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[minthe-drawings]

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay is so good y'all!! Ended up creating my own Minthe Mc for the game🥰❤

[sleepynxri]

“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"

A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!

P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!

Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader

Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I

What did I get myself into?

A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.

Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Fuck Fate and itself.

You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.

The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)

Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.

And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.

Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.

Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.

Why not see what they’re up to?

So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.

You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…

You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.

Then you met Kevin….

You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.

A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)

Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.

‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.

After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.

You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.

“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.

But you beat him to it.

" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.

“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.

Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)

You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)

You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.

You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.

“Ah.. who is it?"

“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.

“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.

“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “

Fuck it.

" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “

A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.

He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).

“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “

You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.

" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.

You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.

You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

Lavendeer Studio Discord Server

Disclaimer: I am not part of the Lavendeer Studio team, I'm just placing the links here to whoever wants to play the game or wants to join the server for more updates and upcoming events!!

[melocores]

i’ve only ever posted these in the lavendeer server so i thought i’d put these here as well 🫶

vince & andrew as who really cares (not allowed)

vince & jean as french exit (lover’s rock)

@lavendeerstudios teehee :3

[tenacquity]

looks directly into the camera while i update the usfw rule on my (applicable) blogs bc someone (my absolute disaster gay son vincent but you didn't hear it from me) came in like a wrecking ball and refused to adhere to the whole "fade to black" gig and gave the rest of my muses ideas . . . (╯•﹏•╰)

so uh yea just a heads-up about that! it's obviously not going to be a primary focus on any blog, but you may see more of it now that the floodgates have been breached 🧍 everything of this nature will be tagged and under a read more, but if this bothers anyone, please take care of yourself and do what you need to do, okay? <3 thanks for understanding!

[x-doom-and-gloom-x]

AAAAAAH SO MANY MEN TO LOVE !!!!!

[rosiesdiner]

@justaprick ;)

"Do you think we'll all get infected? I mean... at least those of us at the diner, but then people ran through the building too. It's never been in the building before. I know it wasn't originally airborne, but what if it's adapting?"

[bellysoupset]

i think i remember you saying at one point that you had originally planned for vince and leo to end up together (i’m not suggesting that should happen! i love love love the current pairings!) and i think that relationship could have been so interesting to explore! cause vince is super close with his family and i can just imagine leo visiting them with him during the holidays. vince’s family treat him like one of their own and the whole trip, leo’s like ‘i’m really happy but i feel like i’m gonna cry?’ and vince, who’s kinda confused or maybe not depending on how much he knows at this point, tells him they love him.

I looove this ask, it gives me a little bit of delulu thoughts about a reality where I went with Leo/Vince. I wrote your request here! Sicily Part 6

[twcbelts]

" baby, " hands find either side of his face, gentle touch despite the fire burning inside. she had been angry before, but now becky lynch had murder on her mind. amber hues dart between his. lip purses outward in signature pout. heavy, heaving breaths. " i'm gonna kill 'im. " / @rvyalfamily noc starter.

[howthesleeplesswander]

“You like that, then? How it feels when I— Ah. Shhh. There’s no need to talk.”

After all, Rody’s face says it all, paired with the hiccups of whimpers bubbling through his lips, the way his breath hitches when Vincent gets him just right. He’s since pulled back from meticulous work on an exposed neck and down the curve of his shoulder, taken that moment to observe the heated blossoms in Rody’s cheeks, the twin coals of desire in his eyes. A satisfied purr rumbles in Vincent’s chest at the display, but he’s nowhere near done.

“Where is it the best?” He moves back in, tone low and guttural as he drags his teeth along the shell of his ear. “Here?” His lips fall lower, rediscovering a recently abused patch on Rody’s neck that he teases with a sharp bite. “Here?” Lower. Down to his shoulder, right there in that concave of his clavicle, Vincent takes some of that skin into his mouth and sucks generously. “Here . . . ?” He expels a weighted breath, and before his next suggestion, a wicked curve spreads across his lips.

“Or do I keep going lower?”

// vincent is impatient and needs to destroy a boy ♡ ～('▽^人)

Answered! || @sansgout

((oh don't worry, he already is B3c 🔥🔥))

Immediately, he'd been instructed not to touch.

Less than five minutes later, Rody already knew that, across all twenty-eight of his failed jobs, he'd never faced a task so difficult to succeed at.

His shirt had been cast off to a forgotten corner of the bedroom, but the cool caress of the sheets at his back was negated by the heat of Vincent's mouth on his skin. Every bite and suck pried out soft gasps and hiccuping sounds, but Rody hardly cared about his own noises.

He'd never heard Vincent sound like this before. His voice was low and rough; passionate, like he'd been yearning for this for ages. Like learning where Rody liked that torturous heat best—an impossible choice when every spot blew his mind all over again—was the most important thing in the world. But before Rody could even try to respond, Vincent paused just long enough to study him. Attentive. Hungry. Then he hummed like he was so pleased with what he saw, and Rody's brain crashed almost as spectacularly as when their mutual desires had first been made known.

When he finally rebooted, a longer sound seeped out: a pitiful attempt at finding his voice. Apparently his body was all too eager to be burned alive, for just the word "lower" from those lips made Rody's already-prominent flush follow them, spreading down to the newest bruise at his collar.

"Vince—" He couldn't help but squirm; it was all he could do to keep his hands obediently clenched in the sheets. "All of it," he murmured on a heavy breath, desire clouding his eyes. "I can't—can't choose. It all feels so good."

[enypneon]

for v and so mi ─ @mindsmade

ocean vuong, on earth we're briefly gorgeous / mindless self indulgence, straight to video / franz kafka, the metamorphosis / güneş, kelebek / michael kiwanuka, cold little heart / hye soon kim, autobiography of death / sue zhao, a great and sudden change / agustina bazterrica, tender is the flesh .

[chloenwckobia]

who: CHLOE & VINCE. @vincexmatthews

where: beach bash.

when: sometime during the bonfire (August 25th).

"I've secured the goods," Chloe announced, excitement oozing from her words. In one hand, Chloe held up a bag full of marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers. In the other, she quickly held up two matching metal rods to put their marshmallows on. Chloe settled down on the blanket-covered log next to the fire and reached out a hand to give the other one of the rods, along with a marshmallow. Chloe placed a marshmallow on the edge of the of her own rod, watching as it started to char once she put it over the flames. "How do you usually roast your marshmallows? I like mine extra toasty."

[atrickrtreat]

@lcstinfantasy cont from here

Dusty was one of those women who didn't think she was drop-dead gorgeous by any means, but she did take pride in how she looked and knew that she was pretty. It never invoked anything quite like Vince's little display though and she kissed him back before she looked up at him. "What was that for? Someone looking at me again?"

[gncrly]

@dadiism (vince)

vince's place

"I'm tired, man. I dunno how you do it all with the kids and the shop and Leota." It didn't help that Leo was also spending most of his nights at the casino, drinking and gambling. He barely slept. Or maybe it was because he felt like his older brother could handle things and he just couldn't. Though it probably helped that Vince had been taking care of other people in his life for a long time. "Do you need like five shots of espresso to get through the day? I'm running on alcohol and coffee these days."

[mindsmade]

@sherez / meme: You can't help, and I can't help you.

Not unexpected, that, but it stings all the same. He's not sure what part feels worse: the keen awareness of his own powerlessness, or hearing Vasya admitting to hers. Granted, it almost sounds like something else, coming from her — like she's trying to present it as an intentional refusal to even try.

Maybe it is that, maybe it isn't — Vince never did excel at reading other people and their intentions. He's wont to assume the truth is whatever's most hurtful to him, at least after having cycled through every other conceivable explanation.

At the same time, he feels guilty for leaning into the assumption that it's unwillingness on her part that drives her response. Caught in this limbo, then, he leans a little more into the side of the truck at his back, head tipping towards it until his cranium sits against the cool, metal sheet. ❛  So, what? We can't see an immediate way to help each other, so we might as well just not try at all?  ❜

[jcksonfields]

Starter for: @vincexmatthews and JD Where: Winter Market outside the hustle and bustle When: December 2023

Not too many people around Merrock understood JD like Vince did. As someone who also loved football, Vince was one also a former Merrock High football player. They had never played on the team together because of the age difference, but having someone who understood what it was like, made the two of them buddies. So when JD saw Vince across the market, he had to go over and say hello. Running up and playfully pretending to tackle Vince, JD said, "still got that swagger I see. What's up dude?" He said and gave him a typical bro-hug.

[midnightscxre]

@napalmvein ˙[ Closed starter -- side thread ]

The sound of rolling tires on moist gravel pierced the darkness of the unholy hour. If it weren't for the dim light that barely made its way through the high windows of the old Spanish colonial house, gloomy evening would have mercilessly engulfed everything around it when the American muscle's headlights went off. Scarlet haired woman didn't realize how long she had been driving, the beautiful peaceful landscape where the crickets serenaded the moon, the tall grass swaying gently in the hot breeze, the edge of the forest stretching along the north side of the valley. . . she would have admired everything while keeping the oxygen in her lungs if her tunnel focus had not been on the red dot on the smartphone screen, which showed the destination of the entered coordinates. Clare fought with fangs and claws like a she-wolf defending her cubs to get hold of those numbers, to get the ' map ' that would lead her to him.

She never forgot to close the door and turn the key in the lock of her tin pet, now -- the car was left with the driver's door wide open, while the feet swallowed the meters. . . Blood pump was beating mercilessly, pulse hitting the soft skin, lower lip smeared with a blooming scarlet drips because how much the woman was gnawing away from the nervousness that was ripping the guts. She leapt up four stairs like a gazelle on the run, grabbing the door and gasping for air -- she didn't even let up, didn't take a break. A fist slammed aggressively on the door at least five times before a clear, penetrating voice joined the din. " Vincent?! Vincet open up! " the full name left a strange aftertaste on soft muscle, she always used the shortened version.

Worry poured from every pore as the seconds of deafening silence became a minute. A couple of thunderous fresh knocks, this time hitting the underside of the weathered mahogany door with the tip of her sneaker. " Vincet, open the door! " The palms were covered with a thin layer of cold sweat, the stomach was heaving bile. . . What if he is not conscious? What if the injuries are so dangerous and severe that it is impossible to make a sound, let alone reach the door? The thought injected a new dose of trepidation, dread possessing the hourglass shape as some ancient demon. Darting to the nearest window and getting on the tip of the toes, jade irises jumped from left to right in dismay, like a pink pong ball that players throw over the net. A thick layer of dust and a handful of thrown things obstructed the clear view. Few curses fell between the gritted teeth as she lunged at the door again, ready to break the lock with a porch chair.

Clink

Like an angel's trumpet, the sound of the door unlocking froze her in place with relief, but that feeling evaporated like water in the burning sun when she saw a beautiful face full of cuts, a swollen eye, a stooped posture that was not at all characteristic of this man who exuded strength. .Fatigue, exhaustion, pain, and confusion marred everything that normally graced his attitude... drilling a hole in the readhead's heart. " Vinc. . . wha. . . " eyes glazed with teardrops caused by tremendous concern by witnessing Vince's agony, scanned him anxiously. Darting toward the man, delicate hand pressed on the prominent jaw, lifting his head up, other slipping under the ribs as if she wanted to hold him upright. " What happened?! Why aren't you in a damn hospital? " Pointless questions, knowing answer to both, but refusing to make peace with them. Fury rose along the other unpleasant emotions of the harsh fact that Paul rather had Vince in that damn bug-like man's ' one minute ' care to save himself from suspicion from the real doctors. " Where else are you hurt? Are you feeling nauseous, headache, weakness? " Checking the pupils but barely making anything in the pitch black of the night, Clare tenderly lowered the hand to his chest then slid it gently to his ribs. " Are any of your bones broken? Can you breathe normally? " Fearing that his hunched posture might be the result of a fractured ribs, she continued to examine him.