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lussiane333 · 2 years ago

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Unspoken Desire

Bo Sinclair x female reader (he's an ass)

Vincent Sinclair x female reader

Vinny boy not so innocent (and he talks)

Angst, smut, cheating :P

You lived with the Sinclair brothers for some time now.

You knew Bo was interested in you from the very first second you two spent together. He was never ashamed to tell you or show you.. You two never really got official at first. It was just messing around, some kissing when he pushed you against a wall, grinding on him when he sat you on his lap leading into nights of passion.. Eventually, you got close together and long midnight talks revealed the complicated character of Bo. While there was fondness between you two, most of the time your days together ended one way, arguing. You loved him, yes he wasn't the best man, but you cared for him deeply. There was something that couldn't tear you apart, always pulling you into him more and more.

Bo was handsome that's for sure, his charming aura brightened the day. He could be nice and funny when he wanted, but usually he was blunt and rude. Not only to you.

You weren't in close relationship with his twin. Atleast not the first weeks. But then and now, you found yourself by Vincent's side whenever Bo was in one of his moods, when Bo was out of town because of something, and when you just wanted to talk. You told Vincent many, many things. He listened, sometimes he answered, gave you his opinion. He cared about you, he trusted you and even showed you his face, you were part of the family now. He cared a lot.. Something you didn't feel that much from Bo. He always called you nicknames, told you how sexy you are, but it's been almost a year and you never heard those three words out of his mouth. Whenever you told Bo you love him, he smiled to himself but never told anything back. It seemed like he was thinking about, if he actually feels the same. You two had many deep and personal convesations together, but you always felt like Bo isn't fully honest with you. And it bothered you..

Today wasn't very different. It started with Bo coming home late, little drunk.

You had cooked dinner, set up the table nicely, poured some wine. You just wanted to spend some time with your boyfriend.. Because when was the last time that the two of you had sat in such peace together? You can't remember. You heard Bo coming home and just from the noise he was making, you knew it will be one of those nights. Bo had many unresolved problems and issues, and alcohol seemed to be his therapist and best friend in one. Whenever you brought up his behavior, and asked him if he wants to talk about what he feels, he snapped and got all defensive.

"What the fuck are ya playin at" "No i don't fuckin' wanna talk" "I don't know what you're talkin bout just shut up" "Take that stupid advice of yours and go bother someone else i ain't got time for this"

"Where the hell have you been?!" You yelled at him.

He could hear the disappointment in your voice, but he decided to add more gasoline into the fire instead of trying to make things right.

"You haven’t seen me for the whole day and the first thing you're gonna do is yell at me?" Bo stumbled backwards, leaning against the front door.

"I told you this morning! Don't be late, i want to spend some time together!"

He just rolled his eyes at you.

"Why the fuck are you drunk again?"

"Like i'm gonna confess to ya" Bo scoffed to himself. "You know what, end this interrogation and let's just go fuckin eat"

"What happend to us Bo? Why do you have to be like this nearly every damn day?!"

He looked you up and down before spatting "More like what happend to you"

"I mean look at ya" "Think that my biggest desire is to sit and smile like an idiot every fuckin evening? Well it isn't!"

"What the fuck Bo?!" "We are barely together! And when we are it's only about one thing!"

"You can be fuckin happy that i didn't replace you yet"

You felt tear stream down your face as he finished the sentence.

"I am very curious who would stick to your drunk ass and tolerate your bullshit everyday" Your voice cracked and you looked away for only a moment as you took a deep breath.

"It’s time to change the scenery, I'm fucking tired of you!" He yelled as he shut the door and left the house leaving you all alone again..

You were truly hurt. It's not like you haven't heard worse from him, but you didn't know if you want to keep hearing more. You knew he's gonna come home in few hours totally devastated either still pissed, or like usual, promising that everything is going to change. And in the morning there would be the „sober“ apologising part. Walking to the kitchen slamming your fists at the table, spilling over the wine glasses, breaking everything that came into contact with your hands that just wanted to hold and caress.. You sat down and cried, the table not so neat anymore.. You didn't want it to be like this. None of this was your fault, you knew that. And there is one person who understands you and your feelings.

You opened the door and walked downstairs, knocking before opening, you saw Vincent, maskless laying on his bed, reading.

"Y/N? What happened?" He tossed the book aside, sitting up. His voice was soft and almost apologetic while you simply stared back at him, face swollen because of how hard you cried.

"I-.. Bo he-.." You shook your head, couldn't bring yourself to talk about it.

"Shhh come here" Vincent opened his arms and you ran to him instantly.

But he knew exactly what happend. Vincent heard everything, he heard the fight and your breakdown afterwards. He was waiting for you, he knew you'll come downstairs. To him, like you always do. He smiled softly at that thought. Vincent stroked your back and whispered how it will be all good but deep down he knew that HE will make it all good.

You rolled to your side, clinging onto his sweater you said "Vince, don't leave me alone tonight"

That sentence made him feel all warm and proud inside.

He smirked. Vincent always got what he wanted, it was like that when he was a kid and it was like that now. Remembering how easy it was to make his parents think that he's truly just a damaged, soft little boy, and his twin is the evil one, as they liked to call him. Of course when Bo would go and tell his parents how bad Vinny is, they would be angry. At Bo. How dare he is to talk that way about the precious little artist? When Bo is the one who doesn't listen and always cause trouble! That was his trick. But Vincent didn't want to trick you. He honestly cared about you. Loved you.. But his twin was more slick, he had to give him that. Vincent just didn't understand and couldn't help but think how truly pathetic his brother is for not treasuring you and always ending up hurting you.

The woman who he wished to hold and kiss every night, the woman who always made him feel better with her presence, who talked and listened to his ideas, the woman who would help him when he got injured, sometimes it didn't even hurt that much, but who is he to say no to you? You. The perfect person for him. You two were laying on Vincent's bed for some time, no one saying a word. You had calmed down, your breathing was steady and your tears dried a long time ago. Vincent was now hugging you from behind. Feeling his breath on your neck, finding it calming, you closed your eyes, trying to forget about every little thing that troubled you.

But Vincent wasn't so calm inside. He had you like this and his mind wandered off to many places. The pressure in his pants not helping at all. He buried his face in your hair, taking in a deep breath, he lost all the remaining self-control and rolled his hips aganist your ass and your eyes widened. At first you thought it was because he moved closer, but then you felt it again and again, along with soft kisses on your neck.

You turned to face him right away, which he took as an invitation and slammed his lips on yours. Vincent groaned in pleasure as he devoured your mouth. You didn't know what was happening. That was Vincent.. Your boyfriend's brother..

This was wrong.. So wrong.. You pushed him away, both of you looking confused.

"Vincent what are you-" You didn't have time to finish because he got on top of you, pinning you down with his weight. Your arms were free though, you could have slapped him or something, at least try to push him off, but you didn't. You were looking at him, you couldn't believe that Vincent would ever.. That YOU would ever.. He kissed your neck hungrily again, and your breath hitched as you felt tingles rush from your neck to a different part of your body.

"You have no idea.." Vincent started, his voice deep and rough "How long i've been waiting for this moment." He kissed you again, grabbing your hip with one hand and grinding his hips aganist yours.

"We.. we shouldn't.." You stuttered. "Vincent.. please stop, oh god stop.."

"Mhm, don’t think I can stop.. don't really want to" Vincent whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He bit your lip gently and tilted his head to the side.

"Vince, this is wrong.." You moaned.

"Then why are you pulling me so hard to you?" He asked, the forced innocence in his voice almost funny, considering what he was doing to you.

You didn't even register that your arms weren't next to your body anymore, but one on his back and the other on his waist.

"But Vincent.." You didn’t want him to stop, but it had to. It wouldn’t be right..

"Change of scenery, i'm fucking tired of you!" You replayed the scene from earlier in your head. 'Change of scenery indeed' You thought.

You took your hand and placed it on his cheek, leaning in to kiss him. He looked at you, making sure you're really okay with this. You nodded, pulling him back down for another kiss. That's when Vincent's patience ran out as he ripped your t-shirt, sliding off your bra. Fingers now trailing your nipples. He lowered himself as he took one breast in his mouth, playing with the other one. You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing him in, feeling the butterflies when he kissed and played with both of your breasts together.

"Vinny" You moaned out. He was now in your panties with his hand, circling your clit, playing with your wetness. Vincent undid your pants, throwing them aside, his own were next. He lowered himself again, kissed and licked your pussy before shoving his fingers in. He pumped them in and out, licking your clit again, recieving sounds from you that were 10 times better than he imagined.

He felt his hard cock beg for attention, his pink tip feeling the texture of the sheets, making him moan into your pussy.

"More" Was the only thing he needed to hear.

He took out his fingers and shoved himself into you roughly, shutting his eye tight, trying to hold himself. Vincent grabbed your hips tightly and began to fuck you violently. Everything he was feeling needed to be let out. That goes for you too. He made an internal promise that he is going to fuck thoughts of Bo out of you. He will do anything, anything you ask him to do. Anything it takes to make you cry out his name. He kind of wishes for his brother to hear you too. But now his main priority is to make you feel good. Your pussy was hugging him so good that he thought he's gonna cum any minute. You played with your clit, the other hand holding onto him. You were moaning non-existing things, feeling the pleasure knot in your stomach, you arched your back and whimpered.

"Oh Vin.. Don't fucking stop!"

With that, Vincent took your legs and threw them over his shoulders, fucking you hard and fast. He could feel that he won't last long. And he also felt that he was hitting your sweet spot when your mouth hanged open, legs trembling while he held them. Your hands were trying to find something to hold onto. You gripped his thighs slightly, and dug your nails in them. Getting another groan from him. That was it. Your hips were shaking as your orgasm took over you. You whined as you felt Vincent pounding your now sensitive pussy.

"Oh f-fuck" Vincent moaned, shook your legs off his shoulders and kissed you deeply. You pulsed around him and with that, he came hard. Fucking out his orgasm, hugging you as he filled you with everything he got.

"My brother has chosen well, too bad i'll never let him touch ya again" He said as he kissed you and booped your nose mockingly.

These upcoming days will be interesting..

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superseggsygurl · 3 years ago

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WARNING: 18+, smut, swearing, daddy kink, choking kink, and some degradation

THIS IS LONG SO GET SOME POPCORN 😎

Vinnie could tell from the moment he woke up that today was not going to be his day. It first started out when he woke up without his girlfriend next to him because she had to go into work early. Then when he was out with Jett running errands, his car completely shut down on the side of the road, and he was stuck there for about 2 hours. Prior to that, he had also spilled coffee all over himself this morning and had to change clothes, but the coffee smell still lingered on him.

After a horrible day all he wanted to do was see you, he needed to relieve his built up stress and anger somehow.

Just as he had gotten out of the shower, finally getting that annoying coffee scent off of himself, his phone started going off, with your name flashing on the screen.

He sat down on his bed and answered the facetime call, just to see you cuddled up in your own bed with the tv playing in the background.

“Hey baby” you spoke softly, making him feel slightly better, just from hearing your voice.

“Hey babe” Vinnie spoke in a low voice, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

“What’s wrong Vin, why do you sound upset?” You asked worriedly, sitting up in your bed.

“I’ve just had a really shitty day.” Vinnie sighed, running his hand over his face,as he began to explain to you what happened.

“Well if you want you can come over here and I can make us dinner, and we can watch a movie or something.” You said, trying to make him feel better. “I’ll even cook your favorite.” You added, chucking, making Vinnie laugh slightly.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a few.” He spoke. You exchanged ‘I love you’s’ before hanging up.

***

It took Vinnie about 25 minutes to get to your apartment, and by the time he arrived you had just finished dinner, setting it up nicely, with candles. You even put on your satin nightgown, Vinnie’s favorite.

Right as you set down the last plate, a knock was heard. You speed to the front door, opening it to see Vinnie with grey sweatpants and a tight short sleeve white shirt.

“Hi my love, I missed you.” You spoke wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stepped into the apartment.

“Missed you too babe, haven’t seen you in like a week.”

As you were about to answer, he interrupted you, attaching your lips in a passionate kiss.

You pulled away before things got heated.”Well dinner’s ready, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

You took his hand, and guided him to the kitchen. “What do you think?” You asked looking over at him to see his reaction.

“Oh my god baby, this looks great.” Vinnie gasped and kissed your cheek.

***

After an amazing dinner, you made your way into your room, and you sat down on your bed, looking up at him.

“I really missed you babe” Vinnie said walking towards you, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I did too, so glad you're here” You whispered, looking up at him innocently, stroking his thigh softly.

“I had such a fucked up day, and you made it so much better.”

“So what can I do to make it even better?” You eyed him up and down, tugging on his shirt to make him come closer. The both of you don’t say anything for a few moments, then Vinnie reaches out to grab your chin and brings you into a rough, needy kiss. Pushing you down on the bed. Vinnie takes off his shirt, and climbs on top of you reconnecting your lips.

He then goes down to your neck, sucking harshly, causing you to softly moan, grabbing onto his curly hair in the process.

Vinnie pulls off your tank top, throwing it somewhere else in the room, to be faced with your perky tits. “Fucking beautiful baby.” He mumbles, taking your hardened buds in his mouth. You whimper, arching your back into his mouth.

“Mmm, please Vin” You whine.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” “I want you to touch me Vin, p-please.” You breathe out, desperate for the feeling of his hands on you.

“ Where baby, right here?” He whispers in your ear, as he grazes your thigh. You shake your head no, as he moves his hand up to your stomach. “Here?” He teases you. “No Vin, I want it here” You say, guiding his hand under your nightgown.

As he makes contact with what he expects to be your clothed pussy, instead he feels your bare, wet cunt.“No panties baby?” He ask’s, looking down at you. You giggle and shake your head no.

He starts teasing your pussy, making slow strokes on your clit, making you whine softly.

“Vin please I-”

“Who?” He asks, slapping your thigh, making you moan slightly.

“Daddy please, I want it so bad, please touch me.” You cry desperately.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks, and just as you’re about to respond, he slips his fingers into your warm walls. You cry out, at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you out. He almost immediately starts hitting your g spot, curling his fingers perfectly.

“Oh my god, r-right there dad-dy” You scream, as his pace gets faster, making your eyes roll back.

“Oh Fuck, I’m gonn-a cum” You squeal as your hips buck up slightly, until Vinnie pushes them back down.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum for me?” He grunts in your ear, only driving you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck yes I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” You practically beg, looking up him with the most innocent look possible.

“Cum on my fingers baby, make me happy.” He spoke, biting and sucking on your neck, making you reach your climax.

“I wanna make you feel good too, daddy.” You breathed out, giving him one last kiss before flipping you guys over and leveling yourself with his hardened cock, palming him through his sweats, causing him to groan, bringing his hand up to grab your hair. You pulled off his sweatpants and boxers, looking mesmerized at his hard cock springing out hitting his stomach, making him grunt lowly.

Then, you slowly started to stroke his dick, licking from the base of his cock to his red, angry looking tip.

“Don’t be a tease baby.” Vinnie mumbled, trying to control himself from shoving his dick down your throat.

After you decided he had enough teasing, you took his cock in your mouth, jerking off what you couldn’t fit. You took as much as you could, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, making him moan loudly, only encouraging you to go faster.

“Just like that sweetheart, suck my dick so good for me baby.” He mumbled, throwing his head back, biting his lip.

You took his cock out of your mouth, jerking him off in your hand, making him whimper slightly.

“I want you to fuck my throat daddy” You whispered, putting his cock back in your mouth, looking up at him innocently, making him groan at the sight of you.

He then slightly bent his legs, and began thrusting his hips up, fucking your mouth roughly. His dick hitting the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag, but you loved the feeling.

You started playing with his balls, knowing how much he likes it. “Oh f-fuck y/n just like that sweetheart” Vinnie moaned, thrusting his hips a few more times before spilling his cum into your mouth.

“Such a slut for my dick hm baby?” Pulling you up to him, and kissing you roughly.

“Turn over for daddy” He said lowly in your ear, making you whimper.

You turned over, sticking your ass up in the air, just how he liked it, shaking it slightly to tease him, causing him to smack it harshly.

“How bad do you want it baby, hm?” He asks, rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds, making you cry out.

“I want it so bad daddy please, please fuck me!” You begged, pushing your ass back on him.

“Yeah? My little whore wants my dick?” He questioned, making you even more desperate.

“Yes I want your cock so bad, please fuck me-” before you could even finish your sentence Vinnie was pushing his cock inside you making you groan, barrying your face into the sheets, to make less noise.

“Don’t you fucking do that, I wanna hear you scream for me.” He says, smacking your ass in the process.

“Daddy, it f-feels so good, I love when you fuc-k me” You moaned, barely being able to get out your sentence.

“Turn around baby I wanna see your face when I fuck you” Vinnie spoke as you turned around, and spread you legs, to give him a good view of your glistening cunt.

He lined up his cock with your pussy, once again and pushed it in, fucking you hard and fast. He then wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t holding up his body weight, around your throat and your eyes to roll back.

Vinnie immediately notices, making him chuckle. “You like when I choke you baby, my little slut likes this?” He asks, making you nod your head repeatedly.

“I wanna hear you say it” he whispers in your ear, softly biting on your lobe, causing you to moan.

“I love wh-en you choke me d-daddy” You screamed as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, hitting your g spot.

It was only a matter of time before you were cuming, clenching around his dick triggering Vinnie’s release.

“That definitely made my day better.” Vinnie chuckled as you laughed along with him, both of you falling asleep moments later.

Didn’t proofread so hopefully there are no errors 😋😋

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runthepockets · 8 months ago

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Rap is a very raw and earnest display of black struggle, culture, sexuality, politics, anger, competition (friendly and otherwise) etc. It's arguably just as much of a cultural lifestyle as it is art, and the subculture can be pretty unforgiving if you're not made for the cut. IE there is a reason the likes of Nas, Nicki Minaj, Lauryn Hill, and Jay-Z are well cemented in black culture rather than dudes like fucking Ja Rule and Flo Rida, despite the latter two having more radio friendliness. There's a reason that the most prolific white guys that were allowed to pass through the gates are consistently in community with black people and are just as defensive of protecting the sanctity of the culture as their black counterparts (IE El-p, Aesop Rock, Action Bronson, The Alchemist, Paul Wall, Vinnie Paz, and yes, even Eminem). None of us want the shit that happened to Rock n Roll to happen to Rap. It's not all complex and challenging, but there is a certain level of authenticity one needs to maintain in order to really pop off. You have to really pay attention and connect some dots to find cool stuff that resonate with you.

Meanwhile the average Tumblr user is like. White nerds writing RPF of Pop Punk dudes, calling very basic, neoliberal. lameass 60s flower power children ideas "Punk" when they're not, making very unfunny and disingenuous sex jokes round the clock, thinks MCR and other incredibly basic goofy theatre kid shit is the most authentic and gut wrenching portrayal of the gay/trans experience because of subtext when there are actual gay and trans artists making much cooler and more dynamic music in the year of our lord 2024 so there's no need to scrounge for scraps anymore, historical revisionists that thinks "emo" is a sacred LGBT support subculture that can be invaded rather than a commercial trend for whiney white dudes with straight hair that was riddled with arguably as many misogynists homophobes and pedophiles as the Rap industry (if not more), thinks any male display of vulnerability or emotional openness = being gay and gender conforming, despite not doing much else outside the realm of traditional masculinity, because anything outside the very rigid mold of patriarchal white supremacist gender roles automatically makes someone queer, and talks about killing and violence and cannibalism and other edgy dork shit while being too afraid to call their doctor to refill their meds.

Like yeah these are not people you want to give the aux to, invite to the cookout, or include in the blunt rotation. These are not people who have ever thought about cooking up sociological analysis and scholarly essays on Nas' Illmatic or Tupac's All Eyez on Me. They only have brainspace for Black Parade.

White Tumblr users being intimidated by Rap music is like the only thing on the planet that makes sense considering that the average Tumblr user is, like, white fujoshi of suburban middle class descent.

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physicxal · 3 years ago

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got something cooking :p new vinnie series coming soon’

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker

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smalltragedy · 4 years ago

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* herman tommeraas, cis man + he/him | you know donovan mercer, right? they’re twenty one, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, four months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ice boy by corbin like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole fear hidden behind a stoic stare, bleeding from your nose and from your gums, and the night sky with all its stars, with all its mystery and unknown thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 15th, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

looks away as i finally post his intro after being kinda awol fr however long. i love him a lot n hes also bri’s character mercy’s younger brother so u hv to be nice to him. think abt mercy’s life. then think abt ducky. im sry in advance tht his intro’s a little longer ive hd ducky fr like. a year or two n i’ve been playing him a While <3 as always like this if u’d like 2 plot n i’ll try 2 msg u bck bt otherwise im gna just hop right into threads bc obv i need to. change my methods.

ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DRUG ABUSE, EYE INJURY, GANG MENTIONS TW.

mini playlist.

father ;; the front bottoms / ice boy ;; corbin / lose yourself ;; eminem / my own worst enemy ;; lit / say it ain’t so ;; weezer / maps ;; yeah yeah yeahs / star stopping ;; lil peep / benz truck ;; lil peep / trauma ;; nf / northern downpour ;; panic! at the disco / your graduation ;; modern baseball.

statistics.

full name: donovan mercer.

nickname(s): ducky.

birthday: march 15th, 1999.

zodiac: pisces sun, aquarius moon, aquarius ascending.

mbti & temperament: intp & theorist / phlegmatic.

label: the despondent.

hometown: hell’s kitchen, new york.

sexuality: bisexual (bt not out).

pinterest.

biography.

born in hell’s kitchen to vinny mercer and a mother who ran out of the hospital as fast as she could, as soon as she was able. she’d gone so quick that she’d never given ducky a middle name - just donovan. the younger brother of mercy (shoutout 2 bri)

his father’s the right-hand man of a well known mob boss named lars amaretto, and so, you can imagine the kind of environment ducky (& mercy) grew up in. weapon & drug dealings, interrogations, violence around every corner. a brutal way of living, no place to raise two children.

implied abuse tw // their father was not kind, or merciful - and ducky was a runt compared to mercy, small and sensitive and kinder than his brother. weak, and filled with softness, with big brown eyes and a smile that should’ve been able to melt ice - but it didn’t. and it never did.

he cried often, and was punished often for it until he learned to stop crying - at least in front of their father, and mercy too, at some point. only in the comfort of his room, with doors locked and blinds drawn closed. implied abuse end of tw

he dreamed, too, dreamt often. he’d been obsessed with outer space since childhood, as long as he could remember. school had once shown man landing on the moon, and ducky wanted that. wanted to be that, wanted to be there, up with the stars, discovering the unthinkable.

abuse mention // but it was discouraged, heavily so - projects destroyed by an angry fist only to be reconstructed to the best of ducky’s ability, with mercy’s help, all throughout the night. he’d saved up for a telescope when he was thirteen, but it’d been destroyed almost immediately when discovered. not a day went by that their father didn’t tell ducky that he was, first and foremost, stupid - and would always be. end of abuse mention

to the point where he stopped trying, simply. he never graduated high school.

abuse mention // anxiety mention // anyways … at the age of fifteen, he’d have enough. he was sick of the abuse, the pain - the crying behind closed doors, the sneaking around, the constant feeling of needing to escape, impending doom, anxiety attacks in the shower and in school bathrooms and at the back of the bus where nobody sat besides him because he was - that boy, the son of that man, the brother of that brute. he’d been a teenager and he’d already been an outcast by all means - an outcast in his family, no matter how hard he tried to appease vinny, and an outsider everywhere else.

the plan took months of preparation, paper ripped out from the back of his school notebook and stuffed beneath his mattress, details of his escape from a checklist of essential items to makeshift maps of bus routes to different cities.

all for nothing, the moment vinny discovered it, the edge of a map sticking out after a rushed morning.

heavy abuse tw // violence tw // it’d been the same day he’d gotten the nickname - ducky - the way the wound wrapped below his mouth, and the way it’d begun to heal - puckered, at first, like a duck’s bill. a better name than eyepatch, at the very least. the scar’d run from the arch of his left brow, across his eye, down his cheek, and below his lip. his eye sustained injury, and not allowed to see a doctor about it, it never healed properly.

eye injury // corneal scarring, impairing his left eye. astronaut dreams destroyed, but not in a matter of seconds. in the matter of an hour, maybe more - and that’d been much, much worse.

he stopped trying to run away after that. tried to be more like their father, more like mercy - more brutish, less feeling. spoke less, and less. spoke hardly at all, unless spoken to first.

still didn’t matter. still lived his days in fear, still knew it’d never change. nothing would ever change.

the mercer brothers have been floating around the north carolina scene for ~5ish years now, trailing after their father who is consistently chasing after their mother with no luck. they’re currently residing in palm motel. can we get a hell yeah?

personality & facts.

he’s actually very? intimidating? when you first meet him. mercy’s younger brother, with a criminal’s record almost as long as his - a scarred face and a mean resting face. it takes at least five minutes of conversation beyond small talk before it starts to weigh on your mind that maybe, he’s not as bad as he seems.

and - well, he isn’t. but he’s guarded - so guarded. more-so than mercy, because mercy’s quicker to anger, quicker to react, and ducky tries so hard to drown out the noise. but he’s not a robot, and his facial expressions can give him away in a second.

he’s seen what happened when mercy had a glimpse of something good in his life (though, it wasn’t actually good at all - mercy had someone, at least. at the very least) - and how quickly it’d all fallen, and so ducky puts a barrier between him and others. distant, as much as he can be.

it hurts, because ducky isn’t by any means antisocial. he doesn’t hate people - he wants to be normal, wants to have friends and a girlfriend - or maybe even a boyfriend, god - but he’s so afraid. ducky is, by nature, a very scared person. terrified to his very core. he knows there is always eyes on him, and mercy too, and he knows that nothing is worth getting someone else hurt.

you know him as mercy’s little brother, and he’s quiet you know that - but his name is ducky, and you think - he’s not too bad. and he knows this, knows the doubts. knows that it’ll get back to mercy, eventually, that his brother is nothing more but a pussy. so he fights more than he’d like to, against the guilt that buries itself deep within his chest with every thrown fist. he throws up, afterwards, in the garbage can outside. too much to drink, he says, rare grin - because grins are convincing, and grins with bleeding gums are intimidating. he learned that from his brother.

violence makes him sick to his very stomach. he can’t watch horror films, or even action films, without feeling queasy. there’s been more times than he can count where he’d thrown up after a fight, or after an interrogation, usually in private but in the occasional presence of mercy.

they fight, a lot, sometimes - ducky’s too soft, too weak, and it’s bad and it’s terrible and ducky knows that mercy’s afraid. for him, of their father, and his wraith. ducky knows that if mercy isn’t hard on him now, their father will be on him harder. still. there’s resentment, small but there, like the flame of a match. he doesn’t know what’ll happen when there’s nothing more to burn, but he doesn’t want to find out. he’s afraid to find out.

he’s still in love with the moon and the stars, and the planet’s - and their moons, too. its subdued, now, though. a silent passion - one that is often not watered, left for rot. he sneaks into engineering lectures at the community college, occasionally, or physics, or whatever peeks the small curiosity inside of him.

commits small acts of kindness when nobody looks. doors held open, the meals of elderly folk eating alone suddenly paid. picks up litter besides trash bins, and always cooks extra than what he needs and leaves the rest for mercy. it’s these small things that make him feel, just the slightest, better about himself.

because god - there are layers and layers of self-loathing. it’s a labyrinth, and he’d never speak of it - but he can’t stand his own reflection. doesn’t keep photos of his family, only a few sparingly of mercy.

a liar, sad to say. has little experience with. ehem. intimacy, and the bodies of others, but lies often and says that he does. mostly to his brother, but word travels quick - and he’s not nearly as much as a fuckboy as is rumored, having only been with a handful of girls, if even that. it’s better this way - if people know that he throws others away like they’re nothing.

he ghosts often, too, if he does get to talking with anybody. the moment ducky feels a spark, something pulling at his poor heart, he ghosts. he develops feelings too easily, too often than he’d like. has left many friendships without explanation, because of this. you know the priest in fleabag season 2? the scene where he comes to fleabag’s house? yeah. tht’s ducky!

has maybe half the amount of clients that mercy does, but he’s working on it.

pretends he doesn’t care as much as he does. pretends a lot, like there’s nothing soft to him. but a trained eye can see clearly through this. even so - even if you can see that there’s more to ducky than violence and drug deals - you’d still have to break through a dozen walls.

in the rare occasion you get him talking - i mean, talking a lot - he’ll talk about space. ramble off a dozen useless facts about dwarf stars and black holes and all of jupiter’s moons. about a video game he likes, about nothing and everything at all. but as soon as he begins, he stops - embarrassed. apologizes, shuts his mouth, disappears to wherever. anywhere but there.

drug abuse // has a. complicated relationship with benzos n xanax n a various assortment of painkillers. ironic bc he hates drugs due to. his chosen career n wldnt do most of what they sell, bt yknow. this ws inevitable. hates beer bt forces himself 2 drink it bc toxic masculinity probably man idk.

overall just … he’s a soft boy, with a big heart - bigger than anybody else in his family, that’s for sure, but his exterior is far different than that, and it’s hard to tell.

violence mention // purposely loses fights so that he doesn’t have to severely hurt someone. because sometimes he just - he was raised in a violent environment, and sometimes he snaps. sometimes ducky just fucking snaps. and his vision goes red, and he can’t control himself - because need to survive kicks in, and violence is all he knows. if someone pushes ducky - pushes him enough, he breaks. he fights back. it’s all he knows. it’s all he knows. it’s all he knows, and that’s not an excuse - and he knows this, and god, he’s so tired. he is so. tired.

wanted plots.

u look good tonight ... ;; wld love a connection in which he is feeling emotionally compromised n maybe kinda hs a thing w someone bt hes like. very unreliable n kinda ghosting bc he is very afraid n it wld b maybe bad fr them to b anything other than hook ups. cld apply to smth very intensive or smth very surface lvl i’ll take thousands.

palms sweaty ... moms spaghetti ... ;; ppl tht ducky just hs fkn brawled. cld b anybody fr any reason. ducky prob lost n he prob lost on purpose bt also ur muse cld maybe kick ducky’s ass? cld b a fake fight cld b a real fight. cld b a npc fight n then ur muse cn patch up ducky? possibilities endless. maybe they hv a nice spaghetti dinner n both of them r both bruised up frm their fight. sometimes fights end in spaghetti dinners. thanks eminnem or whatever.

own worse enemy... ;; ducky needs friends bt hes bad at making friends n sometimes he fks shit up by pushing ppl away n self sabotaging n being a major cunt n sometimes he just ghosts bt hes always very remorseful abt it? this cld b a very like. up n down friendship of any type its just. where do they stand. r they friends. r they enemies. r they lovers? probably not lovers. prob just platonic. but still its the thought tht counts.

and also ;; literally just like. anything. clients who buy off of him n like. casual friends n casual enemies n casual hookups. ppl hes ghosted. ppl hes embarrassed himself in front of. maybe ur muse tries to get ducky to socialize or maybe ducky is like. u are too much fr me. n ur muse runs off crying. endless possibilities all u hv to do is call this number now.

#abuse tw #violence tw #drug abuse tw #gangs mention #eye injury tw #irvingintro #( ducky mercer. ) about. / ice boy.#sighs sm #also sry fr hw embarrasingly late this is #did i even spell tht rigth? no #did i spell tht one right? bno.#fuck.

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alliswyattonthewesternfront · 2 years ago

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Cooking with Vinny resumed this weekend with his recipe for rich biscuits.

the dough recipe was very executable for a Price recipe, and the dough itself cooks out beautifully.

however, as you can see, my results are ugly lol. anything that involves fruit i will always overstuff, that is the wyatt guarantee!! and i can't tie dough for shit apparently. but both results were incredibly delicious, and i can't fucking wait to make the honey buns. overall feeling very pleased.

#cooking with vinny p #a treasury of great recipes #cheese knots #fruit turnovers #rich biscuits #i will never make anything pretty but i WILL mostly make things that taste delicious

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 1 year ago

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Vincent Price and his wife, Mary Grant Price at a Dodgers game in 1964 🖤

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beautifulchaostrash · 4 years ago

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Hi! could I get some fluff with Lester Sinclair and a female S/O? like a date, they go to the woods to search for animal bones and other cool stuff that can be found in the forest and at some point they get lost because they were too distracted being adorable? thank you so much!!!💞💞💞💞 love ya! hope you're doing well💞

A Paisley Afternoon

Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

SFW, mentions of abuse, swearing

Word count: 4,884

assasdjhajfsgawgeu you are SO sweet! QwQ I hope you’re doing good as well!

Quick disclaimer: I have not seen the House of Wax, and I haven’t really written for the Sinclair brothers that much, so if their characterization seems off plz let me know! This was hella fun to write and I’m super glad you requested this! (I’m also lowkey simping for Lester Sinclair, what have u done to me)

I know u asked for fluff and while this mostly is, I made the ending kinda angsty cause I can’t help myself...T-T but it has a happy ending tho

cut because this is a loooong ass fic

“S-so uh, Y/N! V-Vinnie asked me to uh, go get some stuff from the forest, ya know, for his artstuffs? And uh, ‘was wonderin’ if you wanted to come with, since yer a big fan of nature and stuff, heh. I-if you don’t that’s ok I understand I-”

You silenced his nervous rambling with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’d love to! Could we make it a picnic? I don’t get to cook for you often,” you hummed.

Lester blushed a deep red. “Y-yeah if you wanna, I’d love that...uh, m-meet you at our usual spot? Four pm?”

“I’ll see you then!” You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before turning to go back into the house.

He gawked for a minute before jogging down the porch steps, stammering his goodbyes. He drove off as if he had gotten de-pantsed during gym class and was retreating to hide out his shame in the locker room.

...

He would never call this a date. Not in a million years. After all ‘Dates are s'posed to be nice and fancy, and if there’s one thing I ain’t it’s that!’. Lester’s self-deprecating humor came back in your mind as you sat on the edge of the boarded-up well. The well served as your go-to meet spot for these kinds of outings.

Even though you had both been dating for years, Lester always treated every date as if it were his first. As if he couldn't believe that you wanted to spend time with him. It broke your heart to think about, but it was sweet in away.

Every time he came up with an excuse. ‘Bo wants me out of the house for the evening'...'We need more parts for the House of Wax, and I need some help'... 'You’ve spent a lot of time inside lately, you should go on a walk'! And I’ll come with to protect you in case people come by.’ But you knew better.

You knew that Lester was too nervous to ask you outright. You’re snapped out of your daydream by the slam of a car door. Looking up to see Lester jogging towards you, Jonsey following close behind.

“S-sorry I’m late! Lost track of ti-...Y/N! How many times have I told you not to sit on that well!?!” he picked up his pace, sprinting to where you sat.

You sheepishly stood up, not noticing that you had been leaning on it in the first place.

“Sorry sweetheart, guess I jus’ got tired,”

He pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled away to check your body for injuries. He was like a flustered mother goose, almost.

“That well is ancient, why it-it was 'prolly here before Bo and Vinnie were even born! If you p-put too much weight on it, it could-”

“Collapse and I could get hurt, I know, I know. Gah! You worry too much darling,” You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss into the bridge of his nose.

He stood back and put his hands on his hips, eyeing you up and down.

“Why I oughta-” He wagged a finger in your direction.

“What? You oughta what? What’re you gonna do huh?” you smirked and leaned into him, tilting your head.

“I oughta…” He trailed off at your sudden challenge, blushing hard.

His eyes widened and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

“I oughta kiss you, fer being so reckless!” He crossed his arms.

You giggled and put a hand over your forehead. “Oh no! What a tragedy! Forced to kiss the most handsome man in the world! Whatever shall I do???”

You sank to the ground and leaned against Jonsey, putting a hand to your forehead. Lester looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Aww shucks!” He muttered.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around his waist and ghosting your lips against his. Lester pressed his hands against your waist and closed the distance between you two. You stayed connected for a moment, savoring the tangy taste of sweat and dirt on your tongue. You only broke away when you heard Jonesy snuffling around in the picnic basket you brought with. After shooing her away from your food, Lester went back to his truck to gather his bag, and you were both on your way.

You and Lester walked through the forest, taking your time to pick your way for the undergrowth. Even though you both did this often, and usually traveled the same path each time, you never failed to find stuff.

Jonesy, not learning her lesson from the last time, went after a badger and got her ass kicked again. Leading to a very angry rant from Lester, even though she couldn’t understand what she was saying.

Even though you were looking for animal bones, anything was game. From discarded beer cans to cool looking rocks, weird plants, whatever you managed to find.

You both stopped in a small clearing, the trees were sparser here and the grass a bit taller. A perfect place for treasures to hide. Lester beamed, moving to start sifting through the vegetation. You set your basket down nearby and followed suit, hiking up your pant legs to avoid the mud.

A few minutes and a couple of oddly shaped rocks later, Lester called out to you. He showed off a very excellent stick, that was a bit shorter than him and looked thick and sturdy. He handed it to you, proclaiming that it was going to be your 'wizard staff'.

“Wizard staff?” you chuckled, grabbing the stick from his hands.

“Why yes! You are the most magical person I’ve met! You’ve got to be some sort of powerful enchantress! Sein' as you’ve put a spell on my heart~” he smiled and grabbed you by the waist, leaning down to kiss you.

You gasped when he pulled away, blushing at his cheesy comments. You sure as shit weren’t gonna let him get away with it without firing back with some of your own.

“That’s funny, seeing as you’re the one who’s charmed me~” you whispered in his ear, your breath hot on his sensitive skin.

You spun around and stooped down to pick through the grass, ignoring his flustered gaping. He smiled and kneeled next to you in the dirt, enjoying the silence of the forest.

You both trek on for another hour or so, before finding a level area near a creek to collapse and have lunch. You made quick work, unfurling the blanket and setting out the food. You tossed a few treats towards Jonsey to make sure your meal wouldn't get sacrificed.

You fell onto the ground with a thud, letting your aching muscles relax. Even though it wasn't hot out, the humidity made doing anything outside torture. You don't know how Lester managed to do it every day.

“You need to eat, here d-drink some water,” he pushed a canteen into your hands along with a sandwich.

“Water?” Taking a swig from the canteen, you smirked. “Why, I think you have more than quenched my thirst, gorgeous~”

Lester went red from ear to ear as he realized that you were ogling his backside while he rummaged around in his bag. He flushed and sat down next to you, suddenly very invested in the ham sandwich in front of him. You finished your sandwich and leaned against his shoulder. Lester blushed and started stammering. You silence him with a kiss, one hand moving to cup his cheek, the other moving to his chest.

He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. His lips slid against yours, chapped and sweaty, and tasting faintly of blood. It was more than gross, it was ghastly, repulsive even, and yet so so addicting. Every time you think you get enough of him he leaves you yearning for more. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought him to be a succubus or some kind of land-dwelling siren.

But nope, it was just Lester. Lester bringing you gifts in the form of wildflowers, pretty rocks, and books. Lester giving you full-throated, heartfelt praise and sappy comments. Lester giving you more passion and love and charm in one smile than anyone else could give you in a lifetime. Bo may be a smooth-talking seducer, but Lester? Lester was straight up husband material, and it made your heart melt.

And it made other things melt as well, you realized as you were craving more of him. You opened your mouth slightly, pushing your tongue on his lips to savor more of that sickly sweet taste. He obliged you, parting his lips to brush your tongues together. Straddling his waist, you press your body against his, leveraging a more intimate kiss.

He gave out a small groan, which only spurned you on further. Your hand reached down to pull at the hem of his shirt, when his rough hands gripped your hips and pulled you off of him.

“Not in front of Jonesy!” he hissed into your ear.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the notion.

“Jonsey? Babe, she’s just a dog she doesn’t care what we’re doin’, she doesn’t even understand what sex is!”

He puffed up , a bit offended by your words. “She is not jus’ a dog, she is an innocent creature and does not deserve to be exposed to that kind o’ stuff!”

You snickered again, conceding defeat. “Alright alright, but you owe me, mister,” you teased.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head as you snuggled into his side.

“Don’ worry bout a thing darlin’, I always pay my debts,”

You both relaxed, exchanging kisses and occasionally commenting about work, or the weather. After a while, you both decided it was time to move on, and you packed up camp.

As you stopped to refill the canteens from the creek, your eye noticed something odd in the water.

Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a very smooth rock. You, of course, fished it out to take home with you. Only then did you realize what about it that had caught your eye in the first place. The rock itself was a dark color, flat, and about the same circumference as a small wine bottle. Right smack in the middle of the rock was a hole going clear through to the other side.

Your jaw dropped. It was a hag stone. You had heard of them before but had never expected to ever find one naturally occurring. They were ridiculously rare and only formed under specific circumstances. Even though it seemed to be a bit silly, you mentally thanked the forest and the creek for giving you such a gift. “Lester!” you called out. “Come look at what I found!”

You ran over to him and dropped the stone into his palm. His eyes widened, his fingers running over the smooth surface, tracing the round hole.

“You found this in th’ creek?” he held the stone up to his face and peered through the hole curiously.

“Yeah! It was just sitting there,”

“Well I’ll be, I never seen anything like it!”

“They’re called Hag Stones! It's rumored they hold powerful magic, since they're only created through natural means,”

Lester hummed and pushed the stone back into your hands.

“That’s a real hell of a find y/n!” He smiled.

You palmed the rock, thinking for a moment. An idea popped into your head.

“Say Lester do you have any rope or string?” you asked.

He nodded and went to retrieve it from his pack. It was a small bundle of thin para-cord, stolen off some unfortunate tourist.

“Perfect!” you beamed.

Taking the loose end, you compared the length to your neck to gauge it, then took a small pocket knife and cut the rope. Looping one end through the hole in the rock, then tying both ends in a secure knot. Beckoning Lester to lean down, you looped the necklace over his head, leaving it to rest on his neck . He looked down at it and smiled.

“When Hag Stones are worn around the neck like this, they make the wearer pretty much immune to curses and bad luck. It’s even said that if you look through it, you’ll be able to see into the kingdom of the Fae Folk! And because we found this one in the forest, it grants you favor with the tree spirits!” you bit your tongue and blushed, realizing how silly and hippy-dippy you sounded.

“‘Course that’s just all legend, but it is still pretty though, and I think it suits you nicely.”

Lesters’ eyes widened, and he tried to lift the stone from around his neck. “I can't! Y-you need this more than me!”

You snatched his hands from the cord and laced your fingers in his, shrugging.

“You deserve it baby, you deserve to be protected. You deserve to be happy and loved too! I’m plenty safe with you and Jonesy around. It’s your turn to be taken care of,” you leaned and pressed your forehead against his.

Reaching up, you rubbed his cheek, surprised when your hand came away wet. Looking up you saw that he was crying.

“Oh, Lester? What’s wrong sweetie?” you wiped away the streams of tears with your thumbs.

“N-nothing I just-” he closed his eyes and let out a choked sob. His hands came to rest atop yours. “No one’s ever t-told me that, that i d-deserve to be happy and s-safe!”

He burrowed his face in your shoulder and sobbed. You stood and held him there, rocking back and forth while rubbing circles on his back in through his hair. His arms gripped you tight enough to hurt, but you didn’t mind. Even as you cooed and shushed him, anger bubbled behind your soothing tone.

You were furious. Furious at his parents for treating him like he didn’t exist, at Bo for bullying him constantly, and at Vincent too. Even though Vincent wasn’t as nasty, he still brushed Lester off like a horsefly that wouldn’t leave him alone. When Lester tried to talk to him, show him something, even just say hi, Vincent would always sign the same things.

‘I’m busy,’

‘Go bother Bo,’

‘Lester please, I have a headache, be quiet,’

It made your blood boil and your vision go red. Yeah sure, Vincents’ mute and can’t eat or smile without his deformity causing him pain. Bo was treated like the devil incarnate by his parents in favor of Vincents’ artistic talent. But they had the same fucking parents. The same fucking childhood. The least they could do is treat him like something more than a piece of dirt. Some days you wondered if they even cared about him.

You snapped out of your ire when Lester pulled you into a tender kiss, lower lip still trembling slightly. You pulled back and planted kisses all over his face, on his nose, chin, eyelid, everywhere. He devolved into a fit of wet giggles, his nose crinkling as your lips tickled his handsome features. He wiped his eyes again and looked you in the eyes lovingly.

“I love you, Y/N,”

“I love you too, Lester,”

You smiled and gave him one final kiss. He beamed. Taking the stone, he held it up to his eye, peering through the hole at you.

“Well hey! Would’ya lookit that! I’ve already found myself a fairy! And a mighty cute one at that!~”

You giggled and pushed him away bashfully. “Go pack up the rest of our stuff ya goofball!”

>>>>>

Following the river, you continued to look for stuff along the winding trail. You snagged a pretty decent haul, all things considered. Animal bones and carcasses and rocks and some jewelry left behind by a camper. Nothing really out of the norm for the pair of you, and things were going great.

That is until you realize too little too late, that the sun had all but set, and left you in the dark with no idea of where you are. You tried to follow the creek down back the way you came and kept following it. And kept following it, and….

“Lester? I don’t recognize any of this…”

You hoped that Lester would put on his brave act and reassure you that yes, Y/n. He knew the woods like the back of his hand and that you would be home in no time. You did not get that.

“Yeah, me neither, I don’ know where the hell we ended up. It’s too dark for me to read my compass an’ I left the flashlights at Ambrose ‘cause I didn’t think we’d be out past dark,” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone. “Ah, damn it’s dead! Knew I shoulda charged it before I left this morning! Did you bring yours?”

The lack of panic and fear in his voice made your skin crawl. How the hell is he so calm??? And no, you didn’t bother to bring your phone with you this time, not wanting to be annoyed with phone calls from work. Lester seemed to notice your mounting panic and quickly set about comforting you.

“Y/N! Y/n, dont be upset, we’ll be ok! You got me an' Jonesy here to protect you. I’m pretty sure that this creek leads to the main road, and we can follow the road back to Ambrose. You have extra food in that basket right?”

“Uh, yeah, treats for Jonesy, some apples and an extra sandwich I think, and we have water in the canteens still,”

“Alrighty then, If worse comes to absolute worse, we’ll make camp for the night in the forest. Then I can make a fire and we’ll head out in th mornin' when it’s light out, ok? Hey…” He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna be ok.” he said with an air of finality, putting you somewhat at ease and strenghtening your resolve.

You continued to follow the creek, holding hands so you wouldn’t get separated. You walked on for what seemed like hours, but eventually, you came across the road Lester talked about. You would’ve cried out for joy if you weren't so goddamn tired. You hadn’t realized how far you went into the forest. Lester stepped out into the middle of the road and looked towards the sky, looking for something. You stepped out and looked up with him. You gasped at the sight of the sky. You had never seen so many stars in the sky before. Well, that’s a lie, Lester took you stargazing often, but it still stole your breath every time.

“Fuck” he whispered under his breath. “It’s a new moon,”

“Why’s that bad?” you asked.

“Can’t tell which way east is, ‘least not very easily,” he muttered.

He scanned the sky further, peering at it with an intense stare. Even though you were horribly, horribly lost, you were happy to be able to spend time with Lester. A little bit of impromptu stargazing was also a plus.

“Jesus, you think after a while i’d start to remember to bring the flashlights, huh? Guess you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” He chuckled.

You reached out for Lesters’ hand again, squeezing it gently. He continued to curse under his breath before giving up on whatever it was he was looking for. “Y/N, I’m really sorry this turned into such a shitshow, I-”

“It’s ok pumpkin, shit happens sometimes. The only thing we can really do is try to do better next time,”

“Yeah, I guess,”

You both stood there staring at the sky, not knowing what to do or where to go from here. So you stood, and stared at the sky, in the middle of the road, like a couple o’ crazies.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the car approaching you in the road. A door slammed, jarring you out of your stupor. You rubbed your eyes, stuggling to adjust to the birghtness of the headlights. You heard a voice call out.

“Lester? Jonesy?” it was Bo, of all people, and he seemed to be somewhat concerned for once in his goddamn life.

“Yeah we are we, just got,” Lester was cut off, the worry vanishing from Bo in an instant once he realized you guys were ok.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!? IT’S ALMOST ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND YOU GUYS SAID YOU WOULD BE BACK AT DAWN!!!” he roared. “You haven’t been answering your phone Lester, and YOU, for whatever fucking reason, decided to leave yours at home, what in the fuck happened?!?”

“We got lost,” Lester shrugged.

“Lost?” he hissed. “Fucking lost? Let me guess, asswipe didn’t bother to bring flashlights did he?” Bo asked you, sarcasm and venom dripping from his voice like sour honey.

He was about to launch into another bought of cursing, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Bo whipped around to face his twin, who signed something quickly. You couldn’t make it out in the darkness, but whatever he said, it pissed Bo off.

“Don’t you fuckin’ ‘Bo’ me, I’m tired of this lardass going ‘round ‘causin trouble!” He whipped towards you and jabbed his finger in your face. “And you! You-”

Something inside you snapped. You were exhausted, in pain, and flat out sick of everything.

“What?! I’m what Bo? I’m a worthless, good for nothin’ piece o shit? Huh? Just like your FUCKING BROTHER HUH?!?”

“Ya know what, now that you say it-” he smirked.

CRACK The air around you was still, and thick. Bo doubled over, trying to comprehend what happened. You clenched your jaw, refusing to show tears on your face, even as pain blossomed through your joints.

“Not another fucking word out of your goddamn mouth, Bo Sinclair, or so help me god I’m gonna be the one gluing your lips shut! Got it?” your voice quaked low and dangerous, and even Bo knew better than to try and talk back.

“The way you treat Lester is fucking shameful! The ONLY thing you seem to be good at is making people feel like shit, and I would fucking expect an ADULT MAN to have more emotional maturity THAN A FUCKING THREE OLD!!!” you felt your voice go shrill and high, warbling with rage.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT THAT YOU PUNCH PEOPLE ‘CAUSE YOUR DADDY DIDN'T LOVE YOU, ‘CAUSE NEWSFLASH, ASSHOLE, LESTER’S DADDY DIDN’T LOVE HIM EITHER, AND NEITHER DID HIS MOMMA!!! A detail you seem to fucking forget even though he’s YOUR FUCKING BROTHER, AND YOU SHOULD BE TREATING HIM WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU GIVE TO YOUR FUCKING PICKUP!!!

And you!”

Vincent jumped and almost fell backward when you turned to talk to him. You could see his eyes wide with fear under his waxy mask. Good. You wanted this lesson to fucking stick.

“You have less spine than your fucking wax statues! If you had even an ounce self respect, you’d grow a pair and stop putting up with Bo’s bullshit! Or at the very least, you’d stop cowering in the basement being all sad and tragic and try to be invested in what Lester is trying to say rather than blowing him off with bullshit excuses because you can’t be FUCKED to give shit!!!”

You finally let yourself pause, catching your breath. You heard Vincent shifting his weight on his feet, and felt the eye daggers Bo was stabbing you with. “You three are brothers, so fucking act like it,”

And with that, you grabbed Lester by the hand and led him to Bo’s truck. Neither Bo nor Vincent seemed to make any move to follow you. Opening the driver’s side door, you let Jonesy hop up into the back. Noticing that the keys were still in the ignition, you pulled them out and tossed them to Lester. You slid into the passenger seat and let out a silent sigh. Christ, did your head fucking hurt.

You noticed that Lester seemed a bit anxious, but you could tell that he was happy that someone stood up for him.

You looked over at the twins just in time to see Bo smack Vincent's hand away.

“DOn’t fuckin’ touch me!” he growled.

“Bo, get in the fucking truck,” you hissed.

Vincent scrambled through the driver’s side door into the backseat. You exhaled through your nose, noticing that he chose the seat opposite of where you were sitting. Bo was a little late to the party, but you savored the humiliation of him having to crawl into the backseat of his truck.

Satisfied, you leaned against the headrest of your seat, trying to steady your breaths. The purr of the engine was a welcome distraction from the tense air around you. You must’ve fallen asleep at some point because the last thing you remember was Lester carrying you to bed. He gave you a kiss, whispering a gentle ‘thank you’ before you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

BONUS:

Bo gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I cannot believe you are making me do this,” he mumbled.

“Please, Bo! I don’t wanna get yelled at again!” Vincent signed hastily.

Bo raised an eyebrow. “You really are a self absorbed prick, aren’t you?”

Vincent dropped his hands in exasperation before picking them up again. “Fine, It’s the right thing to do, and I’m a jerk just like you, now will you please-”

“Alright, alright,” Bo waved Vincents’ hands down.

He reluctantly got up from the couch and trudged up the stairs, Vincent tugging him along . Bo gently knocked on Lester’s bedroom door. Hearing a muffled ‘yes’, he opened it to see Lester standing near his dresser, putting his gear away. Y/n was fast asleep under the covers.

“She asleep?” He nodded his head towards your shape on the bed.

“Uh, yeah i think so, why?” Lester whispered.

“We need to talk,” Bo stated numbly.

“Oh...Uh, gimme a minuet,” he stuffed his pack in the wardrobe before following Bo and Vincent out into the living room.

Bo stood for a moment, shooting his twin a sour glare. He rubbed his forehead and inhaled sharply.

“I’m sorry,” he groused.

Vincent looked at him expectedly as Lester tilted his head in confusion. Bo let out a long-suffering sigh.

“I’m sorry fer always yellin’ at you and tellin’ you yer a piece a shit, ‘cause ya aren’t. I know that you don’t mean to forget things. The reason why I got so angry tonight was ‘cause I was so damn worried about you, but that’s no excuse. So, I’ll try and uh, ‘manage my emotional outbursts', his words, not mine” Bo nodded at his twin.

“What he’s trying to say is that we both care about you, and we’ve both been letting our emotions dictate how we treat you.” His hands hesitated slightly before continuing. “I...as much as would like to believe, I’m not any better than Bo just because I don’t yell at you. I’m self absorbed, and I need to be more self aware and not let myself get strung up over little things,”

Lester sniffed, wiping the tears that were forming on his eyelids. “You wax-heads, of course I know you guys care about me! Why else would you come looking for me at ‘one in the fucking morning’?” he snickered. “I do appreciate your apologies though...I know you an’ Vinnie ain’t got it easy, god knows you didn’t, I was there, but that was it. Just, there. A bystander. I can’t help but wonder if I had said or done something maybe-”

“Lester,” Bo interrupted. “What happened to me-what happened to us is not your fault, or your responsibility.”

“I figure, but the problem is I’m still a bystander now, here in Ambrose. I don’t ever take charge of anythin’, I just stand there and wait for one of you to tell me to do something. Heh...that’s not really useful, ain’t It? I want-I should be takin’ a more active role in the House of Wax, we all have our part to play, don’t we?” “You’re right, we all need to work together,” Vincent signed.

Bo rolled his eyes and huffed, shaking his head at Vincent.

“OOOKAYY, if this shit gets any sweetter im gonna have a heart attack and die!” Bo stood up to leave. “Goodnight,”

“Oh no, not so fast mister!”

Lester wrapped his arms around Bo and pulled him into a hug. Vincent was quick to hug him from behind, pinning Bo between him and Lester.

“Alrighty, I love you too...ok that’s enough you can let me go

now...guys?....Helloooo?”

“We're not lettin' go 'til you hug back~,” Lester sang out.

Vincent rested his head on Bo’s shoulder in place of making a sarcastic remark. Bo grumbled, throwing his arms around Lester, who in turn, squeezed Bo tighter.

“Hey! A Sinclair Sandwich! Ain’t had one of these in a long time,” Lester giggled.

“Happy now?” Bo muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

Bo relaxed a little, allowing himself to sink into the physical affection. Vincent hummed happily in response, and Lester nuzzled into Bo’s other shoulder. Bo closed his eyes, and for a fleeting moment, believed that he was going to be okay.

-Mod Elith

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Chris Zapata-Cute Alphabet

I can’t be stopped! This is for Manny’s character from the underrated hot mess movie “Undrafted”!

*gif not mine*

Affection : What are those little things they do to show you that they love you?

Chris is all about physicality; he’s always touching you, holding you, pressing soft kisses to your head and the back of your hand. He also sends you texts throughout the day, just little messages that let you know he’s thinking about you. You especially love it when he sends you texts while he’s in a game. “You look so pretty in the sun, baby” “Did you see Murray trip over home? That’s how I fell for you”

Birthday : What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?

He takes you wherever you want to go—movies, dinner, his place—wherever. He’ll even wear a suit and tie if the occasion calls for it. Chris makes sure your birthday is the best day for you, doing whatever he can to make it special for you. He’s not the best at gift giving, but he’s really good at surprising you with special, loving dates and showering you with attention.

For his birthday, Chris wants one thing: you. He wants to have 24 uninterrupted hours of you-time. Anything extra you do for him is just a bonus.

Cuddles : Do they like to cuddle? Big spoon? Little spoon?

Oh, he LOVES to cuddle! He loves being the big spoon or having you on his lap with your head buried in his neck as he kisses on you, his arms keeping you close. He also likes falling asleep with his head on your lap. After a bad game or a rough day, he’ll be the little spoon; he likes when you rub his back or kiss him when he’s being the little spoon…he’s so cute.

Dating : What are they like on their first date? And those after that?

He was nervous, but he tried to play it cool. He made a lot of jokes and did that low chuckle thing he does, and after he dropped you off at your place, he did a little dance outside of his car…which you saw and never let him forget. After that, he’s much more in the open about his feelings, and he’s more relaxed on your dates.

Evolution : How fast does your relationship evolves? Weeks, months, years?

Pretty fast: once Chris realizes that he has feelings for you, he’s 100% dedicated. He had his share of flings, but he knew you were different, and he was determined to keep you. The longest part of your relationship were the weeks before he asked you out, he spent days hyping himself up, talking to himself in the mirror and doing roleplaying with a reluctant Maz and in all-too into it Vinny. After that, Chris pretty much lets things run their course. He falls in love with you fast, and he’s not at all concerned with slowing himself down. He trusts his feelings for you, and he knows that you’re the one he wants—so he goes with it.

Flirting : Do they flirt a lot?

Chris speaks three languages: English, Spanish, and flirting. He was a big flirt before you started dating, and he continues to flirt with you once you’re dating. Chris is going to flirt with you until he’s on his death bed…and maybe even after that.

Generosity : When they’re with you, is it about you or about them?

You. Chris wants to make you as happy as you make him, and he’ll do anything to make you happy. He’ll spare nothing—not time, not money, nothing if it means it’ll make you feel loved and appreciated. It’s not that he’s rich or that he has it like that, but Chris does what he can to provide for you in all ways.

Honey : Do they use pet names? What’s their favourite for you and for themselves?

Once you start dating, your name is “baby”. That’s it. It’s law. Chris is calling you all the pet names, shamelessly. He’s so sweet, it makes his teammates sick sometimes. He’s particularly fond of calling you “baby”, “sweetheart”, “mi Tesoro” or “mi amor”.

He likes when you call him “baby”; he loves being your baby. He also likes when you call him “Zap”, oddly enough.

Isolation : How do they react when they are away from you?

He whines. He blows your phone up with texts and sends you lovely dovey memes, and sometimes he’ll even Facetime you several times a day. Chris will try to distract himself when he can, but even the guys know that it’ll only be a matter of time before he’ll be sighing heavily. “I miss my baby…” He pouts a bit—okay, a lot. He pouts a lot.

Jealousy : Are they jealous? How do they react if you are jealous?

Chris doesn’t get jealous as much as he gets possessive. You’re his, and he has no problem making that known to anyone who needs a reminder. He doesn’t bother making a show of his status as your man, he’ll straight up ask the other guy what he’s looking at. “She’s taken, homie, move along.” He also isn’t afraid to throw hands if he needs to

When you get jealous, Chris tries not to let you see how cute he thinks it is. He loves how angry you get because of other girls staring or flirting with him, and he can’t help but chuckle as he throws an arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheeks. “It’s all good, baby, c’mon, let’s go…”

Kisses : Lots of them? Peppering ones? Languid ones?… What about your first kiss?

ALL of them. Chris kisses you every time he sees you, and he likes dropping kisses to your forehead, or the back of your hand, or your shoulders… He just loves kissing you. The slow kisses are the best, you can feel his smirk against your lips, and he gives that low chuckle when his tongue slips into your mouth, making your knees weak. While he kisses you, Chris is also touching you—sometimes it’s a soft caress of your face, others it’s his hand on your ass… you never know what you’re gonna get with him.

He was nervous when he first kissed you, so he was especially gentle. He held you close, one hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck and looked into your eyes as he leaned down. When his lips touched yours, you couldn’t help but swoon a little bit with how soft they were. He smiled the whole time.

Light up : What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?

He sits with you and listens, his arm around you, as you talk about what bothered you. Once you’ve gotten it all out, he picks you up and plucks you on his lap. “You wanna know some of the things I love about you, sweetheart?” And then he’ll start listing things, making you forget everything as he tells you all the things he adores about you… it’s a long list.

When he’s in a mood, you provide him with lots of hugs and kisses. If he lost a game, you baby him a bit and let him lay all over you until he feels better. He also responds well to food, so you cook something for him, and that usually helps him lighten up.

Mommy : How do they react to parenthood?

Chris is so excited—he’s nervous, of course, to be a father, but he’s so happy to be starting a family with you. As soon as you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s buying baby clothes and furniture and forbidding you from doing strenuous activities (sex, he decides, does not count as “strenuous”). He reads all kinds of parenting books and follows like 15 different Mommy blogs online. He’s going to be a doting father—and yes, he’s planning on having more children with you.

Nurse : How do they take care of you when you’re sick? How do they behave when they are sick?

Chris hovers a lot. He knows you need to rest, but he doesn’t want to be away from you, so he hovers. He gets everything, probably spending too much, but he doesn’t want to be out and about too much, so he stocks up. He 100% is still kissing on you, and he 100% is getting sick with you.

When he’s sick, Chris wants your attention and he wants you near. He wants to be cuddled up with you, wants your lips on his, and wants to sleep with you in his arms… you’re definitely getting sick, but you can’t say no to him.

Objects : Are there any object, song, place that have a particular meaning for them or for the two of you as a couple?

The dugout is where he first sees you, you’re in the crowd, and as soon as his eyes land on you, Chris is breathless. The stands are where he first spoke to you and first made you laugh, so that’s an important place to him, too. “Birthday Sex” by Jeremih is the first song the two of you danced together too, and every time he hears it, Chris gets… excited thinking about you. And his red hat, his D-Backs hat, you wear it every now and again, and it’s like his two favorite things are fused together, and it makes Chris crazy.

Partners : Are they looking for flings, one-night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you?

Chris wasn’t looking for anything when you came into his life, but from the moment he saw you, he knew you were special. It was love at first sight for him—which he didn’t even know existed. Usually, Chris would describe himself as a permanent bachelor, but with you… he was hooked from the get. Your beauty caught his eye at first, but it was your laugh, your sense of humor, your values, your personality that made him fall for you. You’re something special, and he knows it, so Chris is ready and willing to do anything for you.

Quarrels : How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you need to do to make them forgive you?

Chris is a yeller in most arguments, but he tries not to yell at you. He finds it disrespectful. So he gets quiet, giving you the silent treatment until he calms down. But he makes sure to never go to sleep angry with you—he always works to resolve things the best he can before you both go to bed.

When you’re mad at him, Chris gives you your space, even though he wants nothing more than to be with you. Once you’ve calmed down, he makes sure to do all the things you like, and he’s quick to bring you flowers or candy. Plus he always makes it up to you in other ways, too… (wink wink)

All you have to do to get Chris to forgive you is sit on his lap. He can’t remember why he was upset when you’re touching him, and he will happily let you kiss up on him to make things up to him.

Rings : How do they propose? The wedding? The honeymoon?

He proposes in private, after a romantic dinner. He gets you a humble, but beautiful ring, and when he gets down on one knee, there’s nothing but love in his dark eyes.

The wedding is big—his parents pay for everything, and you and Chris are basically just there to say “I do”, which is fine with both of you. He makes sure you get the perfect dress, perfect location, perfect cake—it’s a perfect day overall.

Wooh… Chris takes you to a beautiful resort in Mexico, and your room is right on the beach. He holds you in his arms as the sun comes up, and he makes sure to show you just how much he adores you, and how happy he is that you’re his wife.

Secrets : Do they keep secrets from you and how do they react when they learn that you’ve been hiding something from them?

Chris tells you everything, so when he finds out you’ve been keeping a secret from him, he’s hurt. He doesn’t speak to you for a few days, but he does text you “I love you” every morning and night. It takes him a while to see things from your perspective, but even when he does, he’s still a little hurt by it. Eventually, he forgives you, but it does take some time, and he makes you promise not to keep anything from him again.

Tease : Do they like to tease you? How much humour is there in your relationship?

Chris’ middle name is “tease”. He’s a grade-A tease; knowing just how to make you squirm with a simple smirk or a soft touch or a whisper. He makes you laugh a lot, there’s a lot of humor in your relationship, and there always had been.

U-turns : What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way (what makes them confess their feelings or scares them off)?

Chris isn’t sure if your family will like him, so when he first meets them, he’s more nervous than you’d ever seen him. But once he meets them, and sees how quickly they accept him, he relaxes.

As far as confessing his feelings, Chris is pretty open about all of that, so that, at least, comes to him easily.

Voicing : How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time?

Chris finds it very easy to voice his feelings, and he tries to encourage you to feel the same way. He’s very open with you, and that openness makes it easier for you to be open with him.

He tells you he loves you for the first time after a date. He’s holding you, smiling down at you and feeling his heart flip in his chest when he says “I love you”, and he means it with every part of him. He isn’t concerned with you saying it back—he wants you to, of course, but he just can’t keep his feelings contained; he has to tell you. And when you smile and say those three words back, he can’t keep his hands off of you.

Waking up : What is it like to wake up by their side?

Chris is a cuddler, so when you wake up, you’re always in his arms. Sometimes he smiles in his sleep, which is adorable, and he kisses you when he’s half-asleep. Once he’s up, he’s up, so Chris is usually the one to wake you up with lots of kisses and whispers.

“Time to get up, beautiful…”

Yielding : What do you have to do to convince them to do what you want?

Not much. All you really have to do is kiss him or hug him, and Chris is down to do whatever you want. But if you really want to get him to do something, a fiery kiss is enough to get him going.

Zoo : Could they have a pet with you? What kind of pet?

Chris is a dog person, he wants to have a big, boisterous dog to play with and protect you when he’s not there. He wouldn’t mind other pets, but the dog would be like his baby, he’d spoil it almost as much as he spoils you.

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