#addict and vince hours
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Okay I finally got an idea for a request of course, I am dead serious when I mean don't do this until you want to and if you don't want to do this at all then dont! Literally no hard feelings!
So my idea was with my new oc Vince, since he is new though feel free to ask any questions about him and I'll be more than happy to answer!
So Addict runs into him again after there first meeting together and since he is a hitman, he's off to go kill someone but Addict is going after the same guy so they decide to team up and help each other out. Of course she still doesn't know who he is, but with the way he flatters her and calls her "Darlin" she becomes very interested in him and curious about who he really is because he never mentions his name....
[ Mysterious Man - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Once again, Vince and Addict meet again.
PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict
GENRE; Action
CONTENT WARNINGS; Slight gore, violence, and mentions of murder.
NOTE; I love Vince and Addict's dynamic ngl 🧍♀️
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict @localfangirlofcheese
Word count; 10,001
Addict walked past a few trees and she followed the target she had in pursuit, eyeing the large and intimidating. As she stalked, and preyed on her victim, the horrific stenches of decaying bodies withered in her nose, making her cough and gag. Flies surrounded the bodies, eating away at their dead, decaying flesh. The said target was said to be ruthlessly killing random humans, and given Slenderman's dependency on humans, he sent Addict out to kill whoever was causing this. She walked around the carpet of corpses, seeing many of them civilians and many being from the army. Addict cocked her gun as she began to move forward towards a large building, wanting to get there before the sky turned completely dark. Hee other guns were cocked and ready for any threat that stood in their wake just in case she were to run out of ammo. She entered the abandoned house, to search around for her target.
Addict froze at the sound of a loud gunshot, staring out the window as another figure to take notice to it as well. Her eyebrows narrowed and she tossed the backpack on the counter, jumping back over it and peeking through the windows. She tried to find the source, but as another gunshot sounded, it echoed through the forest and it was hard to pinpoint its location. Addict knew even if Slenderman had sent our any of the other proxies, they weren't stupid enough to use his rifle or .357 to put down a possible threat and her heart raced when she figured that new people had made their way into the dorest. They were threatening both themselves and her safety using such loud weapons. The target may not have been fast in the weather but once the man had escaped the forest entirely, it would be so much harder to track him down.
It was only one man, in her travels she had made note of the bodies around the forest, as if the target had almost been dragging bodies here just to taunt her and she knew this wasn't good. She heard the man stop for a moment and she couldn't help but slowly peek her head over to look at the man, checking to see if it had been her target. The moment she did she instantly recognized the gun-slinger, quickly she tucked her head back behind the tree. She felt a subconscious raise to her lips as she reminisced. It almost brought light to the situation, he could've been hunting down the fugitive wandering these forests.
"It's that guy again…!" she whispered to herself.
The mysterious man then continued moving on in the direction he was originally headed and she found herself faced with a decision. To follow him or go in the opposite direction of the forest, and possibly find the target. Whatever her decision she had to make it quick. She bit her bottom lip slightly, running dozens of thoughts through her head before slowly peeking her head out again. She made her decision, and slowly she began to trail the gunslinger, ducking behind trees and hiding in bushes whenever the male would look over in her direction. She took a breath to clear her head and continued to track the man, tracking him for most of the day until the sun began to set.
Finally she found herself hidden behind a tree in front of the pit, she peeked out slightly, and noticed how the attractive man she had been following had seemed to stop in his tracks, his back completely facing her. Her eyes widened as she saw him take out a gun, she took a slight step forward —ready to fight just in case she needed to.
"Come out. I know you’ve been following me." He called out, chuckling slightly as his southern voice slithered its way into her ears. Begrudgingly, she stepped out from behind the tree she had been concealing herself with, her hand resting on her gun in case he tried anything.
"Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my little darling~ It's nice to see you again, angel," Vincent smirked and finally looked over at her, meeting her gaze. He didn’t point his gun to her, only turned around to face the rest of the forest as he readied himself. Addict turned, but did not walk after him, only watched as he stopped while placing his hands on his hips, "What are you doin' here anyways? It's not safe for anyone, especially a pretty little thing like yourself."
Her expression twisted into slight amusement, as she marched in front of him, and tugged at her sleeve. She showed-off the proxy symbol engraved into her skin, as his eyes noticeably widened.
"Nevermind, maybe it is safe for you, darlin, seems like you can handle yourself if you're a Slenderman proxy. Still, I'm on a bounty-hunting mission right now, I'd be happy to give you my number–" She cut him off, shoving the bounty-paper into his face, displaying the man he had been tracking for hours on end.
"You're looking for him right? Well, I can help you since I was sent out here to look for him as well," Vince didn’t expect those words to come out of her mouth and a small smile formed on his lips.
"Oh yeah? I guess I could use some help, from a little lady." Vince chuckled under his breath and Addict narrowed her eyes accusingly as she thought he was laughing at her. Her eyes narrowed and one of his eyebrows rose as she swore she heard gunshots sound off again. Vince's eyes narrowed as well and brushed past her, looking for the source of the sound.
A soft wind blew through town and that didn’t help the situation. Addict quickly tossed on her hood and the black fabric hung down the sides of her face, masking somewhat of whatever scent she had. A low snarl rumbled against Addict's ears and she turned to see a demon slowly making way through the tight squeeze of two trees huddled near each other. Not wanting to take the risk of it following her, she slowly got to her feet and pulled the blade of her knife behind her. With an inaudible swing, the demon's head popped off its body and thumped onto the snowy concrete, rolling to a quick stop.
Vince's eyes widened with slight amazement, she really knew how to handle herself in situations like this, he smirked, grabbing out his silenced-pistol and raising it warily near his head.
—…—
"Hey, so I've never gotten your name—" Her words came to a stilling silence as she realized the charming man had disappeared before she questioned him about his identity. As she took a look in her surroundings, her eyes suddenly noticed there was no doubt he had completely disappeared without a trace, it almost reminded her of a certain amber-eyed mail. She let out a sigh of relief as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, only to notice a piece of paper that hadn't been there before.
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Make sure to give me a call, darling. Don't keep me waiting now,
Addict let out a small chuckle, as she turned her eyes to the sky. The sky began to darken with erratic clouds as a rush of violent wind carried itself through a now empty forest since her and Vince had killed the target. Trees whispered silently with each other through the voice of their rustling leaves, warning that the storm rapidly approaching might inflict damage on the unwary shrubbery. The corpses that were ripped to shreds lay dormant that were left behind by the murderer. A light blanket of snow plagued the trees and grass in the forest, making even Addict shudder under its tyranny.
She stuffed the paper into her pocket, and paced forward back to the mansion.
—…—
“Hey where’ve you been?” Another man walked up, staring at Vince accusingly as both of them were still soaked from wading around in the creek beds, “And why do you seem so…happy?” His eyes narrowed and one of his eyebrows rose as he stared at the disheveled survivor. Vince's eyes narrowed as well and brushed past him,
“Ain’t none of your damn business.” He growled, stalking off towards the tent he was housed in before the two had left that morning. He watched Vince step near his stationery tent, then looked back at Vince with a smirk crossing his arms,
"If I hadn't known any better, I'd say you're falling for the girl, Vince." His voice sounded, an evident cockiness displayed itself as he spoke, sliding his hand onto Vince's shoulder, "That's not good in a bounty-hunter business. You know people will target her because of you," he gripped his shoulder ever so slightly.
"Fuck off, Elias. I just met her, it's not like that. She just happened to be in the area." Vincent slightly scoffed, brushing past his partner in crime as the other man seemed to continue to smirk at him.
"Are you gonna tell me what exactly happened?" Vince's hair slightly wavered in his face and it nearly waved down past the gaze he shot at his partner as he stared curiously at Elias, wondering what he meant by that. Elias couldn’t help but smirk to himself and kick at the ground with his boot. His eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward, “You guys didn’t…?” His voice faded off at his question and Vince stared at him confusingly for a moment before she knew what he was actually talking about registered in his mind. His eyebrows knitted together and he shoved Eli's shoulder.
"You know damn well we didn't do nothin' like that!"
"Just saying, I mean I wouldn't be surprised," Elias shrugged.
Snapping out of his momentary trance, Vince's signature Cheshire cat grin carved its way onto his face, signalling this meant trouble. That was Eli's cue for leaving. Without saying anything else to him, he turned on his heel, ready to escape the rather awkward situation.
"Hey, Elias! Quick, I think I see Nightmare over there!" However, Elias didn’t get the chance to even make one step, and he abruptly stopped dead in his tracks, his cheeks burning with absolute embarrassment as he pathetically stumbled to look for the demonic-woman, but found nobody in sight. To describe himself as ‘annoyed’ would make the world’s biggest understatement. He had really lost his nuts. His cunning grin and the one insult had made him lose it. He had gotten excited thinking that Nightmare was actually around, which spurred on Eli's verbal abuse like oil to a flame. This was the day bitches died.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Smith!"
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and vince hours#addict my beloved#Elias my beloved#Elias and Vince are fucking hilarious omg..#VINCE HAS A CRUSH ON ADDICT YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND ARGUE WITH THE WALL
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The Dirt (Your Version)
Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.
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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Trigger warning- substance abuse, drug overdose, descriptions of drug paraphernalia.
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A/N: I've added a few paragraphs from Nikki Sixx's book 'The Heroin Diaries'. So, if you don't want to read Nikki's real words just skip past the paragraphs written in italics throughout this chapter. No judgement if you choose not to read them because Nikki's book hit hard, and I cried like a baby.
Chapter 14- The Heroin Diaries
You awoke the following morning after finally managing to fall asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning. The glass shards in your knees had been taken out and bandaged and there was now a blanket draped over you which definitely hadn't been there earlier.
"Hey." Vince's voice said gently.
You blinked, looking around realising that you were on the couch and your brother was leaning against the wall watching you with a small smile.
Why the fuck was he smiling? Nikki was fucking dead and-
"He's alive."
What?
No. This had to be a dream. You were still asleep because Nikki Sixx died last night. He was gone.
You shook your head, tears rising in your eyes, "don't... don't lie to me."
"No, no." Vince rushed across the room and knelt beside you on the couch. "Doc called. Nikki just left the hospital after pulling tubes out his nose and tearing the IV out his arm and telling everyone to fuck off."
Your jaw dropped in a mixture of shock and relief.
"Doc said he walked out with only a pair of leather pants on." Vince added like that piece of information was important. But you were barely listening to anything else too caught up on the fact that Nikki wasn't fucking dead.
"Oh my God." You whispered sitting up on the couch as tears of utter relief trickled down your face. "He's alive?" You double checked.
Vince nodded, "Nikki is alive."
You were on your feet in an instant nearly barrelling your brother over in your haste to put your shoes on.
"Whoa, where are you going?" Vince asked following you towards the front door as you slipped on your boots.
"To find him."
You grabbed your car keys and was out the door before your brother could say anything else. You pushed the speed limit by double as you sped across town to his house which was probably stupid, but in that moment, you were not thinking about anything else other than finding Nikki and making sure he was alive and had gotten home from the hospital.
He had been living in a house at Valley Vista Boulevard in Van Nuys. Doc referred to it as the 'Heroin Den' which you hated with a passion, but it was probably true. It had been years since you were last inside his house. Nikki never invited you over and you knew it had to do with his drug addiction, so you had no idea what to expect when you arrived.
There was a new 10-foot-tall security fence surrounding the house with a steel barred gate at the front. You pressed the button for the intercom, but as suspected there was no answer. Taking a stab in the dark for the pin code, you keyed in 666 and shouldn't have been surprised when it actually worked.
You made a mental note to lecture Nikki on his home security at a later date. Right now, there were more important things to focus on.
You waited impatiently for the steel gate to slide open before you hit the gas and sped up the stupidly long driveway, skidding to a halt in front of the house and rushing to the door.
"Nikki?!" You shouted knocking on the door while frantically pressing the doorbell.
You waited for a moment before knocking again but there was no answer.
Damnit, Nikki.
You tried the door handle, but it was locked.
Typical.
Glancing around the front porch your eyes landed on a large stone gargoyle statue by the door. Nikki used to keep his spare key under a similar gargoyle statue, so you stepped over to it and tried to lift it, but it was made of pure stone. There was no lifting this stupid statue. There was however a small hook behind its head and hanging on the hook was the spare key.
Wow. Nikki really needed to up his security around here.
Snatching the key from the back of the statue, you quickly slotted it into the lock and sighed with relief when the door clicked open. You rushed inside and closed it behind you while scanning the living area.
The house had changed a lot since you were last inside these walls. To say Nikki decked out his house was an understatement. Ralph Lauren, crushed velvet comforters, buried walnut antiques, more gargoyles, Persian carpets... it felt as if you had stepped into the 1800s. Even the gate and fence around the house looked medieval.
It was suiting for Nikki Sixx, and not what you were expecting in the slightest. The only problem was the bassist was nowhere to be seen.
"Sixx? Are you here?" You called out, jogging up the stairs taking two at a time. "Sixx?"
His bedroom door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open cautiously. Clothes and rubbish were scattered over the floor of his room. Empty beer cans and Jack bottles littered his dresser along with empty doggie bags still containing small amounts of white powder.
He wasn't here though.
Where the hell was he?
You vaguely remember him and Tommy telling you once that they both liked to do drugs in their closets. You had found it strange at the time, but they insisted that the small tight spaces made them feel safe because sometimes drugs, especially heroin, made them scared and paranoid.
You turned to the closed door of the bedroom closet and hesitated.
It was more than a closet -it was a safe space, and it was private.
"Sixx?" You tried again, but there was no answer.
Without wasting anymore time, you pulled open the double doors of his closet and your stomach dropped at the sight inside.
Nikki was sprawled out across the floor. A needle still dangled from his arm. The carpet below him was covered with blood. His blood that ran down from the needle point.
He was still wearing his leather pants and no shirt, but his eyes were closed, and his skin was ghostly pale.
"Fuck, Nikki." You hissed, rushing inside trying to ignore all the used needles and drug paraphernalia everywhere as you skidded to your knees beside him.
"Sixx? Hey, hey, can you hear me? Nikki?" You called out, cradling his face in your hands. "C'mon, Sixx. Don't do this to me. Wake up!"
He was smacked out and incoherent, but he was alive.
Nikki was alive.
You reached down and carefully pulled the needle out from his arm and inspected it trying to gauge how much he had taken, but it was impossible to tell. There was still some dark liquid inside the syringe, but you didn't know how much was already in his system.
Should you be calling for an ambulance?
You glanced around the closet not knowing what to do before rushing out his room and into his ensuite turning the shower on cold because that was the only way you knew how to wake someone up.
Dragging Nikki's unconscious body out the closet and across the bedroom was a mission on its own. But you managed to get yourself sitting inside the shower with the bassist held firmly against your chest allowing the cool water to wash over him.
It didn't take long before his eyes snapped open, and he gasped awake. His groggy eyes blinked slowly as if trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened.
You quickly reached up and turned the shower off, your own clothes and hair drenched through and clinging to your body as you shifted him in your lap and cupped his cheek with your hand.
"Hey, are you with me? Nikki?" You asked, caressing his face gently as his drowsy, sunken eyes met yours.
He stared up at you for a moment his brows furrowing as he blinked before the weight of the world crashed into him. The events of everything that had happened flooded over him like waves upon waves beating him down until his blank expression cracked into something utterly broken.
"I-I'm sorry." He said, his rough voice barely above a whisper before tears welled up in his eyes and he cried.
"Shh. It's okay. I got you. It's okay." You soothed, as he curled in on himself in your lap while his body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.
This was a side of Nikki Sixx that you had never seen before. A side nobody had ever seen, and it made your heart shatter seeing him so broken.
You sniffed quietly, tears threatening to spill from your own eyes as you leant down and hugged the bassist in your lap not knowing what else to do except be there for him. Both of you were drench from head to toe and you knew you should get him out of those wet leather pants and into something warmer, but that could wait. Right now, he needed this.
Eventually, you got Nikki out the shower and into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt before helping him into bed. His body was still weak and tired from the drugs. While he slept, you went through his closet, bedroom and entire house, and threw away all the drugs.
You spent hours cleaning. You went through every room, every draw, every cupboard finding all the bindles of coke, pills, booze and syringes, and disposed of the lot. His closet was deep cleaned. The blood and other bodily fluids on the floor cleaned up too. The only things you didn't dispose of were his two guns.
The double-barrel shotgun that had been leaning against the wall of his closet use to belong to his grandfather. It was an old Winchester that dated back to the early 1930s. You knew how valuable it was to Nikki, despite how much you hated him having these weapons when he was drugged out of his mind.
You picked up the 12-gauge carefully and flicked the break action lever cracking the weapon open to find two shells sitting inside.
It was fucking loaded.
Jesus.
You took out the shotgun shells from the barrel and shoved them in your pocket for the time being before stepping out the closet. Nikki was still asleep on the bed, so you walked across his room to the large body mirror on the wall that you knew had a safe built in behind it.
It might have been a while since you were last inside Nikki's house, but some things were still the same. Thankfully.
Grabbing the edge of the mirror you pulled it away from the wall exposing the safe that Nikki had built himself many years ago. You keyed in 666 again because you wouldn't put it past the bassist to use that code for everything, but it didn't work.
You paused staring at the keypad for a moment before trying 1958 and the safe clicked open.
He really shouldn't use his birth year as a safe code. If anyone broke into his house it wouldn't be hard to guess. But, right now, you were glad he did.
After placing the shotgun and two shells inside, you walked over to his bedside table where you had noticed a .357 Magnum was sitting. Pistols were not very familiar to you. Shotguns and rifles were due to the many stupid camping and hunting trips your father would force you and Vince to join him on. So, you knew how to handle those guns, but you didn't know much about pistols.
The Magnum was loaded though, you could see the bullets clearly in the cylinder and had no idea how to eject them. You'd probably be able to work it out but knew better than to fiddle with a loaded weapon. So, you carefully picked it up by the grip and ensured to keep you finger away from the trigger before putting it inside the safe and locking it shut.
Once you were sure there was not a single doggie bag or used needle left in the premises, you switched out your own wet clothes and slipped on one of Nikki's oversized shirts to wear as a dress while you put your drenched clothes into the dryer downstairs.
Upon returning to his bedroom, Nikki was still fast asleep under the blankets. He looked peaceful and younger while asleep, his features more relaxed and at ease, but his skin was still a little pale. While watching the bassist sleep, you noticed a small leather-bound notebook half hidden under the bed.
Curiosity got the better of you and you quietly walked over to the bed and picked it up.
It was an old book. The leather faded and edges torn. It wasn't uncommon for Nikki to walk around with a notepad and pen. He was constantly writing down words and sentences that he would later turn into lifechanging lyrics.
Figuring this was one of his song writing books, you opened to the first page and began to read.
'December 25th 1986
Van Nuys, 7:30pm
I guess I've decided to start another diary this time for a few different reasons...
1. I have no friends left
2. So I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
3. So if I die, at least I have a paper trail of my life (nice lil suicide note).
Merry Christmas... it's just you and me, diary.
Welcome to my life.'
Your jaw dropped as you read over the word's realisation hitting you hard. This was Nikki's diary. Nikki Sixx had a diary.
Your eyes shifted from the paper to find the bassist still asleep in bed before you looked back down at the diary in your hands feeling as if you were holding Nikki's entire life in your fingers. Perhaps you kind of were.
Diaries were not meant to be read by other people. They were private. And the fact that Nikki had this hidden under his bed was enough evidence to prove that he did not want anybody ever finding this. You should put it back and pretend it didn't exist. That would be the right thing to do.
But Nikki had just overdosed yesterday. Did he write in his diary yesterday? Has he written in it since being back home from the hospital?
"You're going to hell, Y/N." You whispered to yourself before sitting down on the carpet beside Nikki's bed and flicking through the pages.
You skim read paragraphs here and there before skipping towards the back of the diary and stopped when you reached December of this year, 1987.
You glanced back up at Nikki on the bed. He was still out cold. Guilt swelled in your stomach at what you were about to do, but it wasn't enough to stop you before you began to read through his entries needing to know what happened that resulted in Nikki nearly dying.
'December 16th 1987
Hotel, Tokyo, 2pm
Lately I've been slipping deeper into thoughts of... why? I don't know why, I am just slipping deeper. Some days I don't know how much longer I can hold on, or why I would even want to.
You'd think I'd be excited about selling out three nights at the Budokan but I'm rotting inside and all I smell is my putrid past... it haunts me. Maybe to you it would seem like a surface burn but the pain is too deep for surgery.
P.S. I'm so lonely I nearly called Y/N to my hotel room but that wouldn't have been good for either of us. She's still in pain. I see it in her eyes every day. She's drinking more too, but I haven't said anything. That'd be the pot calling the fucking kettle black, right? I wanted to call her into my room though... it must have been the cocaine I got from the Yakuza.'
This was not what you had been expecting to find inside Nikki Sixx's diary, although you weren't exactly sure what you had been expecting in the first place. Maybe some drunken ramblings or dirt on the other bandmembers, but not these soul wrenching words of truth.
Nikki had noticed your drinking. That wasn’t good. Were you really that bad at hiding your feelings?
'December 17th 1987
Hotel, Tokyo, noon
I know I'm dying from depression. I feel like a lost soul... like the only person left on Earth.
If I died, would anybody cry? It seems to me by putting myself out of my misery I'd be killing two birds with one stone.'
'December 18th 1987
10pm
Just got offstage. Last show of the year. I don't wanna be on the road and I don't wanna go home. If I go home I'll get strung out again.'
Fuck.
Nikki knew. He fucking knew coming home to this house by himself would end badly.
Tears burned in your eyes as you read Nikki's scribbled writing. You knew Nikki was struggling, but you never realised the full extent of it.
'December 21st 1987
Hotel, Hong Kong, 7pm
I'm alone. It's not nice...
Waves of depression come over me, then anger, then disinterest. I'm already drunk, I guess, if half a bottle of Jack is drunk. I actually don't feel anything, but maybe that's just me.'
'December 23rd 1987
Van Nuys, 9:30am
Unravelling, unsure, underdetermined, unnecessary... this is what my life has boiled down to.
I either have to stop or die... I can't straddle this fence any longer. I have taken into my lungs the longest breath of hell and I'm still here.'
The pages were blank after that.
That was the last thing Nikki wrote before overdosing on heroin.
You hadn't realised you were crying until a couple tears splattered onto the paper smudging the ink in two small circles. You quickly closed the diary not wanting to ruin the page before tucking the leather notebook back under the bed where you had found it and looked back up at the bassists sleeping body through teary eyes.
Nikki was practically screaming for help in these diary entries, but nobody knew. Sure, you noticed his addiction getting worse and had even called him out on it, but you didn't know how bad it had gotten.
Why didn't he come to you? You could have helped him. You could have been there for him...
Fresh tears began to spill from your eyes, so you went to the bathroom where Nikki wouldn't be able to hear you cry if he woke up. You sat on the edge of the bathtub leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you sucked in a few deep shaky breaths.
Tears streamed down your face like a river of sadness as you thought about all the pain Nikki had been silently battling with. You continued to cry, and each stifled sob echoed the loud, resounding ache in your heart.
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y’know i know a lot of people talk about how they love shane and seb because they’re the damaged men in the game, and like same 100%, but i also see a lot of people kinda dismiss sam as a golden retriever, positive, happy character. but if you really think about it, sam fits into the same category as seb and shane too. like:
1. his mother expresses multiple times to the farmer that although she loves her children, she very much longs to have a life where she doesn’t have to constantly worry about kids. in a way a part of her deep down wishes that sam and vincent didn’t really exist and it tears her apart and vincent isn’t necessarily old enough to grasp the concept, but sam is and you know he notices it. this is the woman who raised him and (i at least headcanon him) as someone who is very observant. he definitely notices these behaviors coming from her. and idk about you, but having an inkling that your mother is unhappy with her life in any capacity would really screw me up personally.
2. his father went to WAR. like fully went to war and i’m thinking he was in the army for 2 and a half years at least because he has a corporal badge (even though it’s upside down) but that means that he was away for bootcamp, then deployed, and if sam is around what? like 19? 20? that means that he became the “man of the household” at 17 or 18. Because I personally believe Kent was away for three to three and a half years. Bootcamp for about 10 weeks, straight to a base for more training, and it seems as though the active war made it so he got deployed into action fairly quickly. So, not only did Sam have an absence where his father should have been during the years he became a young adult, but he has to adjust to his father coming back and struggling with PTSD and quite honestly being shellshocked. (i also believe kent was honorably discharged, meaning something bad happened to him in the war. perhaps it was the same event where he lost many of his friends, but i fully believe the war is still ongoing even when kent returns to the valley considering the traveling merchant is still smuggling things into the town.) all the memories he had of kent are just memories now because his father will never be the same as he was before. And sam KNOWS that! even vince notices it!
3. he’s literally a rebellious skater kid, one of his heart events is him getting in trouble WITH THE MAYOR because he’s skating where he’s not supposed to, AND he purposely tries to sabotage the soup for the potluck and leads in community service hours. he’s a teenage dirtbag baby! a misunderstood edgy kid who acts out because he doesn't know how to express his feelings! and on top of that, with his adhd he’s even more misunderstood and people don’t take him seriously at all. he gets scolded for things that he seemingly just can’t help all the time and that just hurts him and makes him act out even more.
4. sam is also a damaged individual - he’s just better at masking it. seb embraces the darkness and accepts that he is an outcast and doesn’t try to hide the fact he is. shane struggles with addiction and depression publicly and it’s not negative necessarily, but he can’t hide it from anyone. sam has a warped idea that he cannot show his ailments, physical or mental because he needs to be strong for his little brother and give an example of what he believes a man should be (and because of the patriarchal society he lives in he doesn’t know that he can be vulnerable because no one told him because the man who would have been able to explain that to him during the years he really needed to hear it wasn’t there). i fear he suffers a bit from toxic positivity and desperately tries to rely on hobbies to distract him from his reality.
long story short, sam is not just a silly guy, he has depth. i mean come on, he's best friends with sebastian for a reason! they’re similar in ways! he just doesn’t know how to talk about or express it. all this to say, sam is an interesting and deep character that shouldn’t be written off immediately by people.
sam supremacy! lmao
#stardew valley#stardew#stardew valley sam#stardew sam#stardew headcanon#stardew valley headcanon#woke up and thought i'd advocate for samson today#cause i love that guy#sdv sam#sdv
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yo dude i know you just worked your ass off on that vince fic (i can tell bro bc holy shit, like i genuinely think thats my new favorite all time fic i'll go back to for years to come), but rn im just so 🤩🤩 rn with the idea of the football boys playing a game, like maybe a little for-fun game of football, maybe they go to a recreational basketball/baseball field to play a little game that isnt football in their freetime, and someone gets hurt or sumn? damn idk what it is with me and suggesting seeing these boys hurt but GODDDD ITS SO 🤩🤩🤩🤩 (also probably vince wouldnt be the hurt one, as he just got absolutely smushed. he may not even be in said setting bc he's still having to not do anything due to the last fic, if everything is in chronological order)(IH MY GOD WHAT IF VINCE WAS STAYING WITH JONAH AND LEO AND LEO WAS OUT PLAYING THE GAME WITH THEM AND COMES HOME HURT AND THE TWO ARE LIKE "damn not you too")(if you decide to go thru with this ask, please dont feel rushed bc i dont want you to get burnt out yk? take your time 💪💪💪)
"Finally, I see the sun," Vince groaned, causing Leo to roll his eyes.
"It's been literally ten days, you drama queen," he said, removing his baseball cap and pushing his hair back, away from his sweaty forehead, then planting the cap back down, this time facing back.
"Ten days of captivity," Vince said, dramatically rubbing his good hand over his face, "is good to be out of jail."
"I'd like to think my food is a little better than jail's," Leo scoffed, turning around and walking backwards towards the field, "are you sure you wanna stay and watch? Doesn't sound very fun to me."
"I was going stir crazy in that apartment," Vince winced as the limping pulled on his wounded side. He was definitely dosed up on painkillers, but there was still a dull throbbing on his side that the drugs couldn't chase, made worse by all the hopping around, "even sitting and watching you guys play is better fun than watching another episode Rachel's bad romantic decisions."
Leo grinned, turning around so he could run ahead and join the remaining guys on the field and Vince took his time limping towards the bleachers. His shirt was covered in sweat by the time he sat down.
He didn't know all the players. Leo, yes, Spencer and Mikey from the team too. The other people he didn't know, it seemed they were an weird rag tag team of people's various acquaintances. By the way Leo waved to some of them, he guessed they were colleagues from the law firm.
It didn't matter, Vince was just overjoyed to be out of the fancy apartment and smelling freshly cut grass, with the sun shining down on him. He had not been made to sit around, there was too much energy running through him during all hours of the day and the worst part of this whole accident had been no longer being able to hit the gym or the field or, hell, he'd even take Wendy's hot yoga classes at this point.
"Hey!" Luke's voice startled Vince and he turned on the hot stone bleachers in order to see him. Luke jogged closer, "good to see you out of bed."
"You have no idea," Vin nodded, studying his best friend, "you good? Bella said the bug was brutal."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Luke had a huge smile on, much like Vince he hated lying about, although he looked a little paler than normal and his voice was scratchy, "wish us luck."
"Make them cry, captain" Vince teased, raising both thumbs up, his left one cradled in his chest since his arm was still resting on the sling.
Lucas tipped his baseball cap in a cowboy-esque way, "you got it, man."
They were playing baseball and Vince didn't much care for it. It was much too american for him, aside from football he had always been more fond of soccer, something he had in common with Jonah. In fact, Jon had proved to be a bit of a soccer addict, Vince had found in the past week living with him and Leo. He knew all the leagues, yelled at the TV and got sullen when his team lost. It was quite amusing to Vin that, for once, he wasn't the one with the blood pressure skyrocketing through the roof.
He leaned back lazily, barely paying attention to the game, enjoying the warmth. Now that he was sitting down for a bit, the ribs' aching had quieted down.
For the next two hours he watched his friends sprint across the field, shouting at each other, ignoring the yelling from the opposite team. Vince blamed it on the drugs and the sun scorching down, but he was feeling sleepy in no time. He cursed at it, it was such a bummer that everyone else was right and he needed to rest, when all he did was rest now.
"Time!" he heard Lucas say, voice booming. He had that characteristic about him, where he could speak loudly and be heard by everyone without looking like he was screaming.
The group dispersed and Luke jogged back to where Vince was sitting, Leo close behind him.
"Are we winning, son?" Vince teased, causing Lucas to chuckle and shove his knee.
"Didn't make 'em cry, yet, but we're winning," he said, competitiveness rolling off of him. He glanced past his shoulder and frowned, "why are you pouting?"
Vince looked away from Luke, to Leo, and raised his eyebrows. As Lucas said, the blonde had a big frown on and he was squinting at the grass. He angrily rubbed at his forehead, "I don't... I don't feel so good."
"Shit, LU-" Vince shouted, using his good hand to shove Lucas' arm, who leaped forward just in time to catch Leo as his knees gave up.
"What the fuck?!" Luke squealed, his voice breaking. He grabbed Leo by the armpits, manhandling him to sit on the edge of the bleacher's step, "Leo? Leo, c'mon, open your eyes-"
"Not fainting," Leo slurred, pushing Lucas' frantic hands away from his face, "nauseous."
Vince grimaced as he scooted closer, having to prop all his body weight on his right arm in order to lower himself to the step under his, where Leo was sitting. He grabbed Leo's shoulder and then moved his hand up to his neck and cheeks. Despite the fact his cheeks were blazing red and his hair still damp with sweat, his cheeks were dry and his skin felt cold, "oh kid," Vince sighed, "I think you got heatstroke."
Lucas, still looking nervous, cupped Leo's face too, hunching on himself to look him in the face, "aww, why didn't you say anything?" he asked.
Vince watched as Leo's throat bobbed dangerously and he glanced at Luke, "I think you better move..."
He barely had time to say this and Leo was folding in half, vomit jetting out of his mouth and covering the grass under them. Lucas jumped out of the way just in time, but not quick enough to avoid getting the tip of his sneakers covered in orange sick.
"Shit, Leo..." Vince sighed, holding on the back of his friend's muscle shirt, "okay, get it up, you'll feel better in a bit... Luke, can you drive us back...?" Vince voice trailed off as he realized that Lucas had a hand holding Leo's shoulder, but the other one was firmly pressed to his mouth, eyes shut, face pale, "uh... Luke?"
"Sorry-" he said in a muffle manner, then let go of Leo and staggered away from them, bracing against his knees and retching.
Leo groaned, almost falling off since Luke had let go of his arm and Vince squeezed his shirt a little tighter, "don't worry about him, he's fine..." he said, while Leo coughed up another round of brown liquid, "you're fine, right?!" Vince said a little louder and Luke raised a hand, thumb up, while still gagging mercilessly.
Leo spat, then leaned back and almost fell, his head meeting Vince's wounded shoulder and causing him to bite down a scream. He breathed through the pain, as the poor man groaned and leaned his head against his bicep.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I just-"
"It's okay, you can't help it," Vince said, voice strained, "we're going home, just- Here," he winced, reaching back to where he had been sitting and grabbing a water bottle, "take some sips."
"Won't stay down-" Leo groaned, taking the lukewarm bottle and then looking up as Lucas' heaved again, this time managing to bring up a pathetic amount of puke, "is he okay?"
"He's fine," Vince said, rolling his eyes, "drink your water."
Ahead of them Lucas straightened up, belching deeply into his fist and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, walking back to them, "sorry..."
"Since when you get sympathy sick?" Vince asked, while Leo took the smallest sip of water, gagging around the bottle's finish.
"I guess I'm not feeling a hundred percent still," Lucas' cheeks turned pink and he rubbed at his chest, "I'm better now, don't worry."
"Not worried," Vince lied, while Leo let out a moan again, hugging his stomach.
"This is awful, I feel really dizzy..."
"You just need to lie down in a cool place, get some electrolytes in you," Vin rubbed his nape, then glanced at Lucas, "can you drive?"
"Yeah, of course," the brunette nodded, although Vince wasn't feeling very reassured by how milky white Lucas looked. Sadly, there was no other option.
"C'mere," Lucas said, carefully side stepping the puddle on the ground and looping an arm around Leo's waist, "lean on me."
"I'm sorry I made you sick..."
"That was on me," Luke waved him off and Vince gestured for them to go ahead, since getting himself out of the bleachers was a struggle on its own.
By the time he reached them, Leo was sitting inside Luke's car, with the a/c blasting, while Luke was leaning outside of it, an arm wrapped around his stomach.
"I'm fine," Luke said preemptively, "I should've listened to Bell," he let out a sick burp, spat on the gravel and kicked the little rocks to cover up the mess, "really, stop looking at me like that."
"I'm just worried," Vince shrugged, or tried to, only to hiss as it pulled on his shoulder and ribs, "I can call Wendy if you can't drive. She's got the day off..."
'I can drive," Luke shook his head, "I just overdid it with all the running around and the mess..." he gagged fruitlessly against his hand, "I'm good."
"Clearly," Vince agreed sarcastically, then limped to the backseat.
Leo was slumped on the passenger seat, head leaning back, taking some deep, measured breaths.
"Hey, kid," Vin reached in and squeezed his arm, "just hang in there, this is going to pass soon."
Leo nodded, but he still looked dangerously pale, lips pressed in one thin line.
The drive was uneventful, Vince glancing nervously from Leo to Lucas and wondering how their evening had downgraded so quickly. Just as they got close, Leo suddenly hiccupped, slapping a hand over his mouth as a burp slipped out and with the other one he pushed Lucas' thigh "pull over-" his voice was muffled, punctuated by another belch at the end and Luke cringed, turning on the sign and pulling to the side of the road.
At least it was an uneventful Saturday, so the street was almost empty. Leo pushed the door, but didn't even have time to get out. He stuck his head out and coughed up another stream, letting out a whimper.
"Aw, kiddo..." Vince sighed, shoving himself in the space between the driver's seat and passenger one, so he could grab the back of Leo's pants and keep him sitting down. Lucas was no help, despite the guilty expression he had on, he had pressed his forehead to the steering wheel and was gulping nervously.
"It hurts..." Leo groaned, coughing and panting, "my head hurts so much."
"I know, I'm sorry," Vince said unhelpfully, rubbing his back, "get it up, Leo..."
He heard another pitiful whine and then more hurling, followed by a sigh, "I think... I think I'm done."
Or empty, Vince thought, keeping his hand on Leo's back. He glanced at Lucas and cringed. His friend's face was firmly in the gray territory, jaw clenched.
"Take a deep breath, I bet the carsickness isn't helping your situation," Vince said, squeezing Leo's bicep and fighting the anxiety inside of him. He hated not being able to help. He should be the one driving.
"I'm good," Leo slammed the door shut, "I just wanna get home."
"Just a couple minutes," Luke mumbled, his voice all thick and weird, "sorry, I-"
"It's okay, Luke," Leo said tiredly, "Jon gets sympathy sick too, I get it..." he rubbed at his forehead, "just drive, please?"
Once they finally arrived, without another incident, Vince almost groaned as he realized now there was twice as much walking around to be done. He sucked it up, carefully stepping out of the car and offering his good arm for Leo.
"Lean on me, kid," then to Lucas, who was just stepping out of the car, "no. You're not coming in, you're going straight home. Shooo."
"How do you intent on looking after him...?" Luke frowned, despite the pained lines on his face, "Vin, I can-"
"I'm fine," Leo groaned and while Vince could feel his grip was a little too tight for someone who was fine, he knew Lucas wasn't going to be any help, "go home, Luke. I'll text you later."
"...Promise?" Lucas glanced between the two of them, torn between wanting to help and feeling too sick.
"Yeah, we're fine," Vince nodded, ignoring the throbbing on his side, "go home. C'mon, Leo..."
The blonde waved one last goodbye to Luke, then slumped against Vince. Vin could tell he was trying to be mindful not to rest his full body weight on him, but he was doing a poor job of it. He bit down a groan, wrapping his good arm around Leo's waist and resting his back against the inside of the elevator.
"Shitty day," he groaned, causing the blonde to let out a tired chuckle.
"That seems to be a pattern lately," he mumbled, face pressed to Vince's bicep, "it's not as bad as it was out there."
"Good, you just need to rest a bit," Vin reassured him, breathing deeply through his mouth as pain spread all the way up his shoulder. They all but stumbled inside the house and Leo headed straight for the couch, while Vince braced against the desk near the front door and took deep, measured breaths.
"Vin? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he lied, wiping the sweat from his upper lip, "probably just due my meds... Sit down and turn up the A/C, I'm gonna get you some water."
He didn't dare walking all the way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Instead Vince filled up Leo's gym bottle with cold water and then wet a dishcloth, deciding he'd rather face Jon's judgment than to walk all that distance. He limped back to the couch and met Leo's worried gaze, "I'm fine," Vince said, handing him the bottle and sitting down too, "here, lie down."
"You don't look very fine," Leo grumbled, but he was too lethargic to do anything about it. He took a gulp of the cold water and let out a relieved sigh when he rested his head on Vin's lap and the cold dishcloth met his forehead, "this feels much better."
"Uhm," Vince smiled, moving on the couch so he could put his feet up the coffee table. His sprained left foot was killing him, "c'mere, kid."
Easy like that, all the times he had done this to his own sisters came rushing back and he found himself playing with Leo's hair, combing the blonde strands and scratching at the scalp, "you're due a haircut," Vince mumbled, eyes slipping closed as he felt Leo relax against him.
"Jon says longer is hotter," he said quietly, "I've always wanted this, you know?"
"...What?" Vince frowned, opening his eyes and glancing down. Leo seemed almost asleep, the stress taking it's toll on him, "Leo?"
"Family," Leo sighed, cuddling closer and moving the wet cloth to cover his eyes, "it's almost weird to have it."
"Oh..." Vince's heart dropped and he squeezed the blonde's shoulder, fighting a smile, "well... Get used to it, Leo. This is your life now."
#mywriting#sickfic#heatstroke#emeto#sympathy sickness#leo wagner#lucas atwood#the fic in which Vin is like okay this is my brother now period - like legally i'm adopting him
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Second nsft crue!slash fic finished for my moot @crueclown22 , hope you like this :)
Nikki sits on the porch at their residence in Moscow gazing up at the bright stars in the sky. The band were all living together again (this time with the added addition of Mick) to record their new album Dr. Feelgood.
The agreement had been that they all stay together, they all work together and that they all, and this was the most important one, stay sober together.
So far it hasn't been…a fantastic system. It turns out living with a group of recovering addicts while you yourself are a recovering addict isn't all that glamorous. Everybody is annoyed and pent up as not only do they not have drugs or alcohol but they didn't have the normal flow of chicks out here in the middle of nowhere like they were used to having.
But while everyone was a little bit bent out of shape about the new arrangement, their music was now at the forefront of their minds and so it was all about making every song as good as it could be without cutting any corners. So they started taking out all their anger and frustration on their instruments and so far it has been working wonders.
Until it didn't.
Or at least until it didn't for one of them. Vince was having a particularly hard time dealing with being sober, even though technically he should have been sober longer then any of them, as the court mandated that he be sober for his probation but obviously that didn't happen and music just wasn't scratching that itch anymore.
So naturally he started sneaking out, somehow got a taxi or a lift of some kind to show up for him every night in the middle of nowhere to take him out to drink.
Nikki found this out from Tommy who had gone with him one night and Tommy being the honest guy he pretends to be, told Nikki this out of sheer guilt for his actions and how hard him and Mick had been working while him and Vince took the cheaters way out and he felt very sorry and ratted out their singer.
Nikki thanks Tommy for telling him and assured him it was okay and that all was forgiven and that everybody falls off the wagon every now and then but that the important part was that he got back on. Tommy seemed relieved and left Nikki to go to bed. Nikki on the other hand skipped the notion of going to bed and instead sat down in one of the porch chairs and waited for their singer to come back to the house.
He waits a few hours, and it's a productive time for his lyrics as he jots down quite a few that he wants to bring up in the next session that he thinks could be massive chart successes.On the fourth hour a car pulls into the driveway as subtly as possible and Nikki sets his pen and notebook asside and goes to stand at the top of the porch steps with crossed arms and a practiced calm glare welded to his face.
Low and behold, Vince stumbles out of the car, he doesn't seem intoxicated though, but he assumes that's part of Vince's cleverly crafted plan, he drinks for a few hours at a bar somewhere, sobers up quickly through misterious means then comes home and acts as if he's been there the whole time, aswell as completely sober this entire time.
Nikki grits his teeth in anger but he bites back any actual words of hate to come. He wants the car to drive away first before he actually starts saying anything to Vince, so that he can't run away.
Vince walks all the way up to the bottom of the steps, looking and waving the car away ,before he actually sees Nikki standing atop the stairs, he freezes at first like a deer caught in headlights ,but just for a second before he smiles at Nikki all friendly like, like he hadn't just been caught red handed and as far as he knew he hadn't been caught fully red handed yet. He had no idea how much Nikki knew yet.
“Hey man, morning” Vince said jovially as he made his way up the stairs. Nikki merely glares him down.
“Are we a joke to you?” Nikki asks, seriously.
These words let Vince know the jig is up and so his fake happiness quickly falls away to defensivness.
“Who told you then?” Vince asks in a deadpan voice as he gets to the top of the stairs and walks past Nikki into the house. Nikki follows.
“Who told me isn't important” Nikki says and he's about to continue when he's rudely interrupted.
“So it was Tommy, I'm gonna kill that little bastard when I get my hands on him.” Vince grumbles as he takes off his shoes and throws them in the corner with all the other guys shoes.
Vince's sentence implies that somebody else other then Tommy knew about the sneaking out, he makes a mental note to ask around later.
“No you're not” Nikki says not caring to keep his voice down. Nikki steps infront of Vince, blocking him in his attempted stride to his room and towers over him menacingly.
“All you’re going to do is apologize to the band at practice today, especially Tommy since your the one who enabled that kind of behaviour again and you're never going to do it again, got that?” Nikki's tone is still relatively calm, but underneath he's attempting to calm a sea of rage at Vince's bratty little attitude.
It seems like he was forgetting who was in charge here and if he kept this behaviour going Nikki was just going to have to remind his singer who he answered to around here.
Vince laughed sarcastically as he tried side step Nikki and when he couldn't he headed into the kitchen instead which was open and right next to the living room, so that everybody who entered the living room could also see everything that was happening in the kitchen.
“And why would I do that, you're not the fucking boss of me, I'm here now and not drunk isn't that enough-”
Vince is then slammed into the kitchen counter with his back facing the aggressor and his front facing the stairwell pressed against the table, caged in by two strong tattooed arms. Vince shivers when Nikki's voice comes out as a gentle breath on his neck, like a spider was crawling on him.
“Don't you dare talk to me like that bitch” Nikki hisses against Vince's earlobe making him shutter again and his eyes widen in fear.
When the initial shock wears off Vince's panic revs up into anger.
“Let me go!” Vince says trying to squeeze out from under Nikki.
Vince then freezes up again when he feels Nikki start to grope him through his pants. Suddenly the fight leaves his body and he slowly melts in Nikki's hands.
Fuck, it's been far too long since anybodies touched him like this. Vince feels his eye lids droop with hazy lust. He bites his lip and adjusts his position between Nikki and the counter as much as he can until it's comfortable enough for him to lean against the table and for Nikki's hand to more accurately reach his dick.
Nikki chuckles in his ear darkly.
“I've barely touched you and already you've given up the fight, and you say I don't own you” Nikki purrs.
Vince growls but can't think of anything smart to say back so he just leans into Nikki's hand that's getting more insistent by the minute it would seem.
Vince whines softly as Nikki's hand teasingly peels away the waistband of his jeans and let's it hover over Vince's happy trail. Nikki laughs sadistically.
It seems like Vince isn't the only one with an old bad habit to kill.
“Touch me already” Vince demands breathlessly, already rock hard from just a minute of fondling,his eyes glued to where Nikki's hand disappeared below his waistline.
“Didn't hear a please there baby boy” Nikki teases, touching Vince's thighs and playing with his pubic hair and literally everywhere else except where he wanted Nikki to touch him.
Vince growls again but this time around it comes out far needier and between clenched teeth. Vince is so tempted to just spit in Nikki's face and save his pride and say nothing.
But he's far too horny to care about saving face right now, all that his brain wants from him now is to acquire an orgasm then fall asleep for the rest of time and hopefully wake up to this whole situation just being a dream.
“Please..” Vince says almost inaudibly, shutting his eyes in shame.
“What was that? You gotta speak up baby” Nikki says, a single finger of Nikki's lightly brushing the tip of his shaft.
“Please!” Vince breaks, he needed this and he'd do whatever it took to get it. Nikki smirked against his neck in satisfaction and finally retracted his hand, spat on it then took Vince's cock from his pants and wrapped his warm palm around Vince's cock.
Vince moans loudly, his back sinking into Nikki's chest. He's so glad that his previous lays can't see him now, broken down and moaning like a porn star over a simple shoddy handjob.
Nikki picks up the pace slightly and Vince embarrassingly enough feels himself getting close.
“Fuck, please Nikki just a little more!” Vince can't keep his own volume at bay that's how absolutely devastated and debauched he is in the moment and the way Nikki's grinding on his ass, actually makes the experience a lot better.
Just before he can cum Nikki stops, and Vince almost blows a fucking gasket. He kicks one of Nikki's legs in pure rage.
“Fucking finish me off already, please!!” Vince spits out, too far gone to care.
“Aww I'm sorry baby, I'll let you cum..as soon as you promise to apologize to everyone today. And you call me your master.” Nikki says with a fake sweet tone.
Vince knows that as soon as he cums he'll regret making this trade and he might just never recover from this loss, ego wise and Nikki would have control over him in a way he could never get back…but if he didn't cum right now he might just go into cardiac arrest.
“I promise I'll apologize…master” Vince breathes out and apparently that enough for Nikki as he strokes Vince tighter and faster then before and even twists his hand at the upstroke to make the orgasm even better.
“Ah!!!!” Vince moans as Nikki milks him for all he's worth.
When Vince finally comes down he pants heavily and crumbles in Nikki's arms, Nikki also pants but not as harshly as Vince does and they just stay like that for a while.
Nikki retracts his hand from Vince's pants letting Vince see his jizz covered hand in all its glory as it dripped from his palm onto the surface of the counter.
“I'm so glad we could come to an agreement” Nikki says cheekily.
“What the fuck is going on down her- Jesus wept!!” Nikki and Vince both snap their heads up to the staircase in terror, where Mick was currently coming down into the kitchen, but seemed to be on a fast track back upstairs again.
Nikki opens his mouth to try and fumble out an explanation but Mick stops him.
“I don't wanna know, but I am never eating off that fucking counter again!” Mick says storming off upstairs again.
Nikki and Vince are still for a while.
“.... See, you going out drinking causes a lot of tension.” Nikki says, trying to pin the whole situation on Vince.
Vince just steps on Nikki's toe with the back of his sharp heel and let's a satisfied smile grace his lips when he hears a crack
#my fic#crue!slash#vinikki#nsft#i can never tell if Nikki and vince love each other in a relationship or hate each other#also i change povs halfway through i hope that doesn't feel super cluncky#im tired now#but lowkey proud of this so yay :)
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what is fucking wild about going to my aunts place is one: thick Chicago accents that get thicker as you go, I have not heard the letter T in 3 hours
two: former addicts just rolling up for a drink/smoke (all great people but somehow worse (?) than the other addicts not present?)
three: deb (6ft 2in, hair like Madonna, carded me at the local/family dive because she wanted to fuck with me) saying “billy if you have more than one drink, I’ll knock you the fuck out. I love you. but don’t fuck with me.”
four: her husband Vince: “it’s fine it’s a rum and coke”
five: the rum and coke is 32oz
#truly south side Chicago shit you cannot get anywhere else#billy is great he gave us the scoop on the guys doing meth next door#after every drink my aunt is like ‘BILLY IF YOU FUCK THIS UP YOURE OUT’#but it’s like#idk an inside joke#he’s feeding peanut butter to the dogs#thoughts? thoughts
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DONOVAN MERCER — ABRIDGED.
welcome to marina, DONOVAN 'DUCKY' MERCER ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY NINE year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for THREE MONTHS and works as a DRUG DEALER. everyone says they look a lot like NICK ROBINSON. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.
MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, INJURY, DRUGS, AND ADDICTION.
profile.
full name: donovan 'ducky' mercer.
birthday: march 15th, 1994.
astrology: pisces sun, aries moon, sagittarius ascending.
sexuality: bisexual (deeply repressed).
currently listening to: bound to the floor by local h.
last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]
PINTEREST.
brief history.
born in nyc to the righthand man of a known mob leader, younger brother to ezra mercer. his mother ran only hours after he was born, name a rushed thought - left him in this environment.
child abuse; it was fucking brutal growing up, flung into the family business as a child - expected to uphold what it meant to be a mercer. learned quick to not question their father, or to talk back - or to really talk at all. he was the stupid one - the soft one, the one who didn't know his place, who cried until he learned to never cry again.
it didn't stop him dreaming as a kid - of somewhere greater than the life he'd been forced to deal with. had an obsession with outer space - but all his attempts to learn more were squandered. stomped down.
child abuse / injury; tried to run away when he was fifteen, but only made it so far. earned a new scar that day - one spiraling diagonally across his face, accompanied by his first, and only, nickname - ducky - due to the puckering of the wound curling around his lip.
after that, ducky stopped fighting. stopped dreaming. just kept his head down and did whatever their father asked. trailed behind mercy, doing whatever he needed to do, going wherever they needed to go, dropping out of high school to pursue the business.
drugs; that's how they wound up in marina island, their father and his boss wanting to extend the business further. mercy's really the one in charge - ducky just has to not fuck it up. he deals mostly the lesser drugs, the party favors - easy shit. he doesn't think mercy trusts him with anything else.
facts & temperaments.
comes off as very intimidating because of the whole like. scar face, thing, and his overall demeanor which is terrible posture and a non-suspicious hoodie at all times. it takes at least five minutes of mumbled conversation before realizing that ducky's not that bad. just incredibly awkward.
injury; is partially blind in one of his eyes from their injury - their cornea is all scarred up, but they don't really tell anyone about it.
extremely guarded, doesn't know how to have friends or how to handle them. prefers not to, because that's a point of weakness that could be used against him. tries to keep a distance towards everyone, even if they're on a secluded island away from lars and vince.
is terrified everyday. just fucking scared of most things and people. tries not to look or act that way though. cannot handle gore or violence, it makes him like, literally physically ill. he hates it. can't watch horror movies, or thrillers, or most action movies tbh.
despite that - is prone to getting into fights when provoked. hates that he gets angry so quick, when he's usually so quiet and reserved - but that's the mercer blood for you.
knows that mercy loves him even if he's a cunt about it. that's just how they are towards each other. their affection is just violence and takeout.
still super into the stars and the moon and outer space. could go on a rant about random facts that honestly any fifth grader would know, but gets embarrassed if he gets caught rambling.
commits small acts of kindness when nobody is looking. like holding doors open, paying for old peoples' meals, picking up litter next to a trash can. wants so desperately to be a good person, but knows that he inherently isnt.
lies about how much he sleeps around. look at him. he's too awkward to get laid and too heavily repressed in his sexuality to do shit with anyone. doesn't even know what flirting looks like honestly. but he'll lie and be like yeah. i get um. laid. i get women. hookups are far and few between.
addiction; has a xanax problem but it keeps him mellowed out and ducky prefers the like. emotional numbness than experiencing actual feelings so. :/
#marina:intro#child abuse tw#injury tw#drugs tw#addiction tw#––– ❛ donovan mercer 【 you bleed just like you puke / about. 】
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BELOW THE CUT ARE THE ACCEPTANCE NOTES REGARDING THE ROLES OF BLADEBENDER, TRIDENT, SEW, SILHOUETTE, AND FEARMONGER.
Congratulations Liv, you have been accepted to play the role of Bladebender.
Daddy Issues The App™ and I for one could not be more pleased about it. I am so enthralled by how you explored the relationship between Bladebender, his late leader, and the role of leadership itself. I felt like you did an amazing job of capturing the righteousness and angst of the skeleton and filling it out with a complex backstory and deep psychology. Quinn feels like an homage to many classic figures and that makes me so excited to see how we can play around with the archetype of the classic hero. Of course, I, Admin Rigby, am selfishly happy to see this character brought to life by such a skilled writer, but I speak on behalf of the whole to to say we’re all so glad to have you!
Congratulations Milan, you have been accepted to play the role of Trident.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m a complete sucker for a funny app and this app made me smile so much. Vince is just overflowing with personality and I think it’ll serve as a really good contrast to the rest of the Oculus Academy who (with the exception of Blitzbang) tend to be a more repressed crowd. I’m also very excited to explore the potential of Vince’s disloyalty to the team and his admiration of The Enigmas. The idea of someone being chosen by the ‘wrong’ leader is very intriguing to me as we begin to dive into what makes these groups and their members tick. Also I would die for the raccoon and I expect them to be present in the rp. Most iconic duo of 2022.
Congratulations Katie, you have been accepted to play the role of Sew. (With a FC of Imogen Poots)
There's a lot to love about this app, but the thing that immediately struck me is the really interesting take you had on Reap and Sew's relationship, going beyond platonic, beyond romantic, and into something rooted soul deep. I think the twist you came up with about Sew's blood being able to heal other people adds a whole new dimension to her power and her character in a really great way, and her desperation to be accepted fully into the group while being held on the outskirts was heartbreaking! Given how she's grown as a person since her retirement, it'll be fascinating to see how she's going to reconnect with her old teammates
Congratulations Colleen, you have been accepted to play the role of Silhouette.
The thing that really jumped out to me about this app was the delightful amount of detail you put into how Raine's power affects them psychologically, and I loved it so much. Her journey from repressing their feelings to better use their power, to finding a form of addiction to the numbness of his power, to the dysphoria of their real body, it all beautifully parallels their emotional and psychological journey over time. As one of my fellow admins said: reading this app was gripping. (Also, coming from admin Roz: I'm just so pleased to see an agender they/she/he character, that's cool as hell!)
Congratulations Ori, you have been accepted to play the role of Fearmonger.
Ori, it is such an ease and an absolute pleasure to sing the praises of your application and of Julieta. Her role as such a pillar for the family was so, so absorbing to read when intertwined with the reality of her anxiety, clumsiness, and fear-inducing power. You so masterfully nailed the dichotomy to Fearmonger's character, and each one of the intricacies in your writing - her self-vilification over the consequences of her power, her complicated and tormentous relationship with her siblings, her gravitation toward being kind - tugged at our heartstrings. "Who is she, but something to be afraid of?" provoked such a striking reaction, and it solidified that nothing would make us happier than to write alongside you in the dash. Congratulations, and welcome!
Be sure to create and submit your character account within the next 48 hours!
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Okay I have one more request in mind! So this can be a little part two to the smutty Vince and Addict fic you wrote, but this is more soft and kinda humorous.
So the morning after, Vince wakes up to Addict tracing his scars and when he seems to tense up a little so she peppers little kisses all over them to try and make him feel better and Vince even notices a few of hers.
When they finally get up, they both are just peacefully eating breakfast until Nightmare just kind of let's herself into Addicts house to see how they are doing and she freezes and notices how they both have hickies, messy hair, and they seem kinda tired, so she puts two and two together and yells something like: "YOU TWO FINALLY DID IT!" and she teases them and maybe tries to high-five Addict who in response rolls her eyes and continues eating her dry ass toast. Vince totally loves it though and happily accepts Nightmares high-five lmao-
(sorry if this is super long but I just thought it was a sweet and funny idea so please take your time and don't do this if you don't want to!!)
[ Sweet comfort - Simp Party ]
SYNOPSIS; Addict shows Vince just how much she truly cares for him,
PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict
CONTENT WARNINGS; A hint of angst
NOTE; I kinda got really side-tracted with this, and didn't know how to really include Nightmare in this, but I added a slight twist to this if that makes up for it-- if not, I'll be glad to make a part two!
TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict
CHARACTER COUNT; 8,995
Addict's eyes fluttered open as beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains. She kept her eyes open for a while, fighting the bleary feeling, inhaling the caramel scent that floated through the white sheets, coaxing her to close her eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep.
Finally, after such a long night of tiring yet pleasurable activities, Vince fell asleep beside her. Her hands found him, swaddling them in his warmth, and she brought them to her cheeks to rub their backs against her skin. He subsciously flushed when she lowered herself to his chest, and began peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made him question if she was even making contact. There were dozens of scars he had been insecure of, littered along his body, but Addict didn’t mind. In fact, she found it all the more attractive.
Addict turned his hands around, rubbing his calluses with her thumb as she admired them and the little scars along his arm, trailing puckers of kisses. Her lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up his hands from the base of his palms to the tips of his fingers. She looked up at Vince, who was now awake and whose gaze flew to the other side of the room when it met hers and whose cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was endearing, just like everything else about him.
His scars were her favorite thing. They were warm and rough and beautiful and strong. His hands easily enveloped hers when they walked home together. They were Addict's solace, her sanity, the only thing that could pull her out of whatever hole the world had dug for her. The hands she loved worked so hard everyday. The hands that held her; the hands that protected her; the hands that massaged her aching muscles; the hands that tickled her sides on a bad day and made her laugh even when she didn’t want to.
Once her lips had graced the pads of each finger and every scar along his chest, she turned his hands back around and pressed them into her forehead. Vince stared for a moment, heart racing and breathing quickening, before he pulled her hands to his lips for a kiss of his own. He soon let her go, and a hand made its way to her face—thumb below her lips, index finger on her jaw, the rest of his fingers curled beneath her chin—while the other looped around her waist. They shared a few kisses as light as the ones she'd left on his hands, and when she called his name in that silky voice of hers, Vince thought he was going to faint just from the sound. The hands she adored pushed her back, ready to return all the love she had shown them.
Pressing her back further into the warm chest behind her, Addict places a light kiss on the hand tucked under her head, slowly peppering kisses on the fading scars scattered here and there. A soft grunt sounded behind her, and she smiled knowing that Vince was at the edge of his exhaustion.
“Vince,” she whispered, turning around slowly.
“Last night, after I got out of my shower and stuff; what happened between us,” Vince struggled with his words, but he managed to spit them out. His amber eyes were stern with her, letting her know he wanted a truthful response, “Did the whiskey make you do it in all the hype? Or was that all you?”
Addict was completely taken aback from the sudden question and her eyes went blank for a second. She could feel her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she knew making Adducf wait long for an answer might make him think twice. She swallowed hard, “It was... mostly me.”
“What do you mean mostly?” Vince narrowed his eyes and Addict meekly turned away from his smoldering gaze.
“The whiskey... they gave me the courage to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” Addict's face felt like it was getting redder and redder by the second. She copped a smile and looked at him, her eyes a bit watery, “I know it’s probably not the most ideal first time between two people like that. I feel terrible it took some stupid drugs to get me to do something like we did. Too pussy to do it on my own I guess.”
Vince was speechless at her detailed answer, but nonetheless he was happy with what he heard. It completely eradicated any insecurity he had about the situation, and he knew exactly how she felt. Between the two of them, as much as he hated to say, it felt like a broken record lately. He could feel that type of tension between them every time they were alone, but neither of them had the courage to act on what they really wanted: each other. If he would’ve had it his way, and didn’t have his countless uncertainties about any situation regarding the girl that now sat next to him, he would’ve taken her up in his strong arms, pressed her up against the wall, and had his way with her.
“It’s alright...” Vince managed to stammer out after an uncomfortable silence, “Sometimes, just takes a lil’ bit.”
Addict nodded and fumbled with the edge of her towel in her fingers, “Well, after last night... what does that make us?”
What did sleeping together make them now? He just didn’t want anything to end; he didn’t want how they treated each other to end, and he sure as hell didn’t want the way she looked at him to end. She was just too important to him to let any of that happen. Besides, at the thought of it, he somewhat liked the idea of potentially being her play thing.
Addict's lips parted in slight awe and she felt the tingling sensation roll around in her stomach. The older Smith brother stared back, his amber eyes unsure of what she was going to do next. Her face became agonizingly hot and she could feel her watery eyes getting even more distraught. But Addict then smiled, completely delighted to hear what had said. Vince relished at the sight of her smile; there was nothing more he wanted than to see that remarkable smile of hers. As much as Addict wanted to climb on top of him and feel his rough, warm skin on her body, the sun was already high in the sky and she wanted to spend her waking moments. Limiting herself until the next time, Addict leaned up next to him, placing her lips on his cheek. Her lips smacked quietly as they left his skin, and slowly, they brushed up against his ear. Her warm breath caressed his ear and she smiled at the sight of goose bumps rolling up his arm.
“I’m yours.”
Addict then rested her chin on his shoulder and stared at him, his amber eyes continuing to stare at the water before them. She imagined everything he had to go through, knowing what kind of pain he had to have gone through during his life. She wondered how close he was to his mother and father before everything happened, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to ask at that moment. Vince, he was mostly alone after his tragedies, and it made Addict feel so powerless. Warmth crawled up the back of her throat and her eyes began to water, and as if he sensed it, Vince looked over at her.
“What’re you cryin’ for?” He asked a bit confused and Addict put on a smile, shaking her head,
“Nothing... just sad to think such a good guy like you had to go through all kinds of shit like that.”
“Good guy.” He smirked while scoffing and shook his head, “Never been told I was a good guy, ever.”
“Well, you know I have plenty before. And it shouldn’t matter what anyone says anymore,” Addict shook her head as her brown eyes stared at him, “People don’t know what you did for me, what you do for others. Let them think what they want. You saved my life and if you didn’t show up... I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now. And it makes me sad to think I wouldn’t be here with you.”
Vince stared back at her, seeing her watery eyes managing to break a tear from them. He glanced down at her belly, where the sunken in scar of a knife wound glared back at him. It would always be a reminder of what terrible things had happened to her, but her presence, her eyes, her smile would always be there to show that he was the entire reason why she was still alive. He never really believed in God or all the stuff about destiny and fate, but he firmly believed that the woman sitting next to him crossed his path for a reason. Whether it was just her being there to be the only person who never judged him, him being there to be her protector, or them just being together to complete one another, he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave her side, ever.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Vince nodded and she smiled, pulling herself to her knees and turning fully to face him,
“I tell you what,” She said enthusiastically, “Tonight, why don’t we go find a decent place to eat after we finish our motorcycle ride, and then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can go watch Varrick play.”
“I can deal with that.” Vince said, but shrugged, “To be honest, kinda miss your cookin’, darlin.”
Addict laughed under her breath, leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek, “Yeah well when we get back home, I’ll make sure to cook you whatever you want.”
"…I love you so damn much."
#simp party#simp party my beloved#addict and vince hours#addict my beloved#vince became a whole ass softy omg#I stan them#They're so cute and it literally kills me-#we need more comfort content with these two😭
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The Dirt (Your Version)
Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.
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A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.
Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Trigger warning- aftermath of drug overdose, rehab (not in detail)
I have also added another diary entry from Nikki Sixx's The Heroin Diaries. So, if you don't want to read it, just skip the part in italics that starts with '25th December 1987'
Previous Chapter
Chapter 15- S.O.S.
Nikki was still asleep by the time you composed yourself and returned to his bedroom. He hadn't moved an inch and if it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of his chest, you would have thought he was dead.
You took a seat on the chair across the room after grabbing an acoustic guitar from the wall and began to strum away at the cords quietly trying to distract yourself.
Somewhere, far away, the phone rang but you didn't answer it.
"Hey, it's Nikki. I'm not home because I'm dead."
Tears blurred your vision all over again after hearing that while you continued to play the guitar. A few stray tears trickled down your face and fell onto the wooden instrument, but you ignored them and kept playing.
Nikki didn't wake up until late that night. You hadn't slept, too scared that if you closed your eyes then Nikki would be gone by the time you opened them again.
So, you kept yourself busy with the guitar trying to remember all the chords and passed time by teaching yourself how to play different Mötley songs with it.
"Merry Christmas Eve." Nikki's voice murmured weakly.
Your fingers froze against the strings as you looked up to find him watching you from the bed with a small smile spreading across his face.
"That's all you have to say to me?" You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.
The smile vanished from his face as quickly as it had appeared. Maybe that was a little harsh, but you had spent hours sitting here alone with your thoughts and wanted to kill him for what he did to himself.
"You told me that you had this under control." You began to say, leaning the guitar against the side of the chair before getting up and pacing the bedroom.
Nikki tracked your movements with his eyes but remained silent while you paced trying to calm your anger and emotion knowing it wasn't going to do anybody any good if you lost it.
"The whole fucking world thought you were dead. I thought you were dead!" Your voice cracked and caught in your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes once again. "Is that all you have to say to me?"
You turned to look at the bassist to find his own eyes now swimming with unshed tears.
"I... I need help."
Those three words were all you needed to hear.
Nikki broke down and admitted for the first time in his entire life that he couldn't control his addiction. He needed help, and he couldn't do it alone.
You called the rest of the band and organised for them to come to Nikki's house the day after Christmas for a meeting. None of them asked any specific questions but knew it had to do with the overdose.
You spent Christmas Eve in Nikki's spare bedroom too afraid to go back home and leave the bassist alone in his house in fear of him shooting up again. Just because you confiscated all his drugs didn't mean the rockstar couldn't easily call his dealer and organise for more to be delivered.
So, you spent the night at Nikki's after calling Vince and explaining the situation. You felt bad for not being there Christmas morning to see Skylar open her presents but promised to make it up to her later.
You woke up to Nikki knocking on your bedroom door Christmas morning. He looked a thousand times better as he leant against the doorframe with a small smile on his face. He had light back in his eyes and a hop in his step like he used to. You weren't sure what had happened overnight, but he seemed like an entirely different person and full of life today.
Sure, he was still skinny and pale, but seemed ready to get his life back on track.
You showered in his ensuite because the bathroom downstairs was under renovations. Nikki had given you a clean shirt of his to change into. It was a red oversized t-shirt that said 'GOD SMOKES CRACK' in white bald letters. He had dozens of plain black shirts but of course he gave you this one.
Adjusting the shirt around your body, you walked out the ensuite to find his bedroom empty but could smell coffee coming from downstairs.
His leather-bound notebook, however, was now sitting on his nightstand and it was opened with a new page on full display.
You hesitated in the doorway of his ensuite as you glanced at the half open bedroom door before looking back at the diary. Did he leave it open on purpose? Were you meant to see it?
Well, you've already read the worst of it. One more page couldn't hurt, right?
'December 25th 1987
Christmas morning, Van Nuys, 9:30am
Good morning and Merry Christmas. I've decided to put this diary away and start a new one... with a new day upon us I feel hopeful. Life, I think, has somehow taken a turn for the better.
I don't know how I survived the last year but I know there has to be a reason. Today for the first time ever I don't care about the outcome or the whys and when's. I just wanna live. I woke up happy. I can't believe it. I didn't wake up with my head screaming and my instincts telling me to run and hide inside a needle or inside a coffin, whichever came first... as long as I became numb or better yet dead...
I want to live and I don't know why.
Hey... why ask why... I'm going to go wake Y/N up and tell her 'Merry Christmas.' She stayed the night and has helped me more than I can ever thank her for.
Princess, if you're reading this... (I know you read the last page because that water droplet wasn't there last I recall, although I was high as fuck, so hey, maybe it was). But on the off chance that you're reading this, thank you. I don't deserve you, but I'm forever grateful for your help because without you... I probably wouldn't be here.
Merry Christmas.'
Tears of relief flooded your eyes and you let out a small shaky exhale that you hadn't realised you were holding in. From this new diary entry compared to his previous one, Nikki had turned a new leaf and was ready to get help. That was the best Christmas present you could have asked for.
You went downstairs and found the bassist standing in the kitchen making two cups of coffee. He tilted his head up hearing your footsteps and smiled softly seeing you wearing his shirt as a dress. His smile faded a little when he noticed the tears in your eyes but before he could say anything, you walked straight over and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug.
"Whoa, what... oh." Nikki gasped looking down at you quickly realising that you had read the diary entry.
He slowly snaked his arms around your back and held you against his chest tightly. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. Silent tears trickled down your face and you closed your eyes utterly relieved that Nikki was still alive.
The following day you held a meeting in Nikki's living room with the band. They looked pathetic sitting together hungover on the couch after Christmas. There was Nikki, who had died. Tommy who was apparently getting loaded and fighting with his wife. Vince, who was completely out of control with drugs and alcohol. And Mick, who basically woke up every morning and drank until he passed out.
You straight out told them that they needed to go to rehab, yourself included because although you didn't drink like they did, you still drunk more than you should and knew you needed to stop.
Nikki to your surprise admitted aloud to the guys that he needed the help. Tommy who did anything Nikki did, said he was in, of course. Vince, your stupid stubborn and in denial brother, reluctantly agreed and Mick just gave you a funny look but didn't try and argue.
So, that was it.
Mötley Crüe were going to rehab.
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Rehab was hard. There was no sugarcoating that. It had its ups and downs but after a year of brutal recovery, Mötley Crüe were back. And they were clean.
Nikki didn't have anyone when he came out of the rehab centre, so he spent more and more time at your cottage by the sea. He was lonely. His old friends didn't want to know him now that he was sober, so he came to you.
Nikki was able to survive the addiction. He was able to come out the other side and you were there for him every step of the way.
Tommy was having problems with his marriage. Heather was always away for her career and when she was home, they would be constantly arguing. So, the drummer spent a lot of time at your house as well to get away from that.
The three of you never dared to cross the line of being more than just friends again despite all the time the Terror Twins spent at your house. You guys had done that before and it ended horribly.
Nikki would sit out on the porch swing overlooking the ocean and write songs for the new album the band was working on. You and Tommy would help where you could, but really, Nikki was the brains behind everything.
The experiences of the last year had given him more than enough material, with his near-death overdose inspiring the song, Kickstart My Heart.
The band all helped with the album, discussing and changing things until everyone was happy. Together you wrote what you thought could be the best album yet.
"So rad, dude. So fucking rad!" Tommy exclaimed banging his head along to Vince singing in the recording studio.
You smiled, kicking your boots up on the control panel being mindful not to press any buttons while you watched your brother through the glass as he sang into the microphone.
"It's like we never recorded before." Tommy continued to say.
You reached over and grabbed your glass of juice sipping it through the straw while humming to your brothers tune.
"I mean, I've been on something every day since I was, like, 11 years old. I didn't used to be able to feel anything, but now I can feel everything. Like that is just painful." Nikki winced at your brothers tune before reaching over and pressing the intercom button. "Hey, Vinnie. Let's go again, buddy. Just wasn't your best, okay?"
Your brother turned to glare at the bassist through the glass.
"I'm just tired of singing the same thing ten times in a row when it was fucking fine the first time."
"Vince, this album is gonna be great, so let's just hang in there, buddy."
Your brother rolled his eyes, "now you're sober, you're a perfectionist too. Is that it?"
Nikki released the intercom button so Vince couldn't hear him say, "yep."
You smirked and Vince looked over at you, but you just gave your brother a reassuring thumbs up and he sighed.
"Roll the goddamn tape." He ordered.
You leant forward and started the tape from the start, the music to Same Ol' Situation replaying for what felt like the millionth time.
"He'll get it, boys. He'll get it." You insisted, glancing over at Mick, Tommy and Nikki who all nodded as Vince began singing.
"She's got an alligator bag
Top hat to match
Dressed in black on black."
"Better." Nikki observed.
"She's got a Filipino girlie
she claims is a friend
I tell you boys, you just gotta laugh."
"Go, Vinnie!" Tommy cheered, him and Nikki throwing their hands in the air forming devil horns.
Vince grinned flipping them both off through the glass while he continued to sing into the microphone perfectly.
Mötley Crüe had to learn how to record music sober without any drugs or alcohol. And they did it. They fucking nailed it.
With Dr. Feelgood, Mötley Crüe got their first number one album.
"It's the same ol', same ol' situation." You sang at a stadium in Sydney, Australia.
Unhooking the microphone from the pole, you jogged around to the back of Tommys drum set taking the stairs two at a time until you leant over behind him with the microphone in your hand.
Tommy grinned, leaning his shirtless, sweaty and now tattooed bare back against you while keeping up the perfect rhythm on the drums before you sung your lines together through the microphone.
The crowd always went nuts whenever you interacted with the guys during shows, so you took it in your stride and danced around the stage, moving over to Mick and letting him use your microphone instead of his own for the next part.
The older man smiled ever so slightly as you banged your head to the beat while singing together before you jogged back across the stage and jumped onto the speaker box beside Nikki.
The bassist looked over at you, his smoky eyes alight with joy and adrenaline before you slowly danced lower and lower until you were practically kneeling on top of the large speaker. Nikki shifted closer to you strumming away at his bass before bending his leg and putting his boot up on the speaker next to your body.
You never rehearsed what you were going to do on stage with the guys. They were all happy to just wing it and let you do whatever you wanted. As long as you sung at the right times, they didn't mind and would go along with anything.
Elektra had suggested for Mötley to get more female backup singers for the Dr. Feelgood tour. They said something about needing more beautiful women on stage to entice the crowd. They forced the band to sit through auditions with dozens of young women listening to them sing and dance while wearing tight, revealing clothing.
Sure, some of the women had skill. And yeah, maybe it would be good to have more backup singers, but to your surprise, all the guys flat out refused and said no to every single woman who auditioned.
Vince, Nikki, Tommy and Mick joined forces as a united front and confronted Elektra together. They straight up told them that you were the only backup singer Mötley Crüe ever needed.
You were their Mötley Crüe girl. You were the only Motley Girl.
Nikki stuck his tongue out at the crowd, playing a rather fast tune on the bass while you leant against his knee and sung your lines through the microphone in front of the Australian fans.
Once Nikki had a short break between chords, he held his hand out which you gratefully took, and he helped you jump down from the speaker box safely back onto the stage.
You jogged over to your microphone pole and secured the microphone back into it and planned to sing the next part by your designated spot but then Vince was waving you over to the very front of the stage.
Your brother was grinning like the devil, and you grinned right back and jogged over to him. Then, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder ready to share the microphone and you faced the audience and-
There was this thing that happened sometimes when Mötley Crüe played. If they were locked in, if they were in the pocket, then it was like they were summoning a gale-force wind or a tornado or a fucking hurricane. Something massive and primal, a force of nature. But that terrifying power never overwhelmed Mötley Crüe. It picked them up, carried them and the band rode that power until the final note died into silence.
And tonight- tonight was a hurricane night. You could sense it from the first crash of Tommy’s drums, marching Mötley Crüe into the jaws of ‘Same Ol’ Situation’, and when the guitar and bass came in, you lost yourself in the music.
Vince began to clap his hands above his head to the beat of Tommy’s drums and you did the same enthusiastically before the entire crowd mimicked within seconds.
"Alright, me, the boys and my sister are gonna do some rock-n-roll. C'mon now!" Vince shouted into the microphone before stepping back and grabbing the guitar that was slung over his shoulder.
You smirked at the change up to the lyrics just as Nikki and Mick both came to the front of stage and the three of them began to play their strings in tune with one another. Tommy was at your back, beating out a rhythm that drove you all forward and you grabbed the microphone pole doing Vince’s signature move holding it like a guitar while copying the guys as the crowd cheered.
Once Vince’s part was done on the guitar, he let it hang from the strap before reaching for the microphone pole you were still holding. He slipped the microphone free and held it up for you both to use as you sang together.
"It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
Girl, it's the same ol', same ol' situation."
Vince was a showman. He loved performing and putting on a show for everyone. This is what your brother was born to do, and you were so happy to be able to do it with him.
By the end of the last song, Tommy jumped down from his drum set and wrapped his arm around your shoulder like Vince was, Nikki threw his arm over Tommy's and pulled Mick into his side. The five of you bowed together in sync for the crowd as the lights behind you erupted and the Aussie fans cheered so loudly it made your ears ring.
Mötley Crüe had made it to the fucking top.
But the only direction to go now was down.
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A/N:
Happy late birthday to Vince Neil!!!
To those still reading, I hope you are enjoying this story and I promise the next chapter will be up in a couple days. Until then, stay safe and have a great day xx
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Junodownload New House 2022-10-22
DOWNLOAD: https://thedjmusic.com/music/junodownload_new_house_2022_10_220
DATA: 2022-10-22 TOTAL: 227 GENRE: House
84Bit, Fizzikx - Cmon! - Fizzikx Remix
A-Trak, Lee Foss, Uncle Chucc - Free
Aaron Jackson, 3000 Deep, Soulecta - With You - Soulecta Remix
Alaia & Gallo, Joe Killington - House Music Is My Saviour - Extended Mix
Aless Marck - Alley Rave - Cut Mix
Alex Preston, Dj Kone & Marc Palacios - The Mighty High - DJ Kone & Marc Palacios Remix
Alex Virgo - Charge The Gun
Alexej - virgo
Aluna, Diplo, Durante, AlunaGeorge - Forget About Me
Anderblast, DAN:ROS, Peter Brown - Can You Feel Me - Peter Brown Remix
Andrea Bittolo - Feel The Weight - Extended
Angelo Ferreri, DJ Rose, Danmic's - I Told You - Radio Edit
Angus McDonald - Rave Addiction
Arjay X - Want You to Know
Audiojack - Tremors - Original Edit
B-Liv - Blues of House
Basement Jaxx, Phebe Edwards, Niara Scarlett, Shermanology - Express Yourself - Shermanology Remix - Edit
Ben A, Alejandro Peñaloza - In The Way Of Music - Edit
Bensco - Links Vooraan De Box - Original
Bensco - Partymachine - Original
Block & Crown - Get Up - Original Mix
Block & Crown, Lissat - Love Bizarre - Original Mix
Bob Sinclar - Summer Moonlight (Club Mix)
Bonetti - Love My Baby - Deep Mix
Bonetti - Love My Baby
Bootmasters, Efimia - Saturday Night
Bradley Skeng - Haus
Bruns Lay, Arian - Lutaš - Radio Edit
Burak Yeter - Come To Dubai
CHANEY - Bet You (I Do) - Extended Mix
Castletics - Love U - Original Mix
Charles Silence - We Can Change the World - A Brighter Radio Edit
Chevals - All I Wanna Do Is Love You
Color Cuts, Thomchris - I'll Be There
Crazibiza - Southside - Original Mix
DANK - Brooklyn House Gangsta
DJ PP - You And Me - Extended Mix
DJ Rendo - Hurt Me
DJ Rendo - Ladies Cherry
DJ Rendo - Make Me Heal - Extended Mix
DJ Romain - Da Lawd
DJ Wady, MoonDark - Lose Myself - Extended Mix
DJ Youngy - Set My Mind Free - Original Mix
DM-90 - Talk Me Hola W Amadeezy
Dan McKie, Tom Brownlow, Tom Andrews - One More Time - Short Version
Danny Clark, Carla Prather, Qubiko - Joy - Qubiko Extended Remix
Danny Losito - It's Not Over - Instrumental Mix
Deborah Cox - Easy as Life - Offer Nissim Remix
Din Jay - For The Love
Diplo, RY X, HIBELL - Your Eyes - HIBELL Remix
Diseptix - Full Charge
Dj Monst3r5 - Aqui No Se Duerme Blim Blim Blam
Dj Monst3r5 - Senta Que Senta Vai
Dompe - Sir Jack
Double B - Bad Girl
Dusky - In Effect
Dutchican Soul - Good Times - Extended Mix
Dutchican Soul - Promises - Extended Mix
Dxrk ダーク, Jake OHM - TIME'S UP
Ear Funk, Ann Mimoun, Circuit - Wrong - Circuit Remix
Edwin Geninatti - Together - Radio Edit
Edwin Geninatti - Together
Eman, Doc Link, J Paul Getto - Feel It - J Paul Getto Remix
FDF (Italy) - To Hell
FREESTYLE KING - Feels Good to a King
Fejer - Over You
Fejer, The Rich Kid - Sunlight - The Rich Kid Remix
Flav Gabry, Flame O.N. - Grand Prix - Extended Mix
Flav Gabry, Flame O.N. - Grand Prix
Frank Dang - Heavenly
G-Mode, Orhan Oznacar - Soul Power 74
Gregor Salto, Ron Carroll - So High - Ron Carroll Late Nite Tweak Dub
HOON - Love Me
HP Vince - Don't Let Me Down - Edit
HP Vince - Don't Let Me Down - Extended Mix
HP Vince, Chuck Roberts, KPD - Jack Had A Groove - KPD Remix
Hadrian - Ave María
Hakuei.K, Elise - Moonlight
Honey Dijon, Channel Tres, Sadie Walker - Show Me Some Love (feat. Sadie Walker)
Husky, Lee Wilson - Uptown - Club Mix
Indeep - Last Night a D.J. Saved My Life
Jale, Sansa (SP) - Piano Love
Jam Funk - Showdown
James Silk, NUMA A TFIVE - Rush Hour - NUMA A TFIVE Remix
James Wormsley - That Feeling
Jay Vegas - Disko Daze - Dub Mix
Jay Vegas - Disko Daze - Original Mix
Jay Vegas - Disko Daze - Radio Edit
Jeff Buckley - So Real
Jennifer Loveless - Around the World
Jennifer Loveless - Club Stomp
Jennifer Loveless - Fall In Love
Jennifer Loveless - Muzik
Jennifer Loveless - Reverse Cowgirl 2
Jennifer Loveless - YamaaHA!
Jerry Ropero, Denis the Menace, Sabor, Jaqueline - Coraçao - Jerry Ropero & Denis The Menace Remix
Jon Iler - Back In
Juliet Sikora - Let Loose
KATORZI - Can't Quit Ya - Jazzy Remix
KC Wray - Fantasy
KC Wray - Kaleidoscope
KC Wray - This Feeling
KC Wray, Robert Owens - Tight
Kae Chaps - Kilimanjaro (Video Edit)
Keita Sano - Still Here
Keita Sano - Time for a Change
Kevin Walkman - its alright :)
Keys N Krates, Aleqs Notal, Haviah Mighty - Pull Up - Aleqs Notal Remix
Keys N Krates, Jengi - Brazilian Love Song (Jengi Remix)
Keys N Krates, Justin Martin - The Way I Feel Tonight - Justin Martin Remix
Keys N Krates, Lido Pimienta, bad tuner - Siento Mi Destino - bad tuner Remix
Keys N Krates, Soul Clap, Chip, Marbl, Juicy J - Original Classic - Soul Clap Dub Remix
Keys N Krates, TEK.LUN, Bibi Bourelly - Take It Off - TEK.LUN Remix
brz1128 - FEEL THE POWER
dAPULEO - Estate 1998
da Graca Brothers - Acid Piano - Original Mix
deepwire, Hey Jack - Quick - Hey Jack Mix
KI Creighton - Topaz - Original Mix
Killerofps - Deadly Sans Theme
Korqi - Dow Dow - Radio Edit
Korqi - Feeling - Radio Edit
Kristof Tigran - Take Me Up And Away - Original Mix
Lalalar - Isyanlar
Laurent Rodgers, NUMA A TFIVE - Your Hands - Original mix
Lawrence Friend - You & Me
Lei - On The Light
Leroy Styles, Kenton Lee - Destiny
Lex Wolf - Waiting For The Night - Club
Lex Wolf - Waiting For The Night - Edit
Linzy Creber - Blossom
Lj Pepe - Don't Lie - Original Mix
Loulou Players - Mooving On - Radio Edit
Loz J Yates, Mr Jay - Why Can't You See - Mr Jay Remix
Luca Olivotto - Life In Colors
M-Theory, Tonya Beacham, Lego - Free (As I Want 2 Be!) [feat. Tonya Beacham] - Lego's Chosen Mix
M-Theory, Tonya Beacham, Matt Warren - Free (As I Want 2 Be!) [feat. Tonya Beacham] - Matt's Tear Da Club Up Dub
M-Theory, Tonya Beacham, Matt Warren - Free (As I Want 2 Be!) [feat. Tonya Beacham] - Matt's Tear Da Club Up Instrumental
M-Theory, Tonya Beacham, Matt Warren - Free (As I Want 2 Be!) [feat. Tonya Beacham] - Matt's Vocal Mix
MC C4, DJ Ronaldo - Arrocha Funk (Doida pra Sentar)
Marix Green - Push Me Up - Original Mix
Mark & Anthony - Sweet Music - Original Mix
Mark Dohner - Losing You
Markus Beats - Six Days
Martin Badder, Leo Wood, KPD - Undone - KPD Extended Remix
Marvin Aloys, Jesse Bluu, Milk & Sugar - Resurrection - Milk & Sugar Remix
Matt Guy - Set My Mind Free
Matthew Beren, Delighters, Fejer - I'll Be There - Fejer Remix
Micky More & Andy Tee - It's All About the Feeling - Instrumental Mix
Micky More & Andy Tee, Cevin Fisher - All About the Culture - Radio Edit
Mihai Popoviciu, El Mundo - Triumph - El Mundo Remix
Mike Slvg - Wanna Believe
Mike Slvg, Suarezz - Perfect To Me - Club Mix
Mirko & Meex - Fallin' - Radio Edit
Mirko & Meex - Fallin'
Moff & Tarkin - Dating on LinkedIn
Moon Rocket, Funkatron - Reach For The Stars - Radio Edit
Morinoco, Fejer - Bring It - Fejer Remix
MuSol, Woody - All I Want Is The Bass
Muzzaik, Exacta, Thomchris - Reach Deep - ThomChris Remix
Naycha - Treat Me Right - Instrumental
Nik Denton, Mark Armitage - Reputation - Mark Armitage Remix
None the Wiser - Got Me Workin
Ogma, Javi Reina, Felipe Espitia - Oyeme Bien - Javi Reina & Felipe Espitia Remix
Olav Basoski - Land Of The Free
Olav Basoski, Alex Van Alff - McGyver
Pablo & Escobar - Love of House - Radio Edit
Pablo & Escobar - Love of House
Paco Caniza - Love Time
Paul Kalkbrenner, Fritz Kalkbrenner - Sky and Sand
Paul Parsons, Bronx Cheer - Caught Up
Paul Parsons, Lee Davey-Brown - Get on Up - Radio-Edit
Peter Brown - Hang On - Radio Edit
Peter Brown - Hang On
Pierre Codarin - Breaks and Cakes
Pierre Codarin - Who's Got The Z
R.A.T. - Losing Your Mind
RN ISMO - All I Can Be
ROMBE4T, Orson Welsh - Rabid Funk - Orson Welsh Remix
ROOKIE, Jeanriani, Faizal Permana - Keep My Place
RYHOR - Faith in Me
Raphael Schön - No Rainy Days
Reza, Roger Da'Silva - Nothing To Prove
Riccardo Fiori - I Need You
Right To Life, Micky More & Andy Tee - Blow Your Mind - Micky More & Andy Tee Extended Mix
Ros T, Tom Bug - Giving It Up - Tom Bug Club Remix
Rudimental, Jess Glynne, Macklemore, Dan Caplen - These Days (feat. Jess Glynne, Macklemore & Dan Caplen)
Rydm Sectors - Intrasoul
Rydm Sectors - Without You
SLAV - Do It Right
SUB-X - Thank You Baby
Sam Paradise - All This Love
Sam Paradise - Blue Hour
Sam Paradise, Romeo Louisa - All This Love - Romeo Louisa Remix
Serge Funk - Can't Get Enough - Instrumental Mix
Simone D Jay - Turn It Up DJ
Ski Mask The Slump God - Catch Me Outside
Soul Legend - SEX IS GOOD BUT HAVE U EVER
Soul Legend - WORK THANG
Soulista - Symphomaniac - Instrumental Mix
Steve Brian, Austin Kramer - So Good
T-Move Experience, T-Move - Pass This Time - T-Move Classic Dub
Tara Mcdonald - Creatures of the Night
The Unique - Believe - Original Mix
The Viron, Rasul - Like A Gun - Original Mix
TheDjLawyer - I've Been Looking for Someone
Third Son, KILIMANJARO - Depeche Node
Toby O'Connor - Get What You Need - Original Mix
Toby O'Connor - Holding On For You - Toby's Vocal Mix
Toby O'Connor - Spaghetti Western - Original Mix
Toby O'Connor - Tropical Thunder - Original Mix
Todd Terry, Two Tons O' Fun - Do You Wanna - Todd Terry Edit
Tom Bug - Moment
Tom Bug, Kid Code - Going Home
Tom Novy - Hypnotize
Tommyboy - Alright - Original Mix
Trimtone - Don't You Know - Radio Edit
Twonot - You - Radio Edit
Viola, Masters At Work - Little Girl - Masters At Work Beats
Viola, Masters At Work - Little Girl - Masters At Work Dub
Viola, Masters At Work - Little Girl - Masters At Work Remix
Walter Gardini - Green Line
Waterstone - So Good - Instrumental Mix
Waterstone, Amanda Wilson - It's Over Now - Extended Vocal Mix
Wine & Cheese - Pick Me Up
Wine & Cheese - Wake Up - Radio Mix
Ziggy (IT), DJ Romain - Our Place - Spiritual Mix
Zzama - Crazy Man '91
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Watch out there’s a new senior citizen in town...
After 11 unfinished concept sketches, 20+ hours of work and 213 layers later I finally finished the ultimate reference sheet of my boy Vincent Elijah 😌
I’m gonna probably hate myself for that cyberarm design later when I’ll have to draw it in detail again but oh well i fucking love it.
I guess this is what 8 months of character development does to you (aka never being fully pleased with how your oc looks)
Updated info about this mf below the cut bc i hate long posts💀
don’t repost my artwork without my knowledge or permission
Short basic bio:
Birth name; Elijah Samuel [REDACTED]
Full name; Vincent Elijah Vahn (yeah changed it again sue me)
Alias; V, Vince (close friends and partner), Mr. Vahn (whilst working for Vault or during a very formal setting)
Age; 58 (born on, November 12th, 2019 at 05:31:11AM )
Zodiac/Chinese zodiac: Scorpio/Snake [more info about it here]
Height: 198 cm / 6′6″
MBTI; Logistician ISTJ-T [more about it here]
Aligment; True Neutral
Anthem; Goliath by Woodkid
[More (kinda?) updated info about him here]
Distinct physical features:
A diagonal scar on the bottom of his right hand from slicing his palm multiple times for a blood pack. He really values this type of „deal”, because „Nothing bonds tighter than blood. Nothing means more than a pact singed with blood. It flows within us, a cycle. Then it repeats until the blood cells die but then new ones take their place. And the cycle continues. Unstoppable and constant until we die and the loop breaks and shatters into pieces. They sink to the ground and rot and rot and rot until there’s nothing left. Words? They just can’t give you enough assurance somebody won’t just screw you over. Blood is a promise, words are nothing.” (cringy enough? lol im such a bad poet dunno if it even makes sense)
Now he has streaks of gray hairs so 😌 he’s a silver fox
Stretch marks on the sides of his buttocks and upper thighs
Deep-set eyes
Big hooked nose
Huge mommy milkers
Thunder thighs
Stretched both ears (40mm)
Chrome plates on his ribs - cyber “scars” from lung and heart transplant
Has the number “444” tattooed on the inside of his lower lip.
Cyberware:
Custom made cybernetic arm, model Nocturne PX* 44 Monarch. The prosthetic is made out of a mix of carbon fibers and a material similar to porcelain but far more stronger. It’s light and durable, performs just like a normal ‘ganic arm thanks to complex joints model. The surface of the arm is matte and smooth. It’s littered with countless microscopic sensors and neurocircuits that send touch signals right up to is brain so every inch of his cybernetic arm feels just like his organic one.
Despite being able to afford the most expensive RealSkinn he opted for the “raw” look of it and instead commissioned his ex-input to engrave and redesign it for him.
*PX - Power X (10) - the strongest and most durable model out of the series.Only few models were ever made. This version of the Nocturne Cyberarm is made solely for private (wealthy) clients who were recommended by (for example) a fixer.
Some updated trivia i guess:
He recently started wearing bandanas around his forehead to keep his baby hairs in check but they still keep on falling on his forehead *heavy irritated sigh*
Mostly wears (black) clothes made out of synthetic leather (unless he thrifted some vintage clothes made out of real leather). He prefers leather to denim.
Has handcuffs dangling from his belt loops (at all times) for you know… catching criminals?
Paints his nails funky patters but mainly sticks to muted colors or just black
And for some weird trivia about him:
Definitely calls people „bestie” (especially in a formal setting) (un)ironically just to piss them off
He’s a self-proclaimed Slut™.Fucks basically everything that walks (or not) and looks like a dude. He’s borderline a sex addict. Sometimes he shows the signs of compulsive sexual behavior (hypersexuality).
Uncensored nsft version: here
Also i made a separate Twiter acc (@b_brutalis) so maybe I’ll also start posting there :^)
But if you see me follow you for your nsfw art there no you didn’t
#eat him up ladies gents and fellow they thems#oc: Vincent Elijah Vahn#oc: Vincent Elijah Vigo#yeah i changed his name again so i have to fix the tags again....#cant believe i just drew a full on dick on this man#nervy nervy#pp man#have you got hotsies for him yet? please tell me you have#im a proud momma i guess#cyberpunk 2077 oc#male V#cyberpunk male V#cyberpunk 2077 male V#cyberpunk 2077 V#saevus-brutalis art#brut art#saevus brutalis art
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If Howard ever said he didn’t love these evenings, he’d be lying right through his teeth.
Evenings when the bathroom light is off, the small space illuminated by a few candles, the scent of apples wafting into the hallway.
The music is loud, but if he presses himself against the door enough, he can hear Vince humming and singing along through the sound of running water.
Vince keeps his ABBA tapes stowed away deep in his armoire. The band isn’t thought to be “cool” enough by his shallow friends, but Howard knows that Vince couldn’t live without the band.
Because Vince doesn’t let himself go very often. He’s always maintaining this picture of perfection. Of easy-going happiness and effortless cool.
And Howard is all but addicted to the evenings when Vince lets that go and is apologetically uncool, if for just a few hours.
Howard knew it’s be an ABBA night when Vince returned from the beauty supply with several boxes of black hair dye stashed underneath his coat.
He grinned at Howard and asked if he wouldn’t mind getting the back of his hair.
Howard felt honored to slip on the clunky plastic gloves and coat Vince’s hair with pungent dye.
If only to see the wisps of brown disappearing under inky globs.
Goodbye old friends, see you in a few weeks.
Vince played music while the color set, and the music didn’t stop as he washed it out, giving himself a careful trim in the bathroom mirror.
The whole affair ended with the longest, hottest shower the flat would allow, music Vince was too embarrassed to like publicly shaking the door Howard leaned against.
There were very few songs that made Vince’s voice wobble the way it did sometimes when he spoke to Howard in the dark of their bedroom about how much he missed the zoo.
And Howard heard that wobble. Slight, but there. And then a tiny sniff.
He probably looked like a lunatic, his ear pressed to the bathroom door, grinning like a madman while he heard Vince gently cry, singing along to the music.
Vince would curl up right against Howard in bed tonight. They’d hold hands and Vince would tell himself. Howard doesn’t know what yet, but something important about his innermost machinations and it would explain how Vince has been a bit sharper than usual lately, and Howard would hold him and call him his Little Man.
And it may seem incredibly creepy to love the nights when Vince cries to himself in the bathroom, but Howard gets to be there for him. Gets to comfort and protect Vince when his walls have come down and he’s not trying to be anything else.
#haven’t written anything in awhile and this DEFINITELY got away from me#I don’t really k ow what this is but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#Jack writes#the mighty boosh#vince noir#howard moon#howince#noel fielding#julian barratt
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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station
ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band
Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along
Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady
Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof
Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY
Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to
Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name
Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares
Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy
Asia: Tuesdays
Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist
Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny
Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company
Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith
Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD
Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy
Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different
Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically
Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL
Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you
Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS
Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life
Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural
Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about
Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty
Bush: ditto
Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?
Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic
Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with
Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that
Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”
Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better
Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right
Collective Soul: who?
Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not
Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*
CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*
CSNY: David Crosby; meh
Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER
Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one
Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up
Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest
Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio
Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor
Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close
Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth
Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none
Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia
Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison
ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule
Essex, David: no prominent memories of him
Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell
Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?
Faith No More: I got nothing
Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop
Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential
Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself
Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip
Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill
Ford, Lita: deserved better
Foreigner: dramatically overplayed
Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box
Free: dramatically underplayed
Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot
Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter
Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass
Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does
Grand Funk Railroad: Funk
Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music
Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes
Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason
Green Day: the first of the emo revolution
Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen
Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that
Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?
Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool
Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names
Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!
Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references
Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration
Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time
Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself
INXS: Terminator vibes
Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison
James Gang: too many funks
Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative
Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*
Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*
Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute
Jett, Joan: icon
J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played
Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that
John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name
John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me
Joplin, Janis: Queen
Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire
Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic
Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole
Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically
Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject
Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes
Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)
Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons
Live: I got nothin
Living Colour: slap a decent amount
Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??
Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track
Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion
Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD
McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple
Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf
Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987
Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon
Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot
Modern English: who?
Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes
Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT
Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it
Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie
Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’
Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one
Nicks, Stevie: witch queen
Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill
Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed
Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least
Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*
Offspring: nothing here
Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy
Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard
Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money
Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*
Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good
Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?
Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled
Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’
Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say
Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig
Queensryche: neutral opinion
Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that
Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music
Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent
Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it
Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it
RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)
Red Rider: basically Golden Earring
Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull
REM: American Tragically Hip
REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title
Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie
Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit
Santana: The world needs more Santana
Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend
Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say
Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)
Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you
Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us
Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater
Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it
Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know
Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having
Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison
Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan
Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions
Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard
Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015
Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable
Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself
Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them
Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.
Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt
Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to
Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’
Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth
Ten Years After: somehow still relevant
Tesla: not the car or the dude
The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them
The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her
The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul
The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names
The Kinks: kinky
The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile
The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours
The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have
The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it
The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s
Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?
Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern
Toto: the most memed song behind All Star
Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds
T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon
Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush
Tubes: like the yogurt
Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it
U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways
Van Halen: RIP Eddie
Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?
Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn
Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get
War: Foghat, but even groovier
Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis
Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene
Yes: To Be Continued
Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY
Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand
ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.
3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever
38 Special: Why 38?
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JULY 3, 2021 (#271)
B0nds: "Misty Dawn" (ins.)
Earl Sweatshirt: "Grief" + "Quest & Power"
Madlib & Guilty Simpson: "The American Dream & Future"
Ahwlee: "Queasy"
Sal Dulu ft. Fly Anakin: "Zumo"
Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin: "Dollar Dr. Dream"
Nickelus F & Ohbliv: "Might As Well"
Lungs ft. Olasegun: "Bowcasters"
All These Fingers "Puerta Vallarta” (ins.)
Dark Time Sunshine: "The Rite Kids"
Lil' Ugly Mane: "Addict"
Lupe Fiasco: "Cripple"
Dabrye ft. Clear Soul Forces: "Sysfo Ridin'"
Dabrye: "Nova" + (ins.)
clipping.: "Say The Name"
Ono: "BLK Skin"
Moor Mother ft. Saul Williams: "Black Flight"
Domo Genesis ft. Earl Sweatshirt & Vince Staples & Action Bronson: "Elimination Chamber"
Flatbush Zombies: "Dirty Elevator Music"
Obnox: "Concrete Rose"
Mike Bonema: "Comfort A Joke"
Tyler The Creator ft. Santigold: "New Magic Wand"
Tyler The Creator: "Wilshire" (***NEW)
Knxwledge: "awomanslifeislove" (ins.)
JPEGMAFIA: "Baby I'm Bleeding"
JPEGMAFIA X Denzel Curry: "Bald" (RMX)
Nnamdi Ogbonnaya: "Gimme Gimme"
Your Old Droog: "Babushka" + "Smores"
LNDN DRGS: "Make Money"
Ho99o9: "Prey Or Pray"
False Tropics: "Balthus" (ins.)
Alchemist: "Who (Got My Back)" (ins.)
Freddie Gibbs: "Big Boss Rabbit" (***NEW)
Benny The Butcher ft. Freddie Gibbs: "One Way Flight"
Conway The Machine ft. El Camino: "Forever Droppin' Tears"
DMX ft. Griselda: "Hood Blues" (***NEW)
DMX ft. Jay-Z & Nas: "Bath Salts" (***NEW)
Nas ft. Hit-Boy: "EPMD" (***NEW)
Daringer: "'97 Hov Pt. 1" (ins.)
Phife Dawg ft. Busta Rhymes & Redman: "Nutshell Pt. 2" (***NEW)
Gotham ft. Busta Rhymes: "The Quiet One" (***NEW)
Peter Rosenberg ft. Method Man & Raekwon & Willie The Kid: "The Next Chamber" (***NEW)
Rakim: "The Black Messiah" (***NEW)
Prodigy ft. Knxwledge: "The Good Fight"
Run The Jewels ft. Nice & Smooth: "Ooh La La" (***NEW)
Vast Aire ft. Cosmiq: "Good Fuel" (***NEW)
Pete Rock: "Beat Goes On" (ins.)
Onyx ft. Nine: "Ahhh Year" (***NEW)
R.A. The Rugged Man ft. Slug & Eamon: "Golden Oldies" (***NEW)
Al Skratch ft. Large Professor: "Be Original" (***NEW)
Kyron: "Who Shot Rudy" (***NEW)
Czarface & MF DOOM: "Meddle With Metal" (***NEW)
Necro ft. Immortal Technique & Vinnie Paz: "Take Hip-Hop Back" (***NEW)
Vinnie Paz: "Guilty Remnant Cigarettes" (***NEW)
Bronze Nazareth & Recognize Ali ft. Willie The Kid: "Olympic Gold Medalists"
Bronze Nazareth & Recognize Ali: "Season Of The Seven"
Termanology & Shortfyuz: "T2" (***NEW)
Evidence: "All Of That Said" (***NEW)
DJ Premier: “I'm Legend" (ins.)
Mount Westmore: "Step Child" (***NEW)
Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre & Ice Cube ft. Xhibit: "Streets Of California" (***NEW)
Cypress Hill: "Band Of Gypsies"
J Dilla: "Life" (ins.)
It’s a rare double-deluxe Omega for the 4th of July weekend. We take over for Sound Vines this week for four hours of new, current, and relevant hip-hop. First half: new soldiers, electronic, cloud rap, and beat tapes. Second half: golden-era veterans, backpackers, AAA-producers, and legends no longer with us. From innovative artists JPEGMAFIA, Nnamdi Ogbayanna, Moor Mother, and clipping. to the respectable Rakim, R.A. The Rugged Man, DMX and the Griselda camp, no one leaves disappointed.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July. We return in ten days.
July 14, 2021 (12AM New York City): bonus Omega.
July 17, 2021 (10PM New York City): deluxe Omega.
July 28, 2021 (12AM New York City): bonus Omega.
July 31, 2021 (10PM New York City): deluxe Omega.
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songs of 2021
Q4 2021 and my best of year list is VERY VERY preliminary and feels extremely incomplete. I like a lot of things but I haven’t really LOVED anything. Am I missing anything? If you loved something let me know, I’m still in the searching stage.
List behind cut with spotify link
Spotify playlist is here if you do that sort of thing
Sigrid / Mirror
Wolf Alice / The Last Man On Earth
HARD FEELINGS; Joe Goddard; Amy Douglas / Holding On Too Long
London Grammar / Lose Your Head
Bruno Mars; Anderson .Paak; Silk Sonic / Leave The Door Open
CHVRCHES; Robert Smith / How Not To Drown
Andrew W.K. / I'm in Heaven
Janelle Monáe / Stronger (from the Netflix Series "We The People")
Tyler The Creator; Lil Uzi Vert; Pharrell Williams / JUGGERNAUT
Iceage / High & Hurt
Lorde / Solar Power
Grrrl Gang / Honey
Japanese Breakfast / Be Sweet
Liars / Sekwar
Doja Cat; SZA / Kiss Me More
Pooh Shiesty; Lil Durk / Back In Blood
CHVRCHES; John Carpenter / Good Girls - John Carpenter Remix
Julien Baker / Hardline
Baby Queen / Dover Beach
Aasiva; Riit / Piqatiikka
Tyler The Creator; YoungBoy / Never Broke Again
Ladytron / Paper Highways - Youryoungbody Remix
Jim-E Stack; Empress Of; Rostam / Note To Self
Wet Leg / Chaise Longue
Sleater-Kinney / Worry With You
Courtney Barnett / Before You Gotta Go
Tyler The Creator; Brent Faiyaz; / Fana Hues
ROSÉ / On The Ground
TORRES / Hug From a Dinosaur
Agnes / 24 Hours
Jorja Smith / Addicted
Angel Olsen / Alive and Dying (Waving, Smiling)
Masked Wolf / Astronaut In The Ocean
Sam Fender / Seventeen Going Under
Tinashe / Bouncin
Yola / Diamond Studded Shoes
Cherry Glazerr / Soft Drink
Billie Eilish / NDA
Magdalena Bay / Secrets (Your Fire)
Jazmine Sullivan / Pick Up Your Feelings
Little Simz / I Love You
Soccer Mommy / rom com 2004
Paul Epworth; ISHMAEL; Vince Staples; ELLE YAYA; India Jordan / Mars & Venus
Amythyst Kiah / Black Myself
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