Vincent Price as Vincent Van Ghoul

13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo 01x05 (1985)

He’s Busy

Fandom: House of Wax Characters: Vincent, Bo, Lester Relationship: Vincent/reader Request: Are you taking requests? If you are may I PLEASE have some more Vincent Sinclair? Anything would be great- Fluff smut even just headcanons. I absolutely love your writing!

 You could hear the brother fighting from inside the museum. They had been about to come inside, but the fight kept them stationary outside the front porch. Rolling your eyes, you stepped outside and saw Bo and Lester arguing as they got out the truck. Vincent follows, only seeming to be partly paying attention. But the second his eyes fall on you; you see his whole body react. The tension he had been carrying with hunched shoulder left him as he straightened up, walking taller and with more ease. His head, which had been tilted down, was now focused on you. You loved how he reacted when he saw you, as if in that moment you were the only thing in his world. He walked straight past his brothers and to you. You wanted to throw your arms around his broad shoulder and kiss him, but the wax mask prevented you from doing the latter. That didn’t stop him from scooping you up into his arms and carrying you inside, leaving the bickering brothers outside. You giggled in delight, cuddling in close to him and pressing light kisses up his neck. You hadn’t seen him all day, because they had all been chasing a group that had wandered too far down the rabbit hole. Lester said they had got them all but Bo disagreed, saying he had seen one other guy. not that you were paying much attention to their argument as Vincent carried you down into his work shop. Lester would probably hang about the town for a while, but Bo would head back to the house. You and Vincent would make your way back through the connected tunnels later in the evening.   He set you down on a table, standing between your legs as you reached up and removed his mask gently. The flesh beneath it was scared and disfigured, a harsh reminder of how close he had been to his brother at birth. It looked painful, even all these years later, but Vincent was adamant he didn’t get much pain from it normally, but it was more sensitive to things like strikes. He also didn’t speak much because the vibrations from his vocal cords can cause discomfort and forming words was more difficult for him. Every time you removed his mask, even after all these years together, you saw the falter in his eyes as he awaits your reaction. As if one day you’ll scream and run. But how could you run from the man you loved so dearly? Smirking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “That’s better.” You whispered to him before pressing a kiss to his lips. A shiver ran down his spin as he grabbed your waist, holding you with shaking hands and kissing back just as eagerly. You wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your heels. “Vincent!” Bo shouted down, commanding the attention of his brother. But Vincent kept kissing you. You weren’t sure if he hadn’t heard him because he was too lost in your affections, or if he just didn’t care. But when Bo shouted the second him, Vincent pulled away, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the mask back and pulled it on. You pouted your lower lip, refusing to unlock your heels but Vincent chuckled, and you were happy to lighten his mood so you let him go. He left the room to go upstairs as you hoped down from the table. you tried to tidy up, but in truth your mind was too preoccupied with your lover upstairs. You had spent most the day in the house, but came through the connecting tunnels to meet the brothers in town. You were so preoccupied, that you didn’t hear someone sneaking up behind you. A hand clamped itself down on your mouth as you felt something cold and sharp press against your neck. Whoever was behind you, they had the advantage. You could feel they were taller than you but judging from the way they were standing, they might be hurt. “Don’t make a sound.” He hissed in your ear, his hand tightening over your mouth. You nodded calmly, but your mind was racing. he must have been hidden in the wax museum and managed to find his way down here. “You’re going to get me out of here. Got it?” He hissed in your ear, and you knew better than to disagree with someone with a knife to your throat. He slowly let go of your mouth so he could pull open some draws. Perhaps looking for a weapon. Movement drew your attention to the stairs. Glancing, you saw Lester peering down. He looked alarmed. Lester wasn’t as use to the killing side of things as his brothers were, so in a moment like this, he was like a deer in headlights. The man, who was now preoccupied with rummaging, but the knife was still dangerously close to you. ‘get Vincent’ you mouthed to him, and he nodded, retreating to find his brother. You snapped your head back to the man as he tore through the draws. “Right, where do we go.” He demands, his hand grabbing your upper arm. “This way. It’ll lead to an old house on the outskirts.” You point to the tunnel. “Right.” He pulls you through, using you like some kind of human shield before you hit the dark patch. “what now?” “Theres some light switches at the end.” You tell him, pointing into the darkness. He pushes you into the darkness, and you cant see a thing. But you knew this area like the back of your hand thanks to Vincent.  Thankfully, the light and noise from the generator is a godsend when you manage to get to it. “Which one turns on the lights?” he demanded, pointing to the switches. A spark of genius hit. “That one. But its faulty so you have to flip it up and down quickly.” You pointed to one switch. Which was actually for the houses lights. The basement ran off a generator, so he wouldn’t see the lights flickering. he trusted you (bad decision) and did it a few times before panicking. “You lied!” he growled. “No I didn’t.” You moved in front of him, but instead of flicking the one you had originally pointed at, you did the one next to it. There were so many switches that he couldn’t tell you had moved along one and the lights in the tunnels flickered on. You were sure Lester had told Vincent and Bo, but this would tell them where you were in the tunnels. “Right, which way?” he demanded again, but your attention was caught by the sound of footsteps coming down the wooden stairs back where you had came from. Given the amount of times you and Vincent had almost been caught fucking down here, you had a knack for noticing the noises of the house. you just had to get back there. “Go down here and-!” You pointed straight ahead and when he followed your direction, you kicked the back of his knee. Hard. He buckled to the ground and you turned on your heel, running back. You made a mental note to thank Bo for the self defence lessons if you got out of this alive. “Vincent!” you screamed, not wanting him to hear the footsteps and surprise attack you thinking you were the man. As you came to his main room, you slid to a stop but end up loosing your balance and falling to the ground. You heard the man running to catch you, so you twisted and started to scrambled away. Until you saw the figure standing to the side of the door you had just ran through. Vincent. You smiled widely, but quickly dropped you smile when you heard the man approaching. He ran at you, the knife raised above his head in a deranged way. But the second he stepped through the door way, Vincent struck. Using a small knifelike instrument he normally used to carve the wax, he managed to catch the mans right thigh with it and he toppled to the ground. The man swung the knife, catching Vincent’s jumper but not his skin as Vincent wrestled the knife out of his hands. Once he had the upper hand, he used the butt of the knife to hit the man several times until he fell unconscious. You heard running coming from the tunnels and you nearly screamed (thinking it was someone else) until you saw Lester and Bo. They must have went back to the house to try cut him off. “You got him?” Bo’s eyes darted around the room for any further danger as Lester darted to you, helping you up. “You alright?” Lester asked, but you nodded your head. “yeah, im fine.” You confirmed, noticing how all three of the brothers were listening intently. “Good thing on not killing him.” Bo patted Vincent on the back before helping him up. “Think he needs a lesson.” Lester spat as he walked over to his brothers. “Oh, I have a few ideas.” Bo smiled menacingly as he told Lester to help him. Lester and Bo dragged the man through the hall and back to the house, and you were pretty sure he was going to wish he had had the wax treatment. Once they left, you turned your attention to Vincent. You were taking deep breaths as you stood, staring at Vincent who was panting. The blood spattered up side and the man had managed to tear his jumper in the fight. Vincent tore off his mask as if it were suffocating him as he turned to you, his eyes filled with fear and worry. It broke you. Running forward, you threw yourself into his arms, kissing him hungry. a growl escaped his throat as he clung to you, your legs wrapping around his torso as his large hands held you up. It might have just been an excuse to grope your ass but you didn’t care. He stumbled to the table, only placing you down so he could pin you down, pressing you against the surface with his body as he kissed you back. You didn’t know why you were so turned on by his actions, or why you needed to have him right here, right now. But you just did. In that moment, he wasnt just the gentle giant that you knew and loved, but his strength and brute force made your knees tremble and your insides turn, but not out of fear. You wanted to reward him for protecting you so well, you wanted him to know how much you wanted him in return. you were grateful for the hot weather and your choice to wear a dress (which was now up around your waist) as it allowed for easier access as Vincent grinds against the thin material of your underwear. “I knew I could count on you.” You smile at him, pressing your forehead against his own. He buried his face in your neck, kissing the area as he worshiped your body. Reaching between your bodies, you palmed his growing erection before grinning. “We should finish what we started earlier.” You giggle as your fingers skilfully undo his trousers and pull him out. He trembles under your touch. If it were any other situation, you’d like to take your time. To fully tease and pleasure him, but you needed to be close to him. he pulls back, standing straight as you sit up. Vincent pulls you to the edge of the table, his fingers hooking your underwear. You pushed yourself up as he kneeled to pull them off. His fingers danced back up your legs while pressing the occasional kiss to your knee or thigh before straightening up. He lined himself up with your entrance, pushing in with ease. you fall back, nearly seeing stars as you moan. As he thrusts into you, his whole body trembles. With a hand either side of your head, Vincent hunches over, his eyes shut tightly as he gives a few quick involuntary thrusts. you moan, overwhelmingly happy that he was inside you again. It had been a week since you had last been intimate with him and you had been bouncing off the walls the last few days. But Vincent was quick to start slowly fucking you. “Vincent.” You moan, noticing how he trembled at your voice as you grip his jumper. Leaning up, you press your lips to his own. One of his arms slipped under you and held you close. In a perfect world, you would have all your clothes as well as his own off. But you didn’t have the time or the patience to do such things. “Fuck.” You whisper through gritted teeth as he picks up the pace. Normally, Vincent was gentle and slow during sex. You were normally the one who initiated a fast speed or asked for him to fuck you harder. Yet it seems he needed the same thing as you. His hips snapped against your own, building the speed as he stood back up, his hands now grabbing your hips. you saw his mouth hanging open, his eyes focused on your most intimate area as he let out harsh breaths. Pushing yourself up, you wrap you arms around his neck and kiss him deeply. Vincent groans against your lips, making you answer with your own mewls of pleasure as his thrusts became quicker and quicker. “oh, god. Vincent.” You moaned as you pulled back for air. You could feel your orgasm fast approaching and judging by his own grunts and groans, so was his own. you pulled him back down as you lay back, loving the feeling of his body on your own. His fingers were digging into your sides with painful force but you didn’t care as he hunched over your body. it only took a few more thrusts before you came. You threw youre head back, moaning his name as you locked your legs around his torso. Your whole body trembled beneath his own, your walls pulsing as Vincent struggled to contain himself, his face now buried in your neck. He failed and came inside you with a low growl. Vincent manged to catch himself on one arm before he collapsed onto you completely. By the time you could move, Vincent pull his face back, panting as you were. you gave him a lazy kiss, your body still getting small after shocks from your orgasm. “Hey! What we doing with this guy? Vincent!” Bo shouted down the tunnels, making you both jump. But you weren’t ready to share him just yet. “Hes busy!” you scream back, glaring at the tunnels and daring Bo to come right along here. There was a moment of silence before you heard chuckling as someone walked away and the door closing. Vincent shook his head, smiling as he lay gentle kisses up your neck. He pulled back and out of you. You whimpered at the loss but sat up nevertheless. Vincent tucked himself away as he walked to grab his work chair. Pulling it back, he sat down in front of you, reaching out to stroke your leg lovingly. Smiling, you slid off the table and right onto his lap, curling into him as his arms wrapped security around you. “I love you so much.” You whispered, pressing soft kisses to his good cheek. “I love you.” He breathed, and you immediately smiled widely. He didn’t speak much, if at all. And you knew he loved you because he showed you. But this meant so much to you.

Ikevamp Matchup ≧☉_☉≦

Nady papi!! I heard you’re taking ikevamp matchup, so can I request one?👀👀👀 here’s my info~

So, in terms of physical appearance - I’m 164 cm, with black hair and light brown eyes. I also wore thick glasses, and I can’t live without them xD I have slender built and a little bit of tan skinned. I don’t like putting skirts and dresses, so I prefer shirts and jeans with sneakers xD I hate girly stuffs oof. I don’t even put make up and I only comb my hair when I’m going outside xDD

Random info - I’m scorpio, and from the year of the snake. Griffindor, but I can be a Hufflepuff too. A chaotic neutral bum.

Personality wise - I am a soft-hearted person, scatterbrain, an airhead most of the time, sympathetic, very very curious but I know my limit, forgiving, and I easily trust others, which makes me looked too naive and innocent. I didn’t talk much when I met a person for the first time but when I get to know you, it wont be easy to shut me up. I can be childish at times (like how I love playing around when no one’s looking). I don’t get jokes or memes or sarcasm easily, worrywart, anxious, very clumsy, patient, very socially awkward, insecure about my whole being lmao, and when i get immersed in a convo or situation, I could trip and bump into something. I have a hard time expressing my feelings to my family or close friends because they expect too much from me and I’m afraid I will fail or disappoint them one day. I can be very violent and irritated (especially and/or during depressive episodes). I like being dependable to people I love. A very guillible girl and easy to fool lmao. When I’m overly excited or hyper, I tend to forgot my surroundings and just jumped right off the bat without thinking, always acts as if my-mind-was-flying-over-the-moon. I can handle things under pressure well. I tried my best to avoid getting into trouble, or if the latter was not possible, I’ll try to talk and resolve about he matters as peacefully as I could (a pacifist, yes).

My hobbies and the things I’m passionate about were learning history, literature, philosophy and politics, reading and writing mystery/detective and fantasy fiction, watching horror movies, cracking codes and ciphers, playing piano, taking critical thinking tests and quizzes, eating chips and sweets.

I love to daydream, procrastinate, watching the stars or moon, sleeping, hiding inside the closet or under the bed when triggered, eating junk food, body massages, and quiet place where I can be alone. I love nighttime, head pats, someone who can make me feel better.

Also , the things that I dislike were maths and sciences, legwork (cause im lazy bum), crowded places, parties, people who are too stubborn to the point they don’t listen to me, dancing, excessive nagging, being treated like crazy bloke, the know-it-all people who likes to correct every damn thing I say, arrogance, rude people, unhealthy criticisms, me drawing arts (but i like appreciating them), spotlight or being at the center of attention.

If I can give facts about myself:

1. I know 101 ways to murder someone and get away with it xD

2. I have skills in lockpicking and poket picking (but I never used it for wrong doings alright?🤣)

3. I can sleep anywhere and everywhere and in any position👀 (I can sleep while sitting or even standing xD)

I think that’s all? XD

Okay, this looks longer 😳😂😂 thank you, papi!!! Muah muah ilysm😘😘😘 I look forward to whoever can handle me😎🤣🤣

Hehe, Juju! ❤❤🥰Thanks so much for the request dear! ❤Also soz for taking like 2 million years!🙈😱😱 Hope you enjoy this love, and I hope you have a super good day❤❤🌻! Sending you all the love and hugs! ☺Hope you are looking after yourself and keeping safe and warm! Love ya! ❤❤🦋

So without further ado…

I match you with…………….. Arthur 

The first time the mystery Arthur was introduced to you, he found you positively curious. You were honestly the opposite of most woman he had met. For one, you refused to wear skirts and dresses instead, opting for jeans and sneakers. Not only that, but you seemed utterly uninterested in him only muttering a few words to him.

That night you were going through one of your depressive episodes, as you found it incredibly difficult to fall asleep in a strange new place surrounded by strange new people. You were scared, and on edge, so you decided to get some milk to calm you down and hopefully soothe you to sleep. You poured yourself a glass of milk and who would walk in from his latest conquest other than the playboy himself. Comte had broken the news earlier that evening that you would be staying with a group of vampires, which was probably why you were a little on edge. 

Arthur took this opportunity to corner you, “Well, little rabbit, what shall you do now that you have been cornered by a wolf.” His breath was hot on your neck and you could feel his fangs hovering ever so slightly over your pulse.

Veins filled with adrenaline, you legit grabbed a fork and stabbed him in the leg, honestly, you were so irritated and angry. Arthur was sister shook. Usually, women would fall over themselves for his attention, yet here you were giving him a death glare and stabbing him in the leg. He could see in your eyes that he had taken the jest too far. Especially when just before you lefts, you looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I know 102 way to kill someone and dispose of the body.”

The next day Arthur was still feeling slightly bad for scaring you so much, although to be fair you scared him just as much. He spotted you making your way down the stairs for breakfast, he jogged to catch up with you. Just then your foot clumsily slipped, and you were going down. Luckily for you, Arthur had managed to catch you in the nick of time. The two of you now stood awkwardly, not making eye contact with each other. 

You also felt somewhat bad for having taken out your anger on the poor man. That is when Arthur apologized for scaring you and stuck out his hand to reintroduce himself. You couldn’t help but laugh as all traces of the suave playboy had disappeared and was replaced by an awkward Arthur, stumbling over his words in an attempt to apologize. Both of you were pretty much a socially awkward mess trying to apologize to one another in your own weird, awkward way. 

You shocked Arthur for a second time as innocent eyes started back at him as you forgave him in a heartbeat. He couldn’t believe how naïve and trusting you were, handing out your forgiveness so easily. He had half expected you to flat out reject his apology and make him earn your forgiveness. 

Either way having made up, Arthur decided to invite you out to tea. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way your eyes excitingly lit up when they placed the plate of confectioneries down in front of you. You were still rather quiet as the two of you had tea. However, when Arthur mentioned the new mystery he was working on, and that was enough to break down your reserved guard and get you to open up. You spent the rest of the afternoon happily talking Arthur's ears off about mysteries, your own writing and how much you actually enjoyed cracking codes and solving puzzles. To say Arthur was intrigued by you would be an understatement. He was beaming in delight throughout the whole conversation having discovered a fellow mystery lover and writer.

Arthur flashed you a dazzling grin, and that my dear friend is how you and the mystery author started playing detective to solve all sorts of small cases around town. Every day Arthur would excitedly come into your room and announce that the two of you had a new case to solve. Arthur honestly loved working cases with you, he loved the way your eyes would curiously scan every room you walked into. He loves how to overexcite and hyper you would get at the mention of a new case, and he loved that you matched his wit and ability to crack codes and solve puzzles. The more Arthur found out about you, the more amazed and in awe he was

Especially one day during a case. Theo had commissioned the two of you to track down the thief that stole his precious brothers painting. The pair of you had been invited to a ball hosted by the suspected thief himself. You looked around the room while dancing and determined that the painting was hidden behind the looked door on the far side of the room. Arthur suspected that the painting would be held in a volt, that was only accessible via a special key. He watched in awe as you smoothly pick-pocketed the safe key from the suspects pocket. But the awesomeness of your abilities didn’t end there, oh no, this boy was beaming in pure delight at the way you expertly lock-picked the locked door to get into the room. You honestly couldn’t get more amazing in his eyes if you even tried, or so he thought.

Speaking of cracking codes and solving mysteries this boy was head over heels smitten with you and thanks to some help from his old friend Theo he managed to pull the wool over your eyes and set up a mystery for you to solve whereby at the end of the case. You wouldn’t discover who the criminal is but rather how much he absolutely loves and adores you. As, in the locked room and behind the safe door, laid Vincent’s painting and the newest Sherlock homes mystery novel titled, “A study of the heart.” Of course, you didn’t know this was an elaborate love confession until later that night when you had finished the novel.

Arthur absolutely adored you, and the more he found out about you to more in love, he fell. He loved that you were probably the kindest, most soft-hearted, sensitive, forgiving and loving person that he knows. It was thanks to these beautiful traits that he was able to deal with, heal and move on from his past traumas.

But Arthur knows you have your own insecurities and traumas. He is very in-tuned to your feelings and emotions and can instantly tell if you are going through something. He would usually find you hiding in your closet or under the bed. He would approach you slowly, coaxing you out from your hiding place by tenderly wrap his arms around and whispering sweet nothing in your ear. Once you have agreed to leave said hiding place, he would swiftly pick you up and carry you to his room. Best be sure he is going to spend the whole night holding you in his arms while tenderly rubbing your back and whispering words of love, adoration and encouragement in your ears. 

Having a nightmare? No problem Arthur will be by your side in a split second, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck while making you forget all about your night terrors. 

You are absolutely perfect in his eyes and could never disappoint him, a fact which he will remind you of everyday.

He doesn’t mind that you have a hard time expressing your emotions and feeling as when he looks into your eyes, he can see how much you love him. Plus you are always there for him whenever he is struggling or feeling down. You just have this amazing ability to cheer him up whenever you are around.

He will give you all the head pats, hugs and kisses your heart could ever possibly ever desire. He 100% insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you leave the mansion, “I can’t have my beautiful little bird tripping and falling, now can I.” Sometimes he wishes he could wrap you in a layer of bubble wrap just to protect you from clumsily falling or walking into objects. Is always right by your side chuckling as he looks you over to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

Loves how gullible and naïve you are and will often tease you. This usually lands up becoming a game between the two of you as you would pull pranks on Arthur for teasing you so much. Arthur adores that childish side of you and will 9/10 times get his revenge by tickling you.

Finds it super cute how you can basically sleep anywhere and in any position. When he sees you sleeping, he can’t help but join you for an afternoon nap. He can’t believe that you could actually fall asleep standing up. He low key uses that ability of yours, to sleep while standing up, to pull pranks on his fellow residents.

Loves to hear you play the piano as he writes his newest novel. He swears that you play the piano better than Mozart himself and no one can change his mind. There is just something about the way you play the piano that soothes his soul and makes him feel like the luckiest man alive for having met you

He knows you hate loud, crowded places so you best be sure he will plan all your dates keeping that in mind. Whenever the two of you are out shopping together, he will always be sure to plan ahead and find the least busy routes. 

Whenever Comte invites the two of you to a party, he would keenly watch you, and whenever he can see you have had enough of social interaction for the evening. He would sneak up to your side and gently grab your hand while lead you out to the quiet balcony. Or better yet, he would lead you to a quiet room where a pile of stolen snacks and a setup board game lays waiting for the two of you. So while everyone is mingling and partying in the main hall, you and Arthur are spending a relaxing evening playing a board game while enjoying each other company. Only slipping out of the room when its time to go back home.

You best be sure your and Arthur’s dates include a stack of junk food, sweets, and soft blankie as the two of you cuddles under the night sky. 

The two of you will most likely tell each other horror stories or chat about more deep topics such as history, literature, philosophy and politics. Although Arthur is a simple man and often loves just holding you in his arms as the two of you just quietly enjoy each other presence and watch the night sky together.

This boy knows what a good writer you are and like him, you are also somewhat of a night owl. He enjoys those quiet evenings together with you where both of you are just chilling in the library, each writing their own mystery stories. At the end of the week, the two of you have made it a tradition to be nestled in each other’s arms each reading the latest chapters of your stories.

Other potential matches……… Shakespeare

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! Also, I hope you have a super good day! Love ya lots!❤🦊☺ @jiyuu-chan

~KISS AU writings 8~

THIS ONE HAS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING!! There’s apparently been a lot of anticipation for it too so here we go!! 

~Shandi

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~EXOTIC DANCER AU~

Featured Pairing: Bruce Kulick/Paul Stanley

Special Guests: Gene Simmons, Eric Carr, Ace Frehley, Peter Criss, Vinnie Vincent

Summary: Bruce’s friends take him to a gentleman’s club for his birthday. He falls hard for one of the dancers..and things go off the rails~ (told from Bruce’s POV)

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SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRUCE!!

I laugh as I’m showered with confetti as soon as I come through my door. Eric comes up and straps a party hat to my head. This was totally unexpected! I bet they’d been planning this for weeks! They guide me to my kitchen where there’s a huge pizza and a beautiful birthday cake waiting on the table. The living room is decorated with balloons, streamers, colorful plates and napkins. I can’t believe they did all of this for me! I’m not going to cry! 

Ace goes into my fridge and pulls out a big case of beer. “Can’t have a party without the party favors!” he said with his usual maniacal cackle. Gene shakes his head. “Just go easy on those cause we’ve got plans later. And if you get drunk I’m not taking you.” Plans? What’s he got in mind? Ace whines but eventually he agrees. These plans must be pretty damn great if it gets Ace to not drown himself in booze. I worry about him sometimes.. Eric distracts me by patting my back. “Cmon, birthday boy let’s get this party started!” 

We carry everything into the living room and set it all on the coffee table. Peter goes over to my tv to put in a movie. “I brought ‘the Godfather.’ It’s a great movie, you’re gonna love it!” Ohhhh, Peter and his love for gangster movies~ It’s a nice sentiment but I’m pretty sure nobody will pay attention except for me and him..and Eric. Cause he’s a nice guy like that~ Fortunately I was wrong. We all sat with our beers (Gene with his soda), and pizza with our eyes glued to the screen. I’d heard of this movie but I’d never actually seen it before. It was really good! Nothing gave Peter more joy than watching someone else enjoy the movies he enjoyed~ After the movie was over Eric went into the kitchen to grab a knife and candles. “It’s cake time!” After the candles were placed Ace took out his lighter to light them. They sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me loudly and obnoxiously..just like I expected. Bunch of idiots. But they’re my idiots~ I blow out all the candles in one breath and they applaud. Eric hands me the knife. “Birthday boy gets the first piece!” I can’t wait to dig into it. It’s all chocolate. I can smell it..and it’s wonderful~ I cut out five pieces and put them on our plates. We spend the next couple of hours enjoying our cake and joking with each other. This has been the best birthday I’ve had in years~

Gene looks at his watch and grins. “Alright, gentlemen it’s time to go~ We gotta get there before all the good seats are gone.” Ace is already up on his feet and ready to go which startles the hell out of me. “About damn time! Lead the way, Genie!” Gene sighed. “Change first. We brought extra clothes for a reason.” I blink. When he sees my confusion Gene pats my shoulder. “It’s a very nice place..so we have to dress nice. I suggest a suit jacket and slacks.” Sounds fancy. And expensive. Also the fact that Gene is perfectly fine with spending that much money on me is not helping my case for not trying to cry. “O-okay. I’ll find something to change into.” I go to my room while the others take turns changing in the bathroom. Going through my closet I find the gray suit I wore to my brother’s wedding. This is perfect! Hoping it still fits I try it on. To my absolute relief it does. Taking off the jacket I take out a nice white button up shirt. I thought about wearing a tie but I decide against it. I don’t think we need to go that formal. Once we’re all done dressing we gather in the front hall. Gene picks up his keys. “We can all go in my car. I’ve got room for everyone. Birthday boy has shotgun~” I feel so special~ With a smile I let everyone out the door and lock up. Looks like it’s going to be a pretty interesting night~

When we reach our destination I see a long line of people waiting to get into some kind of club. “Is that where we were going? There’s no way we’re getting in there!” Gene parked the car and turned off the engine. “Relax, Bruce. I told you I’ve got it covered. Trust me~” When he says things like that I can’t bring myself to question him. We all get out and head straight for the entrance. Once the bouncers spot us I start getting nervous. They look like they’re ready to beat the hell out of all of us. Calm as ever Gene just takes out his wallet, opens it up and shows it to them. “Good evening. We have a reservation.” One of the bouncers narrows his eyes and looks closer, makes an expression of recognition and pulls the door open. “Good evening, Mr. Simmons.” he says. “Gentlemen, welcome to the Firehouse.” Ace was cracking up and smacking Gene on the back. “They know you by name, Genie? How many times have ya been here~?” Gene just reached back to put his wallet away. “If you really must know I just happen to have a VIP membership to this place. With it I can pretty much get anyone I bring with me in here for free so I figured why not~?” I’m just at a loss for words. Not to mention relieved that he actually didn’t have to spend ridiculous amounts of money to get us in. A high class place like this cannot be cheap. “I..I dunno what to say, Gene..except thank you~” I can tell Peter’s already taking a liking to his surroundings. I’m guessing this is his kind of place~ Eric looked a bit nervous but tried to play it off. I think as long as we stay with him he won’t get too overwhelmed. 

Gene guides us to the main lounge. The stage was lined with neon lights shaped to look like fire. The dance pole was of course made to look like one you’d see at a firehouse. Clever~ When we take our seats a very good-looking man comes over dressed in a skimpy gold fireman’s costume. “Good evening, gentlemen~ I’m Vinnie and I’ll be your server tonight~ Can I get you anything~?”

“How about a tall glass of you, baby~?” Ace said, leaning back in his chair and cackling with Peter joining him. Those two, I swear~ Whenever they get together craziness follows. Vinnie just took it all in stride. I’m sure he’s heard those kinds of comments before. Many times. “I’ve got the time if you’ve got the money, handsome~” Ace’s eyes went wide. He definitely wasn’t expecting that response~ “Why don’t you tell me what you’re worth~?” We all turn to stare at him, except Peter who’s still laughing his ass off. “What? Heeey..Brucie shouldn’t be the only one gettin’ the special treatment~” Vinnie was clearly amused at Ace’s eagerness. “Well..let me at least take your drink orders first before we get down to business~” We all order drinks, except Gene who asks for water. “Be right back~” Vinnie turned on his gold stiletto heels and walked off towards the bar. “Do you actually have the money, Ace?” Gene asked, leaning forward. “The ‘company’ here isn’t cheap you know. Some of these beauties cost up to $10,000 for a night.” My jaw drops. “Seriously?! I wouldn’t mind having some fun either but not if it’s going to bankrupt me!” Ace just waved us off. “Will you relax, Genie? I got it covered! That Vinnie’s lookin’ mighty fine and I want a piece of that tonight~”

A few minutes later Vinnie comes back with our drinks and sets them on our table before going over to Ace. “So what would you like~? It’s $1,000 if you want a private dance and $5,000 if you want my company for the night~” Ace is grinning from ear to ear as he gets up and wraps his arm around Vinnie’s shoulders. “Think I’m gonna go with option B, sweet thing~ Let’s go have some fun, hah~?” I can’t believe he’s doing this! Neither can Eric. We both just gawk at them as they leave. Peter on the other hand is beside himself. “Knock ‘im dead!” he shouts, waving until they’re out of sight. Gene picks up his glass and takes a sip. “I guess he’s finding his own way home tonight.” Before I can even fathom what the hell just happened the lights went out. The flames around the stage glowed brighter and a spotlight shined down on the dance pole. Looked like the show was finally starting! As soon as the music began everybody was clapping and scrambling to get closer to the stage. Apparently this dancer was very popular. I recognize the song right away and I have myself a little laugh. At least now I’m familiar with one other person who actually liked Queen’s Hot Space album~ The dancer sashayed down the dimly lit part of the stage to the song’s intro. Guys were attempting to lean over to get a closer look but the ‘flames’ were a pretty damn sufficient deterrent. 

Body Language

Body Language

Grabbing the pole the dancer pulled himself into the spotlight and hooked his leg around the pole, swaying his hips back and forth to the rhythm. The crowd was going wild and now I could see why. Holy shit, that dancer was sexy! He sparkled from head to toe in a rhinestone studded black bodysuit (with a large majority of those rhinestones covering his crotch) cut incredibly low in the front to reveal his entire torso, complete with a black leather collar and belt, studded with rhinestones that shaped stars. He had thick, curly hair the went down his back and bangs that framed his face just perfectly. A face that was covered in white makeup with a black star over his right eye and bright red lips. Wow..I don’t think I’ve ever seen an exotic dancer go that far with their makeup. But it was fascinating and impossible for me to take my eyes away.

Give me your body

Just give me your body

He slowly spun around the pole a few times, I think just to get a better look at his audience, who were already clamoring for his attention and holding out money in hopes that he’d take it from them. It was quite a spectacle. He ignored them of course, just to tease them further. I could see the smirk on his face as he pulled himself to the pole again and started grinding his pelvis against it. 

Give me your body

Don’t talk

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He moved up and down the pole with his legs spread apart, gyrating his hips while his hair flew about with every movement of his head. Damn, it was hot. Glancing around at the others I could see that they were just as mesmerized. I never thought anyone could command that much attention on a pole without even removing a single piece of clothing. 

Body Language

Body Language

He threw his head back, and he looked so damn good with his lips parted like that. Like he was giving himself the ultimate pleasure. 

You got red lips

Damn right he did~ He turned his head to look out at the crowd, tracing his upper lip with his tongue.

Snakes in your eyes

He leaned his head forward and threw it back again, making his curls fly everywhere.

Long legs 

Great thighs

He grabbed the pole with both hands and raised his leg high in the air. Only then did I notice he was wearing rhinestone studded platform heeled boots. How is he even doing that while wearing those?! They must weigh a ton!

You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen

Knock me down for a six any time

He turned his back to the crowd and swayed his hips again, showing off his beautiful ass to that hungry crowd. Oh, they were riled up now. Too bad they could look but they couldn’t touch. 

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language

Look at me, I got a case of Body Language..

The song was nowhere near over, but it began to fade out. What a cruel punishment. Give them a taste of what they want then cut them off and leave them begging for more. An excellent strategy to get them to pay more money. The dancer took the time to collect the money they desperately wanted to give him. They placed bills in his belt, in his boots, and if they were really lucky he’d lean down and they’d place bills inside of his suit. God, I wish I could give him money right now..cause he sure as hell earned it. As he moved off the stage the same way he came in, the entire place erupted in applause, us included. A voice suddenly blasted from the speakers. 

Alright, Firehouse!! Show your love for StarChild!!

So that’s what he’s called. Perfect name~ Since the show was over I figured we would all be leaving so I get up from my chair. Gene grabs my hand to stop me. “Hang on, Bruce..you’re not going anywhere just yet. You have a date with that dancer~” Wait. WHAT? I must’ve been hearing things! “I’m..what..?” Gene smiles and I can hear Peter and Eric snickering behind me. “That’s right~ A special little birthday gift from us to you~” I’m frozen. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. My brain is still trying to process what Gene has just told me. 

I am going to be spending the night with StarChild.

To be Continued!!

Can I get a break down of all your black butler request/headcanons etc.?

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Would Sebastian still accept a s/o that doesn't want children?

Dear Sebastian, would you ask a girl's parents if you can court her or ask her yourself?

Can you do something for Edward Midford? The plot being along the lines of him finding out the phantomhive servants are assassins. It would be much appreciated.

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May I please have jealous/possessive Claude and Sebastian hcs, please? Like where their s/o has an/multiple admirer(s) or something of that nature :)

Dear Sebastian, do you like cuddling with your s/o and doing the things that they enjoy doing?

Sebastian Michaelis one shot please? The reader is a female demon- an assassin- worked on commission and was sent to get rid of Ciel Phantomhive's pesky butler by an unknown third party... only to realise mid battle that they've known and been involved with each other a long time ago... And Sebastian suddenly decides he wants to keep this rare cat-demon... I would love to have some humour thrown in... I just made up the request as I went on- so excuse me if it's bizarre..

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I almost forgot, but!! Some nsfw HC's about how Seb would return the affection that his S/O ravished on him? ^^ 💕💕

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Dear Mr Phantomhive, I'm sorry if I'm intruding but I'm so curious I feel as if I need to know! What do you look for in a possible, future s/o appearance and personality? Thank you ever so much, Lu!

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How would Joker and Dagger react to their S/O dying their hair in an unnatural hair color? (I mean, like, bright pink, not those mainstream dark purple and stuff). Take your time, I love your blog! xx

HC's on how you and Ciel would love on Seb~? Separately as well as together? ^_^ 🖤💙✨ Seb needs all the love from all the beans~!! 💗

Ok at the end of my last commission, you had Sebby fall asleep, and that's always sooooo cute~!! So can we get a scenario of s/o and Ciel waking up when he's still asleep, watching him sleep, and watching him start to wake up~? ^_^ 💕💕💕

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Hello sweety. I've been gone a long time. Wondering if we could get some more platonic Sebastian and mistress headcannon? :) As always, take your time. Thank you in advance.

Headcannons for Ciel having a rebellous s/o? (ILOVEYOUANDYOURBLOGDSHtBI)

Erika, what would Sebastian and Ulquiorra think of me and my blogs?

How would Sebastian react if he realized whenever he's away with some criminal business with Ciel or anything, his s/o can't sleep nor eat anything because she's afraid something bad can happen to him?

Crossover for Black Butler and Supernatural. Ciel and Sebastian are rogue demons who indirectly shaped Hell into what it is and changed the whole contract system; 10 year time limit, demon/human interaction, demon form appearance, souls being collected by hellhounds, etc. So, they live in the 21st century and mind their own business, despite being a danger to both Hell and Heaven because of Ciel being a human who became a demon. What if these two met with the Winchester brothers?

For a very long time, I've been thinking of a Harry Potter and Black Butler crossover. Especially after the Weston Arc. Imagine, Ciel and Sebastian in Hogwarts under cover. Ciel is a student and Sebastian is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I'm wondering about the relationship between Sebastian and Snape mainly. They are very similar, but also very different. Can you analyze the interaction and relationship between Snape and Sebastian, and then Ciel and Draco since he's like Alois?

Headcanons of Sebastian with an INFJ s/o please.

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How would Ciel, Lizzy, and Sebastian would react if Their s/o blamed themselves for their sister or brothers death because they believed they should die for committing a sin (killing an innocent person during their manic) and not them and believed everything around them is turning into ashes? Would they confront? Get someone to cheer them up?

Vincent bringing home a woman to meet Ciel to be his nanny/teacher and the woman is a witch who teaches Ciel how to protect himself from Angels and Demons? Please? Plus Vincent asks Ciel if he would like her to be his mother? QWQ

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Scenario of Sebastian's S/O begin him for death to come please? Thanks in advance!

How would Sebastian deal with his s/o that is afraid of their own mind? They dont want to be bored or be left alone because of the crazy and inhuman things that they think about.

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(im not even sure if i sent in something like this before but oh well) Can i get a scenario and possibly some headcanons too of Sebastian finding out his s/o has a black soul wrapped in layers of white.

Could you write about how the Undertaker would react to finding out his chubby s/o has medical scars ( for example I have a pink scar from surgery across my belly) and finding out they are self conscious about it? I'm sorry if that's too much! I just love your writing! You are amazing!❤️

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Could you headcanons for how Ronald Knox would react to someone hardcore flirting with him

Hello, I was wondering if I could get a few nsfw hc about Sebastian (bb) either in general or x a female demon s/o and in their doing something sexual she prefers to be dominant but will be submissive at times? (I'm sorry if this seems like a odd request, feel free to ignore if you don't like it but thank you for reading my request :) )

Hello this is my final ask for now, but I was wondering if I couldget a imagine for Sebastian x female reader who LOVES horror movies and unlike most people who gets creped out she absolutely loves them and likes to try and figure out why the serial killers kills and gets mildly irritated when the characters make a stupidmistake that could have been avoidedAnd if there's a demon hound/cat she finds it oddlycute when its first shown. Also accidentally lets out a giggle if something stupid happens

Hello can I get a HC for Sebastian x female reader who has a seriously terrifying temper, as she doesn't loose it often and tends to bottle up her anger, so when she is finally letting go of her anger you don't want to be near her. (I.e.one time she had to be physically restrained by three people and a locked car to prevent her from unintentionally killing someone who had caused her family so much pain and tore them apart)(sorry if the type of anger above makes you uncomfortable to write)

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What would happen if Sebastian meets Whisper (from Yokai Watch)? Lol, 🤣🤣Just though of it since they're both butlers, well Sebastian moreso lolz. 😆

If you write for him, Scenario (or if you want, headcanons, whichever you prefer) Of what if Ronald Knox accidently fell in love with a human?

Hey can you do one with Ciel and his s/o going to woman's house in order to pretend to be babysitter to get edvience about a case of missing people around the woman's neighborhood but all the way there his lover and him bickered about who will babysitting the baby and they get locked in by the woman? I don't know if this is vague or it is not good for you but I hope it seems right.

Currently went to the pet shelter and fell in love with a black cat called "Mr. Black" but at the same time I also fell in love with a black puppy Called "Blue"! Can I get a scenario with sebastian's s/o pleading with him to let them adopt both? :) I'm both a huge cat/dog lover!

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Could I request a scenario in which Sebastian and Ciel try to compete for the reader? Like, they try to embarrass each other in front of her, and flaunt their best qualities! Thank you very much!

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This is like really random, but could you ever see Claude Faustus or Sebastian Michaelis swing dancing? Idk, I just feel like if they existed in like the 40s or the 50s they'd be hella hot XD like badass greasers omg!!!!! When you have the time, could you please do headcanons of this? :) (not them dancing together, but with the reader?)

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Hmmmmm, hc's for what it'd be like to take a road trip with Seb and Ciel~? Maybe in the summer? ^^ ✨

Ooh ooh idea! Scenario with daddy!Sebby and his kids & s/o (got idea from reading the whole Sebastian and Ciel (separate) family and being fathers headcanon thing. CX)

*deep inhale* All your scenarios with it thus far have been super adorable, sO!! S/O (playfully) put-out with Seb always sneaking up on them to tickle them, and determined to make him let them have a turn to get back at him~? ^_^ Give the cutie a taste of his medicine 🖤

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Cuddly Agni after seeing his s/o have an anxiety attack due to being at a large party that Prince Soma hosts

Can I have a scenario of Sebastian and his s\o pull a prank on a girl who has a fear of demons? Sorry if it seems vague.

That Prompt wink wink: Sebastian trying to seduce reader for info, but finding out they're actually ace, and sex-repulsed~ (rip Seb)

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Can I have a scenario with Ciel dealing with his s/o who has psychosis? I don't know if you like this request or not so...

Oh wow hi look at that they're open~!! : D So maybe some sweet headcanons for how Sebastian would get his s/o ready for bed/put them to sleep~? ^_^ 🖤

I know he isn't the most popular one to ask for but could you maybe write something for Viscount Druitt where he suddenly gets all head over heels over the reader after seeing her on one of auctions and decides to buy her? Could it be serious and sort of dramatic? Thank you so much I love your blog :3

Hiiii! Could you write Sebastian reacting to a girl who's super interested in demons so she goes to the Phantomhive Manor at night to explore it while he's still haunting it? This is a modern au of course :3. Maybe he also knows the girl's fears...

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PET ep 5

Ari made the we i r de s t noise waking up. i feel bad for anyone who might've heard it as she rolled over. Only to fall on the floor with a 'thump'. She opened her eyes a bit and looked up at the seeing, seeing the clock she had installed up there. 7:30 am. She got to her feet and shook her mouse to her computer, only to see V-Tale had shut off. Seems her entire computer had restarted..woops. She got to her feet and brushed herself off slightly, looking over at the bed, hoping her best friend hadnt woken up by her fall. Era blinks, snapping out of her thoughts when hearing a quiet thump. She proceeds to quickly get out of bed after hearing the noise- What if there's a intruder in the house?? Oh no that'd be bad. She opens her door before walking over to Ari's room and proceeding to knock on it "Heyyy are you okay?" Well Ari, you.. technically woke her up? She was awake anyways, she was just going back to sleep Ari walked over to the door and opened it quietly, giving a yawn first thing "oh- uh. Yea. sorry if i woke you." she mumbled "just fell off my chair-" she paused "-again.." that was some guilt. She chuckled to laugh it off and gave a tiny smile "did you get any, or well..enough sleep?" she asked, lightly patting her friend on the head "No you didn't wake me up it's okay- I was already awake." She blinks, staring at Ari "Uhm,, I think I did? Did you?" "I have no idea when i fell asleep. I walked into my room, watched VT for awhile and woop there i went." she muttered, rubbing her eyes slightly, "so..im not sure. but i mean.. i dont feel tired? like, more tired then normal. i feel normal, i guess." "Well that's good- If you feel normal, I mean- I dunno I'm still terrible with words." She pauses, taking a step backwards "M gunna go downstairs uhm, join me if you want to." She turns around, heading downstairs quietly Ari blinked, was Era okay? Was that normal? She tried recounting the times this had happened before, not remembering any.. She darted downstairs quickly and went and sat on the couch (not ontop of Max luckily), looking outside the window. The sun was up already, darn. Era looked over to Ari "Well that was fast." She blinks, looking over to where Max was sleeping on the couch "How was the talk with the newcomer yesterday?" Era questions, before sitting down on the couch herself "Max? Or Vincent?" she turned to look at her friend, then shrugged "Vincent, im p sure you heard that whole thing. i was kinda shook when i heard gunshots though. And Max seems cool. She watches VT and apparently didnt seem to know we lived right under north carolina. which is interesting. considering we're in south carolina. And she seems really eager about this job." she paused "..Era, you werent like, jealous or anythin were you? You sure acted like it. or was that just salt?" "Oh, well I mean, it's a good thing if she's eager about the job?" Era blinks, "Just my usual salt. I'm always salty over everything." Haha,, Max shifted on the couch, opening her eyes for a second before closing them again, determined to stay asleep. She knew she wasnt gonna stay asleep though. Ari blinked, that was the most obvious lie shes ever heard. "...oh my god you fuckin dork" she snickered slightly "Era your my best friend. aint nobody replacin you. got that?" she poked her friends nose and smiled softly, "besides, i just met this person. you know how my meetings can vary. Pissed, to shy, to overly happy. You had this same reaction with Angy, and me and Ang are just friends. not the bestest friends in all the multiverse." Era sighs "Ahhh, I know- sorry just. Uhm. Weird anxiety things?? But thanks hah." Ari nodded "i understand that..now, um, i do have something not as bright to ask. When are we going up a state to go meet Billy, because like..we kinda need to know our lives. considering our weird 'come back from the dead' issue." Era pauses, looking out towards the window for a moment "Uhm.. We should.. I don't know an exact time but like, we should do it pretty soon considering we don't know how many lives we even have. So, like, around today or tomorrow I guess? It kind of depends." "...Hey lil eavesdropper! we're goin to meet the Acachallas!" she called over to Max, havin known she was awake, before lookin back at her friend "We could do it today but i don't think Vincent wants to go somewhere, Arthur will hit me, Angy will say 'nope' and take a sip of sprite. and i dont want only two of us going, thats hella dangerous. they've got nukes." "..It sounds stupid but, maaaayyybe we could bring Max along? As like.. a test mission? Are you okay with doing that Max?" Max groaned. She felt slightly excited by hearing any of this, but sleep felt like a much better option. She just slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I'll do it, sure...." Ari made a snorting noise "that was a lovely noise. Alright" she clapped her hands together "What do you both want for breakfast" if anyone says Macaroni your going to have a very angry mom on your hands "I want ... wwaannntt.. cereal." "Ill eat whatever you got that isnt sausage, honestly.." Ari nodded "got it." off she goes into the kitchen Era blinks, looking over to Max "....." Klondike ears perked up "Thank you for not eating sausage" "??" "Uh, hi...." "Okay before you get confused Max, that's Klondike, a demon we have because of Spop." "Uh, okay...then..." mmm demons, woo, cause thats not gonna keep her up at night "They're friendly enough so don't worry." "I guess.." Sliiiides back into the room. she put eggs and Toast on Max's lap, and set down what looked to be juice on the side table, going over to Era and giving her some frosted flakes cereal™. She glanced at Klondike and rose an eyebrow "do you know what Spop likes to eat because i wanna get somethin ready for when she gets up." Era immediately starts eating her cereal, giving a quiet "Thanks" to Ari Max looked slightly more awake, especially with the food sitting in front of her. "Thanks dude." Piggy shrug "Spop is a strange girl. She likes worms" "...We dont..have worms but. i can make do." she grinned and ran into the kitchen, coming out with a packet of gummy worms, showing them to Klondike "will these do?" she looked back at Max and Era "no problem btw. I make breakfast for everyone alot." "You lied about not having worms" "These arent worms but okay." she went and put the gummy worms on the side table to a chair and then went back into the kitchen, coming out a few seconds later with eggs, toast, and bacon, hiding the bacon from Klondike's view. there she goes, sitting next to Era again. nom nom time "kay, wait. how are we going to explain to the group why we're disappearing. We cant just. poof. We're the leader and co-leader, and Max is a new member." she hummed "We tell them we're going to get a book on how many lives we have and put whoever we trust as leader and co-leader for the time being." "Arthur-" that was immediate, no thought there "Hes been here as long as me, and hes ore responsible then Angy...or. god forbid, Vincent." "Okay well, Arthur is the leader, Angy is kind of co-leader I guess while we leave." Up from Spop's room a frantic scream is heard "WHERE IS MY BEANIE?!!!!" "Alright then. i doubt any of em are gonna get up anytime soon and." she checked the time again, humming "its currently like 2 pm for North Carolins-" she snickered when hering the scream, bursting into uncontrollable laughter, A r i n o Klondike leapt from his place and ran upstairs to help the Spop Ari got up and ran to the closet, opening the door to take out her quiver, and taking a cat earred beanie out of it. Up the stairs she went to go into Spops room "Spop heyy, i still,, uh. had your beanie. oops. Uh. Worms are downstairs on a table if you want to eat" she smiled and lightly tossed the beanie to Spop Spop looked at Ari and caught the beanie "Thank you" ;u; beanie is hugged Ari gave a thumbs up and ran back downstairs "oooh kay. as i was saying. its now 3 pm for the north fucks. So if we wanna get up there it'd be a good idea to get outta the house asap. So.." she shrugged "we'd only be gone for like a day unless we decide to hang out there for awhile. but i doubt we will." "Well uhm. Guess we should pack then. Right now." Era stands up, walking over to where she placed her catbag near the front door, picking it up and putting on her high-heel boots "Okay I'm ready." Max just grabbed her over-stuffed laptop bag and put on her sandals. She literally never had anything more than that. Ari snickered, running upstairs, she came back down with two papers, simply having their deaths and causes written down. "welll, im ready too. Maxi?" she glanced at the other nerdo, putting one of the papers on the table and quickly writing a note for the other PET members "I'm ready, bro." Spop looked at the people about to leave. "You are gonna come back right??" Era walks over to the front door, proceeding to open it "Yep! We'll be gone for around a few hours or so. Maybe a day. Now lets goooo!" Ari nodded "kay, got it. The note just tells them where we're goin, what we're doing, and whos in charge.- Oh, Spop! i almost forgot- uh.." she paused, then blinked "Era, im not leaving my daughter alone with the maniac.s" "There's only one maniac though, shouldn't Spop be safe with Arthur and Angy?" Narrows eyes "Do you really trust Arthur and Angy with Spop?" "Nope." "Spop, you're comin along. Grab Klondike, your worms, and lets go" she muttered, out the door she goes to get the car started "Ok!" She runs off to get what she needs Era proceeds to walk outside too, heading over to the car but not going inside of it yet, waiting for Spop and Max to come out too Spop runs back out with Klondike and her gummy worms Max walked slowly out behind Spop, picking through her bag for something. Era grabs the handle of the car door, flinging it open "Well- lets get in the car, since that's a thing you need to do." She slides into the shotgun seat Max sat on the back right, closing the door and already staring out the window. Spop sat in the backseat next to Max Ari sliiides herself into the drivers seat, putting the papers in the side thing and starting the car. Woop woop roadtrip Era smiles, "Roadtrip start! Ari don't crash the car." Ari chuckled "i wooont" looks abck at Max and Spop "i dont have a drivers license." she warned, looking into the side mirror. Out of the driveway they go Spop looked out the window, fixated on the outside world

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Josh: Mom just told me. congrats.

Troi: I am so proud of you Vinny! Congratulations babe! I've never been happier for you, for us!

Spencer: Congratulations Vinny! When Adam gets back from his Medical Retreat we need to go for drinks! Congrats!

Abby: Congrats big brother! I can't wait to come visit and see you on stage!

Amelia: Congratulations! I’ll see you at 2 for lunch and you can tell me all about it! Mak: Congratulations Vinny!

Kevin. MY. GOD. VINCENT ANDREW DEPOLA HOW ON EARTH DID YOU KEEP THIS HIDDEN FROM ME?!?! CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING CAST AS SEYMOUR!

Unknown Number: Congratulations!

V: thanks, who's this?

(718) 565-3489: you know who this is, we met up for drinks the other night in Queens.

(718) 565-3489 : had to get out of Manhattan to make sure your boyfriend didn't hear anything about it.

V: oh ya, thanks.

(718) 565-3489 : that's it? I'll remember that the next time we hook up, and you wanna fuck me.

Vinny sighed and looked from the phone in his gloved hands, to the city street in front of him. Scanning the empty street for anyone he could potentially know. As if even seeing them would allow the other to know who Vinny was messaging. The sender's comments made him recall the night in questions, and the corners of his lips pulled into a smile as he replied.  

V: listen, I've got some things to do today. So I'm going to have to cut this short. But, I expect to see you at my place tonight at 6. He’ll be gone for a few hours.

(718) 565-3489 : fire escape, or front door.

V: fire escape, just so you don't run into him. I don't need that

(718) 565-3489 : Your wish is my command - T

Upon sending his last message Vinny locked his phone and let out an even heavier sigh as he leaned on the concrete wall of the building he had just walked out of prior to the bombardment of Text​ message - well wishes. Pushing off of the wall Vinny began his walk down the street heading towards Times Square, and the subway. There was a slight chill in the air, causing Vinny to wrap his arms around his midsection, and pulling his leather jacket closer to his body to conserve warmth.

A smile began to tug at his lips again as he recounted the morning.

--

The day had already began to speed by, though when one wakes up at six to be out the door by seven the time just begins to fly from the second you actually leave the bed. He had left Troi in the warm blankets that morning, to make his way to the gym to beat the rush. (The treadmill he liked at his gym always seemed to be taken if he was late, even If it was by five minutes.) So arriving precisely at seven fifteen gave him enough time to get his workout, shower, and get dressed into human attire by eight. Today had been no different until he left the gym and his phone began buzzing, like a virgin's vibrator on crack.

“Hello, This is Vincent….”  

“Vinny, it's Camille! Would you be able to stop by the midtown studio space this morning?”

“Of course I can! What time?”

“Now, would be nice”

“I'm on my way, I’ll be there by nine!”

Jumping on the subway almost immediately after the phone call, Vinny had arrived at the rehearsal space to find his agent Camille in the lobby of the building looking as if she had just ran down the stairs of the familiar building from the rehearsal space on the fifth floor.

“Vinny!” The woman said with a grin as she took the boy into her arms. Camille was quite short, so she normally came up to Vinny's shoulder, but in her heels today she was almost at eye level. “I'm so glad you could make it, I have two people who would really like to speak to you. It was last minute but apparently they're on a tight schedule. So they needed to get a hold of you A-S-A-P.” “Oh, alright?” Vinny said confusion clear on his face. “Vinny..” Camille said her grin still growing as she stepped into the elevator and dragging Vinny in with her,  the door closing behind them “...you got the part! You’re Seymour!”

-- 2:30 PM Cilantro - Upper West Side, New York City

“Oh, the second your mom read that Playbill article, it got plastered all over Facebook and you were tagged EVERY TIME. If I didn't get the call from Chrissy, I would have seen at least one of the 25 posts your family made!”

“God Amelia, I'm glad we weren't friends when I made it into Idiot. She went crazy. You would never have let me live it down. I mean I shouldn't complain though. She is my mother, Troi’s is just as bad.”

“I mean I would kill for my mom to be half as excited about a part I get. But that my friend is a totally different story. How was Troi when he found out?”

“Oh, he was happy. He had a bunch of errands to run earlier before he got to the studio earlier. So we haven't talked much just yet.”

Amelia took a sip of her mimosa and smiled across the table at Vinny. She was probably the oldest friend he had in the city, nonetheless​ the only one here who knew almost all of Vinny's past with and without Troi. The pair had met when Vinny was touring with American Idiot, and freshly single. In a different time and place Vinny felt Amelia might have been a perfect girlfriend for him, but with her lack of the desired plumbing and the fact that on one drunken night they may have made out, she held the coveted best friend spot and nothing more. But, of course Vinny never told Prima he might have been replaced. “Im glad things are finally working out between you guys. It was rough for a while on tour there. Until, you and Travis were a thing for a bit. You know he's in the city now, I dunno for how long but he’s got a place in Queens.” “Ya don't say?” Vinny said grabbing his Margarita and taking a large gulp of the drink.

“Ya, but we all know how you feel about taking the W into Queens. Vincent Depola doesn’t leave Manhattan unless it’s for a good reason.”

Almost instantly Vinny placed his drink down with a little too much force, and looked from Amelia to his phone. “Looks like I struck a nerve?” “No, I’m just not really in the mood to deal with any drama. And, you know drama follows him.” “Oh I know, I was living through the times of you guys screwing around AND the months following when y’all were just hating fucking. Thank god thats over” “Amen” Vinny added as he looked down at their empty plates. “So when are you going back on tour? Or, are you looking more for something more stable in the city?” “Well it depends on how the next two weeks go on Raph’s residency. I’ve got a few auditions lined up either way. If he’s leaving the city, I might jump on a tour, but there are also some workshops in and out of the city I could hop into if he stays. Why? Are you already going through withdrawls from me?” Laughing Vinny added “No! Well sort of.. I dunno.” “What’s eating at you?” Amelia responded, her tone switching almost instantly from upbeat to concern. “Nothing really, I mean it’s just weird to finally be tied down…” Sipping at his drink he continued. “...Like literally I went from the tour, to spending time home for a few months, and now I'm with Troi in New York. This isn't little old Trigger, this is the real world. And believe me I have never been happier with Troi but I just, I'm by myself too much. Granted now that I'm in the show I'll be able to rehearse and spend time with other people. But, until then it was just Troi and I, and on occasion Spadam. And you know how it is dating a dancer, or at least someone in a similar field as you. If your schedule don't align sometimes you're lucky to see them at night, again if you're lucky.”

“You sound perfectly normal Vin! It sucks, you know I know it. And that’s why I’m engaged to a doctor now. But, this is just your nerves from being pent up this long without anything really happening. Ya, you had the audition grind going, but until something happens you're on edge waiting to snap. You're in a Broadway Show now, you're going to be fine.”

Sighing, Vinny looked over at Amelia with a smile now. “I am. I'm in a Little Shop of Fucking Horrors. Finally!”

“And that's why this is on me” She added placing a credit card on the check.

--- 4:45 PM

Stepping back into the cold afternoon air the two embraced in front of the store for a moment, and then Vinny began his walk towards Central Park. Though the park wasn't too crowded this time of day, Vinny didn't mind the people that much. And, it was the fastest way to get home even if it did take him almost an hour at his leisurely pace. He enjoyed his time alone, it was something he got a lot of. But, ever since the tour ended and he went back to Trigger, it hadn't felt like he had taken a moment to just breathe, even when he was alone.

One moment he was single, and moving back home, the next he had a date with Troi. A date, that put them back on each other's radars. It took some time before he was even capable to even think about kissing Troi. Then it just happened, and happened, and happened. Numerous times, sometimes multiple at a time. Things just fell back into place, as if it was a four piece puzzle, not the complex thousand piece jigsaw their lives really were. It’s not that the two forgot about their previous qualms, but they spent almost a month just accepting the past was in the past, taking a tip from a popular ice queen and just ‘letting it go’. Most importantly though Blaise Monroe was out of their lives, and one thousand two hundred and eighty four miles away living a poor excuse of a life in Trigger, what a wash-up.

There were some days though that Vinny wondered what would have happened if he was still in Trigger? If the couple hadn’t rekindled and moved back to NYC to share Troi’s loft apartment. Would he be on another tour? Would he just be living the same washed up life, that Blaise Monroe was currently living? Or, would Travis still be in the picture, or at least in more then---

“Watch it man!” a cab driver shouted as Vinny stepped back onto the curb, lost in his thoughts and almost catching the cab’s drivers side mirror. “Damn it” Vinny mumbled under his breathe as he regained his bearings. About Halfway through the park, he could see the back of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on his left, and knew he had to go a bit more south if he wanted to get into his neighborhood without leaving the park. Walking on the streets around the park was almost as bad as Times Square. Why people flocked to this place, not even he knew. It was a beautiful park, but there were other wonders to see in the city. That were not inhabited by homeless people pissing all around, or thirsty gays cruising the bathrooms.  Turning passed the Alice in Wonderland statue, Vinny felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and Troi’s voice enter his ears.   “Hey there handsome” Leaning back into the other man’s arms Vinny felt his cheeks rise into a smile. Turning around he placed his hands around Troi’s neck and kissed him softly, letting his short beard rub against Troi’s stubble ridden face. “How’s my boyfriend? No excuse me how’s the new Seymour Krelborn in the Little Shop Revival!“ “I’m fine! I’m fine! Still letting it all sink in!” Vinny responded to Troi’s enthusiasm with his own. “Of course you are!” “How’d you know I was here?” Vinny added as he laced his hand into his boyfriends and continued the walk towards their apartment. “ I mean I’m far from complaining at all, I just thought you were going to be at the studio for most of the night teaching” “I was talking to Rhea about finding out you got the part, and she said she’d cover my night class. Under the conditions that I take you out to celebrate.” “ I will never feel bad about getting to spend more time with you babe, but that is entirely your call.” Looking away from his boyfriend and around the street to see where they had exited the park. Stopping for the light Vinny sighed softly, inaudible to anyone but himself,  

“Of course I want to take you out tonight! Do you mind if I take a run to the gym first though?”

Almost immediately Vinny smiled at Troi and nodded his head. “Ya, totally!” Vinny added with a little too much excitement.

“Wow, someone's happy I'm not just at the studio,and actually going out of my way to put a little extra muscle on.”

Vinny couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend's response as he reached his free hand over to jokingly feel Troi’s abs.

“Not enough yet.”

-- 5:55 PM

(718) 565-3489 : I should be there a little after seven ;)

“Vinny! Have you seen my shaker?”

Quickly locking his phone, Vinny looked up from the couch towards his boyfriend in the bathroom. “Uh, probably in the kitchen, or maybe your gym bag?” He added hopping up from his place on the couch and moving towards the window to unlock it. “Do you need a protein shake today? I mean we are going for dinner afterwards. I don't want to be the one eating a five course meal and then you have a carrot. Those days are long over.”

Emerging from the bathroom Troi was in a pair of joggers and a t-shirt, tugging on a hoodie while almost walking into their kitchen counter. “You're right I guess, I'm only gonna be gone for forty five minutes max.”

“Good! Now go! I'm hungry” Vinny shot back playfully at Troi, as he wrapped his arms around the other and kissed him softly. Biting Troi's lower lip gently, Vinny pulled away and ran his hands over Troi's abdomen once more. “I love you.”

“I love you too!” Troi added with another quick peck, as he gathered his keys and drawstring bag and headed out the door.

As soon as the door shut Vinny practically ran too it to lock both the deadbolt and chain the door, making sure there was no way of potential disruptions. From the door, he made his way to the bathroom to throw some water on his face and check his reflection. He had changed when he had gotten home, from his casual wear to his Grade-A bum attire. Sweat shorts, an oversized hoodie, and his thick framed glasses Because, contacts just hurt after a while.

Staring at himself in the mirror Vinny closed his eyes tightly and ran a hand through his messy hair. Then he heard it, a light rapping on the living room window. The window had opened as he returned to the room to see his guest finishing his window entrance. Brushing himself off and placing his bag on the floor, Vinny’s eyes trailed up the familiar body and he smiled when he reached the man’s face which was covered in shadow from his hood. Not caring about the cold breeze coming through the open window, Vinny stepped closer and placed his lips to the other man’s. Wrapping his arms around him, Vinny broke the kiss to place his head on the others shoulder. The other man did not hesitate to place his stubble ridden mouth onto Vinny’s now exposed neck, tugging lightly on the skin with his teeth. Swatting the back of the man’s head Vinny dragged them down to the couch, where he was straddled by the other male. “No marks!” Reaching around the others waistband, Vinny let his hands wander across the other’s ass and playfully squeezed. Catching the other's mouth in his own Vinny began to remove the others hoodie when --

“Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight. She is the one named Sailor Moon!”

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” The other said un-straddling Vinny as the latter ran his hands up his face and began laughing softly. Standing up and closing the window; the other man leaned on the counter top, one arm on the counter the other rubbing his face.

Laughing still, Vinny bent down and fished out two phones from the bag by the window and brought them over too the counter. Placing his hand on the other’s neck he ran it north towards the man's hair,  and in doing so he pushed down the hood revealing Troi from the shadow.

“Babe, next time you decide to seduce me as a stranger. Turn your old phone’s ringer off ,maybe?”

Grinning at his boyfriend Troi grabbed Vinny's waist to pull him into his side, and kiss the other's forehead while on the balls of his feet. Still biting back laughter Vinny pulled Troi into his chest and kissed the top of the shorter boys head.

“Jeeze, I wish I could say this was the first time I've been cock blocked by Sailor Moon.”

“Hey, it's probably my mother trying to get a hold of you in the first place.”

“Even better! I wish I could say that this was the first time getting cock blocked by your mother.”

Picking up the iPhone in the Sailor Moon case, Vinny saw the missed call was in fact from his future mother in law, and handed the phone back to Troi; before returning to the foreign phone still on the counter.

“So this, is what's finally given you a New York area code.” “Surprise!” Troi added sarcastically as he relocated by hugging the other from behind. Vinny, while toying around with the phone, felt Troi run his hands down his sides and under his hoodie. “ I can give you the entire tour of it, after we take care of something else.” Letting,his hands lower from Vinny’s abs, Troi slipped under the waistband of Vinny’s sweatpants and began searching for his target.

“Oh really now?” Vinny said as he turned (not gracefully) to face his boyfriend, and caught Troi’s lips in his own. Running his own hands across the other’s chest, Vinny straightened himself up and walked Troi backwards to their room. Breaking the kiss, as they crossed the threshold into the dark room Vinny softly pushed Troi onto the bed, and closed the door behind him. “I mean you still need to get a workout in before dinner” “I mean I could use a protein shot.” “Oh ya? Like you needed one the other night at that shady speakeasy in Astoria?” “Hey, that dinner was painful, a little exciting sex in a seedy bathroom livened it up a bit” “God I love you..” Running his hands down Troi’s sides Vinny noticed that in the time it took him to close the door, and make the room completely black Troi had removed his shirt and hoodie. His skin warm, as Vinny felt the smaller boy quiver under his touch. Tracing designs along the other’s chest, his hands teased the soft skin of Troi’s nipples. Where he tweaked the other softly, gaining an audible gasp from the boy under his touch. ‘I thought you weren’t going to follow through with your texts when Rhea let you out early.” Leaning down towards Troi’s left nipple Vinny placed his lips and began teasing the other with his tongue and biting softly on the erect flesh. “And miss out on this? Why did you think I decided to go to the gym? Babe,” Troi gasped and tried to regain his composure. “...today is my off day. I was at the studio all morning. You’re lucky I was able to climb the fire-escape at all.” As Vinny continued to work on Troi’s nipples, and enjoyed the soft sounds of pleasure his boyfriend was making; he began to run his hands up Troi’s muscular arms. Tracing where he knew the other’s key tattoo was, and up his shoulder where his right hand gripped the soft skin that led to Troi’s neck and jawline. Reaching down past Troi’s stomach and into the other’s sweatpants, Vinny squeezed the package that was clad in only a jock-strap. Removing his hand from near Troi’s neck, Vinny leaned up and let his lips mash against Troi’s hungry mouth. Troi wrapped his legs around Vinny’s waist as his boyfriend began to give his neck the same treatment he had previously did on his nipple. Removing his hand from Troi’s sweatpants, Vinny shucked his hoodie off while Troi greedily pulled his muscular boyfriend towards him. Vinny’s skin warming the other’s cold skin under him. While their lips waged war upon each other, their bodies worked together to have Vinny grind on Troi in ways that made the smaller boy moan through their kissing. “And to think, I used to be The Screamer.” Vinny added between panting, as Troi began to suck on his shoulder while his hands need-ily pushed Vinny’s sweat-shorts down. Leaving him exposed to the room, and in position to finish the job the two had set out to do from the beginning. Troi’s sweatpants were next to go as the warmth of their skin on skin began to drive the two wild. Reaching for the lube they kept in the bedside drawer, Vinny’s length pressed up against Troi’s grundle sending the other a bit over the edge. From the touch of Vinny’s length, and the restraint of his jockstrap Troi moaned louder than before, as Vinny silenced him with his lips covering the others. Managing to open the bottle of lube with one hand, and steady Troi with the other, Vinny was about to finish his preparations when --- “Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight. She is the one named Sailor Moon!” Troi let out a groan as he heard his phone go off again, using both of his hands he grabbed Vinny’s waist and looked for the others eyes in the darkness. Feeling Vinny’s nose rub up against the bridge of his own, he looked into where the others eyes were, and pleaded with him. “Forget it, and Fuck me.” Troi all but whispered as he slid his lips once more over his boyfriends.

And Vinny did.