#i got my vi tattoo i'm so happy :(((

[inkskinned]

i. there's this phrase: bloom where you are planted.

ii. something i should maybe talk to my therapist about is that all of my daydreams involve me helping people. when i picture meeting celebrities, i'm usually just suggesting therapy to them. there's just not a lot left for me to get out of this world, i feel like - like with this time left i might as well use it for kindness.

iii. according to the gardening map, i was raised in Zone 6 of plant hardiness. i think that's kind of funny. i am good with plants, and keep too-many of them. i learned young about the colors of hydrangeas - how you cant tell the pH of the soil by it.

iv. they tore down both of the schools i attended as a kid. most of the forests we walked in have been turned into apartment complexes. there's nothing really left of the places i've been.

v. tumbleweeds are liminal things - they are carcasses that carry their seeds along with them. a plant that evolved to move. we have so much to learn about nature, and the way that happenstance creates miracles. can you imagine the beauty of that? i think so often about how the roots of a tree often take up the same shape and circumference of its branches. i think so much about carnivorous plants; those that eat with no stomach. about where plants store their "knowledge."

vi. i'm not going to write about who i was or what i did to myself before i left. only three things, which will make sense if you are the type of person i buried in that ditch. the first is that i ended up getting tattoos to cover it. the second is that setting boundaries still makes me uneasy. and the third is that i am constantly shocked at the fact i have actually made it to the place where i'm happy.

vii. there's this ongoing joke amongst those of us who keep plants: you don't really get a say in whether or not the plant wants to be dead. i'm excellent at orchids, but i kill every ivy i've ever met. i have been rotating one particular rescue plant around my apartment, trying to figure out what exactly is the right amount of sun for it. the truth is that sometimes things will never survive being kept.

viii. i used to daydream about joining the circus. about an alien abduction. i used to picture meeting celebrities and whispering please fucking get me out of this. did you know the quote originally came from a bishop? when i googled it, google told me the meaning is don't take what you have for granted. make the most of what you are given.

ix. sometimes i think about my 17 year old self. it's been happening a lot lately. i keep watching her through my memories, how she clawed herself raw, scratching at the walls. we got out, is the thing. i know we thought about staying. but oh, fuck dude: we could have never bloomed if we'd stayed planted.

#is this anything? #warm up #plants #fussy orchids that hate all environments: we love u miss raquel #''hardy'' ivy that has like 12 ''u can't kill this one!!!'' notes attached to it: #i hate u and i am GOING to die now #is this bc i saw this quote on the back of a car? yeah

[menofchaos]

Coco

Part VI: His Eyes

Note: I’m not sure when I hit 1k followers but I wanna thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for reading my stuff and loving these boys with me. In other news, I'm back with our favorite jailbird and her journey with our favorite sniper. If anyone wants more, please reblog, like, comment or let me know in my ask! I love hearing feedback on my stuff and talking about Coco ofc. Gif credit to the talented @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @spideyspeaches.

Part V

Coco,

I’m so sorry our visit got cut short. I was so fucking pissed. When I first got in here, I would cause trouble all the time. I don’t really have a life outside so I didn’t care if I got extra time. I haven’t really been rolling like that for a while because I’m fucking tired of doing time. I wanna drink and fuck and be outside. Do whatever I want, you know? But one of my bunkies allegedly got in a fight on the yard and the cops assumed I orchestrated it which is fucking stupid. They suspended my mail privileges “as a precaution.” Pendejos. You’re literally the only one I talk to. They just fuck with me when they can. We were just getting comfortable :( Hopefully those dickwads didn’t put you off to another visit? Or put you off me in general? I liked seeing you. Did you ever cut that girl off? How’s your daughter? I’m working on another tattoo for you. I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever and I don’t like it. 

Nyx

PS I miss those beautiful eyes

Nyx,

Ma I’m not gonna lie. I was worried. I’m glad you’re okay tho. COs are always shit. They definitely didn’t put me off you or another visit. I’ll check work tomorrow and let you know when I can come back. My first stint I felt the same way. No family who gives a fuck, friends who forget about you as soon as the cop car is around the block. When you get out, we’ll meet up and I’ll help you do all the things you missed. If you’re down. My kid is good, she thought it was so hilarious that I was worried. I don’t usually get worked up over women like that. I did cut the one chick off, sorta abandoned the whole roster now that I think about it. What are you drawing me now? I’m definitely missing watching you squirm from just looking at you. Be good so I can come back for a full visit.

Coco

PS and your drama ain’t a burden. I got you. 

Coco,

Your last letter made me feel more than my entire last relationship. Fuck. I’m good, I promise. All in one pretty little piece where you left me. Where do I even start? I believe you just offered to fuck me and the thought of your eyes during sex? I’m tingling. You were worried about me? Worked up about me? I have a feeling that doesn’t happen at all and that makes me happy. Because I don’t usually get attached easily either but I think I am. At least I feel it with you. I don’t wanna ruin this though, for once in my life. You’re saying all the right things which scares the shit out of me but in the way that makes me wanna keep going. Does that make sense? I might be rambling. I’m just happy that you’re still wanting to be around at all. You abandoned the roster?? How come? The new drawing is a surprise.

Nyx

PS you say that now. Wait till I fuck up.

Nyx,

You’re funny. Your ex really ain’t shit if one letter from me made you feel more than his whole time with you. But I like that. You really into my eyes baby? Cause I liked watching you. I’ll make you feel more than a tingle when I get my hands on you for real. You’re right, I don’t get attached. But you made a lot of sense because I felt like I was reading my own thoughts. I wanna be careful with this. With you. I’m not going anywhere. We just gotta go with it for now, see where it takes us. I got a brother who can teach you how to handle a tattoo machine if you wanna learn. Won’t treat you like a shitty apprentice or anything either. I checked my work schedule. Three weeks and I’ll be back. I promise. I didn’t abandon the roster on purpose. I guess I just got bored of them.

Coco

PS I fuck up too. So I get it.

Coco,

My ex definitely wasn’t shit. Storing my shit while I’m locked up is the nicest thing he ever did for me. Fuck, getting your hands on me? That’s what you’re gonna say to me? Remember tho, I told you no dude has ever got me off. I’m glad we’re on the same page about this. For once, it feels nice to give a fuck. Especially since I know you get me. I’ve always wanted to be a tattoo artist and learn how to tattoo the right way. I’ve done a few tattoos when I was locked up but that’s it. You don’t have to ask him if you don’t want to. I can figure something else out. THREE WEEKS?!!! :) I can’t wait. Can we hug this time? I wanna cop a feel ;)

Nyx

PS you always do.

Coco walked into the clubhouse, looking around quietly. Taza walked out from the bathroom, “Hermano,” he smiled, “You good?”

He nodded, “Yeah, man. You?”

Taza squeezed his shoulder, “All good. You looking for someone?”

“Hank?” he asked.

“He’s in the office,” Taza told him before heading to the bar.

Coco walked back outside, lighting a cigarette as he headed up to the office. When he opened the door, Hank was standing over Chucky’s shoulder with a stack of papers in his hand.

Chucky looked up and grinned, “Coco.”

Coco nodded, “Chucky. Hank.”

Hank glanced back at him through a pair of black rimmed glasses, “Bishop need me?”

“No, I uh…wanted to ask you something. Alone,” he added after a pause.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Hank said and turned his attention back to the computer.

Coco went back outside but stayed close to the building, hiding from the harsh sun. He listened to Hank and Chucky go back and forth, a fond smile on his face. The door pushed open to reveal Hank, glasses off and no papers.

“Sorry, this customer keeps calling in, wanting impossible shit. Next time he starts demanding, I’m telling him to deal or I’m gonna beat his ass,” he shook his head as he lit a cigarette, “What’s up?” 

“I just had a favor to ask,” Coco murmured, “I have this…friend. She’s a dope artist and she wants to learn to tattoo.”

Hank smiled, “Have her come in, I’ll teach her.”

Coco put out his cigarette, “She can’t yet. She’s uh…she’s serving time.”

“This the girl I keep hearing about from the other guys?” Hank asked, “Why you were so upset a while back?”

He glanced over Hank’s shoulder at Gilly and Angel, cracking jokes and fixing a bike together. He nodded, “Yeah, she wrote me again. She’s alright.”

Hank followed his gaze and looked back at Coco, “You like this girl?“

Coco was smiling before he realized it, “Yeah. I do.”

“Good for you,” he pat Coco’s back, “Bring her in when she gets out. Teach her everything I know.”

“Thanks man,” Coco smiled, “I appreciate it.”

Hank nodded and went back in the office.

Nyx,

Would you rather me hold your stuff? We can hug this visit. I wanna cop a feel too. I can’t wait to see you baby. I remember you telling me no guy has ever gotten you off, bet I’ll be the first. I’ll come pick you up when you get out. Get you some tequila, take you to a beach house and make you cum all night. Order room service for whatever food you want. Sound like a good first day? I did a few things and you’re probably not gonna like them because I know you don’t like asking for shit. But I did it anyway. My brother said he’s down to teach you to tattoo when you get out. I also put money on your books. Not a lot. Stop glaring at me, I can feel the dirty look from here. Trust me, it’s for a selfish reason.

Coco

PS I gotta head out of town for a minute so I probably won’t be able to respond to your next letter until after my next visit. 10 days.

Coco,

You did not just offer to hold my stuff for me. And you sent money! Why? You’re right, I don’t like asking for shit. I don’t deserve you. What’s the selfish reason? That description of a first day made my nipples hard. Can it be a private beach so we can spend the whole time naked? Also thank your brother for me. My bunkie and your brother (same one?) are planning on meeting when she gets out. She has way less time than me. I don’t think I could’ve waited that long, not with the way those eyes made me feel when I saw them the first time. Ride safe, come to the visit in one piece please. 

Nyx

PS you’ll get your new drawing at the visit! 5 days!!!

Coco felt much different as he went through the motions for their second visit. He knew her better. He knew she felt something too. Something more. He sat down at the table, his eyes trained on the door. They swung open and he leaned back when a different inmate walked in. He heard a loud laugh from around the corner and his heart skipped. He stood up as Nyx walked in, a huge smile on her face as she joked with the woman in front of her. Her eyes found his while she was being uncuffed and her face lit up even more. 

“There you are,” she rubbed her wrists as she walked over.

“You okay?” he asked, stumbling when she threw herself into his arms.

Coco pulled her into a tight hug, smiling softly when he felt her tremble. He rubbed her back and closed his eyes, holding her close until a CO called her name. She sat down and looked away, bringing a hand up to her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked again, a little softer as he took her hand. He felt remnants of tears on her fingers, still watching her intently.

“Even your concerned stare makes me feel squirmy,” she joked, squeezing his hand, “I’m okay. I’m happy to see you. How was your trip?”

He smiled softly, “Long, too hot. Boring. Missed you.”

Nyx pushed some loose hair out of her eyes, “I missed you too. Now tell me why you put money on my books.”

“Cause I want you to call me,” he smirked, “Don’t wanna just hear your voice when I can make it over here.”

“You’re a secret romantic,” Nyx grinned.

He held up a finger to his lips and winked. She laughed and reached into her pocket. She set a folded piece of paper on the table.

“For me?” he asked, glancing at a curious CO.

“The drawing, remember?” she murmured, “I finished it. I mean, this one’s not really a tattoo. I just…started thinking about you and this came out.”

“Really?” Coco took the paper, “Should I look now?”

She nodded, “I didn’t get to see your reaction to the first one.”

He let her hand go and unfolded the paper, his eyes wide. It was a drawing of the two of them, Nyx in a bikini, Coco in swim trunks. It looked like a photo from a beach day. He looked up to see her fidgeting nervously with her id bracelet.

“This is crazy, baby,” he murmured, “You did all this from memory?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly, “I kinda guessed on your tattoos and shit since I’ve only seen you dressed. So far,” Coco smirked, “But yeah.”

“Good enough till we get a real one,” he smiled and folded it back up, “I love it,” he tried to play it cool but it felt like his heart was about to fly out of his chest.

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

He nodded, “Hell yeah,” he put it in his shirt pocket, “Thank you.”

“It was inspired by your offer on my first day out,” she admitted, lacing their fingers together when he reached out again.

“Just let me know the date and I’ll be here,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“I still have a while to go,” she told him, “I get it if you don’t want to wait.”

Coco watched her body language change as she offered him an out. He tightened his grip on her hand, “Hey, what’d I say?” he murmured, “I got you. I’m not letting you rot in here. Not anymore.”

Nyx looked away before he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. He squeezed her hand again and she smiled uneasily.

“You gotta stop saying all the right things,” she joked.

“So I shouldn’t ask if you want me to hold your stuff again?” he smiled.

She laughed and wiped her eyes, “I can’t even help you move it, so no. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I didn’t ask for help. I don’t want him to pull some shit but if you don’t want to, I won’t.”

She frowned, “I just don’t wanna be a - “

“You aren’t a burden, baby,” he murmured, “I offered. And I got a team of brothers ready to help.”

“It would be nice to be done with him,” she admitted, “I just…what if something bad happens to us?”

Coco laced their fingers together, “I won’t take it out on your stuff, I swear,” he crossed his heart with his free hand.

Nyx smiled, “Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” he winked, grinning when she laughed.

Nyx,

Replaying the way you clung to me during our second hug. How you felt in my arms. It’s been a long time since I felt anything like this. I got all your stuff. I wish you could’ve seen his face when I rolled up 6 deep. He was pale as fuck. It was hilarious. It’s in my garage for now. My kid won’t stop making fun of me and my brothers aren’t any better. But you’re worth it ma. Gonna start coming up to see you more. I showed my kid the drawing, she loved it. She said she’s gonna ask you to draw for her too. Would you be cool if she wrote you too? You can say no if you want. I miss you.

Coco

PS I figured out why I abandoned the roster

#coco cruz imagine #mayans imagine #coco cruz #coco x nyx #johnny coco cruz #mayans mc

[arcanemoxhi]

✨My Firelight 💚

Vi x Fem Reader!

//✨Short Story✨//

Warning: fluff, cuddles, rekindled love, reuniting, emotional, first kisses, embraces

"V-Vi...? Is that really you...?"

You stand in your room in the firelights tree. You exhale sharply as you watch your childhood friend stand and stare back at you. You know you didn't drink any alcohol and you're not sleepy to be hallucinating. Your body shivers as you gaze at your now grown friend. You move from your desk as you slowly walks over. Ekko stands behind Vi, but he eventually leaves for this tender moment for you two.

You hear Vi exhale in relief and you can visibly see her beginning to tear up. The last thing she can remember from her childhood that brought her happiness is still here. Vi drops her head and begins to sob a little. You hurry over to cup her face and make her look at you. "hey, hey. I'm here, I'm right here," your heart beats faster knowing that you are touching Vi once again. Vi smiles as she sniffs, she wraps her arms around your waist effectively pulling you closer. Her face buried into your neck as she just takes you in. You embrace her back tighter. This is a great moment and a great break for you both. You start to smile and laugh as you embrace her in. "Look at you, so tall and shit," Your comment earned you a laugh from Vi. Vi moves her head to look at you. "What can I say? I gotta grow big and strong, right?" You laugh a bit excited, you know this is real and you haven't felt happiness like this in a long ass time. Vi's hands still rest on your hips as your hands cup her neck. You trace her tattoos. "You like them, (Y/N)?" Vi hummed as she nuzzles your hand on her neck. "yeah, I like them a lot." You smile as you get closer to her by Vi's efforts. Vi smiles as she lifts you high up and spins you around. Vi pulls you back down as you laugh a bit uncontrollably. It reminded you when she bench press you to prove to you that she could. She adores your hyper laughter and will do anything to make you happy. Once Vi pulls you back to her, she gives you a kiss on your cheek. This was just a bold move made out of excitement. You two kinda stare into each other's eyes with bright red cheeks after Vi set you down on the ground. The brawler is fidgeting her hands and scratching her head all nervous at her actions.

"I-I uh.. I just got, y'know how.. Uhm..." Vi is trying gather her words from malfunctioning. You stop her halfway by gripping her red leather jacket with a kiss on the lips. Vi accepts with no problem applying pressure back. You two share your first kiss and it was a magical moment for you two.

Vi wanted to kiss more, but you needed to breathe so you moved back, and Vi held your face. You pant a little for oxygen so was Vi. Vi smiled at you, "there goes my first kiss." You giggle at Vi. "Yeah, same here." Vi grins as she picks you up and wrap your legs around her waist.

"well look at you being a little firelight, huh? My little Firelight~" Vi puts on your couch as she gives you more romantic kisses. She sits next to you and you immediately lay on her. She laughs as she holds you close, just like when you were younger. Ekko knew you two would eventually date each other, but he is upset knowing it took this damn long.

A/N: idk thought it was cute, could always use some sfw but got some smut coming out and working on Knight x Princess Reader Part 2!!

#arcane vi #vi x reader #arcane #vi x you #vi x y/n

[halucynator]

Your Annoying Tumblr Mutual strikes yet again !!

I'm gonna ask you a few questions :> (these are all so random lmao) (as always, feel free to ignore ^^^)

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

✰ how long have you been on tumblr?

✰ how did you come up with your url/username?

✰ what’s your phone’s lock screen?

✰ do you have any piercings//tattoos? (any you’d like to get?)

✰ do you wear glasses//contacts?

✰ has anyone ever told you you have a "celebrity look-alike"? if yes, who?

✰ best compliment you’ve ever gotten?

✰ are you a collector of anything in particular? If yes, what?

✰ I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD REST OF YOUR DAY AND TREAT YOURSELF AND I APPRECIATE YOU AND YES OKAY BYE FOR NOW <3

hii omg i love this okay sooo

✰ i've been on tumblr since july (more active since then anyway) so around 6 monthss)

✰ my username was made with the help of the very lovely @m3ntallyunstable34

✰ my phone's lock screen is this: (sorry about the quality)

✰ i have an ear piercing that i got when i was super young (this is important bc i didnt feel a lot of pain then so i probably wont get any in the future) but if there was one that i would get if i wasnt insanely afraid of piercing would be like a helix piercing bc they look so prettyy!!

✰ no i do not and thank god for that bc i look shit in glasses lmao i mean i'd rather have a sight than look hot but thank god i dont need glasses lmao

✰ some people have told me i look like emilia jones (honestly i dont see it but wtv) and vi told me i look like taylor swift on evermore cover bc i got bangs and braided my hair lmao but i absolutely do not 😭😭

✰ best compliment i've ever gotten is probably being told i'm funny by @theladyinwhite13 bc i feel very honoured since their humour is SO good (oh and by @berryzxx bc she's so funny as well) and then being told by @longlivestv that they feel comfortable around me it makes me very happy

✰ im a collector of discord music crowns in the goose coven server (if that even counts lmao) and a collector of gracie abrams streams :))

✰ thank you so muchhh! sorry this took ages this was really fun i love it!! also you should answer these questions yourself bc i'd love to know!! also you could never be annoying haha

#— asks #🌟: mare #⇒ sent by: stvrlighhttt #moots <3 #luce posts 💌

[sweetbottletops]

Arcane Reddit AMA thoughts...

Q: Do you think Caitlyn and Vi shippers will be happy with the upcoming season?

A: There's that part they might like, and that part they're probably gonna hate.

Ngl, I have some trepidation, but I also enjoy drama. And that is the exact kind of answer they could have given for season 1 which I liked.

Caitlyn was in pursuit last season. She was presented as the hunter and she went to the very origins of Vi between Stillwater the bottom of the fissure and drew Vi all the way back out with her to the very heart of her own home and family seat of power. She was already saying "us" out loud so imagine what was going on in her head. She got the emo shower yearning scene.

Vi didn't really get to make a choice towards her that wasn't figuratively or often literally at gunpoint. No fault of her own, but that's a lot of ground that needs to be covered. Then they never had the chance to naturally reconcile. Jinx was the reason they even saw each other again at all. Neither chose to be there. There was a lot of pull from Cait's direction during the season, but by the end of the show Cait had the foundation of her life shifted. She's not guaranteed to be in the same headspace.

If it turns out they aren't eye to eye in season 2 they weren't exactly in sync the last act of season 1 either. If they need to meet in the middle the distances and speeds they need to go to do that likely changed. There a lot of earned drama in there whichever way they take it. Maybe a trailer would add to understanding the tone of what's going on with them.

Q: ...Also, what is the likelihood we will see them as official "girlfriends" next season?

A: Regarding Vi and Caitlyn, I wish I could say more at this point, but a lot of the answers I'd give you would spoil the experience on screen. I'm confident in the direction we're taking it, and I very much wanna hear from you once Season 2 is out.

Having war flashbacks to "be sure to watch it live!" I'm sure everything will be finnne. I've killed off my last nerve endings in Shibuya after all. I take my tea boiling at this point.

Q: Are there gonna be any sex scenes in S2?

A: Ew, no! Gross. Maybe.

A: Hmm... any characters springing to mind?

A: I dunno Alex. Haven't seen anything on social media that makes me believe people even thought about this.

So I guess they know why everyone was asking about full tattoo references for Vi then.

#arcane #caitvi #sbt rambles

[horrorlove14]

Halloween Special - Heartfelt Flowers and Books - Lies of P

Pairing: Pinocchio x Violet (OC)

A/N: I decided to write a cute short Halloween special with Pinocchio celebrating the holiday with his darling, Violet and his friends.

Pinocchio POV

It's officially Halloween today and I'm excited because I finally get to wear the costume I've spent months making and celebrate the holiday with my darling, Violet at the same time.

I wonder what Violet will be dressed as and I'll bet she's going to be so pretty in her costume.

I spend my day getting my costume ready and setting up my Halloween party with the help of my friends, my father and the servants.

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Violet POV

I'm currently working in the bookshop where I'm placing new books on the shelves while my dad is busy tending to the customers.

I get a text from Pinocchio, telling me that he couldn't wait to see me at his party tonight and looks forward to seeing me in my Halloween costume.

I find myself blushing over it because it's my first Halloween with Pinocchio as boyfriend and girlfriend. I send him a quick text back before composing myself and getting back to work.

After a long work day, I help dad close up the shop and head home together. Once we've got back, I go to my bedroom to get my costume and makeup out before I head over to my bathroom to take a quick shower.

After drying myself and my hair, I put on my costume: a zombie bride with a veil, knee-length dress, a fake rose bouquet, white contact lenses and blood, etc.

My brothers and I head out to Pinocchio's Halloween party in our costumes after saying goodbye to our parents.

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Timeskip to the Halloween party, Pinocchio's POV

The party has just started when my friends showed up first in their costumes where I let them in into my home and escorted them to the living room.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring which I opened to see my darling and her brothers in their costumes. Violet looks so pretty as a zombie bride and I'm dressed as a zombie puppet.

After her brothers went to the living room, I embrace her in my arms which she returns back before kissing her on the lips.

"Vi, you look so beautiful in your costume," I said to which she replied that I looked handsome in mine before kissing me again.

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Violet POV

I'm having the time of my life at the party with my friends, brothers and especially, my loving boyfriend by dancing, playing games and watching horror films altogether.

Pinocchio always held me close when we were watching horror films together as his way of wanting to protect me during the scary bits which I find cute because he's so gentle and sweet towards me.

Once the party ends, I helped with the cleanup as the others have left and my brothers would let mum and dad know that I'll be staying at Pinocchio's house.

After that is over, I get lifted by him in his arms in a bridal style which caught me off guard and giggled as he is carrying me to his bedroom like newlyweds.

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Pinocchio POV

We arrived at my room like newlyweds with my darling Violet in my arms and closed the door.

"I finally have you all to myself and we're all alone now," I said with a cheeky smile on my face and this made her blush as a result.

I gently place her onto my bed then retrieve the cotton pads and makeup remover for us to remove our makeup and coloured contact lenses together.

Once that's done, I lay down on top of her with myself resting my head on her tattooed chest to hear her heartbeat which is my favourite sound in the world.

"Happy Halloween, P," she said as she is running her fingers through my hair before planting a gentle kiss on my head.

I kiss her chest in return to feel her heart race underneath it before placing my head back onto her chest and shutting my eyes to bask at this moment.

We decide to spend our Halloween night cuddling together and falling asleep in each other's arms in our costumes.

I look forward to having more moments like this with my darling, Violet who is such a sweetheart and I feel so lucky to have her as my first and only girlfriend ever.

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End of Halloween special. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Happy Halloween, everyone from me

#happy halloween #lies of p #lies of p x reader #liesofp x reader #liesofp #my fanfic writing #my fanfiction #fanfiction #video game fanfic #video games #video game #fanfiction series #romance #cute romance #fan fiction #my writing #writers on tumblr #female oc #female original character #pinnochio #pinocchio x reader #halloween special #fanfic writing #fanfic authors #fanfiction writers #fanfic #fluff writing #writing fanfic #couples #couple

[divinegrey]

𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 / 𝚟𝚒 𝚡 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

happy sunday! this is totally inspired by steph gingrich aka my other wife bc life is strange true colors is a fucking fantastic game and you should go play it.

arcane masterlist

prompt: hi! is it possible for u to write abt vi working in a music shop/record shop? she flirts w girls by giving them music recommendations :’) [requested by anon]

words: 970

warnings: vi being hot and flirty

The music shop isn’t really interesting in itself. Sure, you can get any vinyl you want (and you always do, considering you’re a bit of a collector), scope out the radio booth, or look at the range of instruments available for sale. It’s the town's number one stop for anything music-related, but you, a person who can’t play any instrument to save your life, probably go there more often than anyone else does.

Probably because of the worker who runs the place.

Vi. That’s her name. You’ve said it to yourself dozens of times after the first time you met her. She cracked a joke when you pointed out the tattoo under her eye, and even though it was one of the stupidest things you’d ever heard, you couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

So here you are now, pushing open the door to the record shop to peruse at the new stocks they have. It’s relatively quiet— and by that, you mean you’re the only person inside when the bell over the door chimes to announce your arrival. The red light over the booth tells you one thing; Vi’s working the booth with her tunes. You walk over to go look, just out of curiosity.

“So if you want some of the best ice cream in town, ski right over to the doors of Avalanche Ice Cream. It’s winter, so brain freeze is guaranteed,” Vi says into the microphone, headphones over her ears as she recites the ad on the spot. “Up next, we’ve got one of my favorite tunes to educate you young punks about what real indie is.”

A random song starts playing. You smile at Vi when she glances over to see you. She presses mute on her soundboard and hangs up her headphones. A second later, she’s out of the booth and grinning that classic, cocky grin of hers.

“Back for more already? Spending sixty bucks on a collector’s edition vinyl yesterday wasn’t enough for you?” Vi puts her hands on her hips, her clunky docs landing on the floorboards with heavy thumps. You snort.

“You ever think I’m here for something other than vinyls, Vi?” you ask, folding your arms over your chest and raising a brow.

“Oh?” Vi spares a glance behind her back at the booth. “Here for some exclusives? Lucky I like you, Y/N. Come on.”

She takes your arm and drags you into the booth behind her. You stay quiet when she holds her finger up to you, sliding the headphones over her head.

“Alright, hope you all enjoyed that song. I got another one coming right up, some of you might already know this. It’s MAMMAMIA by Maneskin,” Vi says, putting the song on the queue. You hear the high-tempo music play through the speakers. You’re a little impressed, but not really, because you did order the vinyl for this album last week on back-order.

Vi comes over to you, shoulders shifting to the beat of the music. She starts mouthing the words to you, offering her hand. With an eye roll, you placate her by letting her spin you around.

“You wanna handle me, but I'm a bit too much,” Vi sings to the music, a wink tossed your way before she twirls you. “I'll burn all the place down, 'cause I'm too fucking hot!”

Before you realize it, the song’s over and your face might be a little red. You blame it on the impromptu dancing, but really, it might be connected to Vi singing a song about fucking straight to your face. She’s brazen like that, you’ve learned. You listen to her radio station whenever you can and she’s about as flirty as one can get while being a radio host. People dig it. Specifically, the ladies dig it.

“So, you play that song for any girl whose pants you wanna get into, or?” You ask, doing your best to pretend that you aren’t flustered (you are). Vi’s hot. She knows it. She’s confident about it. Probably one of the best things you like about her in the time you’ve come to know her as one of the folks in your little secluded town in buttfuck nowhere.

“Only the ones I like,” Vi replies, pressing a random button to queue another song. She turns to you. “So? Did it work?”

“Technique was rusty,” you retort.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” Vi replies, tossing her hair to the side. Some strands fall out of the messy bun she must’ve thrown it in this morning.

“I’m not easy to please, Vi,” you reply. Vi huffs.

“Not a problem for me. I can take my time,” Vi says, accented by a wink. The silver of her nose ring glints in the low lighting of the radio booth. She raises her arm and puts it over your head against the wall. “How about it, cutie?”

“Take me out to dinner, then we’ll see,” you say. Vi’s mouth curls up in a grin, and despite all of her bravado, you know this one is genuine. The wrinkles by her eyes speak volumes. You lean up and give her a kiss on the cheek before patting it. “Get back to work, slacker. Meet me at the bar tonight, seven o’clock.”

“The one on the end of Main street?”

“You know it. See you then, Vi. Don’t be late,” you say, pushing her off of you. You step out of the radio booth.

Vi puts on her headphones. “This one goes out to all the pretty girls but for me, one in particular. Here’s Beauty, by LOVE SUPREME.”

You listen to the song as you walk out of the shop, a broad smile on your face with the promise of a date with the hottest woman in town. How’s that for scoring the bag?

~~~~~

A/N: i miss steph gingrich

#vi x reader #arcane vi x reader #vi x you #arcane vi #vi #arcane vi imagines #arcane netflix #arcane imagines #arcane

[hotxcheeto]

If it's cool with you, I'd like to request a poly! Vi x fem reader x Caitlyn Headcanons either nsf or sfw your choice

━ 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍 / 𝐕𝐈

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader, Caitlyn x G/N!Reader, Vi x Caitlyn 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - A few curse words, Mentions of being sad (Brief)

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I'm in love with you for requesting this. Also first poly request! Excuse it if it isn't that good, my first time! Also I didn't do NSFW but if anyone wants that feel free to send it in!

You knew Vi first, having grown up with her

You had liked her since you were both kids but were far too afraid to ever say anything to her

You didn't want to lose her as a friend

But then she did it and you took it and ran, sprinted, and probably did a happy dance once you were alone

She got so scared you were gonna say no, but you didn't and jesus you nearly have her a heart attack in the meantime

But then the things with Vander happened, and you got separated, and then you thought she was dead

So you tried moving on, but never fully did and then she popped up

You didn't know whether to kiss her, hug her or slap her

You did a bit of all three

Then you met her friend, Caitlyn and you did not know what to think at first but Caitlyn did

She liked you, a lot

And so did Vi

And two tall beautiful women get flustered talking to you?

Time skip you guys are all in love

It was pretty obvious from the beginning and it just... happened

They both have different ways of showing their love

Vi shows it through actions more than words

Through her help in the kitchen when she comes in to bother you and you end up teaching her how to make actual cupcakes

Caitlyn is very affirmative and will straight up tell you she loves you and how amazing and good looking you are

And you do both, to both of them

Cuddling with them is a dream

Vi lays in the crook of your neck and Caitlyn holds the both of you close, preferably big spoon

Vi will sleep facing you mostly, while Caitlyn spoons one of you from behind and holds the others hand

They have to be touching you and each other at all times

Or Vi will have you both sleep on her chest when she's feeling especially down, just to hold you both like teddy bears

Everyone takes turn doing this honestly, whoever needs held is being held even if it's all of you

Caitlyn loves taking baths, especially together

Vi loves them too after rough days feeling yours or Caitlyn's hands in her hand, scrubbing with one of your guy's good smelling soaps is her favorite thing

Another is the massages you'll give her, after a really bad day when you grab the vanilla oil and sit on her, digging your hands into her back

it's something she treasures

And Cait likes the early mornings with you three all together before you part ways

Or the late nights where none of you can sleep and stay up talking and drinking some of Caitlyn's tea

Caitlyn loves running her hands through yours and Vi's hair when either of you are upset and lay on her chest

She's very comforting to the both of you

Caitlyn always makes sure you and Vi are okay

That you both have eaten and gotten sleep she's very on top of both of you

She's very much hopeless romantic

Likes going on dates here and there even if it's staying home and trying to cook something together or watching a movie

She likes you all to take time to spend together

They will absolutely smother you in their love no matter what

And you'd do the same

Vi has moments where she just needs both of you to sit with her, trace her tattoos and just honestly let her feel your love

And Caitlyn needs you both once the enforcers get into her head about not being that good at her job

And of course they'd always be there for you

You guys have regular cuddle sessions because of that reason

They both love stargazing, Vi will argue to the death about it but she secretly loves the look on both of your faces while the stars reflect in your eyes

You and Vi try to teach Caitlyn to jump across the roof tops

She tries really

And Vi how to defend yourself if you don't know how because she's worried that something will happen without her

Caitlyn loves give you things that remind her of you

She'll buy you and Vi trinkets she sees on the job or just in general while she's out

You both have a collection going

Vi is hilarious you cannot tell me otherwise

She has you and Caitlyn crying laughing sometimes just by being herself most of the time

They love you

You are like a mix of the both of them which is always great when it comes to mediating arguments that you get into once in a while

Usually about Vi being reckless, Caitlyn being a bit stuck up or little things that none of you can agree on

Vi calls Caitlyn Cupcake and you Sugar

You two are her sweets

In conclusion, separate they're amazing, together they're fucking incredible

Excuse my language

#vi x yn #arcane vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane #caitvi #caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman #special tag

[st-just]

Honestly Vi being an amnesiac with VI tattooed on her face like she's the 6th in some line of orphans who were the subjects of evil science experiments was such an interesting if cliched mystery and it's kinda underwhelming to learn that Vi just stands for Violet.

The shipping discourse is exhausting tho, I for one am happy to see Riot outright confirm it in the show because people have been shipping Cait and Vi in lore for ages now since Cait was so heavily involved in Vi's story. I think Cait and Vi was the most popular ship, possibly tied with Vi/Jinx but that was before it was confirmed they were sisters. Without confirmation people just saw them as rivals with this fun cat-and-mouse game going on and I can see where people might ship that but here we are.

Now they need to confirm Graves and TF like this. We've got a pair of... well, generally criminals? They do a lot of things and we've got Graves the dumb-as-rocks gun-slinging tobacco-smoking gruff loudmouth, and Tobias, the smooth-talking magic-card-throwing twink who tries to sound cooler than he is by calling himself Twisted Fate and sports the posh equivalent of a southern accent.

Now these two are perfect for ships because they're fucking morons, the both of them, and all the best stories with them involve wacky antics, gunfights, bullshitting, and a whole lot of luck. It's all best summarized in the Tales of Runeterra video about Bilgewater. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbJhZW-iN0s

These two morons need a buddy-criminal show, where instead of going around solving crimes and making police look either good or worse, they just go around causing problems on purpose for profit.

Okay yeah when I first saw art of her I really thought the tattoo was VI the numeral too. It really looks more like a creepy lab marking than a self-done prison tat, you know?

And like yeah Caitlyn and Vi have a cute and extremely well executed but incredibly predictable/traditional romance subplot (but gay for once) and are fun enough to watch and like would obviously have been the main ship regardless so from a representation standpoint it's, like, Good that they're canon I guess but I just really truly do not get how angry people (or, well, person, probably? Better than even odds it was all the same anon I guess) people get about it. But yeah shipping discourse generally is a bit alien to me.

Anyway the two dumb pirates have a very fun dynamic (real, I don't know, Jasper and Horace energy?). Also that really is the funnest/best of the shorts I've seen I think. They're all like low-tech Borderlands characters (also oooooh that's where the redhead pirate everyone cosplays is from)

(And you know 99% chance it's just my filter bubble but now that I'm thinking about it it feels like all the really big queer fandom ships that have actually been canon recently have been wlw? Like the closest with two guys I can think of is Destiel. Which lol. So yeah riot should do something with the pirate bros).

#reply #anon #arcane #television #league of legends #long

[imajinxnation]

Hi I'd love to take you up on a match up! (Can I get a woman preferably tho plz)

Okay, so my name is Rai! I'm nonbinary and use (he/they) I tend to write alot, I'm working on some fiction/dystopian novels right now. I always try to make people laugh, and cheer people up even at my own expense. A lot of people tend to treat me like the therapist friend, although I have no right lmao. I have social anxiety, and can be kinda awkward around new people. I'm always trying to make new friends, and am very affectionate with them. I love doing things to make them happy. I like cooking although I don't get much motivation these days, I also enjoy tattoos, drawing and pretty much and visual type of art. I also enjoy listening to music a lot. I'm usually quiet and shy around new people but once you get to know me I get cursed meme energy. I tend to overthink and worry alot. And it seems to be very easy for me to get into arguments. I'm a simp, pretty women with muscles have my heart. I'm pretty open minded and accepting since I've seen alot lmao. I make fun of, flirt and mess with my friends alot, but tbh i'm very loyal, it takes a while to earn my trust. But once you have those I would probably die for you. Also I fucking love cats.

(Sorry if this is a lot lmao more detail is always easier for me to write. I found your blog a couple days ago, but got scared to request lol, i love your writing so much <33 have a good day and no rush!!)

Honestly this is so fucking weird, my real name is Rian, but people call me Rai all the time. I JUST READ THE REST, ARE YOU ME?! It's actually scary how alike we are.

I SHIP YOU WITH:

Vi! I think you'd do well with Vi, especially with you loving muscly women!

#arcane x reader #arcane

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: vi, vii

As Jaemin walked to his car to drive to school, he spotted you walking out of your door with a textbook in hand. He raised his hand, his mouth opening to call out your name when the scene from that night flashed through his mind. He sighed at the thought as he watch you walk to the bus stop without sparing a glance in his direction.

'Is she really that upset? It was just an old music box, after all.' Jaemin thought as he got into his car and turned his keys. 'She's just being petty, I bet if I offer her a ride to school. She's gonna go back to square one. Typical y/n," he smiled to himself, remembering the times where you two had arguments and one of the two of you would apologize when Jaemin offered you a ride.

Jaemin drove to catch up with you before you reach the stop, to his surprise, he saw Huang Renjun walking up to you with a bright smile, slinging an arm over your shoulders. Jaemin's blood ran cold at the sight of you smiling and rolling your eyes at the boy.

Jaemin forgot Renjun lived a few houses away from them, then again, he hasn't talked to Renjun much since Renjun left the team to join the arts club. 'What am I doing?' he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes never leaving the road as he drove by your laughing figures.

'This is what I wanted right? For once I don't have y/n constantly asking bout me or flirting with me or clinging onto me all the time. I should be happy that she finally got it to her head' he told himself. If that's so, why does he feel so empty? Why does he feel like something's missing deep inside of him.

Once he got to the school, he walked to his lockers only to be greeted by Donghyuck, who ran up and slung an arm around his neck. "If it isn't Mr. Na Jaemin." Donghyuck greeted with a cheeky grin as Jaemin smiled in response. "Good morning to you, too, Hyuck." he chuckled.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Hyuck clicked his tongue nonchalantly as they walked side by side, his arm hanging on one of Jaemin's shoulders. "Well if only your boyfriend didn't graduate early, I wouldn't be spending all my time with Coach." Jaemin laughed.

"As much as I am happy that Mark graduated early, I still can't believe he left me to rot here alone with nobody to talk to." he pouted, scrunching his face dramatically. "You're talking to me, though." Jaemin teased. "Exactly, you're a nobody, Mister Na." he deadpanned in response.

Jaemin playfully shoved the boy away from him, eliciting a laugh from the both of them as they walked to Jaemin's locker, spotting Jeno running through his own. "Good morning, Jeno." Jaemin smiled, unlocking his locker beside him.

"Did you two know we had homework on Biology?" Jeno exclaimed frantically, trying to find his textbook. "The one that's worth 5% of our grade? Yep," Hyuck responded with a bright nod. "Fuck, I'm definitely failing this class." Jeno groaned, running a hair through his black hair before shutting his locker.

Jaemin chuckled at his friend's misfortune, shaking his head with a soft "tsk tsk". "Oh lookie here, your future wife is heading this way, Nana." Hyuck teased, using the nickname you had made for him back when you two were 12 years old. "Get ready to feel single, Jeno." he added.

Jeno pointed an accusatory finger at the younger boy, "Hey! Mark graduated, you're gonna feel lonely with me, this time!" making Hyuck stick out his tongue. They were both too busy quarreling to acknowledge Jaemin's empty expression as she passed by them without your usual friendly 'hey'.

But they were shocked to see you walking side by side with your friends, your hand inside Renjun's. "Uh, Jaemin, y/n's right there." Hyuck nudged the boy beside him with his elbow. Jaemin looks up from his gaze at your hand inside Renjun's as you disappeared in the crowd of students.

"What? So?" Jaemin retorted almost defensively, eyes looking everywhere except for his friend who was staring at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'so' ?! Your girlfriend just walked by without sparing a glance at us! Plus she was holding hands with Renjun," Hyuck exclaimed in disbelief.

"For the billionth time, Hyuck. She's not my girlfriend!" Jaemin spat, annoyance laced in his tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes, "whatever she is, she's holding hands with another guy, dude!" he shot back. Jeno sighed, putting a hand on Hyuck's shoulder, giving him a look of disappointment.

"They had a little fight the other day," Jeno explained briefly. "And she's being petty by giving me the silent treatment," Jaemin growled, shutting his locker and leaning his back against it with a click of his tongue. "What did you do this time?" Hyuck sighed, his expression lightening at the new information.

"Why do you always assume that I'm the one in the wrong?" Jaemin exclaimed, laying a hand on his chest, offended at the accusation. Jeno raised a brow as if to say 'really?', Hyuck giving him a similar look that mirrors Jeno's. Jaemin looks down in guilt, a frown evident on his face as he bit his lip to explain.

"It's not a big deal really. I just told her to leave me along once and for all," Jaemin shrugged as if it was no big deal, looking back at the crowded hall of students. "Not a big deal, my ass. Bro, you also broke her music box without an apology." Jeno stated with a roll of his eyes.

Hyuck's face contorted into a surprised frown, his mouth gaped. "Dude, that's a little harsh, don't you think? She must be genuinely upset to be giving you the silent treatment." Hyuck remarked, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Well at least Jaemin won't be complaining bout her annoying him all the time now that she's ghosting him, right Jae?" Jeno raised a brow at the younger boy.

Jaemin wasn't listening to anything they were saying as his eyes couldn't tear away from the two figures that were you and Renjun talking side by side as you grabbed your stationary from your locker. He felt his chest tightening, aching with a numb pain. What's going on? Why is he feeling this way?

"Jaemin?" Jeno's voice snapped Jaemin back into reality, his eyes widening slightly at the concerned tone as he diverted his gaze back to his friends. "Huh, what?" Jaemin mumbled, trying to ignore the numbing ache in his chest. "You okay?" he asked.

"I don't know, I kinda don't feel well, right now." Jaemin's brows furrowed as he watch you and Renjun walk to class side by side. at the corner of his eye. "We have a few minutes to class, you should go to the Nurse's office." Hyuck advised as he raised his brow in concern.

"Um, alright then," Jaemin nodded, "see you guys later." he waved to his friends before walking to the nurse's office with confusion. What's up with him? He was fine this morning, what's with the sudden pain in his chest?

Unbeknownst to him, his two friends were watching him walking away with concern looks on their faces. "So, I wasn't the only one who saw how sad he looks when he watched Y/n and Renjun right?" Hyuck muttered to Jeno, who nodded in agreement. "That dumbass is gonna have the tables turned, I just wonder what he's gonna do once he realizes that a human heart can't pratically live without the love of his soulmate." Jeno chuckled.

Jaemin was scrolling through social media when you entered the class, his eyes wandered up for a small moment to give you a short glance, examining your figure standing on the doorway as if you haven't been attending the same class for three years.

His eyes quickly went down to his phone when he saw your head turn to his direction, walking right towards him. 'Of course, she's still gonna sit next to me.' he chuckled internally to himself, 'that's typical of her.' he thought.

He felt your presence close to his when you passed by him to sit at the empty seat at the back of the class. He frowned slightly, quickly masking it with a stoick expression as he hears the not so subtle chatters and whispers of his name and y/n's spilling from his classmates' mouth.

"Wait, y/n's not sitting next to Jaemin?"

"Did they have a fight or something?"

"Come to think of it, she skipped class with Renjun yesterday"

"Did she finally had enough?"

"Probably. Poor girl has been at it for two years!"

"Yikes, that's pretty harsh. No wonder she didn't even spare him a glance"

"Have you seen her left wrist? They say-"

"Good morning, class!" Mrs. Choi announced with a bright voice as she entered the class, silencing the whole students in a second. "Let's start today's lesson shall we? Open your textbooks to page 127," she smiled, raising her own copy of the textbook.

Jaemin turned his head to see you busy with opening your textbook and notes, flipping your pen in between your fingers. He quickly turned his head around as the teacher started explaining, opening his own textbook with a small pout on his face.

'Why didn't you come and sit next to him?' he pondered as he tried to advert his eyes to the whiteboard, watching you from the corner of his eye. A part of him wanted you to at least glance at him, make eye contact, anything.

But you didn't. Not even for a split second, it was as if you couldn't see him. As if you two hadn't known each other your whole lives. As if you were both strangers. Jaemin felt a slight ache in his chest, his hand stretching out to lay right on top of his heart.

He took a deep breath, his heart beat in his ears as Mrs. Choi's voice became muffled. It hurt. He doesn't know why, but his chest was hurting and he wants it to stop. It was similar to the pain when he lost on his first game and had an F on Chemistry on the same day. Yet, it was so different. It felt like his chest was actually being poked with tiny needles.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the bell dismissing entered his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts as the pain subsided. Jaemin turned to see the students around him packing up and leaving class, causing him to jolt up and shove his textbook in his bag.

He felt y/n squeeze herself behind him, quickly leaving the class. Jaemin didn't know why but his feet quickly moved towards her, slinging his halfly zipped bag over his shoulder. His mouth opened as he reached the entrance, ready to call out your name.

His figure froze when he watched you walk up to none other than Huang Renjun. Jaemin's eyes watched as his arm slung around your shoulders, the sweet smile on your face as Renjun whispered something against your ear, eliciting a small laugh from you as the two of you walked to the exit.

Jaemin stared at the two of you with a blank expression. His pupils shaking upon your figures being pressed up against each other. His hand gripping the saddle of his bag that was slung over his shoulder tightly. He wanted to apologize for his actions and offer you a ride home, but his body wouldn't move when he caught Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder so casually.

So affectionately.

Jaemin broke his glare when he felt a slight burning sensation on his wrist. He jolted and hissed at the sharp pain as he pulled back his left sleeve, tugging down the watch to see his soulmate tattoo glowing a dimly blood red, his chest had an ugly feeling piercing his heart.

Jaemin clicked his tongue before heading to the bathroom. His wrist felt like it was burning, it felt scorching hot. Why was it burning? Jaemin acted on instinct and ran his wrist under the tap of cold running water, ignoring his underclassmen passing by and greeting him as they walked out of the boy's bathroom.

Jaemin rubbed the sore spot, his mind remembering the way Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder, laughing alongside you. And your smile. He doesn't remember the last time you smiled that wide for him, Jaemin hissed at the increasing pain on his wrist.

Jaemin winced and jolted as he felt as if something was stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, he slide down the walls of the now empty bathroom. He took silent deep breaths to try to calm himself, running a hand through his hair in distress.

What's going on?

"Day 3 of Huang Renjun being extra nice to the poor girl who's bout to be single for the rest of her life, what will he do today?" you spoke in a way a news reporter would, holding your fist up to your mouth to act as a microphone as you walked towards Renjun who was waiting for you outside of class.

"Shut up, you're saying that I can't be nice to my dearest best friend?" Renjun teased, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you both walked out of the entrance. "Its definitely abnormal to see you restraining yourself to not flick me on the forehead whenever I do something stupid." you shrugged.

You felt the boy flick your forehead gently, causing you to let out a small yelp. "Happy?" Renjun smiled sweetly, as your hand went up to rub the slightly sore spot on your forehead. "Very," you rolled your eyes at him as he let's out a light chuckle.

At the corner of Renjun's eye, he saw Jaemin not far behind you two. His head was looking down at his wrist, his hand tugging down the sleeves. Renjun assumed he was taking a look at his soulmate mark, a frown evident on the younger boy's face.

Renjun almost felt bad. Jaemin seemed like a lost puppy, standing all by himself as students walked away. But yet again, he felt anger towards the boy to be so immature as to hurt someone he was suppose to cherish with all his life.

"So how was being in class with Mr. Heart breaker?" Renjun spoke after a moment of silence, averting his eyes back to you. You gasped at the nickname, "don't say it like that! You're making it seem as if he was some sort of school fuckboy." you scolded, landing a smack square on his chest.

Renjun laughed before you spoke in a quiet tone, "alot of people were talking bout us when I entered the class without screaming his name and clinging onto him like a koala," you shrugged casually. "He's probably upset even more now that people are talking bout how distant I've been towards him," you added with a heavy sigh.

Renjun patted your head softly, nodding in sympathy. "It'll all blow over soon. After all, you were always dramatic with your actions when it comes to Jaemin." he chuckled as you both entered the ice cream shop, walking up to the counter. "Shut up, Huang." you mumbled with a pout.

"Welcome to Weishen Ice Cream Shop, how may I help you two, today?" the cashier smiled as he came up to the counter, wiping his hand on a wet rag. You recognize him as Qian Kun, he would always give you free ice cream whenever you're down in the dumps.

"Hey Kun," you smiled as Renjun pulled out his wallet behind you. "Y/n, Renjun, pleasure to see you as always." Kun nodded with a charming smile as you started placing your orders, paying for your own ice cream after a brief argument bout who's paying.

"How's Jaemin? I haven't seen him around recently," Kun asked as he scoops up the ice-cream into the neon yellow cup. You tensed at the name, recalling Jaemin's words that night. You muster up a small smile, ignoring Renjun's concerned gaze as you reply.

"He's fine. Haven't seen him in a while either." you shrugged as Kun handed you your ice-cream. "Well, if you see him, tell him to come by. I missed that guy," Kun said with a soft pause in between sentences, sensing the tension in the air once he brought up the teenage boy.

"Shameless self advertising again, old man?" Renjun chuckled as he grabs a spoon off the counter. Kun blinked, pointing the metal ice cream scoop dramatically at Renjun, "Who are you calling old man? I just gave you cheap ice cream and this is how you treat me, Renjun? You should respect your elders, you brat." he jokes.

You giggled as Renjun stuck his tongue out at the older man, you pulled him away before Kun could jump over the counter and start whacking him with the ice cream scoop. "You're so immature sometimes," you laughed as you sat down on one of the booths by the windowsill.

Renjun rolled his eyes with a soft smile, shoving his ice-cream into your mouth to prevent anymore insults from spilling out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to the  two of you, Lee Donghyuck and Lee Jeno were walking side by side to go to an arcade, spotting you and Renjun from across the street through the window.

“Jeno!” Donghyuck halted his movements once his eyes adverted to your laughing figures. “What?” Jeno asked, halting beside the younger boy to turn to see where Donghyuck was pointing at. “Look! Is that who I think it is?” Hyuck exclaimed as Jeno’s eye caught you and Renjun sitting infront of each other in that old ice cream shop, watching as Renjun flicked you on the forehead with a laugh, watching a pout form oon your expression.

“Is that Renjun? And Y/n” Jeno asked, squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “It looks like they’re on some kind of date,” he added as Hyuck clicked his tongue. “I knew they were close but i didn’t think they were this close,” Hyuck gaped, watching as the two of you continued on with your conversation without a bother in the world.

“Do you think they’re-” he asked, only to be cut off. “No, that’s not possible.” Jeno spoke rather abruptly, his mind flashing back to his best friend. “The soulmate system allows you to have romantic feelings only towards the person you’re bonded with.” he added with a serious tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes at his statement.

“Then what do you call that dense best friend of yours?” he asked, raising a brow at him. “For all the years I’ve known him, he doesn’t seem to show the slightest care for the poor girl, she has the right to feel loved too, you know. Even when it’s from someone else,” Hyuck snapped. 

Hyuck cares bout you. He really does. Not because you always lend him homework answers and notes when he asked, not because of the many talks you two had whenever he had some problems with Mark, but because you were like the sister he never had. Seeing the pain in your eyes whenever Jaemin turns you down was a painful sight to see, he wants you to be happy. 

“Hyuck, Jaemin cares bout her deep down. I know he does. He’s just too stubborn to admit it. I’ve known Jaemin longer than you have, he does like her, trust me. He’s just to stupid to realize.” Jeno sighed, shaking his head profusely at the thought of his best friend. Deep down, Jeno wasn’t even sure what he said was true. He’s heard of the controversial rumour surrounding the soulmate system.

That when the system is rigged, people can have feelings for others that they can’t have.Those whose feelings are reciprocated by someone that aren’t their soulmates were just a sign of God attempting to fix the mistake. No one knows what would happen to those whose feelings aren’t reciprocated. Rumors said that there was a possibility that they vanish into thin air out of despair and heartbreak, some say they were doomed to live the rest of their life feeling loveless.

Others say they consult into more...

Terrifying inhumane methods.

Jeno shuddered at the thought, shaking his head to shake away the horrifying thoughts of what would come to Jaemin and Y/N if this keeps happening. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen if this keeps happening.

“I just hope you’re right, Jen.” 

This is NOT proofread hehe.

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Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Three

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"Viv?" I barely hear her voice as Tansy gently nudges at my shoulder, worriedly, while I'm staring at the TV after calming down from hyperventilating, my mind starting to collect itself as my sorrow begins turning into pure rage. 

"Vivian." Her voice becomes crystal clear and I'm shoving her away from me, into the floor, as I scream, "don't fucking touch me!" 

"Vivian, I'm sorry!" She pleads. "We couldn't tell you!"

"We?!" I grit out. "Who the hell has known about this?!" 

Her silence is speaking volumes and I roll my jaw, stomping to the door with her crying motivating my anger further. 

I'm banging on Tommy's door, hearing him and Nikki chuckling, and the second the door opens, I'm grabbing the full Jack bottle out of Tommy's hand and throwing it at Nikki. 

"How could you let this happen?!" I shriek at him, tears of anger streaming down my face as I start picking up everything in sight and throw it at Nikki. "What have you done, Nikki?!" 

"What the fuck, Vivian?!" Nikki's yelling back at me as Tommy tries to get me under control, but all I have to say is, "Me, God, and everybody just saw your fiancée brag about getting to marry you," and Tommy's stumbling back in shock, the look on his face is the same as Nikki's and they know they're all fucked. 

"Vivian--" 

I shut Nikki up by throwing a bottle of wine at him, missing him, but it smacks into the screen of the TV, causing a loud banging noise as glass goes everywhere,  before I'm grabbing a stray heel off the floor that one of the groupies left here with Tommy, hurling it at him and it hits him in the face, hard. 

"How could you do this to me?!" I cry out as he starts trying to walk to me, trying to keep his anger low, but I get away from him, throwing a hotel lamp at him, only for it to shatter on the wall behind him. "What did I do to make you hate me so fucking much, Nikki?! To make you pursue another girl--one of my friends--so fucking hard that you propose to her?! Am I just that fucking forgettable?!" I'm throwing dirty dishes Tommy's used tonight, all of them breaking when they miss Nikki by merely centimeters, hitting the wall. 

"Vivian, fuck it off!" He barks and I grab Tommy's switchblade off the nightstand, throwing it next, and it barely misses Nikki's face. 

"I hate you!" I say back. "I fucking hate you!" 

He's pouncing before I can grab anything else, tackling me to the bed, holding at my arms.

"I have done nothing but dedicate the last six years of my life to you, asking you 'how high' every time you have told me to fucking jump, trying to help you the best I could, and trying to keep my shit together for you and this is how you repay me?!" I'm overcome with sadness once more, a wave of sobs drowning me, and I try to get him off of me, hitting at his chest.

"Viv--"

"--How long has this been happening?! How long have you been fucking her?!" 

"Vivian, stop before you get us kicked out." He orders sternly, trying not to raise his voice anymore. 

"I am humiliated!" I wail out, pain threading through every layer of my voice. 

"What the fuck is going on?!" Fred and Doc come in with Tommy, I didn't even notice Tommy had left. 

I take a few breaths, pushing Nikki off of me and he stumbles back after I shriek, "Get away from me!" and sit up on the bed. 

"Vivian--" Doc starts. 

"Shut up! I don't wanna fucking hear another word because it's all fucking bullshit!" I seethe at him. 

"Vivian, we can talk about this calmly, because screaming--" 

"--No! I've had everyone's foot on my throat for the past four years, telling me how to act, how to look, how to make sure he's happy, and it just took less than 45 seconds for her to blow every fucking thing to fucking hell and let me know I did all of it for absolutely nothing!" I say through thick tears, bubbling anger starting to rise within me again.

I'm suddenly lunging and clawing at Nikki's face and neck before I can stop myself.

"Vivian!" Nikki hollers, his face bleeding as he tries to swing at me but Doc blocks him, yelling, "both of you calm the fuck down!" 

I'm starting to breathe quickly, my whole body feeling heavy as Fred and Doc keep us separated.

"How the hell did this happen?" I ask him, more so demand.

"Vivian," Doc says, catching his breath. "We'll talk about it later."

"I just found out…" I can't bring myself to say "my husband's been cheating on me" without feeling like I'm going to vomit. "...and you just wanna talk about it later?" I ask him, appalled and he looks at Nikki. 

"I'm not…" Nikki trails off, shaking his head, looking as if he's about to cry before heading to the door and slamming it shut. 

"Oh, God, please." I beg, holding at my aching chest, my eyes squeezing closed as tears topple down my cheeks. 

"Come with me." I hear Doc lowly say to  Tommy. 

"Viv," Tommy slowly starts and I shake my head at him. 

"You were suppose to protect me." I hold back a sob. "You've always protected me and when I needed you to the most...you  were suppose to protect me and you didn't." I finally muster out and tears break over his lashes.

Before he can say anything, Doc's leading him out of the room, leaving me with Fred. 

"Vivian," Fred says, genuinely concerned. 

"I-I-oh, God." I can't make myself speak, tears and snot running down my face but I don't care, and he nods as I shake my head a little.

He just grabs one of my hands, squeezing it, comfortingly. 

We got kicked out of that hotel and because of my tantrum, we had to pay them back for the broken lamp and TV, but I didn't care. 

 I had done everything. Everything I could, everything I was told to do, and it still wasn't enough. I still wasn't enough. My best still wasn't enough.

I lay on the bathroom floor of our new hotel with the door locked, not crying as extensively as I was, but it's a steady stream of tears puddling on the floor, as everything I overlooked runs through my mind. 

Those nights I'd come home to see Vanity passed out in my house, the way everyone would get a little uncomfortable when she would hint at something and I was the only fucking one that didn't think anything about it...the fucking "V" tattoo on his arm that he played off as a five, when he just as easily at least could've have said it was for "Vivian" or something. Anything. 

"You are the world's biggest fucking idiot." I whisper to myself. "How could you be so stupid?" 

I'm so tired, I've been crying for the past four hours, but anytime I try to sleep I can't. It's not because I'm on the floor and I'm uncomfortable, but because my mind won't quit replaying every scenario there is imaginable of Nikki and Vanity touching each other. 

A one night stand would have been something I'd still be shattered over...but an entire relationship?

I don't even want to know how long it's been happening. 

I just want to sleep. 

"Vivian." I hear Vince say from the other side of the door and I sniffle, not wanting to talk to anyone. "I'm sorry, alright? But what the fuck did you expect? We're rockstars. It's common sense how we live. You should have known Nikki wasn't an exception to that, when you married him." 

"Get out!" I scream at him, getting all the strength in me to open the door and shove at his shoulders to the room door. 

"Vi--"

"--Leave me alone!" I demand, snatching the room key from him before opening the door and pushing him out, slamming it shut, resting my aching forehead against the cool wood. 

I try to take deep breaths to calm down, but I'm unable to. 

I slide down the door, my mind continuing to race.

I couldn't sleep at all.

My eyes, nearly swollen shut from crying for two days, are glued to the screen of the TV set before me, Doc, Fred, Nikki, Tommy, Vince, Mick, Tansy, Sparkie, Donna, Emi, and everyone else at risk of being asked about this shit show by the press, as a recording of Vanity's interview is replayed to us.

"Yeah, I'll be Vanity 6 once again. Isn't that nice?" 

 "I heard that--now, Nikki, uh, he's not ma--"

"--Mötley Crüe." She states what he's known for and cuts Arsenio short. 

"Yeah, I read about Nikki in, uh, Fresh Magazine."

"Oh, no, you've read about him." Vanity says, causing the audience to laugh uncomfortably along with Arsenio. 

"Is he here?" He asks.

"Texas. He's in Texas." She explains. 

"He's in Texas with Mötley Crüe."

"Right." She nods. 

"And they're probably partying with some chicks up in the room." He jokes, trying to carry on as smoothly as possible with this whirlwind she just dropped.

"Oh, I'll kill him." She laughs out. "I'll kill him." 

Again, everyone laughs. 

"When are you getting married?" 

"Oh, probably December, maybe Christmas, maybe New Years, we haven't decided." She replies. 

"Are you--you seem like you're in love, you're very bubbly, you're glowing." Arsenio points out and she nervously rubs her forehead. 

"Oh, I--I know, I feel stupid, I know. I look stupi--"

"--No, no, that's great." He argues politely. "And this ring is something else." He states as he looks at it. "You don't get no crackerjacks with this, I mean that's a nice ring." He chuckles, along with her and the crowd. 

Doc stops it there, anger of the highest degree on his face as he glares at Nikki, who's got his sunglasses on and refuses to even look my way. 

"I told you--" Doc stops talking for a moment, nearly shaking, having to take deep breaths. "--when you got together with that coked out bitch to not be--" he loses it, throwing his bottle of water at the wall, "--fucking messy!" He yells. "We have done everything we could possibly do to help you and what do you do in return? Bend all of us over and just," Doc thrusts his hips forward a few times as if he's screwing a girl, "fuck all of us!" 

Nikki let's out a heavy breath.

"Her sister called last night and that ring she's flashing around, Sixx, is Viv's." Doc states and I feel my bottom lip shake as more tears come to my eyes. "You can't tell me you didn't play a part in this shit. You can't. Vanity's crazy, but she didn't just wake up one day and decide to say she's engaged to you. You helped prompt this. You can't tell me you didn't." He points at Nikki and Nikki sits quietly. "Jesus fuck." Doc sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay. Okay. This is what we do. I've been on the phone for the past two days with the office, the label, Vanity's people...and everyone agrees that playing this off as a misunderstanding on Vanity's part is the best option." He tells us. "What she said about being engaged to Nikki is-is technically right thanks to his fucking smack and crack binge that lead to that bright fucking idea--but instead of accusing her of lying, we'll say it was a 'misunderstanding'." Doc replies and I squeeze my eyes shut. "It could get ugly for us if you two are at each other's throats over this, publicly, so you two are just gonna have to play nice for the cameras and hash this out behind closed doors." He adds. "Because if we say it was a misunderstanding but you two are having issues, they'll know we're bullshitting."

"What if I want a divorce?" Nikki--Sikki--boldly asks and Doc clenches his jaw while I brush away tears as quickly as possible, playing it off. 

"You can split when this tour is over, that way you can blame it on something other than asking another woman to marry you while you've been married to the girl you've been with since 1981 for four fucking years."

I'm too exhausted to protest the idea of staying with him until the tour ends. 

I just want to go home. 

"So if anybody asks any of you about it 'no comment' the fuck out of them. And if you absolutely have to say something other than 'no comment', you laugh a little bit to make it seem like it's nothing, and tell them--verbatim--'It was a complete misunderstanding.' And if I find out anybody doesn't answer with one of those, word for fucking word, you're done." He threatens in a serious tone. 

I've never seen Doc this mad. 

"Do I make myself clear?" He asks us and everybody nods...except me. "Viv?"

"I want to go home." I tell him. 

"If you go home right now, it'll look like something's up--"

"--Something is up." I let out hoarsely and everyone lets out a sad breath. "I just want to go home for a couple days." I say, my voice cracking.

"Not like it's gonna do you any good to run home. They knew about it, too." Sikki mocks me, referring to Duff and the guys. 

"Dude." Tommy says to him as if wanting him to shut up. 

I just get up and go to walk out of the room, stopping in front of Nikki, getting in his face.

"Burn in hell." I say and he turns his head to look at me, smirking. 

"That's the dream." He replies.

I get out as fast as I can, Fred following after me, and the second I get out, I'm throwing up, hoping nobody in there heard, especially Nikki. I feel like his inner evil fucking psychopath junkie will delight in my discomfort. 

He was angry because I refused to see him after he had tried to get Fred to convince me to speak to him. 

I didn't know what to say to him, and I didn't want to hear anything from him, yet. 

I just needed to get away from him for a few days and think about what I wanted to do. 

Did I want a divorce? Did I want to pack my shit from the house and never go back to him on tour and send him the divorce documents in the mail? Did I want to try to fix things? Did I think things could even be fixed at that point? I didn't know what to do, other than go home.

I finish packing all of stuff into my suitcase as Fred comes in, clearing his throat. 

"Look, I, uh...I talked to Doc. He decided it's a good idea for you to go back home for a couple days and come back with a clear head--well, as clear as it's gonna get." He explains. "But, the Rolling Stone dude is still coming on this week, so Doc wants you gone no longer than three days." He adds.

I completely forgot about Rolling Stone wanting to do a big issue on Mötley Crüe's tour in the midst of everything that's happened recently. 

"Which of course now, they're definitely chomping at the bit to get to nitty-gritty on everything and if you're not here, that's gonna send off some red flags, according to Doc." He explains and I let out a groan. 

"But Doc's currently getting you a flight for this early this evening, and I'll drive you there and we'll get someone to pick you up." 

I don't reply, letting out a breath and he gives me a small smile. 

"It'll be alright, Viv." He assures me. 

"I've been telling myself that since 1981. Nothing's fucking alright."

Going out in public was a mistake from hell.

 Every reporter outside of the airport here is shouting "Vivian" followed by invasive questions about Vanity and Nikki, and I'm happy I have my sunglasses on so they can't see me about to burst into tears. 

"Vivian, are you going home to file for divorce?!"

"Is Nikki and Vanity engaged?!"

"Are you and Nikki divorced without public knowledge?!" 

"Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?!" 

"We were under the impression Vanity was your friend?!" 

"Is this a polygamous relationship?!" 

"Do you have any comments on the recent bombshell about Vanity and Nikki?!" 

"Bless their hearts." I reply with a sarcastic smile, damning Doc's little gag order. 

This causes them to start popping off my questions like a swarm of piranhas.

I'd be hearing about that comment I made, from Doc,  the next day.

I'm praying there isn't a swarm of press outside as I make my way to the front exit of L.A.X., but my prayer is answered, kind of, when I only see Axl waiting for me with Duff's car. 

We don't say anything to each other until we get to the first stop light on the road. 

"It's fucking shitty we didn't tell you--"

"--Axl, I don't wanna hear it."

"No, let me finish." He demands. "Look at me." 

I sigh and glare at him. 

"We wanted to tell you, Viv."

"Then why the hell didn't you?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me, honestly, matter-of-fact, without a doubt, if one of us came to you and told you Nikki and Vanity were seeing each other, you wouldn't have lost your fuckin' mind?" 

I don't say anything. 

"We've been trying for months to get him to leave her alone, or come clean to you, and he'd just say, 'I'm working on it'. We had no idea they were that fucking deep into it."

I roll my eyes, my eyes blinking back tears.

"I'm being serious--Viv, hey." He says and I look at him. "If we would have known that, that's how you would have found out, we would've told you sooner. I swear to fucking God, Viv, we woulda told you sooner if we knew that's how you would've found out." He promises. 

This is possibly the most sincere I've ever seen Axl.

Which lets me know he's being honest. 

No matter how angry I am at them, they didn't tell me to save my feelings. 

Their intentions were pure, but horribly executed. 

When we get to the Franklin, we walk in to see the guys in the living room of Axl's place, watching cartoons. 

I don't say anything to Izzy, Duff, Steven or Slash, and none of them try to speak to me once Axl gives them the look that says I'm not in the mood to speak about anything. 

"I'm gonna shower." I say, taking myself to the bathroom with my stuff, locking the door behind me.

I shower, then proceed to stay in there, avoiding everybody and everything, until I hear a soft little knock, and Stevie's voice.

"H-hey, Viv? We got some food...if you're hungry, I mean." He says on the other side of the door and I exhale.

"I'm not hungry, Steven." I say, sniffling, wiping tears away that have been flowing since I turned the shower off. 

"Are you gonna stay in there all night?" He asks next.

"It's my business if I do." I snap back and he lets out a breath. 

He doesn't say anything else, I just hear him walk away. 

Steven, as nice as he always has been, had no problem setting someone straight if needed. He was never aggressive with me, because I usually stayed on his good side, but if someone rubbed him the wrong way, he'd get in their face and ask them what the fuck their problem was. I expected him to break into that bathroom and ask me what my problem was, but he knew what my problem was, I guess…

...Izzy on the other hand…

"Izzy, what the hell?!" I yell as the door swings open after he picks the lock. 

"We're fucking pieces of shit and the assholes they come out of, I get that. Axl gets that. Stevie gets that. Duff gets that. Slash gets that. We understand collectively that we are gross for not telling you. But we didn't tell you in hopes your dumb-fuck husband would wise up, like we have all been trying to get him to do, and break things off with the bitch. But he didn't. But we were hoping he would so we wouldn't have to witness your firey wrath sent straight from the gates of fucking hell. But we are anyway, apparently. We tried dropping hints. Countless hints. Obvious hints but you were too busy getting fucked by cupid and having a too perfect view of love to notice. But we tried. Extensively. If we knew she was going to embarrass you like that, we wouldn't  have kept it from you, at all. But it's too fucking late now, and we can't do anything about it except just be here for you, I guess, but you coming home and being a bitch to us for not telling you something that would've been so fucking obvious to you if you would have paid a little more attention, is fucked. Next time we'll just tell you he's fucking one of your best friends and rip the fucking bandaid off." He says to me, stunning me. "Now quit hogging the bathroom because some of us need to use it."

I can usually take Izzy's tough love, but this time, I can't.

"I gave her a key to my house." I say randomly, more tears coming to my eyes. 

"No, no, you're suppose to tell me to go fuck myself." He says. 

"And the codes to our gate and...24/7 access to my husband, and I was too fucking stupid to realize I was just letting her have him anytime she wanted him." I choke out.

The door cracks open a little to reveal Duff behind Izzy, and he cautiously steps to me, hugging me tightly to him.

One thing I was beginning to realize: the first thing I said to Nikki was, "how could you let this happen?"  

 I was beginning to see that it wasn't meant as a "how could you let yourself do this to me?" but as a "how could you let her embarrass me like this?"

I knew something was up, subconsciously, I had this feeling that I knew something but I didn't know what exactly I knew until I was publicly humiliated over it.

I spend the rest of the night not speaking to anyone, not necessarily because I'm still angry, but because I'm just not in a talking mood. 

By the time everyone else is going out, Duff and I are heading back to his place so I can try to sleep. 

"You can have whatever side of the bed you want." He lets out, a little awkwardly being that we haven't spoken all night. 

I nod, going to the side of the bed I slept on the last time I stayed here. 

He looks as if he wants to say something else to me, but chooses not to as I get into bed with him, turning my back to him, hoping to get some form of rest, but even a couple hours later, it never comes. 

I lay next to Duff, his soft snoring sounding through the small room, his bare back to me, and in the lights from the street that are filing through the window, I can see the smattering of acne scars along his back, and I can't stop my hand from reaching out, grazing over them. 

He moves a little in his sleep and I let out a breath, tired of being awake with my own thoughts that are just overflowing with whispers of Nikki. 

I wish I was in bed next to him. 

I wish he never would have done what he did in the first place. 

I wish I wouldn't have been so naive.

I wish I would have listened to my gut before we got married. 

Finally getting tired of it, I pull myself up and stumble to the kitchen, looking around until I find a bottle of NyQuil syrup.

I take the correct dose of it to maybe help me sleep before going back to bed. 

 "Will you quit it?" I grin, chuckling as his lips brush against the space between my shoulder blades as he hovers over me while I'm laying on my stomach at the foot of the bed. "I'm trying to finish this." I add, referring to the blank paper before me and the pen in my hand. 

"You weren't worried about writing it for the past two hours." He teases, peppering my bare back in kisses and I giggle, trying to worm him off of me."You're almost done with school, what's one missing paper gonna hurt?" He questions. 

"It'll hurt when it counts as a chunk of my final grade and I haven't even gotten a thesis statement figured out. And if I when I bring home a crappy final grade, I don't think my mom will appreciate, 'I couldn't do my thesis paper because I was too busy fucking your worst nightmare that I snuck in through my window'."

He lets out a scoff, kissing my skin one last time before I'm turning over to face him, still holding the pen and paper in my hand laying above my head, my other hand tracing over his cheek.

"I can write it." He says after a moment of thinking and I furrow my brows. 

"Write what?" 

"Your paper." 

"You want to write a thesis for paper for twelfth-grade English?" I have to stop myself from laughing.

"Sure." He shrugs. 

"Didn't you drop out of school?" I question and he snatches the pen and paper out of my hand and sits up, grabbing the book I was using as a hard surface to write on. 

"If I can write a song, I can write a thesis paper." He states and I raise my brows. 

"Whatever you say." 

My eyes slowly blink open, and my whole body starts hurting again, gut wrenching pain that's suffocating my heart in a stronghold as my swollen eyes start to weep again. 

"Oh, God, please. Please, God." I beg, trying to be quiet enough not to wake Duff up. I'm not sure what exactly I'm praying for, I just know my spirit is crying out for mercy and relief of any kind. 

He spent a couple days writing that paper, collecting sources and proof to back his thesis statement: 'The way today's christian and conservative groups view and sacrifice secular music genres, specifically rock n' roll, and the artists within those genres, is completely counterproductive of the teachings of who they worship because their approach is judgemental and belligerent.' I just copied it word for word in my handwriting and kept his original work of it which is framed and hanging in our house today.

Those were the main memories that would replay in my dreams: us when we first started fooling around and slowly seeing each other exclusively.

Small little things that just added more reasons to why I was so in love with in to begin with.

Things we completely lost sight of by 1987. 

Those were the ones that would hurt like hell to wake up from.

I'm unable to fall asleep again, so I take another dose of NyQuil, and wait for it to go in effect. 

I fell asleep, but woke up every couple hours, and immediately started crying each time, not forgetting I was heartbroken in the slightest because I'd dream of Nikki. 

I'd just lay there saying, "God, please," not knowing what I was praying for him to do.

And, in a slightly irresponsible and reckless attempt to go back to sleep to stop the pain,  I'd take another dose of NyQuil every time, not thinking anything of it because it was an 'over the counter' drug. After taking four maximum doses of the stuff in a 6 hour period, my body started freaking out.

My heart is pounding in my chest, my breathing trying to compensate for what feels like an inability to get enough air as something in me is telling me to wake Duff up.

"Duff, Duff." I gasp out, shaking at his shoulder and he wakes up, confused, tired eyes looking at me. 

Apparently it just takes one look at me to wake him up fully, because he's sitting up as fast as he can. 

"Something's not right." I say breathlessly. 

"Viv?" He asks, at least I think that's what he says.

His hand suddenly grasps at my wrist, his fingers on my pulse point, and his eyes widen. 

"We gotta get you to a hospital." He replies as calmly as he can, but I can tell he's frantic in his mind. 

#nikki sixx #mötley crüe #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction #gateway drug

[sailorvinus]

One thing I like about your portrayal, and something I admire in general, is that you are very confident in everything you do and while we're still new in interacting it is honestly pretty infectious. Plus, I don't really know what I'm getting from you in a really fun way, it's clear that you're really solid in your portrayal of Vi and you know what you're doing. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but generally you have a really great blog here with a great character. It's been a fun time reading stuff from you.

✨ @emptyvictory. meme. still accepting!

tbh i am also walking in to our own threads not knowing what vis gonna say or do. i dont even know what kind of mood he'll be in. some days i think he's pretty fine but then ill pull a reply out of my ass where he's obviously on the brink and one manic episode away from getting a tattoo that says ' i'll die when i'm dead ' on his ass.

truthfully

i am not happy with a reply until i reread my own work with this exact expression on my face

doesnt matter how serious or not-so-serious the thread is!!! it helps when u take ur sleeping medication too early so ur brain is working at a capacity that could only be described as a wet spaghetti noodle that was thrown against the wall of a cheap motel where people go when they need a place to scream along with some ice from the half working ice machine, sliding slowly and into a garbage can filled with funfetti near the pool. replies at that point are an enigma until fully written at that point..... that i just dont like plotting, im very much an on-the-go rper. lgkfjdsgjdfk.

also yes in v confident..... i wasnt born into this world just to be humble and whatever the fuck. im certainly not here to be besties with everyone or make anyone comfortable. im here to cut up! ppl do get mad at me often and i have been called egotistical, a bitch, and loaded with an attitude of being better than everyone else. which. theyre right. 

anyway thank u.... u kno i luv u, ur writing, and niko. niko’s a treasure.... 10 / 10 ready to beat someones ass for him. u got me caring about this man and i aint even play the game yet...!!!!

#( 🌙 KEEPSAKE! MOON HEALING ESCALATION. ✨ ) #/ that spaghetti noodle imagery was so visceral.... sorry LGJFDSLGDJF. #emptyvictory

[noodlecupcakes]

Eleven

I got tagged by these wonderful ladies whom I both adore @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and @jeffreydeanneganstrash

Gonna put a read more as theres 22 questions in total for me to answer

@flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash questions

1. Do you have any pets? If so, what species, and what are their names?

I don't have any pets myself, but my boyfriend has two amazing doggos called Tilly and Charlie 

2. Your favorite place that you’ve traveled to?

Florence, Italy. Unfortunately it was a stop off location for a cruise so I only got to spend a day there with a very rushed tour, so I would really love to go back for a proper holiday. 

3. What are you currently reading?

It by Stephen King but I would like to point out that I do NOT want to fuck Pennywise

4. One thing that you’re currently looking forward to?

Walker Stalker London 2018, I'm a greedy bitch and have two photo ops with Jeffrey Dean Morgan and I'm so excited to meet him again. I will go into cardiac arrest if he remembers me. 

5. Where do you hopefully see yourself in 5 years?

Perhaps engaged to my other half @mk-vi (no pressure daddy), and hopefully in a much better job

6. Your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Hmmm, I think I would have to say Strawberry or Milky Way

7. What’s the best piece of advice that you’ve ever received?

Write for you, if your not happy with your work then there's not much point 

8. Favorite brand/chain/type of coffee?

I don't like coffee, or hot drinks for that matter

9. One thing you never leave home without?

iPod, I have to have music 

10. Name 3 things (can be physical, emotional, etc.) that you love about yourself.

1. My boobs. Pride and joy baby

2. My sense of empathy although this does involve crying at multiple books/tv shows and movies

3. How persistent I am when it comes to writing. I gotta get a chapter out at least once a week unless something comes up. 

11. If you were to recommend one published book/series for me to read, what would it be?

THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO SERIES, (just the first three, we don't talk about the new trilogy) by Stieg Larsson. This is like my all time fav series of books to read. Lisbeth Salander is strong independant woman goals. 

And now for @jeffreydeanneganstrash‘s questions 

1. Was there a book or movie that you read/watched that truly disappointed you? If so, which book/movie and why?

I think Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice was absolutely unreadable garbage, yet the movie was soooo good. The book is just given such an awful format, it's not a pleasure to read, its more of a chore. If your recalling memories I don't want the whole damn book to be you reciting them. Maybe lets do some time jumps and you write out the actual memory. 

2. If you could travel back in time, where would you go?

Hmmm, I’ve always been fascinated by Ancient Egypt so probably then, although Im sure I wouldnt last long at all. 

3. What is your favourite quote or song lyric?

Quote:  Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it. Don't wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee - Agent Dale Cooper - Twin Peaks

4. Who is you least favourite “popular” celebrity and why?

Any of the Kardashians like what are they actually famous for again? 

5. When there’s something strange in your neighbourhood…who are you gonna call?

The fucking police 

6. Would you ever play with a ouija board?

FUCK NO. I’VE WATCHED TOO MANY HORROR MOVIES TO BE SMART ENOUGH TO NOT EVEN GO NEAR ONE. 

7. If you could be a part of any T.V./Movie universe, which would it be?

Oh jesus fucking christ. *flops* How can I pick one? As much as I would like to say The Walking Dead I honestly don't think I would survive. So maybe Gotham or Steven Universe 

8. Do you prefer mornings or nights?

Nights as my brain activity seems to go through the roof and thats when I find it easiest to write. 

9. Can you name 11 things that are around you?

1. Empty plate

2. Sweet wrappers

3. Phone

4. iPod

5. Pens

6. Notebooks

7. Printer

8. Multiple colouring books

9. Colouring pens and pencils 

10. Sunglasses case

11. Nail clippers. 

10. Black or white?

Black

11. What is the soundtrack to your life?

Hmmmm probably a mixture of Sempiternal by Bring Me the Horizon and Electra Heart by Marina & the Diamonds