walker. Yes, it is time to touch on Furious 7 sending Paul Walker off into the sunset. Wan and the rest of the filmmakers could not have done it any better. It is undoubtedly a rough scene to get through and I would be lying if I said I was not holding back any sniffles and getting dusty-eyed throughout it. Part of me thought they were going to kill off Connor, and I had no idea what the script originally called for, but the final on-screen product was the perfect way to sunset the Connor and Mia (Jordana Brewster) characters out of the picture by them going on their own to be a family. I will never forget I was at a gas station shortly after leaving a minor league hockey game with another film buff when I found out about the news and we both needed a moment to take it all in. Ironically enough, earlier that day before the hockey game I was at a pawn shop and bought the PS2 Fast and Furious game.

This was the final film in the franchise I watched along with Dan, Vinny and Alex of Giant Bomb in their Film and 40s commentary series. It made for once again another highly entertaining watch as I echoed many of their sentiments throughout. Highlights include the quote ‘That’s some Asura’s Wrath shit’ during a big stunt moment, Dan picking Alex’s brain on getting into Deftones, priceless reactions to the huge car skydiving and tower leap moments, predicting future celebrity villains, them trying to add up the Tokyo Drift plot lines like I was earlier and searching online for a replica Vin Diesel cross necklace on Amazon. Oh yeah, and I did indeed share along in the sniffles with them during the aforementioned emotional final scene. And that is Furious 7. I apologize for repeating myself, but it seems worth repeating all I remembered going into it again was the Paul Walker farewell and I forgot how good the stuntwork and caliber of jaw-dropping moments were here especially when stacked up to prior films in the series. Again, Furious 7 stands in the same league with the big budget blockbusters that the fifth and sixth installments evolved into and I loved how it found another way to raise the stakes by introducing Kurt Russell’s character into the fray and giving them the government’s unofficial blessing as being super-hi-tech ghost agents. With the untimely death of Paul Walker and the fitting farewell scene for him to close off the film I will forever have a special place for Furious 7 in the brand’s hierarchy.

'For Paul' Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed Deck the Halls Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hercules: Reborn Hitman Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Marine 3-6 Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

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Lights And Shadows (pt 4)

A few days later, Jimmy is in line at the Customer Service Department with lots of other store employees to cash their checks when he hears Blake calling to him from the back of the line. He turns and sees him in line with his partner Gary, who works part time in Men’s Suits.

“Jimmy, what are you doing for dinner?” I’m off at five and Gary here already has plans. Have you two met?“

"Hi Gary, nice to meet you. Blake, I’m off at five-thirty. Maybe meet at the Cafe and grab something in the neighborhood?” He gets his money and walks over to the couple.

“That sounds like a plan. Want to go up to Castro and have Thai food across from the movie theater? I love their curry.”

“Which place is this?”

“It’s the one above that Bear Bar. It looks like someone turned their apartment into a restaurant with the living room and front bedroom converted to dining space. It’s a little overdone but it’s cute and the food is great. Gary, are you sure you can’t join us?”

Gary is distracted checking out a skinny blonde guy walking away from the customer service window. “What? Oh no, I’m busy with work tonight. You guys have fun without me. Actually, I need to get going. I’ll see you late tonight at the house.” He gives Blake a quick kiss and rushes off in the general direction of the blonde.

“So that’s Gary. I didn’t know he had another job. What does he do?”

“Oh, let’s just say a little bit of this and a little bit of that. But, if he says he’s working, it usually means he won’t be home until tomorrow morning, if that.”

“Umm, okay. Well, I should get back to finish my shift. See you at the Cafe.”

“Great. We can start there and just let it go where it all goes.”

“Umm, okay.”

Later that evening, Blake sees Jimmy in line at the large vintage counter that takes up the length of one wall inside Cafe Flor. He quietly walks up behind him and gives his butt a light squeeze.

Jimmy rapidly turns around, ready to push someone away, “Hey! Oh shit, I should know it would be you. Don’t do that.”

Blake smiles, “Sorry, but your tushy is too irresistible to stay away from. Did you just get here too?”

“Yeah, the bus got stuck behind a fender bender between a cab and a pizza delivery. No one in this town knows how to drive in the rain. We were in the middle of the block so the driver refused to let anyone off and we had to wait for almost half an hour before it got going again. Our tax dollars at work.”

“That table in the corner just opened up. I’ll grab it. Could you get me a merlot?”

“Sure, no problem. Did you want anything to munch on? They have that marble cheesecake that you like.”

“Ooh yes. Thanks.”

About a mile away, the crowd is just showing up at the Loading Dock on 10th and Mission. Frank is getting off of his Harley at the curb in front of the growing line at the door. The crowd is made up of men, mostly in their 30s to 50s. Some of them are in tight Levi’s, motorcycle boots, and biker jackets. There are a few in chaps, leather harnesses, leather vests and Master caps. One short, slender redheaded guy is at the door in working boots, unbuttoned overalls, a backwards Giants baseball cap, a black tank top with the words SILENCE = DEATH painted on in neon blue and a backwards beat up baseball cap. He stops talking to the doorman to check out Frank.

“Hmm, my knight in shiny black leather has arrived,” Vince says to the doorman but loud enough for Frank to hear.

Lou rolls his eyes,“So that means everyone else can enjoy their night?”

“Maybe more. If they bring their own poppers.”

“Vinnie, I told you before, no poppers in the bar. Not even in the backroom.”

“That’s Vince and you know I’m just yanking on your chain.”

“And that’s all you’re yanking on me. Uh, hi Frank. How are you Sir?”

“Doing well, Lou. How’s it going tonight?”

“Actually it’s pretty busy for a rainy night. But sometimes I swear the queens in this town act as if they’ll melt if they ever got wet.”

“Some are wicked enough, they just might.” Then Frank turns to Vince and slowly sizes him up and down, “And who is this vision of mischief? Let’s hope he’s single and well trained.”

“Hi, I’m Vince. And I’m both, especially for handsome Daddies like yourself.”

“Sir.”

“I’m Vince, Sir.”

“Very good to meet you, sexy boy. I suppose Lou has already told you that I enjoy the company of the occasional redhead. But it’s grossly exaggerated. I enjoy all boys, as long as they know how to follow direction.”

Lou starts to laugh.

“Okay. I admit that red is my favorite color in a few ways. If you behave, maybe we can explore that later. But for now, come with me. I’ll buy the first round.”

As they start to walk in, Lou stops Vince and points at his tank top,“You know I am behind you 100% with what you do for the community but the manager doesn’t want any slogans or activism inside?”

Vince rolls his pale green eyes, takes off his baseball cap to reveal a full head of wild wavy red curls, removes his tank showing a pale back full of freckles, puts his cap back on, backwards, and follows Frank to the bar, stopping occasionally for Frank to hug and say hello to a number of friends or for Vince to hug someone and hand them a small flyer out of his back pocket for the next ACT-Up action.They get their drinks and make it towards the back of the narrow dark bar, past the rows of beat up lockers where other men are changing from work clothes into their leather or fetish gear or down to jockstraps and boots. Frank stops to chat briefly with another friend sitting on the pool table in the back of the bar before leading Vince up the narrow stairs.

They find a spot to sit between the little store full of sex toys, whips, floggers, handcuffs, various brands of poppers and the backroom behind the big black leather curtain which, by now, is full of men groping around, and each other, in the dark.

Vince starts up,“I don’t think I’ve seen it this crowded since last Folsom Fair. Is there something going on, Sir?”

“Nothing that I’ve heard of but maybe it’s just the full moon. Maybe it’s men blowing off steam after working another busy sale in their Union Square shops. Maybe they knew you’d be here.”

“Thank you Sir but I don’t think that I’m that good.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, Sir.”

“What’s the flyer you’re passing out? Is it another AIDS rally?”

“Yes Sir,” as he hands one of the folded flyers to Frank. “It’s this coming Tuesday at City Hall. We are calling for the city officials of every city with a sizable Gay community to stand with us and demand that the Food and Drug Administration to give the okay to more than AZT. There’s at least half a dozen drugs that are being used outside of the US that are showing good results for people living with AIDS but the FDA won’t even acknowledge their existence or let the mainstream media report about them.”

“And when will this rally happen? Is it only ACT-UP or will other groups and non-affiliated concerned citizens like myself be welcome?”

“It’s for anyone that will stand up for our ailing brothers, Sir. And it starts at 11:30, so it can be filmed for the noontime news shows and should go until 1, when the supervisors go into their weekly meeting.”

“Good planning.”

“Well, if it isn’t captured by the news cameras, it may as well not happen.”

“Tuesday is a light day and I am sick of seeing approval of drug trials going at a snail’s pace while we lose hundreds of brothers and sisters, and babies, every day. I know that if this was cancer or another Legionnaires Disease, the government would’ve interceded immediately and thrown all money and resources at it to keep the death rate below 150.”

“Would you want to say that to the crowd or inside to the board of supervisors? We need more of your type speaking for the cause.”

“And what type is that? The suits? Older? The presumed dying generation?”

“Honestly, all of the above. Plus, more hot daddies like you would be great for the morale of a lot of us activist boys, Sir.”

“Haha, I never thought I’d be considered a hot Daddy for justice,”

“If the workboot fits, Sir. And I’ll be happy to lick it for you.”

Frank looks at Vince with a mischievous look, sets down his beer and stands up. Vince slams down the rest of his beer and jumps to his feet enthusiastically. Frank gives him a smile, tweaks his nipple and grabs Vince by one of the overall straps and walks him through the leather curtains into the backroom.