#vince writes stuff

[fluctuating-fanby]

"I lied to you," gasps Cecil.

"Well why would I be mad at you for that, friend?" laughs a freshly-scarred, perpetually-grinning Kevin, voice laced with poisoned ecstasy. "Strexcorp won us over anyway, as they should have all along!"

"I lied to you..." confesses Cecil.

"Not really," reassures a grinning, yellow-robed Kevin, Prophet of the Smiling God, standing atop the sandcastles he built. "I love my town. It's not what it once was, and they don't love me as I love them anymore, but it's here, and it's mine, and we're happy."

"I lied to you!" yells Cecil.

"You gave us hope," sobs a young, wounded Kevin, bravely defiant to the end even when his end refused to come. "And I don't know if I should thank you or curse you for it!"

"I lied to you," whispers Cecil.

"I know," whispers back an old, hollow-eyed Kevin, a wisp of a person lost in the endless sands of time after everything he has known and loved has been blown to dust several times over. "I forgive you."

[xo-myloves]

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𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: @sugarrcherryys ♥︎

𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!!

𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜: 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚛***, 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝... 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙶𝚄𝙽𝚂 '𝙽' 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

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𝙼𝙾̈𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝚄̈𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

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𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁-𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

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𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂

𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛!!

𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢

𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚜

[elvenbeard]

Re-writing / adding onto the "Boat Drinks" scene solely for my own entertainment and headcanon xD The whole scene was always hot to me on the one hand, obviously, but also extremely funny in how over-the-top and ridiculous it all played out xD and I think that meta-level humor is what really really gets me (plus also, if you can't be silly with the person you're fucking, I feel like that would only be half as fun xDD)

So I'm gonna write silly shenanigans into it bc I can uwu

[shepcdr]

i've been quiet and doing a lot of resting up and healing... playing games, watching stuff, and also chattering away on discord. consider me on a sorta soft hiatus as i sleep and sleep and yap my days away!! i will try loading up my queue with ic stuff before i make an official return <3

[judesdrabbles]

Bleak

About an aspiring psychiatrist whose only solution to his mother’s relentless demands and his father’s neglect was to create perfection.

A/N: This is Vincent’s backstory I wrote a while back! It might clear up some habits he has and hopefully explains some of his behavior in ‘The Cure.’ and perhaps future stories with him in it!

word count: 1.4K

warnings: mentions of abuse, obsessive behaviour, (mentions of) drug use

The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound in Vincent's room. It was late - 2.47AM - but he wasn't asleep. He never slept. Not until everything was perfect. The textbooks on his desk were lined up neatly, arranged alphabetically. His notes, rewritten for the third time that week, were stacked symmetrically beside them.

Make the bed, clean the kitchen, rearrange the pantry, scrub the floor, sort the books, iron the clothes, take out the trash, clean the windows..

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. Studying psychiatry was proving to be more demanding than he expected. It wasn’t the material—it was never the material. Vincent devoured knowledge like oxygen. It was the expectation, the pressure that was placed to excel, to be the perfect student. He needed to be better.

His mum barged in, a conceited look on her face. Her eyes scanned around the room as if trying to search for something, anything, in particular. Her gaze locked onto a single pen laying on the floor. Apart from that one singular pen, the floor was neat and spotless.

'What is this, Vincent?' Her voice pierced trough him. His stomach knotted. He knew better than to argue with her. He stood up from his desk and bend over to pick up the pen, then stood in front of her like a soldier; straightened back, pressing his lips together.

'I'm sorry. I was being careless.' He said, his voice low. Do not raise your voice. Do not argue. Do not say anything else.

Comply.

That is what he had learned from his dear mother. That's how she raised him to be.

'You were. You think I don't notice when you slack off?'

'I will be better. I promise.' His words were like a script; rehearsed. He needed to tell her what she wanted to hear. Or bear the consequences.

His mom scoffed, then walked out of the room. The door gave a loud thud before closing. Vincent let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, before sitting down at his desk again.

He put the pen down on the desk, next to all the other pens he used, in a straight and neat line.

Make the bed, clean the kitchen, rearrange the pantry, scrub the floor, sort the books, iron the clothes, take out the trash, clean the windows..

And line up the pens.

It was like a mantra in his head. He had it memorized since he was a kid.

-

The university campus buzzed with life the next day, but Vincent moved trough it like a ghost. His polished shoes clicked against the tiled hallway as he entered the lecture hall, taking his usual seat near the back.

'Yo, Vince!'

He turned to see Ethan, his- well, friend,- slouching down on the chair beside him. Ethan's eyes were bloodshot, his hoodie reeking faintly of weed. Honestly, Vincent had no clue what Ethan did on this university, or how he even got in. But he was bearable. Most of the time.

'Did you sleep at all, man?' Ethan smirked, nudging him with an elbow.

Vincent gave a faint shake of his head. 'No time. Paper due today.'

'Dude, you're definitely gonna burn out some day. Come on, live a little. Go out with me tonight.'

Vincent glanced at him. Did Ethan notice that he asked him that same question every single day, and that he always gave him the same answer?

Before he even opened his mouth, Ethan interrupted him in a low-pitched voice: 'I have no time. You know this.'

He was imitating him.

The corner of Vincent's mouth twitched upwards, resembling a smile.

'You take the words out of my mouth.'

'Yeah, you're gonna die with your nose in a book, man.'

Vincent scoffed. He'd love to.

After the lecture, Ethan had dragged Vincent with him to go out for a smoke by the bridge. Vincent didn't smoke, but he'd usually still go with him. However, most of the time, this was the part of day Ethan decided to do something dangerous. Or illegal. Or both.

Ethan lights his cigarette and hops on the railing of the bridge, reaching in the pocket of his hoodie. When his hand emerged, he held a small bag filled with colorful pills.

There it was.

Dangerous and illegal this time.

Vincent's eyebrows raised. 'Ethan..'

'What?' Ethan’s grin widened. 'Don’t look at me like that. You’re not my mom.'

'You know this is dangerous.'

'And?' Ethan got down and leaned against the railing, shaking the bag slightly. The pills rattled like tiny bones. 'Why do you care, anyway? You're always so wrapped up in your books. Your perfect little bubble. Just let go, man, you're so fucking stuck-up.'

Vincent clenched his fists. 'I can't.'

'Yeah, I figured. That's why you're you, and I'm me.' He opened the bag, popping a pill in his mouth before offering one to Vincent.

Vincent scoffed. Like he wanted to feel whatever fleeting high Ethan was chasing.

'No.' He said.

Ethan sighed, but didn't say much more: he knew better than try to convince him. He tugged the bag back into his pocket.

'You've got it all figured out, huh?'

'What?' Vincent asked, caught off guard. 'Me?'

'Yeah.' Ethan laughed, but it lacked humor. 'Straight A's, parents that give a shit..-'

'My parents don't care.' Vincent interrupted, his voice sharper than he'd expected. But he couldn’t explain it—not to Ethan. How his mother’s approval felt like a lifeline, even though it came wrapped in thorns. How his father’s indifference was a void he could never fill.

'Really? Could've fooled me. But you're gonna crack one day, Vincent. You keep all that pressure bottled up. It's only a matter of time.'

'Maybe.' Vincent says, quietly.

'But hey, when you do, I'll be here. With more of these.' He patted his pocket.

Vincent frowned. 'That’s not funny.'

'Who said I was joking?' Ethan’s grin faltered for a second before he turned away, climbing back onto the railing. He balanced there like it was second nature, his arms outstretched.

'Ethan, get down.'

'Relax.' Ethan leaned forward slightly, the wind catching his hoodie. 'You worry too much.'

'Because someone has to,' Vincent shot back, his voice uncharacteristically loud.

Ethan hopped down, looking at him. His pupils were dilated. The pills worked fast.

'You're a good guy, Vince. Stop caring about a screw-up like me.'

Vincent keeps his gaze on Ethan. Under that jokester facade that he had going on, and a few other layers of emotional suppression, he was just extremely insecure. He had always been.

'You are not a screw-up, Ethan. Just stay the fuck away from that railing.'

-

That evening, Vincent returned home to the sound of his father yelling at the TV. A beer can sat on the coffee table, surrounded by crumbs and cigarette ash. His mother wasn’t home, likely out running one of her endless errands. He would have to fix that mess before she came back.

He stepped around the living room, careful not to disturb anything. In his room upstairs, he closed the door, locking it out of habit. Then, the usual mantra started to drum up in his head again.

Make the bed, clean the kitchen, rearrange the pantry, scrub the floor, sort the books, iron the clothes, take out the trash, clean the windows..

Line up the pens.

He knew he couldn't fix Ethan. He couldn't fix his parents. But at least he could control this. At least, for now, he could make something perfect.

[bumpscosity]

Vince I will always love you….. (she/he/they/it)

[genocidalfetus]

Fifteen Lines

Fifteen lines

Tagged by @wraithsoutlaws and I think I was tagged by a few for this one so I'm gonna do it!

Rules: Post 15 lines (or less) of character dialog. You can include context for the scene if you wish!

"Okay? It's been over two years. On my end, I stopped being angry a few months after I left. I don't hate you, D. Wouldn't be here if I did. But at the same time, things weren't exactly…resolved, ya know?"(Vilem to Dino after he asks if they're okay when Vilem first gets back from Atlanta)

"I like weird. I like you. A lot. You're not like anyone else around here, and believe me that's good. I want you, and the fact that I would be your first only makes it even hotter, if I'm being honest."(Kerry after Vince tells him he's a virgin and wants him to be his first)

"I thought you were smarter than this. Guess I was wrong. I left you alive as a favor to Judy. Don't make me regret that. Walk away and take your little attack dogs with you." (Vince to Maiko before he kills her after she tries to use the Tyger Claws to take him out)

"Just take a damn shower afterwards. Don't wanna smell that Saka stench on you." (Johnny to Vilem before Vilem fucks Goro the night before the parade)

"Yea, been missing him. This is the first time I've visited. Didn't want to. Seeing this place, seeing his niche, just a confirmation that he's…that he's gone. He's really fucking gone, isn't he? Fuck!" (Vince to Johnny at Jackie's niche in the Columbarium)

Would do more but have a headache.

Tagging @sammysilverdyne @taiyo-yokai @dreams-in-green-forests @kharonion @the-archangel @elvenbeard

[blowflyfag]

fucked up that even when they don't put their names attached to articles/go under pseudonyms i can recognize them.

[draconicace]

whatever whatever. dead plate continuation where vince somehow escapes the bistro before it burns or otherwise survives. he spends a few months/years recovering and then finds rody, kidnaps him, and gets ready to turn him into a lovely, delicious pot roast. but first he wants to talk to him. so vince waits until rody returns to consciousness and rody says "oh god, you're haunting me too. please leave me alone i'll get better i'll improve i'll do better i'll do more and more please please leave me alone please please plea—"

and vince goes "the fuck is wrong with you."

turns out rody has been haunted by the ghost of manon ever since the bistro's burning and now thinks a dead vince is also haunting him. he is not doing mentally or physically well. somehow this leads to a terrible and unhealthy bond being formed between rody and vince. can't decide between manon being rody's hallucination or an actual spirit trying and failing to help him move on. rody never improves and continues being crushed by guilt and feelings of inadequacy. vince continues to be obsessed over perfection, regaining his sense of taste and putting the missing ingredient into his food. he tries to tear rody apart and examine his love and grief for manon under a fucked up microscope. probably takes a finger and cooks it or something.

despite everything, rody develops some sympathy for vince. this is mostly due to spending an inordinate amount of time with him and feeling he is being duly punished for 'failing' manon.

manon eventually realizes her efforts are fruitless and she's just hurting rody more. she decides to move on herself and hope against hope that her absence will be what rody needs to live his life for himself. it's like breaking up with him all over again. rody calls her name and there is no answer.

no one achieves their goals and everything ends in tragedy. no self-reflection allowed

[ponds-of-ink]

Quick Spooky-Post Scene: “Meet-Spook at Castle Von Dunkle-Herz”

So, last night, I came up with this idea for a dude getting a heavy crush on this Frankenstein’s monster-type woman. I got so caught up in it that I wrote this scene just to get it out of my system.

Hopefully, this’ll be fun to read as it was fun to write.

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Rain poured as the lone convertible battled the slippery country road. A fast-paced tune of yesteryear kept the driver’s mood calm and collected. Not even a sudden outburst from his robotic French tour guide could make him jump. And, given the sharp bends, he needed this kind of composure.

Eye-brow raising was allowed, however. “Could you repeat that, please?” he asked his guide, once in English and once in French.

“Castle von Dunkle-Herz is a few miles ahead,” the guide repeated in accented English, highlighting something on his car’s electronic map for emphasis. “Locals advise to approach with caution.”

“‘Dunkel-Herz’?” the driver thought as he focused on the road ahead. “This is the very south side of France. What’s a name like ‘Dunkel-Herz’ doing here?”

And the closer he got to said castle, the more puzzled he became. The cliffside gave way to a hilly forest. Lightning flashed much more frequently, as if drawn to the shadowy castle. As he finally neared this foreboding building’s iron gates, the manor itself reminded him of old houses from ancient Dracula films. A far cry from the modern seaside property he left mere hours ago. “Might as well ask the master of the house if I’ve entered another dimension,” he muttered as he parked alongside the stone arches of those gates. “It certainly feels like it.”

He exited the car and stepped into the outside world. The music still played from inside the car, its lyrics now sounding like a beckoning siren.

“I’m waiting for you… I’m waiting for you… I’m waiting for you to come to me…”

Whether or not the music “spoke” for the car or someone in the castle, the man couldn’t tell. It was probably best to leave it up to interpretation.

With this thought in mind, the man shook off any dread and strolled up to the gates. He tugged on the left gate, then nearly stumbled as it swung open. “Hello?” he called out, not knowing what else to do besides entering the front yard. “I think I’ve gotten lost. Very lost, in fact. Can anybody tell me if I’ve accidentally slipped into another world?”

An elderly man emerged from the front door. “What other world?” he asked with an untraceable accent 

“The kind where castles like Von Dunkle-Herz can exist in the south part of France,” the traveller explained, more baffled than annoyed.

The elder’s eyes lit up from the lightning. “Ah,” he said with a grin and a bow. “You are not the first to question the location of the modern Von Dunkle-Herz. Consider me and my household a transfer from a different ‘world’— Not you, sir.” He watched his listener process this new information. “Well, don’t stand there getting sick!” the Von Dunkle-Herz cried out impatiently. “Come inside! We can discuss more in the foyer.” So saying, he slipped behind the front door.

The man, against all better judgment, followed inside. He took off his wool beanie and hung it on the closest thing to a hat rack. Then, realizing his lack of manners thus far, smiled sheepishly at his host. “I don’t think I’ve introduced myself,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Vince. Vince Phillips, if we’re going by full names.”

The elder returned the gesture with a surprisingly firm handshake. “Doctor Lucius Von Dunkle-Herz,” he replied cordially. “Though you can simply call me Doctor Herz. No need to complicate what can be simplified.”

“‘Guess you can call me ‘Phillips’, then,” Vince shrugged before letting go of the doctor’s hand. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your doctorate? I’ve got a bassist gig back home, but you sound like you’ve got a pretty hefty degree.”

“It is more of an inherited title,” Doctor Herz said before gesturing to the entire room before then. “Though the house is much different, our family creed stays the same: ‘das Unerreichbare verfolgen’. That is, to put it roughly in your tongue, ‘to pursue the unattainable’— And I do it through my various experiments.”

Vincent nodded. He was ready to ask about these experiments, but something moved in the corner of his eye. His head turned towards the foyer’s massive staircase. A towering shadow stood on the top step. “I-Is that one of your experiments?” he questioned in a hoarse voice.

Doctor Herz followed his visitor’s gaze. His jolly mood dampened. “Yes, that she is,” he answered flatly. “My prized creation, in fact.” Then, raising his voice, he called out: “Igorine! What are you doing out of bed?”

The bulky figure descended the top step. Her yellowed eyes twitched with uncertainty. “I heard noises,” she responded, her husky voice rumbling the air. “Are your machines all right?”

“They are fine, Igorine,” Doctor Herz said flatly. “But our new guest won’t be if you do not make yourself friendly. Come down here and introduce yourself.”

Igorine cautiously climbed down the rest of the staircase. She brushed back a strand of her long, curly hair; then trudged her way towards Vince. “I am Igorine Von Herz,” she announced calmly, holding out her heavily-stitched arm. “The Doctor’s only assistant. And you are?”

Vince took Igorine’s hand. His face burned red as he kept glancing at various traits. The multicolored patches of skin that made her the living equivalent of a patchwork quilt. The equally varied strands of curled hair— Clearly a result of limited resources on the Doctor’s end. Those yellow, wide eyes that seemed to always stare with a sense of dread and curiosity. All of these (plus the general looming build) made his heart race. “Vince,” he sputtered after what felt like an eternity on his end. “Vince Phillips.” He paused to compose himself, then resumed. “Has the doctor ever told you that you look absolutely stunning?” he questioned softly, helpless to his own flustered state of mind.

Igorine raised her head. “No,” she replied simply. “Have I stunned you like a deer in the headlights?”

“You have surprised him like a sunset after a thunderstorm,” Doctor Herz cut in, pulling Vince away with his arm. “A strange reaction for one so misshapen, Mister Phillips. Perhaps all of your travelling has made you out-of-sorts.” He guided the poor man towards a side room. “Some of my best soup will bring you back to reality.”

All Vince could do was give a few quick glances in Igorine’s direction. “I hope that soup isn’t some rose-tinted potion,” he thought as they entered a spacious dining room. “Igorine would just look boring underneath that spell.”

[fluctuating-fanby]

Summary: Prince Cecil of Night Vale sets off on a journey into a Desert Otherworld to find his missing lover, who disappeared into thin air a year ago. He instead finds himself with his enthusiastically bloodstained counterpart from a rival kingdom, a Prophecy foretelling their doom at each other's hands, fragmented glimpses of the past and future, and increasingly concerning clues about what, exactly happened to Carlos the Alchemist.

...when he finds Carlos and brings him home, he is dragging him to bed to take a nice, long nap.

[vanitasmori]

absolutely unhinged in the modern paranormal universe

[xo-myloves]

Ok I’ll redo it

First Vince Neil fic. Set around the saints of Los Angeles tour. The reader is a costume designer for the tour and on the last day of the tour she surprises Vince with a sexy costume

Okay thank you sm for resubmitting!! And ofc doll!

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍-𝚘𝚏𝚏—𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝༞༞༞༞༞

Mötley crüe, you either love them or hate them, you think they are degenerates with no soul, or the best guys on the earth aka hottest men, I mean we have old man mick. Big dick Tommy, sexy Nikki, and the last one to leave, Mr fucking Vince Neil.

I drool over this man, he is everything ive ever wanted, his blonde hair, his eyes. That face he made when he came, oh… too much?

I don’t even know how I got lucky enough to get the chance to be the fashion designer and director behide every show, i was all up in their business, always touching them making sure everything fit, especially right.

paying special attention to the blonde singer..

His comments always got me..

“Woah you have a way with your hands”

“Go further you might find something else you’ll like”

“Touchy much?”

Such a cocky prick.

Fuck i want his cock.

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The final show of the Saints of Los Angeles tour was buzzing with energy. Fans filled the arena, the roar of anticipation bleeding through the backstage walls. You were tucked in the wardrobe area, making last-minute adjustments to costumes that had already seen a lifetime of chaos over the tour.

And then there was Vince Neil.

Every night, he brought his untamed energy to the stage, strutting in outfits you had meticulously pieced together. While the other guys teased and occasionally grumbled about wardrobe tweaks, Vince always gave you that playful grin and a wink, making the long hours worth it.

Tonight, though, you had something special planned.

The idea had been simmering in your mind for weeks. After watching Vince bring the house down night after night, you wanted to do something bold to celebrate the tour’s end—and maybe let him know just how much he’d been on your mind. So you worked quietly, stitching together a custom leather jacket with intricate silver embellishments that caught the light just right. But the real pièce de résistance was what you planned to wear.

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As the minutes ticked closer to showtime, you carried Vince’s new jacket to his dressing room. The sound of him warming up his vocals hit your ears before you even opened the door. When you stepped inside, he glanced up, his expression softening when he saw you.

“Hey, Vinny” you teased, holding up the jacket. “I’ve got your final-night look right here.”

Vince’s eyes widened as you held the jacket up. “Damn,” he said, walking over to inspect it. “You outdid yourself, sweetheart. This is incredible.

“Well, you’ve got a show to put on don’t ya?” You smiled, but there was a glimmer in his eye that made your breath catch.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he said, his voice dropping just slightly.

“I wanted to,” you admitted, stepping a little closer. “But there’s… more to it.”

he would just have to wait…

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The show flew by in a blur of lights, screams, and pure adrenaline. Vince owned the stage in his new jacket, the crowd eating up every move he made. You watched from the wings, heart pounding. You hadn’t felt nervous at all while designing his jacket, but the surprise you had planned for after the show was a different story.

As the encore ended and the crowd began to dissipate, you returned to the wardrobe area to change. You’d crafted a sleek, sexy outfit for yourself—a nod to the rocker edge Vince loved but with a personal touch that you knew would grab his attention. A red lacey lingerie set that you knew he would go crazy for, it push up your tits perfectly, my ass was basically hanging out, I did my makeup even more heavy, I had high big black heels, showing off my body the way it deserved to be.

When Vince came backstage, sweat-soaked and buzzing with energy, his eyes immediately found you. And then he froze. “Holy shit,” he muttered, his voice hoarse from the show.

You grinned, stepping forward. “Surprise.” My eyes looking up at his, blinking a few times, trying to look innocent, yet that I was far from.

He blinked a few times, then let out a low chuckle. “You’re really trying to kill me tonight, huh?”

“Not quite,” you said, taking his hand and pulling him toward the dressing room. “But I figured you deserved something special to end the tour.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and Vince turned to you, his cocky grin softening into something more genuine. “You’ve been making me look good all tour, and now you’re just showing off,” he teased, his hands landing on your waist.

“Someone’s gotta keep up with you,” you shot back, leaning closer, loving the hot feeling of his body getting closer to mine, getting lost in his intoxicating scent.

His lips curved into a smile, and then he kissed you, slow and deliberate, like he’d been waiting for this all tour long. The lace squeeze onto your slightly feeling grip as he pulled you closer.

“Guess I’m not giving this outfit back,” you murmured.

“Hell no,” he said, his breath hot against your neck.

“But don’t expect it to be on you for a while.”

[elvenbeard]

I think one of the small side-aspects I really love about writing fanfiction - or rather, the research for it - is walking around the game I'm writing for and doing location scouting xD It's one of my favourite little pastimes especially in Cyberpunk, "visiting" all the places Vince frequented growing up in Night City for example.

For writing my fics it's kind of like, "okay, where do I want this scene to play out, where could this building be situated" and so on. It's also about gathering inspiration, like, what is the mood like around the time of day this is supposed to take place, is there any cover or are the guys pretty much out in the open? Where could they park their car? How quickly could they get away from here unnoticed?

Sometimes I change small details, e.g. turn a building that appears to be a hotel in Night City into the MSM records studio because it fits with how I picture it in my head xD Or I put a new building that only exists in my headcanon into an empty or abandoned lot. Maybe once I'm done with the fic, or somewhere along the line I'll share my map notes xD

If you don't know it, I highly recommend the browser-version of the in-game map (it's even better than the in-game map, cause it's more like a satellite view):

It's not only cool for note-taking for fic writing, it's also amazing for tracking your progress with all the stuff you can discover around the city!

And, for the fic writers who are as obsessed with worldbuilding/details as I am when it comes to your writing, I also can only recommend this amazing Reddit post:

OP sat down and entered (almost) all the street names you can find on signs in game into the map :D An immense time-saver XD

[sturnsdarling]

'Stay the fuck away from her'

{based on this ask I left in @sturnioz inbox} fratboy!chris leaves shy!reader alone at a party for the first time and it goes south, quickly.

vibe check: fighting, violence etc, pressure to do drugs, fratboy!chris being a guard dog, fratboy!matt being a lil bruiser (i love him) a TINY bit of fluff bc I cant help myself and I'm a sucker for an asshole (fb!chris) with a soft spot (s!reader)

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A/N: based on cas' fratboy!chris au. FUCK I love this. I had this idea after cas' lil blurb about jealous!fbchris and she told me to write it so mother gets what mother wants. another day another slay y'all lets fucking go. PART TWO HERE

love and cigs, merc

The frat house was nearly vibrating with the movement of hundreds of people, all moving, dancing, fucking and taking drugs in every millimetre of the house.

Chris and Matt were off doing their rounds with the freshers, Chris handing out his new stuff to all the sorority girls that pushed themselves against him before palming them off to Matt, who was just as uninterested in them but of course, made the moves to make the sale.

Tonight was a big night, it being the first party back after Christmas break so, the boys actually left you by yourself for the first time ever to make their rounds. Of course, Chris had instructed Nate to watch over you, but he was so faded that he could barely look after himself.

You were sat on a smelly couch in a back room, pressed in between two rival frat brothers to Chris' frat, both of them fawning over you as you sat there uncomfortably, shifting in your skin at the sensation of them peppering encouraging touches over you.

"come on, baby, one lil pill wont hurt you" one said, holding a small white pill in front of your face, your eyes nearly crossing as you stared at it.

"yeah, it'll be fun, and don't worry, we'll look after you" the other said, menacingly smirking at his frat brother

you shook your head, "I'm alright, I don't do drugs like that" you said, trying to crane your head back from them.

"theres a first time for everything, baby" one of the boys said, pressing his thumb into your chin, attempting to open your mouth as his friend moved the pill closer to your lips.

Nate was sat on the other side of the room, two girls draped over his lap as he sucked on one of their necks, palming the other ones ass.

"oh fuck" he said as he looked over to you, pressed between two frat boys as they waved a pill in front of your face.

He pushed the girls off him and they whined in a huff. He lifted his lips and pulled his phone from his pocket, opening it and calling Chris.

"Chris, dude, theres some guys here n'there all over your girl, touchin' her n'shit, one of them has a pill and kid is basically forcing it in her mouth" he said down the phone.

Chris didn't reply, only hung up the phone with a tsk sound and summoned Matt to follow him.

Within seconds, Chris was in the room, searching around the sea of bodies for you. He met Nates eyes first, who was once again sandwiched between two blondes. Nate pointed over to the other side of the room to you. The sight made Chris' blood boil, a villainous smile etched across his face, shaking his head and pressing his tongue to the side of his mouth as the thought of what he was gonna do to that kid raced through his mind. You were desperately trying to free yourself from the trap the boys had laid for you, squirming as they touched you and edged a pill closer and closer to your lips.

Chris stormed over, taking a long drag of his joint before tossing it to the floor. Just as quick as he arrived at the sofa, his hands were wrapped around one of the boys shirts, pulling him off the sofa and throwing him on the floor. Everyone gasped, moving out the way and gawking at the sight of Chris coming to stand over him.

"dude what th-" the guys questioning was cut off by Chris coming down on him and clocking him round the jaw with a swift punch.

"Chris!" You shouted, jumping off the sofa and grabbing his shoulders.

He shoved you off him and turned back to the kid underneath him, swinging down once more and cracking his jaw off his knuckles.

"y'think you're hard 'cuz you pressure girls into taking your shit pills? huh, kid? y'think you're a fuckin' gangsta?" Chris screamed as he laid into him.

The guy was borderline unconscious as you screamed Chris' name over and over again. Matt came up behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders, "go stand with Nate" Matt said, pushing you in Nates direction.

You nearly fell forward as you stumbled over to Nate, unable to tear your eyes of Chris as he continued to hit the boy beneath him, never letting up despite the boys pleads.

"yo, get the fuck off him" His frat brother shouted, coming to grab Chris by the shoulders. His movements quickly cut off by Matt, pulling him backwards and shoving him back to the sofa.

"watch ya hands, tough guy" Matt chuckled, grabbing the guy by the scruff of his shirt and nutting him, cracking his nose off his forehead. The guy recoiled, blood pouring from his nose instantly as his hands flew to his face.

Matt pushed him back as he stumbled, meeting him on the floor with a brutal clock across his jaw.

Chris got up off the guy and pulled him up with him, holding his bloodied and swollen face inches from his, "think you're a fuckin' big dog, yeah?" He turned and threw the nearly limp guy on the sofa.

The boy shook his head frantically, holding his hands up as Chris stood over him. "no, no, I don't, I don't, I didn't know she was your girl dude, m'sorry" He stuttered.

"well, now you do, so stay the fuck away from her, yeah?" he spat, moving as if he was going to hit him again.

The boy flinched and whimpered, running away, leaving his frat brother to fend for himself as Matt continued to pummel into him. He was relentless, near enough laughing as the boy lost consciousness underneath him.

"you wanna force girls into doing shit? you wanna be a tough guy n'drug girls jus' so they'll fuck you?" Matt said, pulling the guy up off the ground by his shirt, "hows it feel bein' a fuckin' loser, huh? tell me kid, hows it feel?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" the guy cried and Matt just laughed in his face.

Chris panted as he watched the guy he near enough battered run away. He turned round to Matt, placing a hand on his shoulder and tapping him.

"s'enough, Matt, y'gonna kill him" he said, pulling Matt off the bloodied and battered boy on the floor.

Chris eyes immediately searched for you, finding you tucked into Nate, scared shitless of what you had just witnessed. He walked over to you, everyone in the room still staring at him as he did.

When he reached you, he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you round to face him, taking your face into his bloodied hands.

"did they give you anything? huh? did they do anything t'you?" His eyes searched your face for any signs of drugs or bruises.

"no" you shook your head, brows furrowed as tears welled in your eyes.

Chris sighed and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. It was weird, Chris never hugged you like this, but as if on instinct you sunk into him, wrapping your hands around his waist.

"m'so sorry I left you alone, y'not leaving my side ever again, okay?" he muttered into your hair.

You nodded into his chest, whimpering slightly at the sensation of Chris breaking the hug.

"and you-" Chris spat, pushing Nate by the shoulders, "y'were s'possed to look after, her not let sketty fuckin' sorority girls distract you, fuckin' idiot" Chris said, insulting the girls as if they weren't right there.

"chill man, it all turned out peachy" Nate chuckled, stepping backwards with his hands up in surrender.

"get the fuck out my face, dude, can't even look at you" Chris spat, turning back to face you, taking your face in his hand once more.

"y'sure you're okay, kid?" he asked, soft eyes baring into yours.

you nodded, leaning into his gentle touch, the smell of iron lingering on his hand as it caressed your face.

"you didn't need to go that hard, Chris, you could have gotten hurt" you said, bringing a soft hand up to wrap around his wrist.

Chris chuckled, soothing a thumb over your face and raising his brows. "does it look like that kid could'a hurt me?" he asked, a prideful grin spread across his face.

You returned his smile and shook your head, gripping his wrist tighter.

"besides, you're important t'me, or whatever, so, I wasn't gonna let that fuckin' loser be all over you like that"

"I'm important to you?" you cheesed

"yeah, whatever, kid, try not to pull a muscle from cheesin' so hard" he rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"thankyou, for protecting me, Chris" you said, tugging at his wrist slightly.

"always" he said simply, before pulling you into a soft and quick kiss, his mouth slotting perfectly over yours, the taste of weed and shit beer lingering on his breath.

You chased the taste, whimpering slightly as he pulled away and dropped his hand from your face. You were smiling from ear to ear as he shifted his weight between his feet.

"wipe that smile off ya face, kid, s'not happenin' again" Chris said, referring to the kiss as he wiped a wet spot off your lip with his thumb.

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[raileurta]

I know I got like 6+ other writing projects I need to finish but I am curious about what fic ideas I have you guys would be interested in me writing about.

So here's some little ideas I have

Tfp kids turned into bot size.

Miko and Jack have an argument that gives everyone around them psychic damage.

Optimus helps humans so much because he's scared of them.

Miko stuck in Megatron's body pretends to have amnesia. She then becomes friends with starscream.

When Megatron tries to cyber-form the earth Unicron stops him. He has had time to reflect and has decided he likes his parasite children now. He then uses the cyber matter to improve the Earth.

How Miko took down the entire Nemesis with uno.

Batman is the perfect mate for cybertronians. (And any species for that matter)

Platonic soulmates Miko & Megatron.

Arachnid says time to play the most dangerous game and Miko being Miko can't help but reply knife monopoly?! Arachnid not knowing the meme is genuinely curious about what this game is. Miko then has to BS her way through an explanation of the game. (Jack's also there)

Transformers think of the Internet as a hivemind and humans are part of it.

Miko fucking kills Vince and covers up the murder.

Starscream gets kidnapped and babyfied to hell and back.

Megatron after the unicorn stuff is wandering a planet lamenting about the stuff he did. Then out of nowhere Miko comes in and falls on top of him. They then talk about ✨ feelings. ✨ Miko also has aspd.

There's more ideas I have but these are the most interesting ones. Also yes you can steal these for your own fic just let me know so I read it.