#((vin what the actual fuck why are you calm what is this))

[heartsforvin]

Hi! I Hope you’re well🫶

Can you write something where vinnie was rude to y/n because he’s quite irritable since he’s trying to quit vaping (proud of him btw!) and then he feels terribly sorry so he covers y/n with kisses and hugs🥹

MOOD SWINGS

i’m doing good thank you ! and thank you for the request !! so proud of vin for tryna quit cus ik that shit is not easy to do 😭

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), lil bit of angst, i think that’s all but lmk if i missed somethin !!

summary; vinnie accidentally lashes out on you but quickly realizes what he did

for a few years now, vinnie has been trying to quit vaping. it’s been a rough road over the years, but you’re proud of vinnie for actually sticking to his goal.

you knew when you started dating vinnie that he vaped, but he had told you he stopped months ago.

when you saw him vape about a month ago, you were confused, questioning him on it and wondering why he was starting the habit back up again.

“baby i swear i’m quitting, i’m sorry,” he rambled to you. “i’ve been taking zyn’s to help me quit it, and i know it’s like swapping one thing out for another, but they’re really helping me.” he explained.

you smiled at him and had given him a hug, looking up at him with your pretty eyes. “don’t be sorry, my love,” you told him. “i know you’re trying to quit, you’ll get there eventually.”

vinnie gave you a quick kiss and had thanked you for being so supportive.

fast forward to a few weeks later and his habit is still here, but you know he’s trying to stop it, and you knew it took some time.

it’s been difficult on you, on your relationship, but you know the two of you will get past this.

vinnie’s become a bit more irritable since he’s been trying to quit the habit, you try not to take it personal and tell yourself it’s just a mood swing thing, but it’s hard not too when it’s the person you love so much.

“sweetheart, have you seen my zyn’s anywhere?” vinnie asks you as he walks into your guys’ shared room in his apartment.

you’re sat on his bed with hera in your lap when you saw him walk into the room. “no i haven’t, im sorry.”

muttering what sounded like a cuss word under his breath, vinnie goes into the bathroom to see if he had left them in there.

“fuck,” you hear from the bathroom. you carefully place hera on the mattress next to you and stand up to see what has vinnie so upset.

“vinnie?” you slowly walk into the bathroom to see vinnie move stuff that’s on the counter around. “baby it’s okay, calm down,” you walk up to him and rub his back. “we’ll find them.”

you’re trying so hard not to let your emotions get to you when vinnie suddenly turns to face you. the look he’s giving you is something you can’t explain.

“and what if we don’t?” he asks, the look in his eyes immediately changing and you can tell he’s getting upset.

“i need to quit this awful fucking habit,” he says, pacing around the bathroom. “you hate it, i hate it, everyone hates it, it’s no good.”

you agree with him, it is no good, but getting upset over losing something to stop that habit shouldn’t be happening.

“this whole thing just pisses me off,” he tells you as he continues to walk around the bathroom. “i should’ve never started.”

it’s silent for a moment before vinnie yells out something and that’s when you knew he was really upset.

“vin, baby, it’s okay we can—no, we can’t do anything. this is a me thing.” vinnie cuts you off, and when the words come out of his mouth tears immediately well up in your eyes.

you and vinnie are a team, always have and will always will be, it’s how you two work. so when the sentence ‘we can’t do anything’ fell from his lips, you wanted to cry.

you knew you shouldn’t have, and was probably gonna hear it from him after, but you hit his chest out of frustration and walked out of the room.

vinnie watched as you walked away with a slam to the bedroom door, muttering something to himself once the door shut.

he knew it’d end up like this at some point, and he felt like shit for raising his voice at you and making you cry.

hours went by and you were back in vinnie’s room, curled up in his bed with hera laying against your chest.

you hear the door quietly open and you know it’s vinnie, but don’t make an attempt to roll over to face him.

“sweetheart?” you hear as his voice sounds hurt, like he knows what happened hours ago, as if it finally processed in his head.

the mattress dips and that’s when you know he’s laying on the other end of you. vinnie moves some hair that’s in your face and he plants a soft kiss right below your eye.

“i’m so sorry i raised my voice at you, my love,” he starts, making you smile that he’s finally apologizing. “and for making you cry.”

“i just, it’s been tough on me, you know? all the mood swings and shit, but that can’t be an excuse, i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” he explains.

you carefully roll over to face your boyfriend, hera still laying beside you as you do. vinnie carefully reaches up to caress your cheek and smiles.

you lean into his touch and kiss his palm softly. “it’s okay, you just need to remember that you’re not alone in this, i’m with you.” you explain.

vinnie smiles and leans in to kiss you, smiling once the two of you pull away. hera moves out from beside you and that’s when vinnie gently pulls you closer to him.

wrapping his arms around you, you nuzzle into his chest, loving the way he alone can calm you.

“i know,” you hear vinnie speak, the vibration in his chest making you giggle. “i’m still so sorry. i know we’ll find them, i just need to quit this, it’s giving me terrible mood swings.”

it’s silent but vinnie knows you heard him, soon you’re being covered in kisses and you can’t help but laugh.

vinnie hugs you tight after, making you smile and nuzzle into him more, loving being in his embrace.

“i love you, baby, we’ll get through this.” you tell him, looking up at him as you do.

vinnie looks down at you with a smile. “i love you too, i know we will.” he replies kissing you softly once more.

the two of you lie there wrapped in each others arms for awhile, knowing the two of you will in fact get through this.

hii !!! i hope you enjoyed this !! so so proud of vin for sticking to his goal and trying to quit vaping <33

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Could you please make another unhinged reader piece but this time with her going against Charles Choi? (I really love the one you did on Vin Jin!!)

Anon, so so sorry for the delay and tysm for reading! I've been putting off Charles in the first place cos it just seems big y'know?

Unhinged F!Reader links here (or check masterlist): Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin

Charles Choi with Unhinged F!Reader

"Huh," Charles wonders, "Why do I hear final boss battle music?"

How long has it been since Charles has felt this?

An overwhelming, crushing helplessness.

To think his downfall would come from a nobody. Somebody so insignificant that their existence was completely unknown to him.

An easy, fatal mistake.

"Elite?" the sound of your mocking tone reaches his ears despite the blood trickling out. "Elite compared to what?"

Silly boys and their silly nicknames. They're all the same. Elite, Big Daddy, Rabid Attack Dog, the Legend.

Compensating much? Pathetic.

Some little boys just never grow up, having tasted an ounce of power and thought that was all there was. Such big fishes in a tiny putrid swamp.

Your fingers scrape along Charles' once carefully groomed beard, now smeared with blood and spittle.

"What a silver fox. Guess that's a benefit of you being so past your prime."

The words should hurt, but Charles can face reality. He's no longer the young man he once was. Not sure he would even be a worthy opponent for you if he was.

How strange that in these moments it is Gapryong that he thinks about. How he wasn't really a worthy opponent for Gapryong neither, needing to secure his way to the top with underhanded dealings and James Lee.

Charles drifts in and out, thinking about the Pre-Generation, about Tom Lee and Jinyoung Park.

About how nobody has warned him about you, how he didn't see you coming until it was too late. Swaggering towards him in a deserted street with soulless eyes and a chilling grin.

"Charles Choi?" you had asked, tucking away a slip of paper into your breast pocket, "Or should that be... Elite?"

And that was the beginning of the end.

Or maybe it was the beginning of the end years ago, and now his chickens are coming home to roost.

Charles felt your first lethal attack before he could see it, remaining arm snapping and the heat of blood gushing and pouring out. Voice screaming on reflex before he could register it was his own.

Now, even with you easily in touching distance, Charles can't bring himself to move. He has nothing left to give. And was there ever a time he ever felt truly depleted? Not trying to brute force or scheme his way to the very end?

All fight has left him now.

In his delirium, words escape and leak unhindered under his breath. Some names that ring a bell with you.

You chuckle. "Tom Lee? Jinyoung Park? Oops, I got to them too."

Then you lean down, closing the gap between your bodies, lips ghosting over his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Gapryong Kim though? I heard you got to him years before I could." You look Charles square in the eye, your words landing and his eyes widen in panic.

His final secret out.

With that you throw your head back laughing, uproariously and deranged. That is what he's worrying about now? What a wretched man.

"I'll give you anything you want," Charles pleads.

Your laughter abruptly stops and replaced with a scathing look. How fucking predictable. Ugh. This whole thing is starting to bore you.

"I've heard it all from that that twink already. Eugene or something. It didn't end well for him."

"Maybe," you think outloud, examining your hands caked almost completely in red, not remembering if you actually painted your nails that colour or if that is Charles' blood too-

"I want your other arm."

"...I see." are his final words to you, recognising any further pleas will fall on deaf ears. Tone calm yet all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.

The last thing Charles see before he closes his eyes is the quirk of your lips and bloodlust etched all over your face.

In the darkness, he waits for you to decide his fate and for his empire to crumble.

[beaker1636]

Stress Relief - Vinny Smut Request

Request: You blow them in the studio while the guys are out during whatever. You two do your best not to get caught, the danger just makes you two even hornier. You barely make it before the rest of the guys show up. Back home he's ready for more fuck whatever else you two have to do. Pure filth really though everything consensual from degradation to choking slapping/spanking.

AN: I hope this fills what you wanted, I feel like I maybe went overboard with the whore thing but when I think degradation that is where my mind goes... and I lowkey love being called a whore (TMI). I definitely had Vinny get kind of rough and demanding with this but is that really a bad thing? Hope you enjoy and if not let me know and I'll try it again because there was a second place I thought about taking this!

“Vin, that still isn’t correct. Why don’t we all go take a break for lunch, take an hour, and then come back with a refreshed mind,” Chris says, knowing that right now the drummer is so overwhelmed that he won’t be able to do it correctly no matter how many times they try.

“I think I am going to stay and practice, I know I can get this right it might just take me a little bit,” Vin says, making the others all groan. 

Chris knows there is no way that they will talk him out of it, you on the other hand… maybe you can get him to relax some and relieve some of his stress.  He decides to send you a quick message begging you to come and talk some sense into your boyfriend.

Which is why you are pulling into the parking lot of the studio about 10 minutes later, barging your way inside the studio ready to do whatever it takes to get him to calm the fuck down.

Chris promised you that nobody would step back in until 1 meaning you have around 30 minutes to make him settle the fuck down, and you have a feeling that you know what Chris wants you to do though he would never ask you to actually do it.  But he did stress that you need to relieve Vinny's stress so you are going to do what you need to so you can hopefully keep him from getting chewed out for screwing up.

You step into the room and notice Vin look up from his drumset, looking at you curiously from where he sits, clearly he wasn’t expecting you to show up here.

“Why are you here? You usually know better than to interrupt me at work,” he says, looking at you with a rather cold look on his face.  

You are instantly annoyed, just because he is in a bad mood does not mean he gets to be an asshole towards you.  You are not going to deal with this if this is how he is going to be.

“I was told my boyfriend was uptight and kept fucking up, was asked to come relax him.  So you can let me do this the easy way, or you can piss me off and I can leave.  I don’t really feel like dealing with your attitude right now,” you say just as coldly, rolling your eyes at his frustrated look.

“You really think you can help me? Right now all you are doing is stressing me out more. Fuck y/n, I really need to practice this before Chris stops being nice about it and rips me a new asshole for wasting recording time,” Vinny sighs, glancing away from you with.  Honestly he feels bad that he snapped at you now. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be snapping at you.  I just hate coming in here and feeling like an idiot.”

“Let me help you relax, relieve your stress Vin.  Please, that is what I am here for,” you say softly, grabbing his hand trying to pull him away from his seat so you can move him towards the couch, a more comfortable chair for him while you do this.  He does so with a sigh, taking the seat where you led him so that you could work his jeans and underwear down his thighs.

“Are we really doing this here? What if one of them comes back early?” He asks you, watching you kneel before him on the floor as you begin to stroke him, feeling him harden more and more beneath your touch.

“Chris promised nobody would come in until 1 so as long as you don’t take forever to finish we will be fine,” you say softly, now looking up at him through your lashes, hoping that he can put the risk of getting caught behind him.

He lets out a breathy gasp when you take him in your mouth, leaning back in the cushions as you slowly begin to suck on the head of his cock, finally giving in and letting you do what you do best.

“Fuck, are you going to be a good whore for me? Suck my cock and make me cum in your mouth,” he says softly, knowing that the more he talks to you like that the more you will get into what you are doing.  You absolutely love it when he calls you degrading names, a kink you had no clue you had until he randomly did it one day.

He slowly reaches down to pull some of your hair out of your face as you continue to work him, now bobbing your head to take more of him, leaving trails of your tongue along his length as you go, pulling out your tricks that you know gets him going the most.

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, so pretty like this,” he groans, using the hand that is in your hair to pull you further down on him, hitting the back of your throat.

He can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth when you gag around him, him holding you there for a moment before he lets you ease up. Loving the way your eyes are watering now, good thing you didn’t wear any makeup today huh?

“Can I fuck your mouth? Think you could handle that for me?” He asks you, meeting your eyes and giving you a slight smile when you pull away, giving him room to stand up.

“That’s my good whore, letting me use you for what I need,” he sighs, easing himself into your mouth again.

He gives you a few shallow thrusts before he beings doing exactly what he needs, thrusting harshly into your mouth and throat, feeling you swallow around him as he goes.  He knows you’ll be annoyed later when your throat hurts but maybe everyone is right, he really does need to let off some steam and maybe he'll play better.

One of his hands finds the back of your head, holding you in place as he continues his thrusts, finding himself getting closer and closer the more he fucks himself in your throat.  You reach up, using a hand to play with his balls as you continue to let him takes what he needs.  

“Fuck, am I allowed to-” he asks you, feeling himself get close.

You nod the best you can with the grip he has on the back of your hair, which he knows is your way of saying you are okay with swallowing him.  He gives a few more rough thrusts into your throat before he spills himself in your throat and stills for a moment, before slowly slipping himself out of your mouth.  

Suddenly you both hear someone at the door and he rushes to pull his pants back up before sitting on the couch, pulling you down next to him right as the door opens.  Ryan and Rick walk in, greeting you softly as they do so.

A few moments later Chris and Justin walk back in too, Chris giving you a look like he is asking if you somehow helped Vin, happy when you give him a small nod.

“Okay Vin, you ready to get back in there and get your frustrations out on the drums?” Chris asks him.  Chris praying that whatever you did worked and it will go better.

“I think I found an outlet for that, but yeah, lets give it another go,” Vin says, winking at you. You blush when they all turn towards you with knowing looks on their faces.

“What, Chris told me to get him calmed down in whatever way I can…” you say softly, your face flushing at the fact that they all figured out what you did to chill him out. You just hope that it worked, because you don’t want Chris to be too hard on Vin.  Chris can be a real jerk when things are not perfect when he is trying to record/write things, you know how intense he can get.

“I don’t even want to know, okay Vin we are going to be rolling in a minute,” Chris says, hitting a couple buttons and you now watch your boyfriend start his track.

You can tell that he must have done it right because when he finishes the song he has a huge grin on his face, and everyone else looks relieved.  It must have gone correctly, you aren’t sure how any of this works but the way they are all responding it must have been alright.

“Shit, you must be magic with your mouth if it changed how he played that well,” Ryan jokes, glancing at you, which makes you flush bright red.

“That is my cue to leave, I’ll see you all later,” you say, damn near rushing out the front door towards your car.  You may be fine joking slightly with them, and you know Ryan was joking with you but it still embarrassed you to be called out so plainly in front of them all.

You head home, distracted by your own thoughts.  Honestly, you didn’t leave because you we’re embarrassed at being called out, even though you were.  More so, blowing Vin puts you in the mood, you love when you can be of service to him.  Especially when he takes what he wants without regard, fuck you love it when he uses you.

You hop in the shower, trying to relax yourself some and chill out but it didn’t help you at all.  You still felt rather needy when you got out, saying fuck it you dry off and go to lay down on your bed.  You know he won’t be home until late, as he always is while they record and by that time you will be tired.  So you can just quickly take care of yourself, yeah he always tells you not to but it isn’t like he would find out.

You spend a few minutes finding a video that seems alluring for your tastes quick, slipping your headphones in as you always do.  Yeah nobody is here to hear it but it still makes you anxious thinking that someone might hear and know you are watching porn so it helps you.  You then lean your phone against something on your bedside table so that your hands are free.

You slowly start with teasing one of your nipples, using light touches like he always does when he wants to make you needy.  You watch the video on the screen, wishing that it was you that was currently getting railed but you can make due.

You slowly run a hand down your torso, moving towards where you need to be touched the most.  Reaching a hand into your folds you start to tease your clit for a few moments before slipping two fingers inside yourself, starting to work them inside of you. Continuing to thrust your own fingers into yourself, bringing yourself closer to the edge.  Throwing your head back you close your eyes as you get close, right at that edge when you suddenly feel a hand shoving yours away from you.

You open your eyes just in time to notice Vinny sitting by your waist on the bed, glaring at you before he reaches his own hand between your thighs.  Now teasing your clit as he watches your face closely.

“You couldn’t wait for me? Such a needy whore that you can’t wait even a couple hours?” he asks you, eyes watching you as you shift.  You are so needy that you don’t even need him to touch you, you just rock your hips towards his fingers, making them brush against your clit.

“Please Vin, I-I was so close,” you whine, begging him to finish you off.  All you need his a couple of his fingers inside of you, he doesn’t even have to do that much at this point as needy as you are.

“You want it that bad I want you to actually beg, if you want my cock you can do at least that hmmm?” He asks you, now shifting away from you so he can take his own clothing off before moving to watch you closely, hoping that you listen and do what he has asked of you.

“Vin, please baby, please I need you inside of me, fuck me, please?” You aren’t embarrassed at this point, you are so desperate that all you want is him. “Fuck, use me like the whore I am, please.”

“On your hands and knees for me then baby,” he groans softly, watching you obediently move into the position that he asked you to. 

He moves so that he is behind you, admiring the view of your ass before he gives it a stinging slap, making you lightly whine. That alone let him know that you enjoyed it and didn’t mind it, so he does it again… and again, until your ass is a pretty shade of pink and you are a mess on the mattress beneath him.

Without warning he suddenly thrusts inside of you, both of you groaning at the feeling for a couple shallow thrusts before he gets hasher and hasher with you.  

“Fuck, that’s a good whore, taking my cock so good,” he grunts out between thrusts.

Grabbing a handful of your hair pushes your face down into the mattress, wanting to keep you pinned underneath him.  Loving the sight of you laying there helpless beneath him, taking him so well.

“I’m getting close, play with your clit for me baby.  Need you to cum,” he says, grabbing one of your hands to move it underneath you towards your own thighs. 

You do as he asks, rubbing it for a few moments before you abruptly cum around him with a loud moan, shuddering as you start to slowly go limp, him giving a few more harsh thrusts before he finishes inside of you, slowly coming down from his own high.

He slowly pulls out of you before stepping in the bathroom, bringing you a washcloth so that you can clean your thighs of the mess he has created between them. When you hand it back to him he sets it on your bedside table before moving to lay next to you, pulling you close to him so that you are nestled in his side.

“You did so well baby, taking me so well.  Do you need anything?” he asks you, brushing damp hair from your face. “I think I’ll order some takeout for dinner so that we can just relax.”

“Thank you, that would be nice.  You got done early… I didn’t expect you home already.” You say, shifting so that you can see his face as you talk.  Sometimes you like to just sit and watch him, that may sound weird but it is relaxing.

“I can tell you didn’t expect me home so early, you know if you asked I would have made sure to take care of you the second I got home,” he teases, fingers leaving ticklish touches along your waist.

“Usually when recording that is super late when I am already tired,” you whine, not trying to guilt him out but just being honest.

“We decided to be done for today, relaxing for the day before we have to get back to work tomorrow,” he says. “Okay, takeout is on its way which means we need to get somewhat dressed.  Want to go watch a movie? Cuddle up after we eat?”

“Please.”

[winterwump]

🤍Taejin x Jihan Couple Headcanons: Part 1🤍

Author’s Note: 🚨THIS IS A MLM PAIRING, AND IF YOU DONT LIKE MLM SHIPS, KEEP IT PUSHING🚨 AND THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR A FEW PLOTPOINTS This is the Redux of the previous Headcanon list I made for these two. My lovely moot @kawaiiwitchalpaca requested this so here it is. AU2: Okay so the timeline for this part is windows of time that we don't see Jihan working at the hospital so keep that in mind!

ENJOY 🤍

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that these two had an immediate attraction to each other. Like it was an instantaneous kind of connection, though I think that Jihan would pass it off as a normal amount of tension one would have when meeting someone who they know is shady.

Jihan is oblivious because he, rightfully, has the mission at the forefront of his mind. But Taejin is laying it on thick ass hell, like painfully thick.

Throughout their “shifts” as “first responders”, Taejin is an ever-present figure, looming over Jihan, stealing glances and making short quips about Jihan’s performance. Jihan tries to remain oblivious to these quips but, there are only so many times one could hear a sexual innuendo and not react. And react he does, though he [Jihan] tries his hardest to cover by turning his face away from the taller man. To Taejin, this is the most fun he’s had in a while at “work” (I guess beating innocent ppl gets boring after a while lolol). ‘It is too easy making the new guy flustered’, Taejin would note to himself internally after making a rather on-the-nose *pass* at Jihan, much to the other man’s dismay(excitement) 

Prior to this interaction, Jihan has been psyching himself up to ask the other man about his intention, and because Jihan’s not a bitch, he made a scene during their break to drag Taejin away from the group that surrounded him. This little stunt earned the two of them stares of pure confusion from one half of the group, and blatant amusement from the other half. Once they were properly secluded, Jihan spat it out, as leveled as he could possibly be, before Taejin got a word in:

“What is your deal with me? What are you…like that?”

“Like what?”, Taejin inquired, his voice trailing off with a mischievous drawl.

“Don’t play dumb”, Jihan huffed- he was failing at keeping his voice calm. It was hard to maintain his phony Seoul accent when tensions were high, and God they were high what with them being so close together behind the row of ambulances. 

“Why do you keep..hitting on me?”

There was an obviously fake laugh given in response, “You’re just now realizing that I’ve been flirting? God, you really are oblivious!”

The instant Jihan heard the taller man laugh, Jihan’s eyes looked onto Taejin’s smug expression, he[Jihan] sucked in air harshly before speaking: “I knew you were flirting for a while, I’m new here but I’m not dumb.”

Maintaining his placid amusement in the face of Jihan’s obvious exasperation, Taejin decided to make the other man wait for a response - even if momentarily. Just to fuck with him, Taejin retrieved both a cigarette and a lighter and lit the stick with languid movements, watching Jihan’s now narrowed eyes as he[Taejin] to a drag. 

“So what now? You got me. What are we going to do about this situation?”

“We?!-”, Jihan started before cutting himself off abruptly. He had to calm himself down if he wanted this to work.

In the days prior to this confrontation, Jihan had come to the conclusion that he could be involved with Taejin if that meant getting close to his goal of revenge. After running his plan by Daniel, and getting a weary go-ahead, Jihan knew what the goal was. There was no way that he would let himself lose sight of why he was in the 1st Affiliate.

“We can do something about this, actually. We can be whatever you want us to be, just keep it between us”, Jihan finally replied sounding a semi-believable level of calm. Witnessing Taejin’s instantaneous expression change lit a tiny spark within Jihan, it made him[Jihan] a bit vindicated. Taejin was cute when shaken up:

“Oh? Really now? Whatever I want us to be? Well thank you for giving me the reigns.”

Yeaaaa, this is gonna be split into two parts. This, of course, is the first part! Think of this as set up to the actual relationship headcanons that are in part two. Hope y’all like this. BYE🤍!!!

[whumpycries]

brother's keeper #1

cw: carewhumper, bad caretaker, medications, angst, emotional whump, bruises.

this is me writing on this idea i'd posted a few days ago.

i didn't proof read this so if there's any glaring mistakes just tell me and i'll correct them. dima and vin are siblings, dima uses she/they and vin uses he/him

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“You brought this on yourself, you know,” Dima said ideally as she set down the glass of water and the little cup with Vin’s medication down.

He stared at her blearily from under the covers, one of his eyes bruised nearly shut. It had been a few days now, but that bruise had been nasty, so however bad it looked now, it had been worse before. 

“That’s the third time you’re telling me that,” Vin muttered, not getting up to eat the meds. Dima breathed deeply, slowly, and counted down from ten in their head. This was fucking stupid, counting down didn’t help with anger. It never has. She did it anyway. 

“It’s not like you listen to me, is it?” she sniped, backing away, “if you don’t want to eat the meds, tell me before I take them out of the packets. There’s a lot of other, more useful stuff I can be doing that does not involve babysitting you like some goddamn toddler.”

“I never asked you to,” he said, not even looking at her anymore. He had a hand thrown over his head and was pressing it down. Probably had a throbbing headache. The meds she’d gotten him had a pretty strong painkiller as well, but it’s not like he was smart enough to recognise it, or even ask about the meds she was giving him. She could slip him poison for all he knew. 

Sometimes she was tempted to. 

“You’re feeling bold for someone who is bed bound with more injuries than I care to recount,” they said, narrowing her eyes. 

“And what are you gonna do about it?” he snapped, tuning away his face completely. 

Don’t hit him don’t hit him don’t hit him he might actually keel over dead if you hit him don’t hit him—

Dima didn’t say a word as she took up the small cup of medicine and the water, feeling petty, and exited the room. For a moment she was tempted to lock him in as well, but decided against it. Plausible deniability in case he did end up dying. 

God. Why did they have to find him? Why did they have to leave him alive? The missing case had been dropped. Her life had finally been in control. A huge burden had been off her. And now he was back, worse than ever, infringing on Dima’s life like he always did. Ruining it. Ruining their time, ruining their plans, ruining the safety and comfort of their home. 

Just take a deep breath, she told themselves, he’s already in pain. 

And he was. He was already in pain. That thought went a long way towards calming her down. He was in pain and powerless here and there was no Nana or mother to talk her down or mediate between them. There was no one here, and he was in pain, and he’d been found half dead in a goddamn dumpster and somehow remembered Nana’s phone number even thought they now live like a hundred miles away and so Nana had called Dima and now—

Deep breaths, she told herself, and slowly opened up her laptop. Maybe she can check student papers and be infuriated about that instead of Vin. Maybe she would find some really good papers too. She could send them to the college journal for publication. One student has been showing a lot of potential in that regard. 

This was a far better use of their time than catering to the whims of a fucking ungrateful bitch. 

She got to work, putting most of their effort into not thinking about the man in the guest bedroom, about the blood on the clothes she’d thrown away the day before, about the way Nana had sounded when she’d called and told Dima about how they’ve found Vin, and that he’s alive. 

They pointedly don’t think about any of that at all as they make their way through the student assessments, a notebook in hand as they scribbled down little notes. The tension left her in increments, until she’d almost– almost forgotten about Vin. 

Almost. 

At that moment, the door to his room– her fucking house, a room in her fucking house– swung open, revealing Vin standing there, clutching at the doorframe with his life, shaking and pale. 

“I was calling for you,” he said, “Are you fucking deaf?” 

She thought of giving him a snarky remark, but then decided against it, only raising their brow at him. She genuinely hadn’t heard him, but then again, there’s music playing, the fan spinning, and the air conditioning on. She’s used to their solitude. Used to not having to keep an ear out for him. 

Vin visibly gritted his teeth, “Where’s the meds? I thought you’d leave ‘em for me.” 

“In the kitchen,” they said simply, and turned back to their work. She was done, and she’d said as much to him, to nana and to their father. She was done catering to him and dealing with his tantrums. She gave him a chance. She isn’t gonna keep running after him now. 

There was a pause, where Vin neither moved nor made a sound. Dima wanted to start giggling, but controlled herself. Take that, you little shit. 

Then Vin started moving, painfully from what she could see, but he refused to feel any pity for him, any sympathy or guilt. He disappeared into the kitchen. 

Dima turned back to their work, but hadn’t read a single line more when she heard a crash from the kitchen. They jumped, startled out of their wits, heart thudding loudly in her chest as she whipped her head around to see what the fuck had just happened. 

She shot to her feet and hurried to the kitchen, and had to stop at the doorway, staring. One of the decorative glass bottles she kept on the kitchen counter was on the floor, pieces of coloured glass scattered everywhere. She looked up, and Vin was staring at her with a faintly baffled expression, like he didn’t know what just happened. 

Dima breathed. 

“Out,” she said, very tightly, “Go back to your room.” It’s not your fucking room, she thought, it’s my house. You’re an invader. 

When she brought him his meds later, she left out the painkiller. 

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Talk to my daughter like that again, and see what happens-Chris Motionless

Part 3 to "I want to be her dad" [Avril is 3 in this]

Chris Pov

"Shut up. You always whine and complain about everything"

When I heard him yelling at my child, I flipped. No one speaks to her that way. I got up from my chair at the table, and walked over to Justin. I gave him a shitty look, and picked Avril up from the ground. I laid her head on my shoulder, and gave Justin another shitty look. If looks could kill, then he would be dead as fuck right now. I walked back over to my seat, and sat down next to Ricky. After a few minutes, Justin walked over to us, and whispered to Ricky

"We would be better off without Y\N's kid. She should have actually took care of her, instead of giving her fucking child to Chris"

I shook my head at his comment, and I hear Ricky say

"Dude, Avril is just as much as Chris's-"

I stood up from my chair, and yelled

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH AVRIL AND Y/N?!"

I sat back down, and took Avril in my arms. She buried her head into my chest, and started playing with her hair. Avril doesn't like yelling or any arguing or any kind of fighting. I kissed her head, and took her black puppy stuffed animal in my hands. I handed it to Avril, and she started pointing out all his spirals. Y\N dyed the puppy black with white spirals because Avril wanted that. After a few minutes, I ask Avril

"does your puppy have a name?"

I saw Avril nod, and say

"His name is Vinny".

I looked at her, and nodded my head. Right at that moment, Vinny walked in. Avril started running straight towards him. I smiled, and walked over to them. I saw Justin give me a disgusting look, I gave him one back, and I knew that Vin was confused about what was happening. Until, Justin started yelling again

"Y/N should have taken care of her own kid and not drag on the burden to someone else"

Okay that was it. I've had enough of him talking shit about my girlfriend and our daughter, but him calling my daughter a burden is the end of it. I walked over to him, and whispered

"let's take this outside'

As much as I wanted to scream at him, I decided not to. We were seated outside, so luckily no one heard the situation. I glared at Justin and said

"You need to shut the fuck up about my daughter and my girlfriend. I don't give a fuck if you don't like them or not, but you don't have to say shitty comments about them either"

I flipped him off and walked back over to the table, and saw Avril sitting on Ricky's lap, talking about how she was great at drawing. I smiled, and sat back down in my seat. I felt a buzz coming from my phone and saw Y\N had texted me. I smiled, and the text which said:

"Be there soon <3 you"

I smiled and put my mom down, and next thing I knew, Avril was drawing spirals on Ricky's arms. I chuckled, and said

"Looks like Avril is giving you tattoos"

Ricky laughed, and we heard someone say

"Sup bitches"

I smiled, knowing it was Y\N. I saw Avril jump off of Ricky's lap and run straight towards Y\N.

"Mama!!"

I smiled as I saw Y\N pick up Avril, and I walked over to them and hugged them both.

Y/N pov

"I heard about everything Justin said"

I saw the smile fade away from Chris's face, then I hear him say

"yeah. Justin's being a little bitch today"

I nodded, and kissed Avril on the head and smiled. I don't know how someone could treat a fucking toddler with so much hate. All children whine but you don't have to yell at them. I rolled my eyes, thinking how much I hate Justin right now. I calmed down, and went and sat next to Ricky and saw marker all over him. I laughed, and said

"I see that you got more tattoos"

I saw Ricky chuckle, and say

"Yeah, Avril is my new tattoo artist now"

I smiled, and ordered some food quickly, and started eating. The rest of the night was filled with, giggles from Avril, Vinny chasing around Avril and playing hide and seek with her, Ricky drawing on Avril's arms, and making jokes about stupid things. Maybe I didn't have my parents anymore, but this is my new family and I wouldn't change that for the world.

Thank you for reading! (✷‿✷)

[grcveyacd]

i've never cared about anyone like i care about you. ( For Aiden! ♥️🥺 )

he sat in the middle of his room, in the middle of all the shit he had torn up and thrown around during another one of his episodes. he had been doing so well lately, not letting stupid shit get to him, and actually voicing how he felt for a change. but, after running into his father earlier that day, things had turned from good to fucked up again. everything had instantly become shit again, and he just couldn’t keep it in. his roommates had known not to question him when he stomped up the stairs, and none of them had dared to open the door when they heard him throwing things against the walls. in fact, no one had dared to open the door until a few hours later when he had finally calmed down.  at first he thought it was one of his roommates but, then he heard her voice, and he heard those words, not really understanding why she was saying that to him now. he wondered for a moment if she had something prior to that and he had just blacked it out but, he chose just to accept what he did hear, feeling some sort of a calming effect because of it. “ you don’t mean that, vin. “ he said softly, pushing his legs out in front of him, and scooting himself backwards so he could rest himself against the base of his bed. “ how could someone like you, possibly care about someone like me? “ his dark gaze flicked around the room, staring at the mess he had made, knowing how it must’ve looked to her. “ i’m a mess. i’m just a fucking mess. “ he muttered, allowing his head to fall forward, eyes closing tightly. “ i’ll understand if you leave. “ his voice was soft, his breath heavy. “ i don’t blame you. “

[sumu-samu]

This Episode of What Is Bel Doing Instead of What They Should Be (Imperium Edition)

Okay, as I am sitting here in class when I very much should be doing my work I have more things popping into my head about the redacted verse. CW: It is talking about the Imperium

1. So we know that Tank and David died when Tank did what Tank does best (diving headfirst into a situation) But like I can’t stop thinking that they couldn’t move on after that night and so just a little Tank ghost is constantly following around Ash and Milo. David was able to move on but  They just couldn’t forgive themselves for being the reason why David is dead. They mainly follow Ash to just kinda keep a close eye on him and make sure He’s okay (which most of the time He’s not).  And all while they see how everything they have done has affected the others in the pack they never can get it out of their head that everything is all their fault. And anytime Milo and Ash talk about them they listen extra hard to hear just the possibility that they are missed, loved and even the slightest forgiven but neither one of them says it. 

2. Damien has burned Angel several times. You can’t tell me otherwise. It definitely wasn’t on purpose but he never apologized after, they either got into a fight and Damien just grabbed their wrist when they tried to storm away, or they were having some… fun time and Damien got a little excited. There was only once when Damien apologized for it and it was after a really big argument they had:

           “I never did anything Damien!”

            “THAT is your fucking problem! You never fucking do anything. I am always the one who does shit. You are a lazy bitch who can’t do shit for themselves!” 

“I’m a lazy bitch? Damien half the time you don’t let me lift a goddamn finger! What AM I supposed to do? All I can do is sit here while you breath down my fucking neck!”

Damien all of a sudden gets really calm. “Well then…If my love is such a bother to you, maybe you’d like to see what it’s like when I hate your guts.” His skin starts to basically steam and he slowly walks towards Angel, and they’re just as slowly backing away from him with fear in their eyes. They know exactly what's going to happen.

“Damien… Damien please calm down. Dames, I’m sorry. I'm sorry but please stop. You’re scaring me.”

“I’m scaring you… am I? You weren’t scared a second ago” Eventually Angel hits the wall and Damien corners them. “I. Love. You. And all the SHIT I do is for you. If you’re so pathetic that you can’t see that. Then maybe I have to show you.” 

Angel starts to shake and sob, looking down at the ground. “Look at me.” They don’t. “I said…” He grabbed their faces, his body was running at a temperature it had never run before. “LOOK AT ME YOU BITCH!” 

Angel let out a blood curdling scream and Damien snapped out of his fit, letting go of their face. They dropped to the ground still screaming and crying in pain. “Angel…. Angel, shit what did I do?” He fell down to Their level. “Angel let me see” He reached his hands out but they backed away, shaking. “Angel… My love, I'm so sorry. Please… I’m sorry, let me help. I can make it better just please. Let me see how bad it is.

3.  Once they had gotten the information from Lasko’s computer, Freelancer was planning on trying to seduce him. The thought of it made their stomach turn and made them feel like they wanted to puke. But if it meant giving Vin, Vega and Anton more time, they would have done it

4. Half way through Asher’s tangent he went on about killing Alexis, Babe wanted to go to bed like he had told them when they walked in. The information being thrown at them was getting to be too much and they felt their head start spinning but like hell they were gonna let Asher think they were weak. So they stuck it out and once he was done they said good night and went to bed and had a full on break down before going to sleep

5. Avior is actually really glad that Starlight stayed and listened to everything he was saying because it meant that someone in the imperium could push the case and he would finally start being listened to 

6. Vincent both loves to see when Lovely is weak and crying under him when he feeds, and pained that he’s hurting them because he also is secretly falling for them but hes not letting up because Adam had let them know that Vincent used to be “weak” and he was going to show them that he is NOT weak

7. The Freelancer x Vindemiator confession probably went something like this

       It was the fifth time that Freelancer had to go to Lasko and basically beg him to see Vin again. He never scheduled them times regularly because he’s a sick fucker who likes it when they come to his office.

“I thought you said that you would start scheduling regular visits with him” Freelancer sat in the chair across his desk with their arms crossed

“I know, I know I said I would but the truth is that… I’ve been so busy that I sometimes forget. How about I make a call and see if I can get you in next Thursday?” 

“No! You said that you would schedule so that I could see him on the 5th and 22nd of each month, AT LEAST, its now the 14th and I still haven't been able to see him because when I went on the 5th they wouldn’t let me see him because I wasn’t scheduled. You’re not being fair!” They stood up, and reached over as if they were gonna make the call themselves. 

“O-Okay, okay. I’ll make a call and you can go see him tomorrow. How about that?” He snatched the phone back.

Freelancer didn’t say anything and just walked out of his office. The next day Lasko had held his word and scheduled them to see Vin. They walked into the room and Vin wasn’t there. Their blood began to boil and they knew they had been tricked. They were about to storm out  and go yell at Lasko again when Vin walked in. 

“Freelancer?.... Finally.” He pulled them in for a hug. “Wh-What took so long? I mean I know that school probably keeps you busy but… it’s been almost 20 days since you were here last. I thought you were allowed on the 5th and 22nd.” They sat down on his bed.

“Moore’s being a shit head. Every time I have to practically beg him to let me see you.” That made Vin’s mood change very quickly, “Wait… have you been keeping count?” The questioned

“Well… yeah… I don’t really have much else to do. It like a fucking prison almost. And when you’re not here the days are so lonely and long that I have to keep track so that I don’t lose my mind” He still had them in his arms.

“Vin…”

“Freelancer… I have to tell you something. And I… I just want you to listen while I do. You are the light in this shitty, evil, dark world. You are what keeps me going. Honestly I… I don’t know where I would be without you, but I know it wouldn’t be good. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, because I just need to get it off my chest. It’s been eating at me for months and I need it to stop. Freelancer… I like you… way more than I thought I possibly could.” 

Freelancer didn’t say anything for a solid minute, they just stared at Vin in shock. 

“Okay I lied… I do care if you feel the same way… please say something” 

“Vin… can I… can I kiss you?” 

“Absolutely” Vin chuckled and Freelancer leaned in and pulled his face to theirs. Once they pulled away they still didn’t say anything just started into his eyes. “What does this mean…” He whispered

“Vin… I like you too.” They laughed.

“Oh… then… Can I  kiss you again?” Freelancer nodded.

[slasherhaven]

Unsavoury Jealousy

Bo Sinclair X Reader

I dunno, this was just something that I was thinking about. About how Ambrose might mess with the reader's mind, making them jealous of victims simply for having Bo's attention even if it's completely unwanted. I like exploring the darker (maybe more realistic) parts of the relationships but I'm also sensitive so we have to have some softness thrown in there!

Warnings: dark themes, mentions of Bo's basement, illusions to sexual assault, though the sexual assault doesn't actually happen (not against the reader), the reader is having some complicated feelings about said sexual assault (but is fully disgusted with themselves for it), Bo is an asshole, toxic relationship, Stockholm syndrome, usual murder and wax stuff...I think that's it, and some fluff at the end to make up for it because my dear readers deserve it.

Summary: After remaining in Ambrose for an unmeasurable amount of time, you make a dire mistake...you fall in love with Bo Sinclair.

The cooler breeze of the night should have been somewhat soothing against your damp cheeks but you could barely feel it, your mind elsewhere. You sat at the top of the steps leading up to the Sinclair house, looking out at the town, in the direction of the garage despite it being out of sight.

Just like the breeze, the sound of footsteps didn't stir you, though not much could in that moment. So, you didn't look up when Vincent sat down beside you, your gaze locked on one spot, as if that could change anything.

Vincent didn't know what had made you feel so bad, you had been perfectly fine this morning, your usual friendly self. Of course, your mood dampened when Lester sent news of two tourists coming into town, but it had been a long time since it had earned this reaction from you. Plus, it was an easy, clean, job this time, just some couple that were easily overpowered. The man had already been dealt with, coated in wax, Vincent had just come up to check on you before going to start on the finer details.

Vincent turned his head towards you when he heard a small sniffle, seeing you wipe away a tear, your eyes red and puffy. You had been in Ambrose for so long now, Vincent would certainly consider you a friend and he knew that there was something going on with you.

Sure, you hated when tourists came into town, you never quite got used to what had to be done but normally you would just shut yourself away until everything was over...this was different and Vincent wanted to know why.

As if sensing his desire to understand and help, you spoke, "I've done something really stupid, Vin." When all you had were the three Sinclair brothers, you had to choose one to confide in, and Vincent always seemed happy to play that role for you.

Your warning caused Vincent to tense, hoping that you hadn't done something like trying to escape or helping the tourists. Surely, that would result in your death, or at least a severe punishment from Bo, and he didn't want that to happen to his friend.

"God, I'm so stupid" you sobbed, burying your face in your hands, crying into them, the sudden release of sorrow surprising Vincent.

Awkwardly but sincerely, he placed a hand on your back, stroking up and down in a comforting manner, still worried about what you had apparently done.

Vincent was patient and waited for you to calm down a little and steady out your breathing again. Only then did you risk looking at Vincent, he was wearing his mask, as always, but you could still see the concern in his eye.

"I fell in love with him, Vin" you hiccupped, more tears rolling down your cheeks, "I'm in love with Bo."

Vincent just sighed with a small nod, that was pretty bad...

"And he's...I know what he's doing...in that fucking basement" you seethed, though Vincent weren't sure if you were angry with Bo or with yourself. Of course, you had been down in that basement, you knew the purpose of it.

"God, how can I love him when I know?" you asked, feeling disgusted with yourself, though you didn't expect an answer. Thankfully, you continued talking because Vincent had no idea how to respond or offer support. "Y'wanna know the worst part, the most fucked up part?" the sad look in your eyes turned into one of frustration, though the glossy look remained.

Vincent hesitated, unsure of what you would say, but nodded as he was unsure of how else to respond.

"I'm so angry but I'm...I'm jealous" you confessed quietly, hanging your head in shame. Vincent was grateful that you looked down at your lap because it meant that you didn't see his eye widen in surprise.

"The way he was looking at her, flirting with her...the way she had...has his attention" you continued, shaking your head at yourself.

Before Vincent could offer any sort of condolence, the two of you were interrupted by Bo's truck driving up to the house. The two of you stood and turned to the truck as it came to a stop, Bo climbing out and slamming the door behind you. Neither of you thought he would be back this early.

"What the fuck are you two doing out here?" Bo asked but before you could respond, he continued and looked at Vincent, "you dealt with the guy?"

Vincent nodded, thankfully avoiding Bo's wrath. "Why the fuck are you crying?" however, his attention had turned back onto you. You opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out, getting caught in your throat, you didn't know how to respond.

"You're gonna have to get used to what we do here" he snapped, assuming you were just effected by the fate of the tourists. It wasn't uncommon for Bo to be in a bad mood, you were used to it but this was different and you didn't know what brought it on.

Once again, Bo turned his attention to Vincent. "The other one is in the basement, you can have her, turns out she ain't my type. I'd hurry though before she does more damage to herself and you can't work with her" he told his twin before waving his hand when he didn't move, demanding, "well, go on then."

Vincent nodded, looking back at you to make sure you were alright, before leaving for the basement under the garage.

"And you get inside" Bo ordered you. Reacting similarly to Vincent, you nodded and hurried into the house, Bo following behind you.

"I know ya ain't a fan of how we do shit around here, but it's been a while since you've sobbed like this" he commented with a huff, shutting the door behind him with a little too much force.

"Just got to me I guess..." you muttered with a small shrug, not looking the man in the eyes as he walked past you and into the kitchen.

You followed him against your better judgement, hearing him scoff as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"...well, it's not like you to hand over someone to your brother" you spoke under your breath, knowing better than to provoke him but also feeling frustrated with him.

As he shut the fridge, he turned back to you, making you instantly regret having said anything. "Like I said, she ain't my type" he reminded you, as if it were nothing.

"She was your type when you were hitting on her" you rolled your eyes, not buying his excuse. He was angry, there was something else going on.

"Aw, ya ain't jealous are ya Sweetheart?" Bo mocked, chugging some of his beer.

"No" you huffed, folding your arms over your chest and hanging your head, trying to hide the way your face heated up in embarrassment.

"Well, I'll be damned" Bo chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction.

"Shut up" you muttered under your breath as you turned to leave, wondering why you didn't just go and hide in your bedroom in the first place.

"Now hold on" Bo mused as he caught your arm, forcefully turning you back to face him. "You ain't sayin' that you want to be in her place, are ya?" he asked with a smirk.

"Just leave me alone" you didn't want to feel further humiliated, trying to pull your arm out of his grasp.

"No need to be embarrassed" his expression did not match his words was reassurance.

"Seriously Bo" you just wanted to go and cry in bed for a while, why couldn't he even let you do that?

"What?" he asked with a huffed laugh. "You have my attention now, don't ya? Isn't that what you wanted?" he provoked, stepping closer to you and tightening his hold on your arm when you tried to squirm away from him.

You weren't sure where it came from but suddenly all your anger and frustration with Bo and your feelings for him had come to the surface. "Y'know what, fine!" you snapped, stopping your fighting and meeting his gaze, "you want to embarrass me because you're in a bad mood. What is it, huh? All pissy because you couldn't get it up?"

In an instant, a hand was wrapped around your throat, slamming your back against the wall behind you. In that moment you wondered if it would just be for the best if he killed you and put you out of your misery.

"Watch your mouth" Bo warned, baring his teeth as he brought his face close to yours.

"Oh come on, Bo. Not your type? Who the hell isn't your type, pretty sure you'd fuck anything" you scoffed, his aggression not deterring you from arguing with him. If he wanted to get under your skin, fine, but you could do the same.

"And ya sad because I won't fuck you?" he asked through gritted teeth, fingertips pressing against your neck.

"It's not about that" you snarled as you flattened your hands against his chest and roughly pushed him away.

Bo just seemed amused as he stepped back, as if he figured he was onto something.

"I'm in love with you, you fucking idiot" you exclaimed as all of your feeling came to a boiling point, at least it got him to shut up for a second, "trust me, I don't know why, you're the goddamn worst, you're nothing but cruel but I...I've fallen in love with you."

He couldn't deny it, Bo was stunned, but you were only feeling even more embarrassed as you stormed out of the room and hurried up the stairs. Bo finished his beer in one more go, tossing the bottle into the trashcan and hearing it smash, running a hand down his face in frustration.

A couple hours passed, at least that's what you would guess, you hadn't been keeping an eye on the time. You had curled up in your bed, cocooned in the sheets, as you cried to yourself. You were absolutely humiliated, sure that Bo would either make your life hell from this moment forward, or just dispose of you.

You had hoped to fall asleep, to get a moment of peace, but you weren't so lucky. Your thoughts were only interrupted when there was a knock on your bedroom door.

"I'm fine, Vincent" you called, your voice hoarse, assuming that he had come to check on you once dealing with the woman that came into town.

"Not Vincent" Bo's voice called back from the other side of the door.

You fell silent, hoping that he would just go away and not make fun of you any further. When you didn't respond, Bo let himself in, closing the door behind him. He paused for a moment by the door, seeing that you were in bed, wrapped in sheets and facing away from him.

"I didn't lie..." Bo spoke after a short silence, "...she wasn't my type."

"Alright...so?" you asked with a sigh as you sat up, clearly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

"She wasn't you" you heard the words come out of his mouth but you were certain you had not understood them correctly.

"...what?"

"Thought I could get you off of my fucking mind with her but it just pissed me off more" he confessed, though it didn't really help you understand.

"Don't Bo...just don't mess with me, alright?" your voice was quiet as you lay back down, turning away from him once again.

"I ain't messin' with ya" Bo insisted but you didn't respond. "Fuck, why ya got make this so hard?" he asked with a frustrated tone, only earning a scoff from you.

"Alright..." Bo sighed, trying to soften his tone a little, as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I meant it, though. She wasn't my type because she wasn't you. It's so fucking frustrating, she wouldn't shut up but she didn't sound like you, didn't shout at me like you do" he explained further, "just wanted to kill her and get it over with but thought Vincent could put her in the museum or something."

"You're being serious?" you asked quietly, still unsure as you slowly turned to face him.

"Yeah, annoyingly" he nodded but he was not looking at you, staring down at his lap instead.

"That's why you were so angry when you came back?" you asked.

"Yeah, you're pretty damn irritating" he admittedly, looking back over his shoulder at you. You gave him a small, unamused smile. He nodded, seeming to understand what you were feeling, before looking back down at his lap. "Why were y'crying before?" he asked, a hint of care in his voice. Something a little new.

"...I was hurting" you answered vaguely.

"Why?" of course, your answer wasn't enough for him.

"Because I realised I was in love with you...I was hurt, embarrassed and ashamed" you confessed.

"Ashamed?" Bo scoffed, sounding offended.

"You were right...I was jealous that you were paying her attention even though I knew what was going to happen to her. I was ashamed and disgusted with myself...still am I guess" you exclaimed, nervously fiddling with the corner of your pillow.

"Y'don't need to be, you're the best of us here" Bo assured you, making you smile a little to yourself.

He listened to the sound of the sheets moving, glancing at you when you sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Why did you never say anything?" you asked, it wasn't like Bo to not do everything he could to get what he wanted.

"Why didn't you?" he shot back, clearly avoiding the question.

"I was scared, thought you'd make fun of me, didn't think you would feel the same" you answered honestly, figuring you had nothing to lose at this point and hoping that it might encourage him to open up as well.

"Yeah, guess I was kinda scared too in a way. Not used to actually liking people" he tried to put on some sort of joking tone but you knew his words were serious, and you nodded in understanding.

Before either of you could say anything else, you yawned. "...I'm tired" you sighed, voice sleepy.

"Get some sleep" Bo muttered as he stood from the bed, figuring you were hinting at wanting to be left alone again.

However, surprising him, you grabbed his hand before he could walk away. "Stay" you pleaded, voice quiet as you looked up at him with wide but tired eyes. "At least until I fall asleep?...I still don't like when tourists show up" you confessed, knowing he would think that was stupid but hoping he might understand at least a little.

"Sure...sure, Darlin'" Bo nodded, already showing you such a different side of himself.

Letting go of his hand, you climbed back into bed, making yourself comfortable again. Bo toed off his shows, shucking off his jacket and hat before joining you in the bed. Cautiously, he shifted up behind you, draping an arm around your waist. You let out a soft sigh, shifting back against his chest before stilling again, letting Bo relax as he lay with you.

You didn't know how tomorrow would be, once the adrenaline and high emotions had faded. You didn't know how Bo would act, whether he would just forget your conversation even happened, maybe you would wake up to an empty bed and to Bo ignoring you like nothing happened.

Right now, however, you were too tired to dwell on it for long. You were exhausted and Bo was holding you just like you had dreamt of him doing for so long. For now, you would lose yourself to the moment and drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[simpforboys]

hypocrite

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie always teases y/n about getting angry during val… turns out he’s being hypocritical

warnings: short, swear words

this is so relatable tbh val always makes me rage like no other

y/n threw her headset off, letting her fingers rub her eyes. “i hate this fucking game!” she yelled.

“babe…” vinnie stood up from where he was previously laying on their shared bed.

“no, vin. they’re literally dog shit,” y/n groaned.

“is that why you’re dead?” he taunted, leaning over her as she stayed seated on her chair.

y/n rolled her eyes, slightly shoving him off. “no. they’re just bad.”

5 minutes later…

“they’re literally insane! what the actual fuck, how do you one-tap me from that far?!” y/n screamed.

vinnie turned off his phone once more. “y/n. baby.”

“what?” she snapped.

“get off valorant.”

“i need to finish this one match-“

“no. i’ll finish it for you, go lay down.” vinnie ushered y/n to the bed as he took her spot on the chair.

after he finished the game he laid down, feeling y/n cuddle up against him. hera purred, laying herself in between their legs.

“i hate that stupid game,” y/n groaned.

vinnie laughed. “i know, baby. i know. i don’t get why it makes you so unreasonably angry.”

“because everyone who plays it sucks.”

-

vinnie sat at his chair, the chat going quickly through twitch as he ran up comp.

“what the fuck?” he swore. the opposing jett ran by and head shot him.

y/n came walking into their shared bedroom, both their chipotle orders in her hand. “what happened?”

“this mother-fucker just one tapped me while running,” he explained. he thanked her for getting the food, taking a bite out of his burrito.

“he’s literally insane!” vinnie shouted, throwing off his headset. the next round barely started before he got one shot by the jett again.

“vin, calm down.”

“i can’t! i hate this fucking game,” he swore. y/n walked over and began gently massaging his shoulders.

“remember the shit you told me about a week ago? i don’t get how you get so unreasonably angry…”

vinnie rolled his eyes as y/n smirked. “shut up,” he turned his chair around. vinnie pulled y/n onto his lap as chat went crazy.

[luv-xoxo]

Online to reality~ Vinnie Hacker part2

1229W

Masterlist

Warnings: cursing, a bit smut

Part 1:

Once I arrived at the kitchen everyone already knew about the yn in my bed and was trying to make their way upstairs to see for themselves, poor Thomas was trying to talk some sense into them, it was a loud mess "EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP" complete silence filled the room.

" Now that I have your attention there are two things that need to be done one you are deleting the footage of her right now and non of you are going anywhere near my room. I m going to introduce her when she wakes up" With that I went back to my room. I met jett at the hallway, he smiled at me and gave me a hug "I m so happy for you bro", " Thanks man preciate it " I pay his back and open my bedroom door. The sight was dream like there on my bed was laying the girl of my dreams cuddling with my kitten , she so cute I took a picture of her and ordered us some breakfast. As I finished the order she woke up i quickly went up to her kissing her, she of course kissed me back and soon things got a bit more heated, before I realized what going on we were almost completely naked only thing we had on was our underwear "are you sure you want that baby" I checked with her, I know she isn't a virgin but I still need to know she actually ready for that step in our relationship. She smiled at me and nodded I kissed her softly as my hand explored her body stopping on her clothed pussy, and damn she was wet she let out a moan "should I take this off baby" I whispered in her ear "yes please vin" She moaned. I took my underwear off and then her panties. I kept then in my hand while putting my cock in her making her moan, once all the way in I threw her underwear behind me just as the door opened I quickly covered her .for fucks shake can anyone knock in this house??? I turned around to find Jett with his mouth opened a shocked face, a Starbucks bag at one hand , the other on the door knob and yn's panties on his head. I can't help but laugh a bit, I feel yn trying to hide farther under me and I snap out of it, "man knock the freaking door" I said annoyed, jett seems to snap out of it as well because he quickly places the bag down and he gets yns panties from his head with one finger throwing them back at me "right sorry but consider yourself lucky they wanted to bring the bag upstairs in a group" He said heading out "how about a rain check? They won't leave us alone unless they meet you" She giggles "of course", " Good now let's roll" I said we got up and dressed ate our breakfast while I tried to calm her down from freaking out about meeting everyone. An hour later she was ready so we started making our way downstairs.

Yn was clinging on my slightly shaking "relax baby it's okay I m right here if you get overwhelmed we can leave I promise" And I heard her whisper a small okay, once we were down stairs everyone suddenly start running to us, I saw yn slightly panicked and her grip on me tightened, I slightly passed her behind me and thanks to Thomas and jett we managed to keep everyone from reaching and grabbing her to hug her "everyone this is Yn and if you please stop scaring her we can stay here and chat if not I m taking her and we are out of here" I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with my girlfriend. after noticing Alex and Michael pointing phones at her, I quickly covered her face with my hand knowing she hates being filmed "stop filming her" I told the guys somewhat angry. They lifted their hands up in surrender and came forward showing me that they deleted the videos and apologizing. For the next 2 hours we were on the kitchen, because the rest of the hype house wanted to chat and get to know yn well more like they interrogate her, and I ve finally had enough now call me selfish if you wish but I want to spend time with MY freaking girlfriend. "Okay okay excuse may I have your attention everyone" And like that everyone was looking at " It's amazing to see that you all like my girl and all but now I mean going to take her for a tour around LA and spend time with her ALONE" I said enphasising the last part. I took her hand to guided her to my car "but that's not fair I want to spend time with her", " Yeah me too", "same she is so dope", " Yes don't take her away" . "Its okay we are going to hang out later I promise" Yn said In a soft tone, everyone seemed sad but accepted it.

Once I helped her in the car I walked around at the drivers seat and start driving. "So where would you like me to take you first" I said, "hmm I don't know" She said "to the amusement park" A familiar voice said but I ignored it thinking my brain was playing tricks on me since yn didn't comment on it. We arrived at the amusement park and I parked the car "vin do you have a jacket I forgot to get one and I m a bit called" Yn asked me "yes look at the back seats" She turned around to look for the jacket and screamed a bit making me turn around only to find Jett laying on the floor between the back seats and the front seats "what the heck man? " I said "I-" He start saying but yns giggle stopped both him from finishing he sentenced and me from yelling at him . "Hey don't be mean vin its fine besides I didn't got the chance to talk with him a lot and he is your best friend" How could I not give in she is so sweet "fine". We all got out of the car and start walking towards the entrance but Jett stopped us " Um Vinnie " He hesitantly said "yes Jett", " Can you open the truck? " He asked "sure but why" I asked confused "jackisinthetruckdontbemad" He said quickly "WHAT", yn was laughing so hard by now, I walked to the track and Jack hoped out along with Thomas. Wait what? " Thomas? " All of us asked (except Jack) "let me explain" Thomas said "go on" I said. "Since I knew she was staying and you have actually talked to me about her and all everyone is chasing me around to know more and honestly" He trailed off he looked around and then came closer to me "I don't feel safe" He whispered to my ear "why? " I m confused " Mia threatened to cut my dick off, if I didn't make yn permanent member of the Hype House and share all the info I have about her" He whispered again. I signed all I asked for was some time with my girlfriend. Why can't people fuck off!

[skinnyducky]

good in bed // v.h.

Hey...how y’all doing? I have halfway recovered from my wisdom teeth surgery and I definitely was feeling a bit sad not posting and whatnot. But, here I am now, so I hope you enjoy this one. Pt. 3 to Party at Y/n’s is most likely coming Monday. And, Pt. 2 to Maneater is coming Wednesday (hopefully). Any who, hope you enjoy! Also, this is very much inspired by Dula Peep’s “Good in Bed.”

Word Count: 1336, edited 

WARNING: mentions of sex, arguing, angst, language, and i think that’s it.

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The start of yours and Vinnie’s relationship was like ice cream on hot summer day. It was sweet, it was refreshing, and it was much needed. After being cheated on by your ex, you needed to find something to bring the love back…and that’s exactly what Vinnie did. The two of you had met after accidentally buying the same car. You bickered and fought over the vintage vehicle before he ultimately decided to let you keep it…but only if you gave him your number. You happily did so and long story short, that led to a beautiful relationship…or at least what was a beautiful relationship.

As the relationship went on, you found that the so-called “honeymoon phase” was really just a phase. For you and Vinnie, it lasted for a least a good two weeks. What started as late night conversations before bed shifted into heated debates and hate-filled goodnights. The butterflies that fluttered around had died, and now your stomach was overflowed with enraged hornets. You didn’t know what was the cause of your downfall, and you weren’t even sure that there was anything that could fix it.

Well…you knew one thing that definitely fixed it: sex. The term “angry sex” seemed like a myth. You thought people were just overhyping it…until you were actually living it. You remember the first time it happened; you were pissed that he didn’t show up to dinner with your parents, while he was pissed because you hadn’t stopped yelling at him for a good hour. The two of you argued for hours, and as an attempt to get you to stop, Vinnie grabbed you by your waist and tossed you onto his bed. It was silent, the only sound being the heavy breathing from both of you. Next thing you know, the two of you are going at it.

Ever since then, that’s all you two did: fight and screw, then pretend like nothing ever happened. As nice as the sex was, it just was too toxic for you. You didn’t want to be stuck in an endless cycle and having to resort to sex to solve your problems. And also, you wanted Vinnie to know you for more than just your body. With that being said, you figured the solution to that was to communicate. Something you two did none of.

So, here you were in Vinnie’s room, sitting on his bed and waiting for him to finish streaming. While scrolling mindlessly through Instagram, you tried to figure out what the hell you were going to say. You didn’t know how to talk about your feelings, it was completely foreign to you. Ugh, this was going to be difficult.

“…I love you guys, bye chat.”

Vinnie stopped streaming and turned around in his seat to face you. You pursed his lips and started fiddling with his thumbs. “So, what did you wanna talk about?”

“I think you know.” You said, not meeting his eyes.

“Is this the talk? You’re breaking up with me aren’t you?”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself at the boy’s stupidity. “No, Vinnie…I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Then why does it feel like you are?”

“I promise, I’m not. I just wanna try to communicate, y’know. Like other couples do.”

He shrugged. “Don’t we already do that?”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call our exploration of each other’s bodies ‘communicating.’ Besides, you and I both know that our relationship isn’t the same as before. It’s like we’ve grown cold towards each other or something.”

“Is this because I forgot our anniversary?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

You gave him a puzzled look for a minute, trying to figure out when your anniversary actually was. Had you forgot too? Damn, this relationship really was trash.

“Uhm, no…this isn’t about that. Although, we really need to mark our anniversary on our calendars.”

“Then what’s this about, Y/n?”

You sighed and stood up from your spot on his bed. You paced in front of him, trying to figure out the right words to say. “Vinnie…I’m tired. I’m tired of always arguing and then having angry sex…which is amazing, by the way.”

He squinted his eyes at you as he thought about what you said. “So…are you mad about the arguing or the sex?”

“Oh my god, why is this so hard?” you groaned. “I’m mad about all of it, Vin. I’m mad that we just can’t talk to each other. I’m mad that when we do have time together, we spend it arguing. I’m mad that the only way for us to enjoy each other’s company is to have sex. I’m just tired of it all.”

“Then, let’s just end the relationship.”

You stopped your pacing and stared at him with wide eyes. “I just told you I didn’t wanna break up.”

Vinnie chuckled, “I know that Y/n, but if you’re really feeling that way…then just leave.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now. You actually want to just break up? Aren’t you going to at least talk to me about what you’re feeling? Aren’t you gonna fight for us?”

“You wanna know what I’m feeling, Y/n?” Vinnie asked. You nodded, egging him to continue. “I’m feeling…very hungry right now. I want a fat burger and a fat fry with a fat shake to go along with it. That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. And if the relationship is already going to hell…why fight for it? I say let it die.”

He then proceeded to hop out of his seat and dance around his room, chanting “let it die, let it die…let it shrivel up and die” while clapping.

You just stood there with nothing to say. You couldn’t believe that he was taking this all as a joke. You just poured your entire heart to him, trying to fix your relationship, and he’s sitting here quoting The Lorax and acting like a child. At this point, you were sure that there was no hope for the two of you and you were fine with that. You weren’t going to be driven mad by this anymore.

“You’re a fucking joke.” You growled, picking up your keys off his bed. “Y’know, I wish we hadn’t met each other because I’d be way better off if I didn’t even know you.”

“That’s not saying a lot, babe. You’d probably still be with the same dickhead who cheated on you.”

You scoffed, feeling the hornets in your stomach get their stingers ready. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m saying I made your life better. You wouldn’t be who you are today if it wasn’t for me.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d be stuck in here, playing video games and withering away if I hadn’t come along.”

Vinnie huffed, holding back a laugh. “At least I don’t have to deal with video games nagging at me all the time.”

“Jerk!” you yelled, rushing to his door. You stood in the doorway, turning around to look back at him. “I never want to see you again, you hear me? NEVER again, Vincent. You’re dead to me.”

Slamming the door behind you, you made your way down the hallway of the Hype House. But before you could go any further, something stopped you. A feeling of sadness washed over you and your anger subsided. The hornets that once threatened to pour out of you had now calmed down. At that moment, you felt your body tremble as sin known as lust flowed through your veins. You swallowed hard, trying to keep yourself from rushing back into Vinnie’s room and pouncing on him…but there was nothing you could do to stop yourself.

“Screw it,” you whispered.

You turned around and darted towards Vinnie’s room. Bursting through the door, you tackled him onto the bed and well…you know the rest. You knew going through this all over again was bad, that it was causing more damage to your relationship. It was definitely sad…but that’s what made you good in bed.

[crackheadgeminibby]

pardon my french

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: age gap, fluff, language, tiny bit of angst if you squint

word count: 1.5k

a/n: enjoy this purely self-indulgent piece of fluff i wrote, also i'm pretty sure i put the meaning of all the french sentences explicitly or implicitly but i may have missed some so lemme know if i did!!

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

not my picture

“Tu te fous de ma gueule?! Ugh, va te faire enculer, Gabriel!”

You slam your phone on the counter and squeeze your eyes shut while leaning over the sink. You’re taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down when you feel large, warm hands on your hips and soft lips on your neck. Chris leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your ear before whispering, “Baby… You know it gets me all hot and bothered when you speak French.”

You chuckle softly while shaking your head before answering, “Seriously, Chris?”

You turn around in his arms, putting your hands around his neck before continuing, “I was literally just telling someone to go fuck themselves.”

Chris’ face contorts in confusion, “What? Who?”

You sigh, your anger rising again, as you answer, “My sister’s piece of shit ex-husband. He’s suing her for the children’s custody, and he called to rub it in my face that he hired Max to be his lawyer.”

You see that Chris is trying to associate the name with the grievance: yeah, you didn’t make a lot of friends but that’s the price of being a lawyer.

You chuckle as Chris is still trying to figure out who you’re talking about.

“Max is my ex-partner. You know the one that tried to poach all of my big clients before leaving the firm.”

“Ohh, yeah.” Chris nods his head in acknowledgement before scrunching his face in disgust, “He’s an asshole.”

You smile, gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Yeah, well, birds of a feather flock together, right?”

Chris nods slightly before leaning in your hand that’s playing in his hair.

“So, did you have anything to tell me, or did you just want me to play with your hair?”, you smirk.

Chris opens his eyes before smiling a bit and rolling his eyes, “Yeah. I want you to teach me French.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at Chris’ statement.

“We’ve been together for like a year… Why do you suddenly want to learn French?”

You see a slight blush making its way from Chris’ chest up to his face and tilt your head in confusion before he answers softly,

“It’s hot… And if I want to make a good impression on your extended family at Christmas, I can’t just show up not knowing any French. Plus, I can show off that my girlfriend’s a great teacher in front of my family.”

“Hmm… Questionable reasons”, you chuckle softly “But sure, let’s do it.”

Chris beams at you before asking, “Okay, well where do we start?”

You think a bit before saying, “How about we do like 20 minutes a day where I teach you a bunch of words and then you have to try to use them in sentences?”

Chris reflects on your suggestion before nodding, “Sounds good.”

You smile and point at the black saucepan on the oven next to you, “Now, this is a casserole. Since it’s a feminine noun, you say une casserole.”

Chris thinks before trying to repeat after you.

two months later

You park the car in front of your parents’ house, seeing the cars of almost all the members of both your families up and down the street. You turn off the car before turning to Chris.

“Are you ready?”

Chris smiles at you and answers, “Oui.”

You smile softly, feeling your heart swell with pride before you get out of the car and make your way to the front door.

You open the door and take off your coats and boots before making your way to the animated living room.

As soon as you see Chris’ family interacting with yours as if they have known each other forever, you smile from ear to ear before saying, “Hi, everybody!”

Members from both your families get up to greet you. After everyone has asked the usual “How are you? How’s the job?” questions, you sit down on the arm of the loveseat where Chris is sitting. Chris squeezes your hand, and you look down at him: he was ready to show off his knowledge.

You smile encouragingly at him and mouth “You can do this.”

Chris nods before getting up, a bottle of wine in his hand, “Bonjour tout le monde. Nous avons… emporté du vin.”

You feel heat rising to your face as you see a smile growing on your dad’s face.

“Well, look who’s been practicing his French. Donc, vous avez emporté du vin?”

Chris immediately gets red and turns towards you, sending you a panicked look. You get up and put a comforting hand on Chris’ arm before saying, “On a apporté du vin…”

You turn towards your dad and frown at him, “Papa, arrête, il est déjà assez stressé.”

Your dad puts his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, I was just joking.”

Chris looks at you, confusion clear on his face.

“When you say emporté, it means you took something from somewhere and you’re keeping it but if you say apporté, it means that you bring something from somewhere and you’re leaving it there.”

Chris looks at you, getting even redder than he was before, and puts the wine bottle on the coffee table, sitting back down on the armrest. Conversation picks up again in the living room and you sit down next to Chris. He crosses his arms across his chest, looking at his feet. You bite your bottom lip softly, before putting your hand on Chris’ back.

“Hey, you okay?”

Chris looks at you, still slightly red, as he nods softly and responds, “Yeah… I’m just embarrassed, I thought I was actually learning.”

You feel bad for Chris and stroke his back before replying, “You are learning, Chris, you’re doing great actually. French is just a really hard language to master. And my dad was just trying to be funny, don’t take him too seriously.”

Chris nervously bites his bottom lip before saying, “I thought your dad liked me?”

“Oh Chris… He does, I promise. He just likes to be a little mean to guys I like… You know, to like test them or whatever.”

Chris looks at you sadly and nods softly.

You sigh as you run your hand through his hair, trying to help him get more comfortable.

Multiple hours and quite a bit of alcohol later, everyone was heading to bed. As time passed, Chris had gotten more comfortable and had even started to talk French again, feeling less self-conscious thanks to the alcohol.

You were now in your childhood bedroom, getting on the bed as Chris was brushing his teeth. He gets out of the bathroom and gets some pants from his luggage before getting changed. You look at Chris getting changed and bite your bottom lip as he’s pulling his pants on. He turns around and sees you looking at him. He walks slowly towards the bed and leans towards you, whispering, “Like what you see?”

You smirk at him and nod slowly, “Very much so.”

Chris cages you between his arms and kisses you softly. He strokes your cheek with one of his hands while deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth. His other hand makes its way downwards, sliding under your sleepshirt and caressing your hips.

Chris kisses your cheek before leaning towards your ear and whispering, “Pardon my French but voulez-vous couchez avec moi?”

You laugh loudly before saying, “Seriously, Chris? Lady Marmalade?”

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders, before replying, “I listened to a bunch of songs on your phone.”

You grin at Chris and put a hand on his cheek and say, “First of all, I’m so proud of you for learning French, Chris, I know it’s super hard.”

Chris blushes slightly and smiles shyly, looking to the side.

You continue, “Second of all, no, I’m not having sex with you while my parents are sleeping in the room right next to us.”

Chris pouts and whines at you, “Baby, please…”

You roll your eyes at his childish demeanor, “How about this? If you behave tonight, I’ll tell my mom that we’re gonna decorate the house while everyone’s running the Christmas Day errands and I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

Chris’ eyes glint mischievously, and he smiles asking, “Anything at all?”

You smirk slightly back at him and reply, “Anything.”

“Well, seems like the choice here is pretty clear. Good night, baby.”

Chris lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you before kissing your shoulder, “Je t’aime.”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush as your heart skips a beat and heat rushes to your face.

You turn towards Chris and kiss him softly before responding, “Je t’aime plus.”

You turn back towards the window, laying your head on the pillow and intertwine your fingers with Chris’, still feeling butterflies in your stomach.

As you slip into slumber, you think about how there was just something so deeply endearing and attractive about hearing Chris telling you he loved you in your native language.

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

[talesmaniac89]

The Classifieds

Pairing: Past Dean x Reader 

Summary: What lengths will Dean Winchester go to when he runs out of options to save the people he cares about? Is he willing to let go of a part of himself to save his family?

Triggers: Hurt, Coma, possible loss/death, open ending, no resolution, angst, No happy endings here guys. This is just angst for the sake of angst.

For sale: 1967 Chevrolet Impala

Lovingly restored black ‘67 Impala needs a new home. This 327 four-barrel beauty comes with a newly installed 502 Big Block 550 Horsepower Engine to give you that extra bit of push. Though it has a mileage of over 600,000 miles travelled, this beauty runs like new after several full fixups, constant servicing and a lot of TLC. Registration is up to date as of January this year. 

With its souped-up engine, new paint job and fresh set of tires, this baby looks like it just rolled off of the assembly line. Both the exterior and interior of the car have received a near perfect restoration with a few small exceptions; there’s a green army man toy stuck in the ashtray, a few Lego pieces are rattling in the vent when you turn on the heat, and there’s a small carving in the rear window sill. These are all minor interior flaws that can easily be fixed by the buyer.

I’ll share details like the VIN, classic car ID and answer any other questions directly to any prospective buyers.

She’s been with us since ‘73, and never let us down. Baby’s part of our family, and we’re sad to let her go, but I’m hoping the new owner will love her as much as I have.

Price: Best offer

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Taking a shaky breath, Dean held back the tears that burned in his eyes, blurring his vision as he read through the classified ad one last time before motioning to hit send. His finger shook over the enter key as he squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice.

Baby meant a lot to him, of course she did. But she was only a car, and if he didn’t let her go, then he could end up losing so much more. Selling the Impala was his only choice.

He needed money. A lot of money. For (Y/N) and Sammy. Their last hunt in Chicago had landed them both in separate hospital beds after prolonged contact with a djinn, and they weren’t waking up. Even after Dean killed the fucking monster that had them trapped, they both remained unresponsive, and they were fading fast. Only kept alive by modern science and a team of hardworking doctors and nurses.

Still, Dean was in the business of saving people. And if ganking another monster of the week wasn’t gonna cut it, then he’d do whatever else he needed to do to fix this. He wouldn’t let his little brother, or the woman he loved more than life itself, die in that hospital. He couldn’t lose them, either of them.

But, their stay and continued treatment required money. More money than he had. More money than he could ever hope to get from his measly collection of fake credit cards, poker games and hustling some poor fool at the local dive bar.

Which was why he was balancing Sammy’s computer on his lap as he sat, defeated, on one of the uncomfortably hard waiting room chairs. One finger hovering over the enter button as he tried to breathe through the growing lump in his throat and the helpless panic lodged in his chest. Either way, he’d lose something. But this way he’d save his family; the only goddamn good thing left in his life.

Swallowing down the bitter defeat, he let his finger press into the enter key with a little more force than necessary. Sending his ad in to the classifieds with nothing more than a dry, low sob goodbye.

Dean would scrounge up every damned cent needed to keep his family alive. Even if it meant selling the only home the Winchester brothers had ever really had.

Because the Impala was their only real home, more so than the bunker could ever hope to be. Yet, what was a home without people to live in it? If he lost his family, then the bunker, the Impala, or any other place he tried to run away to would just be a coffin. Somewhere to lie broken, bruised and defeated as he waited for the world to catch up and realise his heart stopped beating the day that fucking djinn landed Sam and (Y/N) in that hospital bed.

“Goodbye Baby… I’m sorry,”

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“…Winchester?”

Someone was calling his name, but Dean was too far gone to listen. His red rimmed eyes stayed laser focused on the online listing. Dry and burning after minutes spent staring unblinkingly at the picture of his Baby that topped the ad. The picture was just one of many, the first he could find without Sam or her in it, but it still meant so much to him.

In it he could see every single moment he’d spent behind the wheel of that car.

He could see nights spent by (Y/N)’s side, stargazing on Baby’s hood. His hand painting patterns on her bare arm as they just… Existed together, not talking or hunting, just living. Her head resting on his shoulder as he whispered promises of forever into her (Y/H/C) hair.

He relived every time she’d helped him fix his Baby back up, handing him his tools with that tempting sheen of moisture trapped against her neck and collarbone from the heat of the Kansas sun. Endless drives, with Sam calling shotgun; using his longer legs to his advantage and leaving the fiercest huntress Dean knew in the dust while she grumbled about deserving a front seat view for once.

He could feel the steady and safe vibration of the steering wheel under his fingers and heard her singing along to his mixtapes. Her head leaned back and (Y/H/C) hair moving slightly in the small breeze from the open window. (Y/E/C) eyes hidden behind closed eyelids and a small lazy smile, just barely visible through the rear-view mirror.

That one picture, topping the classifieds ad, held it all; every moment on the road so far. And there’d been many. More than he could ever hope to count.

From the desperate rushed rescue missions and races against the clock, to the lazier road trips after a fight well fought. The easy drives would always be his favourite moments. Just sunshine, warming the air around him as he drove his family back to the bunker. Safe in the knowledge that he’d kept them all out of harm’s way once more.

He’d spent so many long days on the road, he could picture it all perfectly. Even in the pixelated picture of an empty car. (Y/N) would be lounging in the backseat, humming along to his music. Stretched across the leather seats as Sam tried to talk both Dean and her into agreeing to change the classic rock music blaring through the speakers with a podcast or audio book. Giving his all to another convincing argument, fit for the former Stanford student, and still failing miserably every time.

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole,”

Dean flinched slightly at the sound of his own voice. He hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. Even the cracked, whispered version that left him. Yet, as soon as the words were out, he could nearly hear the echo of Sammy’s quipped “Jerk” in response to the golden rule. Barely catching the ghost of it with a trembling, empty smile before it was crushed under the louder sound of cold professionalism above him.

“Mr. Winchester?” The doctor repeated, sounding slightly annoyed at his lack of response and waving the papers in front of her as she waited for him to take them from her. The admission forms.

There were two of them. One for each of the two people he loved more than life itself. Lying in separate hospital rooms, only kept alive by machines and wires. Alive, but not really living, for as long as he had money to keep funding those fragile lifelines.

“Please fill in the fields for their insurance and the payment plan section. If there’s any issues…” The doctor said, voice free of judgement or blame as he lifted tear stained eyes to catch hers.

“No… You’ll have your money. Just… Save ‘em doc. They’re all I have,”

Dean didn’t have time to sit around feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get the money. He’d do anything to save his family. Hell, he’d have already sold his soul three times over if he had anything left to actually bargain with. And his baby, the Impala that had been their home, would never be the same again without Sam’s constant attempts to change his music or (Y/N) signing along from the backseat or making his baby brother roll his eyes at her bad jokes.

Though he’d yet to get an offer on the ad. And he needed money fast.

Cas had tried, but his weakened grace couldn’t help them, and there were no other last-minute interventions there to save the day. After all, saving the day was what the Winchesters did, and Dean was two soldiers short of a full team. 

No, he couldn’t sit around hoping someone would come rescue them and he couldn’t shoot or punch his way through this problem. All he could do was cling to his phone and hope someone offered to buy a piece of him. One he thought he’d never part with. Hell, at some point he’d even dreamed about handing the keys over to his own child one day, one with green eyes and (Y/H/C) hair, to let the Impala live on when he retired somewhere calm and quiet with (Y/N).

A dream he now realised was foolish to even hope for.

Keeping his eyes on the picture of his Baby on the laptop screen, Dean’s hand tightened around the papers. His voice shook as he prayed out loud, just as much to the classic car on the screen as to the doctor in front of him. 

“Please save my family,”

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[pandoraborn]

16 - A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY. || forced to beg. ||

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He’d been sitting in the same spot for a couple days now, in complete isolation and darkness. He knew Cian had planned things to go a certain way, but Vin wonders if he’d forgotten about Vin completely. The plan was to keep Vin out of the way while Cian toyed with everyone else, but leaving the magician alone means Vin has time to make his own plans.

He knew that Jason had Jackie and Marvin hostage, and he knew that Cian had done something with their kids. Anything after that, Vin’s in the dark about. He does have one advantage that he’s sure Cian didn’t take into account: and that’s the fact that Iron doesn’t exactly work the same way on him than it does on Cian.

Marvin lets the cuffs slide effortlessly to the floor. For all of Cian’s planning and manipulations, he’s not very intelligent in some cases. Vin is able to get up now and stretch his numb limbs, jolting his body back to life.

Vin doesn’t stay in the room he’s in for long. He’d heard voices down the hall somewhere, and he’s very inclined to check it out. From the area around him, he can guess he’s in some mansion, or at least a large house. He doesn’t know, or even care, who’s house it is, the important thing is Vin is sure-

He throws open the door he’s sure he heard voices in. It’s a bare, blank room with concrete walls as opposed to drywall. There’s blood everywhere already, and Vin winces, realizing he’d been in the same house as Marvin and Jackie the whole time.

There’s clearly no one here anymore; the house is empty, dark, and chilly. It also screams creepy, so Vin just walks back to the room he was held prisoner in, gathers his things, and leaves. He has some idea of where he’s going and who his target is, so he steps outside, looking around. Large yard, driveway the size of the yard, and the street not too far away. Vin can see the city skyscrapers in the distance, even in the dark, so he focuses.

She would be in the city right now. Luckily, Vin knows exactly where her hideout is.

Conjuring up a small portal, Vin hops through, popping out just outside the intended building. He approaches the nearest door, testing to see if it’s locked. Of course it is. She’d have the place locked up with as much security as she can coerce. Vin isn’t deterred in the slightest. 

He knocks.

Of course, someone is stupid enough to crack open the door, gun out before Vin can catch a glimpse of a face. With his most charming grin, Vin lifts a hand, bright green magic swirling around his hand. “Pardon me,” Vin says, watching as the magic envelops the gun. “But I’m a wee lost and have nowhere else to go.”

The man drops his gun in surprise. In his shock, he jumps back, bumping the door open wider. “What the- wait. What do you mean you’re lost? This isn’t a shelter.”

“See, I was dead, and now I’m not. Well, technically, I haven’t been dead for awhile, but I never did find a home previous to now.” He continues with his same, soothing tone of voice as he uses his magic again, taking advantage of the full view of this lackey. Vin conjures up a spiral, swirling colors of purples and blues that seem to stretch out toward the man. 

It’s so predictable, the way the man stares into the center of the spiral. Vin’s almost bored with how easily taken he is, but it works to his advantage. Moving closer, Vin taps the side of the man’s head, whispering in his ear. With a slow blink after a long minute, the man turns around, beckoning for Vin to follow him inside the building. 

Vin follows down a hallway, before the pair stops at a stairway that leads up. The man says nothing, just dazedly lifts his hand to point up. With a grin, Vin pats him on the shoulder before heading up the flight, breaking the trance. 

Vin doesn’t walk the whole way up. He uses a portal to skip flights of stairs, stopping every other floor to check for his target. It’d be too cliche for her to be up at the very top but- 

-that’s, in fact, where she is. The entire top floor is decorated with a lavish style, furs and prints as carpet and wallpaper, all clashing to look as tacky as possible. Vin wrinkles his nose as he tip-toes in, using his magic to locate her.

She’s sleeping. Why she’d be sleeping when there would be people after her is beyond him. Or maybe she’s dumb enough to let her guard down, trusting in her foolish lackeys to keep her protected. Regardless, it’s easy access for Vin. He rummages through the things closest to her ‘bed’ (which is really a bunch of couches pushed together with a mattress on top) until he finds a pistol. Vin already knows he won’t find her drugs out in the open, but a gun?

She really is foolish. 

He crouches down next to the bed, staring her down as he rotates the pistol around in his hands. She seems to be a light sleeper, because she’s stirring only moments later, rolling over to her back and cracking a single eye open. It takes another few seconds for her to bolt upright, scrambling back when Vin aims the pistol at her face.

“Good morning, Danielle. Did I wake you?” He grins politely as he tests the gun’s weight. There’s no clip in it, but he’s hoping she isn’t awake enough to realize it.

“How did you get in? How the hell did you get through my security?” 

“The sad thing about most humans,” Vin begins as he stands up to move closer. He sits down on the edge of the bed and presses the barrel right against her temple. “Is that they’re incredibly easy to influence. I just need to use a little bit of magic, and your flimsy security was eager to please.”

“What did you do to them?” She asks, voice utterly calm in spite of her trembling.

“Just one, no idea how many you actually had, and he’s fine now. Probably doesn’t remember the homeless stranger who knocked on the door asking for a place to stay.” Vin leans closer, using his free hand to grip her wrist to lock her in place. “Nevermind all that. You’re an idiot, Danielle. One man to guard an entire building while you sleep? Shame, Cian could have come back for you. Though, I suspect you could have the entire FBI protecting you; if Cian wants someone, he finds them.”

“Vin, I-”

“No no, I’m in charge now. Do you have any wine, by the way? No need to get up, I can help myself.”

“...yes. Over there. I have a fridge filled with...glasses on the side.”

“Perfect.” Vin gets back to his feet and moves away, helping himself to her most expensive wine. “So, I have some inside information. I know that Cian is probably with the kids right now, seeing as he hasn’t come back for me. He also seems to have forgotten I’m not fae myself.”

“I swear-”

“No no. I’m talking sweetheart.” Vin takes a large sip of the wine as he moves back toward her. “I also know Jason had the married couple in his clutches, and Merlin was probably involved somehow. What would you like to tell me about that?”

“I swear I don’t know where anyone is Vin. Cian hired me to kidnap the kids, I don’t know what happened to them after that, I don’t know where your friends are, I swear. I’m just here, minding my own business.” 

“You’re not minding your own business though.” Vin takes another sip, now using his telekinesis to bring the magazine to him. “You’re involved in a pretty fucked up situation. I’d like to know what the endgame is for all this. Cian didn’t feel the need to tell me.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m not asking you. You’re smart, in your own way. Crafty, even. But you’re no match for Cian. He wouldn’t give away his secrets to even me, what makes you think he’d talk to you? You’re no better than one of your drugged lackeys.”

“I resent that.”

“Oh, and one more thing before I take you with me?” Vin finishes off his wine.” 

“Before you continue that, I can drug you and make you mine.” 

“I have magic and a loaded gun, Danielle. I’d highly reconsider your actions.” Vin jabs the gun against her temple again, this time roughly. He ignores her cry of pain as he continues his original thought. “Only my friends can call me Vin, by the way. You haven’t earned that privilege, so quit trying to be chummy.”

“Sorry, Marvin. Where are you taking me?”

“The only one I can reasonably call is Chase, and he’s in a different timeline currently. The one we both left behind. How did you even cross over by the way?”

“I have secrets of my own, Vin, er. Marvin. As we are not working together, I don’t have to tell you anything.” She scowls.

“Fair enough. So, since I can’t call Chase, I’m going to give Amon a call. Maybe he’s at Jackie’s and Marvin’s place, I don’t know.”

“I saw him the other day,” Danielle says quietly. “He was trailing me, somehow he knew I had something to do with the kids.”

“Amon’s the smartest of all of us, I wouldn’t put it past him to have everything figured out already.” Vin chuckles as he beckons her with the gun. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re going on a walk.”

“You expect me to walk all the way through the city?” Her expression turns icy.

“Of course I don’t. I have to walk too.” He rolls his eyes as he walks toward one of the large windows, tapping on it with the gun. “We’re going to jump though.”

“Are you out of your god damned mind?” She jumps to her feet, flailing in a panic. “I am not jumping out of a fifteen story window for your god damned amusement!”

Vin turns and fires a warning shot right at her bed.

“You’re crazy, Marvin, you know that? You’re fucking crazy!” She approaches the window slowly, quaking in fear.

“Tell me about it. That leshy must’ve done some permanent damage to me.” He grins.

“Do I at least get to get dressed first?” She waves frantically at herself. Vin takes notice for the first time, seeing she’s wearing only a camisole and a pair of boxers. Definitely not appropriate attire for a midnight adventure.

He waves his hand, forcibly changing her boxers into a pair of jeans.He leaves her top as is, seeing nothing wrong with it. “There, dressed. Now, quit bitching and jump.” Vin turns and fires at the window, watching it crack and shatter in an explosion of glass. He may have used his magic to aid in the display, not that he’d admit it to her aloud, but he’s giggling anyway.

“I fucking hate you.” Danielle gripes as she walks right up to the ledge, then stops. “How do I know you’re not trying to kill me?”

“You don’t.” Vin shoves her roughly, watching her fall out the window. She’s screaming, too, thrashing wildly as if trying to grab a ledge and cling on for dear life. If he wasn’t so worried for the others, he’d probably watch her suffer a little longer. Vin tosses the gun back over his shoulder as he follows suit, letting himself fall forward toward the ground.

The portal waiting for them on the road swallows them both, leading them back into Jackie’s apartment’s living room.

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