#don't touch my Vinnie

[michanvalentine]

Things about Vincent Valentine that I read around and piss me off. Vol.3

"Vincent is boring, doesn't talk and does nothing but mope around."

EXCUSE ME?!?! Seriously, I think this is the worst. I understand that not everyone may like a character, and rightly so, but this type of comment often denotes a lack of in-depth analysis of the character. Or even a lack of simple understanding. And since I now feel like Vincent Valentine's defense lawyer, I think I will continue my speech, your honor! Personally I don't find it boring at all, quite the contrary. Vincent Valentine is a mysterious character. Even now, years after the release of DoC, we discuss, question and fantasize about the thousand things that are still unclear about him. And with the release of Rebirth the questions and doubts have only increased, although the character has clearly been expanded in his characterization. The roots of his story run deep into the heart of FFVII's plot, where it all began, and Vincent Valentine boasts strong connections to characters like Hojo, Lucrecia, and Sephiroth himself. Not to mention the Turks and Shinra. This alone should arouse interest, even just to understand how the character of Vincent Valentine can enrich the game's plot and the characters he interacts with. Furthermore, Vincent Valentine has the superpower of being unintentionally comical, starting from his inability with modern technology. His serious, dark, cold and stoic nature sometimes clashes so much with the context or with the characters around him that it almost makes him seem ridiculous. And that's something I find funny. As well as all the interactions he can have with characters who are markedly more exuberant/cheerful than him, such as Yuffie, Cid or Barret. But ok, tastes are tastes, there's no arguing about that. For me Vincent is far from boring, but I can understand that for some he is. What I can't stand is thinking of him as a person who does nothing but "mope around".

Apart from the fact that Vincent Valentine is a righteous person who cares about his friends and is always there to support them in his own way. And as much as he tries to stay away from everything and everyone, he can never resist when it comes to helping someone. We saw this in AC when he promptly saves Cloud from Kadaj, Loz, and Yazoo. We saw him in DoC, when he shielded Reeve or Yuffie on several occasions. We even saw him in Rebirth, when he shielded Tifa or rushed to support Cloud during the Queen Blood quest. Let's say that the role of bodyguard is still powerful in him! But I really can't read that his flaw is being silent. Or that he dwells too much on the past and mopes around. My eyes bleed when I read these comments. I'll make a quick list why Vincent Valentine can't be a cheerful and jovial person who gets along with everyone:

He is heartbroken. The love of his life left him like this, from one moment to the next, and without a valid reason. Not for him, at least.

Lucrecia chose Hojo. Of all people. This is a great blow to his self-esteem, not because Hojo is a toad but because he is a person with an abominable soul.

He's been killed. But then he rose again. And already here there is something very wrong.

The experiments that brought him back to life were not exactly a walk in the park. And if we think of Hojo, only abominable scenarios like him can come to mind.

He is a monster. Inside him he has four uncontrollable and angry entities that he has to live with night and day every day.

The world outside could welcome him with torches and pitchforks.

He lost thirty years of his life and found himself in a world he no longer knows, people, places, technology. Everything changed.

He is immortal. This means that he will see all the people he loves die, one after the other, inevitably. Over and over.

The woman he loves lies in a crystal, eternally unattainable.

One of the entities he harbors within himself is Chaos, a primordial god of death who will cause the end of the world.

His long-term life prospect is to witness the end of all life. Only to be left behind on a dying planet. Alone.

And maybe I even forgot to consider some other aspects! Just to put it all in perspective: we ordinary people complain about our cuticles or because it's raining or because there's a test at school. Or for any other triviality. And we are often in a bad mood simply because we are. Vincent Valentine has been through hell. He literally died and then came back to life. I think this abberation alone would be enough to drive anyone crazy. And then he spent almost thirty years alone in the basement of the Shinra Mansion, when isolation is considered a form of torture for us human beings. And this too would drive anyone mad. Death is a liberation, which was denied to him in exchange for a new, damned existence made of nightmares, demons, regrets, remorse, etc. And in the future for him there is nothing, only death and destruction. No love, no family, only ephemeral bonds, destined to be lost over time. No wonder he's afraid to let people get close. There is no hope for Vincent Valentine, only a dark destiny awaits him. With such a rosy outlook it would almost be unnecessary to remember that people who lose a limb or are disfigured suffer psychological damage that requires years of therapy, so we can only imagine how Vincent Valentine rebuilt his self. Alone, in the dark. After being dissected on an operating table, genetically manipulated and put back together in a way he wasn't. Life, dignity, humanity, all stripped away. Nonetheless, Vincent Valentine got back on his feet. Also thanks to the help of the right people at the right time, of course, but after everything he has been through, reacting is not something to be taken for granted. Indeed, not only did he remain a "functioning" person but he also managed to retain his big heart and his strong sensitivity. Vincent Valentine is a person with incredible resilience, who managed to draw from trauma and suffering the strength necessary to put himself at the service of good. To protect instead of destroy, when he could simply drown his conscience and his pain in the beast's rage and let it be. Only a great man can do this.

So leave him alone. He has every right and reason to be depressed or to remain silent without being judged for it. The guy is already doing a great job.

[birchbow]

do you have voiceclaims for any of your OCs?

I wish! I can describe how I'd want their voices to sound but I'm not a very auditory person and I don't usually stop to think about whether X person could work for any of my characters, so no specifics come to mind--at least not for fan OCs. I've also poisoned the well at least a little by recording my own podfic of several chapters, which does mean half the time all I can imagine is my own voice, which doesn't help anything lol.

[pamesjatterson]

how my mom feels after assuming I feel some kind of way then getting mad about her own incorrect assumption

[narcissistshandler]

Plspls do another vinny , Jay and joker fic

Your depriving us of a good smut

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦

pairing. vinny hong / jay jo / joker x reader

warnings. top!reader, amab!reader, blowjob (reader receiving), deepthroat attempts, reader has a big dick (on vinny's part), frottage, virgin!jay, caught-in-the-act kink (mentioned only), semi-public sex, anal sex, possessiveness

a/n. Me? Depriving you guys of smut? Never

Vinny Hong

Your relationship with Vinny is one of the slowest, you need to persist in not giving up halfway when he puts a wall between you. And even when you break down those barriers, there's still more on the other side. He's all for kissing, at first policing your touches and your hands that travel further and further. Vinny is hungry for this, there’s no masking the way he melts against you when your lips meet, but he’s equally scared by that fact. It takes calm to move forward with him — the first and only time you cornered him and let him feel how excited he made you just by kissing, he kicked you, even though he was just as hard. It was instinct and purely your fault, he said.

So it's an unhurried progression; you reassure him by giving, without expecting anything in return. And when Vinny finally feels comfortable enough to see you naked, he simply stops, making no move to continue the blowjob he was going to give you. Your cock is inches from his face, which you’re not sure if is blushing or pale. The head is red and dripping, twitching just in anticipation of being in his mouth.

"What happened?" You ask, already out of breath even though you've barely started, arms resting on the wall in front of you, the wait killing you. But you learned to have the patience of a Buddha, push too hard and Vinny would run away.

“Why the fuck are you so big?” Vinny throws back, glancing at your cock with an attention that makes you want to apologize for your size. “That’s going to dislocate my jaw.”

It takes a bit of convincing for Vinny to even try. His eyes still argue even as his mouth gets full. He's careful about it, spending several minutes just focusing on the sensitive head before trying to put more in his mouth. His lips stretch pornographically around you and you can see his jaw tightening with every inch.

After gagging a few times, he pulls back, coughing and giving you a glare, blaming you for being so big that it triggers his gag reflex. You say he doesn't have to take it all if he can't and that seems to have the opposite effect since now Vinny is doing his best to show that he can take your dick all the way if he wants. (he can't).

The mere sight of it almost makes you cum. Vinny is clumsy and stiff in his first blowjob and if it isn't the hottest thing you've ever seen. Even though you already anticipated the answer, you still try, control almost slipping through your fingers, "C-can I fuck your mouth?"

Vinny pulls your cock out of his mouth so he can respond, the mixture of pre-cum and saliva glistening on his lips. The wet pop will be stuck in your head forever. "No, you're going to suffocate me," he is firm in his answer. He then looks at where your fists press against the wall, almost making a hole in it. "But you can grab my hair if you want." You do so without any convincing.

No amount of gagging is enough to embarrass him into stopping, and maybe not on his first try, but he'll get there eventually, training his throat until he can swallow your cock. He's proud like that.

Shame won't let him practice on some vibrator, so you're his test subject and Vinny isn't happy when instead of standing still and quiet, letting him learn to swallow your cock, you start moving. If you don't want him to look for another source of learning, it's best to be patient and keep your desire and orgasm under control. Give small hints, but nothing too direct. Let Vinny figure out the rest on his own.

(He doesn't say it out loud, but he wants to learn, he wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel.)

The subject of anal sex is still taboo, though. He'll need more time to let you get close to his ass. But you're in no rush, there are so many more things you want to teach Vinny.

Jay Jo

Jay is so organized and keeps control over everything in his life that it shouldn't surprise you that much, but the way your addition to his life seems to disrupt the normal functioning of his flow amuses you, while also stressing him out. You're the chaos in Jay's life, which has been going off the rails for some time now — but you end up derailing it.

Your stoic boy. Your rigid virgin boyfriend who aside from embarrassment whenever you made sexual innuendos still spent hours awake researching anal sex. A walking contradiction.

Even Jay is surprised by how much he likes you. How every touch of yours sets him on fire and he can't stop thinking about your kisses and your hands all over him.

He's secretly a pervert who masturbates practically every night while thinking about you. Like a drug, Jay becomes addicted to you. He's easy on you: mouth falling open as soon as you get too close in anticipation of a kiss, kissing you sloppily with an enthusiasm that belies how tense he feels. His cock is equally sweet to you, already knowing its owner well.

"See, your body knows exactly who it belongs to,” you say with an easy laugh, hands circling Jay’s hips, thumbs right next to where a tent stretched across his pants.

Jay blushes furiously, throwing an arm over his face, hair messy on his bed. Lips red and marked by your teeth. You wanted to devour him whole.

It only took a little kissing to get him rock hard and leaking for you.

"You're the one who keeps rubbing against me," Jay accuses. "It's a perfectly normal physiological reaction to physical stimulation."

"Yeah, sure, smart boy, whatever you say," you say, rocking against him.

"Don't be condescending to me."

"Condescending," you repeat. "I love it when you talk smart to me."

Jay gasps as your erections rub together. He immediately bites his bottom lip, trying to swallow all the sounds of pleasure. His bedroom door is locked and you're home alone, but the possibility of being caught, interrupted, excites him, you know it does. Jay loved to pretend to be demure and chaste, but he would always give you the filthiest looks at the worst moments and then blame you for not knowing how to control yourself.

He was all for forcing himself to stay still and biting pillows while you made his toes curl in ecstasy. Something about forcing himself to be quiet, fearing being heard, always made him come harder.

You lick his neck as you slide your fingers inside his pants. Jay jumps and gasps when you touch his hot, bare skin. "Let's see how many times you can cum before your mother gets home."

Joker / Hajun

Joker has no instinct for self-preservation when it comes to you. He doesn't fall in love easily, his heart doesn't open up to just anyone. But when he does, he is the most generous lover and the most naive in parts.

There is nothing you can ask of him that he wouldn't give you.

Joker only has eyes and ears for you. Your word is truth and your wish is his command. He doesn't care about anyone else's opinion but your and what turns you on, turns him on too. He's good like that. So there's not a bone to stand in his overheated body when you corner him in the bathroom after a particularly tough fight.

Joker anticipated your concern, it was one of the reasons he never liked it when you was there to watch him take and throw punches. But you were at every single match.

You unwrap the bandage from his fists and wipe the blood away with a frown that, despite not being meant for him, still makes him feel things — excitement and dread. You touch him as if you fear hurting him, making sure nothing is twisted or broken and no teeth have been lost. After checking that Joker was fine despite the bruises, however, a key turns and you have him so tightly in your grip that it almost hurts.

Joker tries to avoid looking at his reflection in the mirror, mouth open, split lip bleeding again and hair damp with sweat falling in front of his eyes. But then he finds your eyes, possessive and angry behind him, nails digging into his hips as you pounds into him, again and again.

The preparation was quick at best, not enough to keep him from feeling the penetration in his stomach.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, muffled voice reverberating in the bathroom. Outside, the inconvenient person had given up on knocking on the locked door. Joker nods, drunk on pain and pleasure. "Good."

One of your hands wraps around his neck, and the pressure alone is enough to make his legs go weak.

"I hate seeing you hurt, I hate seeing these marks left by other people on you," you continue, never stopping to fuck his brains out like you hate him, like you're fucking obsessed with him. "I'll cover them all with my own marks — scratches, bites, hickeys, my fingerprints. I'll paint your skin with my touch, so you won't forget who you belong to."

Yes, please. Never let him go. Remind him who owns him. Mark your ownership on him, from the inside out.

[starboye]

starring: vinnie hacker x ftm!male reader

request: Vinnie hacker fucks his ftm (yes it’s a boy with a pussy) boyfriend after he finishes his day working out and rough fucks him

warnings: smut, cursing, rough sex, ftm!reader, reader has a pussy, mentions of breeding

you layed in bed watching the time tick by as you waited for vinnie to come home from his rigorous work out sessions (the same sessions that had your pussy soaking wet every time when he came home) and soon you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling in the door and ran to the front, watching as vinnie came through the door you jumped into his arms "vinnie" you happily yelled hugging him tightly.

"hey baby" he says setting his bag down and catching you in his arms "how was your day" you ask giving him a small kiss on the cheek "good just got a lot stronger" he flexes his bicep "oh yeah how much stronger" you say biting your bottom lip slightly, you felt vinnie's hands wrap around your ass and knead them slightly "why tell you when I could just show you" he says lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to your room.

"well I think I'd like that much more" you smirk as you kiss the under of his jaw, he twitches slightly from the feeling of your soft lips against his skin before he steps into the room and lays you on the bed, he strips off his sweat ridden shirt to reveal his glistening abs contorting as he leans down over you. you move to take off your clothes but vinnie stops you "don't you worry I'll do all the work" he lowly says first taking off your shirt then slowly peeling off your pants and underwear and after doing the same for himself.

he moves his hand down to you pussy and caresses it "already wet for me huh it hasn't even been five minutes since I walked through the door" vinnie teases slipping his fingers into your warmth, pumping his hand slowly in and out while occasionally curling his fingers in you to press against your good spots, your hands quickly find their way to gripping vinnies buff arms for support as you arch your back to his touch.

"fuck vin" you huff, your chest heaving up and down as you feel your orgasm already approaching but vinnie quickly pulls his thick fingers out "vinnn" you whine lifting your head to feet his darkly lidded eyes "I can't have my beautiful boy cumming from just my fingers now can I" he says sucking your arousal off his fingers "mm mm" you felt almost inclined to shake your head to his words, he leans up and throws your legs over his thighs to open you up.

he slaps his dick on your hole, hearing the wet sounds making him even harder than before, he looks up at you for permission and you nod to his mental question so he slowly moves into you, your wetness acting as a sort of lube to go smoother, you let out light whimpers as vinnie makes it in you "fuck you feel so good" vinnie throws his head back as he makes it fully in your pussy, he stays there for a while so you can get used to his size before he fucking into your roughly.

the head board of the bed banging against the wall with every thrust as vinnie plows your pussy "vi-vinnie" you cry out feeling your legs go weak already "just a little more baby I can't get enough of this good fucking pussy" he grunts holding your legs against your chest to get deeper inside you tightness "I want your cum vinnie" you incoherently babble "yeah you want me to fill this little cunt with my cum, maybe even get you pregnant" vinnie chuckles with his hips still snapping into your ass harshly "please daddy" you whimper.

"your wish will be my command" vinnie smirks throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding your thighs to fuck into you deeper than before "right there vinnie" you moan holding onto the bed sheets before you cum all over vinnie's cock now making a bigger mess between his dick and your hole, you legs bow shaking from the mix of orgasmic pleasure and vinnie "such a good boy for me" vinnie groans feeling his climax coming and soon filling you up, slowly thrusting in you to push his cum deeper and deeper.

"mm that's so good" you hum moving to get up but vinnie pulls you back into his length "wait just a little longer" he huffs holding your hips firmly "fine" you agree laying back down on the slightly soaking bed soon both falling asleep from exhaustion.

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[folklorcore]

skincare time - v. hacker

Pairing: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

TW/Tags: Pure fluff, established relationship.

Summary: Vinnie asks you to do your skin care routine on him, starting with a nice tradition between the two of you.

Words count: 0.63 k.

You were in the bathroom inside Vinnie's room, your boyfriend.

You were mostly doing your skincare routine, when he knocked on the door.

"Baby, are you done yet? I miss you." he complained, opening the door a little to see what you were doing.

"Actually, yeah, I just need to brush my hair." You nodded looking at him in the mirror in front of you while he hugged you around the waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

You ran the brush through the ends of your hair and then brushed the rest.

"What's it for?" he asked taking a tube of liquid charcoal mask.

You smiled at the product in his hands and set the brush aside when you were done. "It's a mask, love."

"The kind that stick to your face and take away the blackheads or something?" he stopped hugging you to better observe the product.

"Yeah, exactly." You were going to start saving everything you used but he stopped you.

"Do you think you could… I don't know, do your skincare routine on me?" he asked biting his bottom lip looking at you. "If you don't want it doesn't matter I just—"

"Of course, sit down." You indicated to him by moving to the side so that he could sit where you were before and he did that.

You started by taking one of your hair bands, using it to keep his curls out of his face.

To say that he looked adorable was an understatement. Vinnie watched the movement of your hands where they went, waiting for what you would do next.

First you helped him wash his face with a purifying gel that you used.

You passed a towel that you used especially for your face across his face, removing excess water from his face with touches all over it.

"Your touch is too light and soothing." he mentioned with his eyes closed, making you giggle.

"Thanks, baby." you responded by choosing a Korean face mask to put on, choosing an avocado one.

You opened it up and spread it out, placing it on his face carefully. But he was startled by the sudden cold contact on his skin.

"Shit, it's cold."

When you got it fully on his face you looked down at your phone, checking the time.

"We have to wait twenty minutes."

As the said time passed you talked about your day, while he just nodded because he couldn't speak or his mask would fall off.

When you looked at the phone again, at least twenty-five minutes had passed. You went back to remove the piece of cloth from Vinnie's face and deposit it in the trash.

You took the towel again to dry him and put it aside.

You took some facial cream, putting it in the palm of your hand and with two of your fingers of the other free hand, you took the product to put dots of it on his face.

Then you gently began to spread it all over his face.

"This really is relaxing." He muttered sleepily, and you smiled looking at him.

"I know." you nodded removing your hands from his face and left a peak on his lips, removing the band from his hair. "lets go to bed."

He nodded getting up from his seat, hugging you to guide you towards the bed. Where he threw himself with you into his arms making you laugh and him smile.

"Good night, love." you said looking at your boyfriend already asleep.

"Good night, doll."

The next day at night, you came out of the bathroom when you were done with your skincare routine and he was standing by the door.

And what he said left a smile on your lips.

"It's skincare time."

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

[azmaranadir]

ASS, BOOBS OR THIGHS

NSFW 18+ HEADCANON WINDBREAKER. JAY, VINNY, JOKER

BOOBS

->Jay. loves to bury his head in your chest, holding you close. To the point where he wants to die, being choked by them. Whether they are small, big, or in the middle, he doesn't care as long as he can use them as a stress ball and suck on your nipples. However, he does not want to see you in tight tops or shirts; he enjoys it much more seeing you wearing baggy shirts, preferably his shirts instead. It has nothing to do with being covered; it just feels so much better to pull the material up and let it rest lazily on your collarbone while he kisses, licks, and sucks on them.

Tight shirts are so hard to take off, so he enjoys it more seeing you wearing baggy ones, allowing him to take it off as fast as possible or even keep it on and just let his head be covered by your (his) shirt.

"fuck you taste so good..."

ASS

-> Vinny. loves the sight of your ass, but he can't openly express it. When caught staring, he would flush hard, although it happens rarely. The reason is that you are so used to walking in front of him that you don't second-guess it, thinking he's only ensuring your safety, keeping a watchful eye over your head like a bulldog. However, the reality is that he just enjoys watching your ass jiggle while you walk. He also likes to grab it, but only in private.

When you are alone, he takes the opportunity to grab a handful of it, maybe even give it a playful smack while he fucks you from behind. Despite his usual flustered demeanor, he's oddly smug about it.

"Never were any pants around my, want to feel your skin jitter when I smack it."

THIGHS

->Joker. Takes immense pleasure in running his hands up and down your thighs, Loving the way your skin reacts under his touch, creating a sense of appreciation and love, despite him grabbing it so hard to leave marks but still kissing it lovingly. He loves kissing the inner thighs, leaving bites that make the experience feel more intimate than the actual act of sex.

In his more unconventional moments, he also enjoys burying his head in your thighs, occasionally smearing the blood of his enemies on your skin. It made you feel Icky, however, this was perfect for him to lick your skin, gradually making his way toward your thighs to eat you pussy out.

What truly leaves your head spinning is when he wraps your thighs around his head, stands up, and presses your back against the changing room wall. Making you sit on his shoulders, while his pussy was pressed against his lapping tongue and his nose against your clit, while squeezed your flesh.

"You can choke me harder, I can handle that. I would love dying because of those thighs."

[sunnylands-world]

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Pairing: Vinnie hacker x fem reader

Summary: you become needy and your boyfriend won't deny you no matter what he's doing

Word Count: 699

Warning: thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, kinda sub reader and Dom Vinnie if you squint

A/n: I had deleted this but I don't remember why so here it is again lol

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Curled up in Vinnie's bed, you watched him play his game, but the dull ache between your thighs had not gone away since he seated himself. You are aware that he was live on something, but you were uncertain about what, not that it was important to you at the time.

He hasn't looked back at you since he told you he would be playing the game. He wore a pink sweater and black shorts while making minor comments to the fans or whatever. You made an effort not to disturb him while he was playing, but you had no idea how much time it would take or if he was aware of your desire for him at that moment.

You wiggled a bit and pressed your face against his pillow with a frustrated grunt. His blanket was tucked between your thighs and you unconsciously moved around, rubbing yourself against it. It wasn't helping, especially since you were aware of his close proximity.

He was chewing the inside of his cheek while his headphones rested on his dirty blonde hair. His lips were puckered slightly, and his nose piercing glowed in the blue lighting.

"Vin," you whined, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Vinnie" You yelled a little louder, Vinnie's eyes wandered for a moment before he asked someone to hold on. He pushed from the table, pulled his headphones down until they rested on his neck, and turned to you.

"Yes, baby," he said sweetly as he smiled and looked towards you.

Vinnie wasn't stupid. He knew you like the back of his hand, so it didn't take long to understand what was happening.

He returned his gaze to yours, this time with a lustful look, tilting his head while smirking. He gestured at you in a beckoning manner and asked you to come over.

You stood and walked towards him, his shirt falling just above your mid-thigh. You waited impatiently for anything he would give you.

He didn't say a word, but tapped his thigh. You looked puzzled, but still sat.

He lifted his headphones, leaning towards your ear, as he whispered,

"Move".

You did what he said, rocking against him, in need of friction of any kind. You bite your lip, feeling your clit have just the appropriate amount of pressure to get you off.

He returned his attention to the game and announced his return to everyone. You moved shamelessly in his lap while he played, and he occasionally rested his hand on the fat of your ass, giving you a slight squeeze or leaning forward to whisper praises in your ear.

"Good girl."

"That's it baby, get it nice and wet for me."

"Just like that."

"My pretty girl is so needy for me, isn't she?"

And you nodded, biting your lip even harder, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as you try to suppress the need to be loud for him, like you usually are.

The wetness in your panties probably left a patch on his shorts, and it seemed to only heighten your pleasure doing something like this while everyone or anyone could have heard you if you made noise.

You began to feel your stomach knot. You leaned forward, kissing and sucking at your boyfriend's neck grounding yourself in the security of coming undone in his lap.

His unoccupied hand sneaked in between your bodies to touch your swollen clit, and he rubbed circles on the throbbing bud, assisting you in getting closer. You used all your will power to not cry out.

"Let go baby. I know you wanna cum for me," He whispered, noticing your starting to tighten on his fingers as he snuck them into your clenching pussy and that was all it took for you to unravel, trembling against him.

You quickened your pace and bite down on the flesh of his neck to hold in the sound, as the intense feeling made you feel limp.

He lightly tapped your ass, encouraging you to look up, and he simply nodded towards the three screens. As you looked back, you came to the realization...

You had just came on a live stream where you were visible to everyone...

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[berlioz-the-kitten]

Shadows Between Us

The Jackal/Reader

TW: Fem!Reader, Mentions of : Violence, Murder and Childbirth, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Lying and Deceit, Pregnancy (for a brief reading period), and Academic Dishonesty, and probably wrong things about Oxford in general (I'm American, sue me. And I did very little research, so if you could please just ignore it, I would be very grateful. Thank you.)

Summary: Charles's past comes back to haunt him, putting his family and marriage at risk as his wife, you, digs deeper into his secrets. Despite his attempts to protect you, the truth unravels, leaving their future uncertain.

Word Count: 9k

(For clarification, I imagine in this you and Bianca have known each other in passing. However you two know each other is purely up to ya'll)

Present

The living room of yours and Charles' home was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight and a solitary lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The remnants of the day were scattered across the coffee table: a few forgotten books, a smattering of papers, and a couple of toys that Vinnie had been playing with earlier. The room was quiet, the only sounds were the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the gentle breathing of yours and Vinnie asleep on the couch. The warmth from the fireplace had long since faded, replaced by the cool night air that seeped in through the slightly open window.

The silence was broken by the quiet click of the front door and the soft sound of footsteps in the hallway. Charles entered, his briefcase in hand, his shoulders slumped with fatigue. He paused in the doorway, taking in the scene before him. His wife, you, lay curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped protectively around their sleeping son, Vinnie. A wave of tenderness washed over him, and a small smile touched his lips.

He moved quietly, setting his briefcase down with a soft thud and shedding his work jacket. His footsteps were barely audible as he crossed the room, kneeling down beside the couch to gaze at his sleeping family. Your hair was tousled, a few strands framing your face, and Vinnie's tiny hand rested trustingly on your shoulder. They looked so peaceful, so content.

Charles reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was feather-light, filled with a tenderness that belied the weariness in his eyes. "You two are my everything," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

A pang of guilt tugged at his heart. He got back late again, missing another bedtime story, another bath time, another precious moment with his family. But here they were, waiting for him, even in their sleep.

You stirred, your eyelids fluttering open. You blinked sleepily, a soft smile gracing your lips as you saw Charles kneeling beside you. "Charles," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep, "you're home."

"Sorry I'm late, love," he whispered back, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek. "Had a lot to wrap up at work."

"It's alright," you yawned, reaching out to take his hand. "Vinnie and I were just taking a little nap. We were waiting for you, but I guess I fell asleep first."

Charles chuckled softly. "I don't blame you. It's been a long day." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, careful not to disturb their sleeping son.

"I didn't realize you two could take up so much space on this couch," he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You laughed softly. "Well, Vinnie likes to sprawl out. I'm just here for the ride."

Charles' gaze softened as he looked at his son. "He's growing so fast," he murmured, a hint of wonder in his voice. "Feels like just yesterday he was so small, I could hold him with one hand."

"I know," you agreed, your voice laced with a tender wistfulness. "He's our little adventurer now. Always curious, always on the move."

A silence fell between them, filled with the unspoken thoughts and emotions that often lingered in the quiet hours of the night. Charles looked at you, his heart overflowing with gratitude and love. "You're doing an incredible job with him, Y/N," he said, his voice sincere. "I don't know how you manage it all."

You squeezed his hand, your touch warm and reassuring. "I couldn't do it without you. Even when you're not here, you're here. You're with us. Always."

Charles felt a lump form in his throat. "I'm glad," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to be here... for both of you. Every moment I can."

You smiled sleepily, your eyes already drifting closed. "I know, Charles. And I'm glad, too."

Charles watched as you drifted back to sleep, your hand still clasped in his. He carefully extracted his hand, not wanting to disturb you, and moved to sit in the nearby armchair. From there, he could still watch over his family, his heart filled with a quiet love that he knew he didn't express enough.

"I'll make it up to you," he whispered, his voice a promise carried on the still night air. "Both of you."

Six Years Prior

The grand library at Oxford University was bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. Sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting an ethereal golden hue over the endless rows of old wooden tables and shelves stacked with ancient tomes. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and leather, a comforting aroma that spoke of countless hours spent immersed in knowledge.

At a table near one of the large windows sat you, surrounded by a sea of open books and scattered notes. Your brow was furrowed in concentration as you flipped through a particularly stubborn volume, your lips moving silently as you muttered under her breath.

"Come on, where is it…?" you whispered, your frustration evident in the slight tremor of your hand.

Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eye of Charles, a man who had just strolled into the library. He looked slightly out of place in his impeccably tailored suit, a stark contrast to the casual attire of the other students. With a practiced air of casual confidence, he scanned the room, his gaze eventually settling on the intriguing figure of you. Your intensity piqued his curiosity, and he found himself drawn towards you like a moth to a flame.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice smooth and cultured, "are you always this frustrated with books, or am I witnessing something special?"

You were startled by the unexpected interruption. You glanced up, your expression a mixture of annoyance and surprise. "What?" you asked, your tone sharp.

Charles smiled, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. "You're muttering at that poor book as if it personally offended you," he observed, his tone light and teasing. "I had to see what was so upsetting."

Your initial annoyance was quickly replaced by a sense of skepticism. You gave him a quick once-over, your eyes taking in his expensive suit and perfectly coiffed hair. "Do you always interrupt people who are working," you retorted, "or am I witnessing something special?"

Charles chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Touché," he admitted, his smile widening. "I'm Charles."

You returned your attention to your notes, dismissing him with a curt, "Good for you."

Charles, however, was not easily deterred. He pulled out the chair across from you and sat down, his posture relaxed yet attentive. "You know," he remarked, "most people respond to introductions with their own name. It's a social contract of sorts."

You sighed, reluctantly looking up again. "Y/N," you said, your tone clipped. "Happy?"

"Getting there," Charles replied, his grin unwavering. "What's got you so engrossed, Y/N?"

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share her research with this stranger. But something about Charles's genuine curiosity compelled you to answer. "I'm researching the role of women in the English Civil War," you explained, gesturing towards your notes. "There's this diary I've been trying to track down, but no luck."

Charles leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Fascinating," he murmured. "A hidden diary, lost to time. Sounds like the beginning of a great mystery."

You narrowed your eyes slightly. "Are you always this… theatrical?" you inquired, your tone dry.

Charles feigned offense. "I prefer 'charming,'" he countered with a playful wink, "but I'll take theatrical."

You couldn't help but smirk. "And I prefer 'productive,'" you retorted, "so if you don't mind—"

"Wait," Charles interrupted, holding up a finger. "A diary, you said? Have you tried the archives in the All Souls library? They've got a collection of personal accounts from that era. It's not well-cataloged, but you might find something useful."

You blinked, surprised by his knowledge. "You know the All Souls archives?" you asked, your skepticism momentarily forgotten.

Charles shrugged. "I dabble in old books from time to time," he explained. "Besides, it sounded like you needed a nudge in the right direction."

Your skepticism returned. "Why are you helping me?" you asked, your voice laced with suspicion.

Charles smiled softly. "Because you looked like you could use it," he answered honestly. “And maybe I wanted an excuse to talk to the most focused person in this library."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in your expression. "You're relentless, aren't you?" you remarked.

"Only when the cause is worth it," Charles replied, his gaze steady.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. You returned to your notes, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the enigmatic Charles.

Later that night, the only sounds echoing through the dimly lit corridor leading out of the library were your soft footsteps and the rustle of pages as you shifted your stack of books and notes. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and the lingering silence of countless hours spent in quiet study. As you made your way toward the exit, a figure emerged from the shadows, his footsteps almost silent until he was beside you, matching your pace with an effortless grace that spoke of confidence and perhaps a hint of something more.

"You're leaving with enough reading material to last a month," Charles remarked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to blend with the hushed atmosphere of the library. He glanced at your burdened arms, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ambitious, aren't you?"

You couldn't help but offer a small, amused smile as you met his gaze. "Why are you still here?" you countered, your tone light but tinged with curiosity. "Don't you have something better to do?"

Charles merely smirked, his eyes holding a hint of mystery. "Not at the moment," he replied smoothly. "Besides, I think we're off to a promising start."

You paused, turning to face him fully. His presence was both intriguing and slightly unsettling. "Charles, is it?" you mused, your voice laced with a touch of skepticism. "Let me guess—you're the kind of man who walks into a library, makes a lot of noise, and leaves without opening a single book."

Charles feigned a look of hurt, his hand dramatically placed over his chest. "Ouch," he declared, his voice dripping with mock offense. "You wound me, Professor. For your information, I do read. Occasionally."

You chuckled, shaking your head at his theatrics. "Well, Charles," you began, your tone firm but still carrying a hint of amusement, "some of us actually have work to do. So if you'll excuse me—"

Charles held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, stepping aside to let you pass. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of progress," he conceded with a wry smile. "But I'll see you around, Y/N. I'm sure of it."

You couldn't suppress a small smile as you continued on your way, his words echoing in your mind. There was something about Charles that was both enigmatic and undeniably charming. You found herself wondering what their next encounter might hold as you pushed open the heavy library doors, stepping out into the cool night air.

Charles watched her go, his expression thoughtful. A flicker of intrigue danced in his eyes, and a subtle smile played on his lips. He had a feeling that their paths would cross again soon, and he was already looking forward to their next meeting. The library, it seemed, had become a stage for a new and unexpected story, and Charles was more than ready to play his part.

Present

The upscale restaurant in Oxford exuded an air of quiet sophistication. The dim lighting cast dancing shadows on the art-deco walls, while soft classical music filled the air, creating an ambiance of refined elegance. This elegance, however, starkly contrasted with the palpable tension that hung heavy at a secluded table tucked away in the back corner.

Bianca, a picture of poise, took a deliberate sip of her wine, her eyes sparkling with an enigmatic glint. "Y/N," she began, her voice smooth as silk, "I must confess, your research has captivated me. You possess a rare intellect, a fierce determination. It's truly commendable, especially considering the...challenges you face, being married to a man like Charles."

You shifted uncomfortably, your fingers nervously toying with a strand of hair. "I don't understand what you're implying, Bianca," you retorted, your voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. "Charles is just a man. He's no different from anyone else."

Bianca's soft laughter echoed through the quiet corner, a sound that held a chilling dissonance with the warmth of her smile. "Oh, Y/N," she sighed, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy, "you're so naive. It's almost endearing. But you must understand, men like Charles...they're never 'ordinary.' His past, his line of work...it leaves an indelible mark. It's not something one can simply shed."

Your brows furrowed, your unease growing. "What are you trying to say, Bianca? Charles has been completely transparent with me. I trust him implicitly."

Bianca tilted her head, her gaze now tinged with pity. "Do you, now? How fortunate for you. But trust is a delicate thing. So easily shattered." She leaned in conspiratorially, her voice barely above a whisper. "What would you do, Y/N, if you discovered that your husband's secrets ran far deeper than you could ever fathom? What if everything you believed about him was a meticulously crafted illusion?"

Your heart hammered against your ribs, your eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from Bianca's unsettling words. Doubt, an insidious serpent, began to slither into your mind, poisoning your thoughts.

"That's not true," you insisted, your voice barely a whisper. "I know Charles. He would never lie to me."

A triumphant glint flashed in Bianca's eyes. "Would he not? I wonder. You see, Y/N, I know Charles better than most. And I'm afraid his past is far more...complicated than you'd like to believe." She paused, savoring your growing anxiety. "There are things in his past, Y/N, that could jeopardize not only his future, but yours as well. His family's future. You wouldn't want your precious Vincent to be caught in the crossfire, would you?"

The mention of your son struck a raw nerve. Your hand trembled, spilling a drop of coffee onto the pristine tablecloth. Bianca observed you with the predatory patience of a cat toying with a mouse.

"I'm sure Charles would never wish for you to discover the truth," Bianca continued, her voice casual, as if discussing the weather. "He's kept you in the dark for a reason, Y/N. You're...innocent. And I suppose he wishes to keep you that way. But the truth has a way of surfacing. One way or another."

Your breath hitched. "What are you talking about, Bianca? What truth?"

Bianca leaned in, her voice a mere breath against your ear. "The kind of truth that refuses to stay buried. The kind that makes people vanish. The kind that would make you question everything you've ever known about the man you love."

Your mind raced, fragments of Charles' behavior flashing before your eyes—the late nights, the evasive answers, the subtle discomfort when you probed too deeply. Could Bianca be right? Was there a darker side to Charles that you had never seen?

"But I suppose it's none of my business," Bianca said with a dismissive shrug, "I wouldn't want to shatter your idyllic little world. No, that's something you'll have to discover on your own. But when you do, Y/N, when the truth comes to light, I'll be here, waiting to see how long it takes you to realize what you've been protecting all along."

You stared at her, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within you. "I don't know what your game is, Bianca," you said, your voice trembling but resolute, "but you won't get away with it."

Bianca leaned back, a serene smile playing on her lips. "Y/N, I'm not playing games. I'm giving you a new way to see things. Charles isn't the man you believe he is. If you're smart, you'll start digging deeper.”

Your hands trembled slightly as you clutched her coffee cup, your gaze unwavering. "I won't believe anything you say about him," she repeated, her voice stronger now, laced with defiance.

Bianca's smile didn't falter, but it chilled, revealing a predatory edge. "Of course you won't," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "Not yet. But remember, Y/N," she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "everyone has secrets. And Charles..." she paused, letting the name hang heavy in the air, "well, let's just say his are particularly...intriguing."

Your heart pounded against your ribs, a flicker of doubt clouding your eyes. Bianca straightened, smoothing her jacket with a practiced gesture. "When the walls start closing in, when your perfect little world starts to crack," she paused, her eyes glinting with malice, "you'll know where to find me."

With a final, chilling smile, Bianca turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the marble floor. You watched her go, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within you. Fear, anger, and a gnawing uncertainty warred within you, each vying for dominance.

Bianca paused at the doorway, her silhouette stark against the soft glow of the evening lights. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Y/N," she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I'm sure Charles will want to hear about this little chat of ours." A cruel smirk twisted her lips. "Though I wonder what he will think about you asking questions he's been so careful to avoid."

Your breath hitched. Bianca's words struck a nerve, planting a seed of suspicion that threatened to bloom into full-blown distrust. The image of Charles, her Charles, the man you loved, flickered before your eyes, his features blurred by the insidious whispers of doubt.

"Goodnight, Y/N," Bianca's voice echoed through the now silent cafe, a final taunt that lingered in the air long after she was gone.

You sat alone, the remnants of your coffee growing cold in the cup. The world around you seemed to have shifted, the familiar now tinged with an unsettling strangeness. The seeds of doubt had been sown, and as much as you wanted to deny them, they had taken root, burrowing deep into your heart.

Two Years Prior

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the walls of the cozy townhouse. The antique grandfather clock in the corner ticked rhythmically, its gentle chimes marking the passage of time in the otherwise silent evening. Charles, his brow furrowed in concentration, sat nestled amidst a sea of paperwork spread across the plush velvet couch. The amber liquid in his crystal tumbler of scotch swirled hypnotically, mirroring the turmoil of emotions within him.

You stood framed in the doorway, your silhouette stark against the fading light. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a drumbeat of anticipation and trepidation. In your hands, you clutched a small box, its contents a secret waiting to be unveiled. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat, the sound breaking the silence like a fragile crystal.

"Charles?" Your voice was soft, barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of unspoken words.

Charles looked up, his expression softening as his eyes met your own. "Hmm? Everything alright?"

You nodded, stepping closer, your hand still protectively cupping the small box. "Yeah. I just... I have something for you."

A ghost of a smile touched Charles' lips. "You've piqued my curiosity."

With trembling hands, you extended the box towards him. Charles set his papers aside, his brow furrowing slightly as he took it. The air crackled with anticipation as he carefully lifted the lid. Nestled within, like precious jewels, lay a tiny pair of baby shoes, their miniature size a testament to the miracle of life.

Charles' breath hitched. His eyes remained fixed on the shoes, his expression a mask of conflicting emotions. "Y/N Are you…?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'm pregnant." The words hung in the air, heavy with the promise of a future that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Charles' mind raced. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled within him. He set the box down with reverence, his hand instinctively reaching up to run through his hair. "Pregnant," he echoed, the word a question and a statement all at once.

Your smile was tinged with nervousness. "Yes. I know this is... unexpected, but I thought you'd be happy."

Charles rose from the couch, his movements agitated. He began to pace, his voice barely above a whisper. "Happy? I... I am, Nora. Of course, I am. It's just..."

Your brow furrowed, your voice laced with caution. "Just what?"

Charles stopped, his eyes meeting yours, his expression a battlefield of conflicting emotions. "My work. It's not exactly... stable. This kind of responsibility—it changes everything."

Your arms crossed defensively. "It doesn't have to. We're in this together, Charles. I can handle my share, and you—"

Charles' voice was sharper than he intended, his words cutting through the air. "You don't understand. My work... It's not the kind of job you can just walk away from."

You stiffened, your voice firm. "Then explain it to me, Charles. Because all I see is a man who's scared of change."

Charles' expression softened. He stepped closer, his voice low and earnest. "I'm not scared of the change, Y/N. I'm scared of what it means—for you, for us. The world I live in... It's not safe."

You searched his face, your eyes unwavering. "Then leave it. If it's dangerous, if it puts us at risk, walk away. We'll figure it out together."

Charles took her hands in his, his expression pained. "It's not that simple. But I swear to you, Y/N, I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and this child. Nothing is more important to me than that."

Your voice was barely a whisper. "You're not telling me everything. I can feel it. But if you're serious about protecting us, you'll find a way to make this work."

Charles nodded slowly, pulling you into a gentle embrace. "I will. I promise."

You nuzzled into his chest, a brief worried smile coming onto your face. “We’re going to have a baby,” you whispered into his shirt. 

And, despite his worries, a smile comes onto Charles face as well, the happiness that he should have felt at the start consuming him in one quick swoop. He pulled away slightly, pressing a kiss on your forehead before placing his hands on your cheeks as he gazed into your eyes. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Present

The evening air hung heavy in Charles and your living room, the warm glow of the lamps doing little to dispel the tension that had settled over the room. You sat on the couch, your posture rigid, your eyes reflecting a maelstrom of emotions. Charles emerged from the kitchen, a glass of scotch in hand, his brow furrowing as he took in the sight of his wife's distress.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" His voice was laced with concern as he crossed the room, setting his drink down on the coffee table. "You look... distant."

You hesitated, your thoughts tangled and disjointed. "I had a meeting with Bianca earlier today," you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "She... said some things. About you."

Charles's expression flickered momentarily, a shadow passing over his features before he schooled his face into a mask of calm. "Bianca?" He drew a slow, deliberate breath. "What did she say?"

Your voice wavered, your mind replaying Bianca's words, each syllable a sharp jab of doubt. "She implied that you're hiding things from me—big things. She said your past... is dangerous. That you're not who I think you are."

Charles's jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he quickly replaced the tension with a carefully constructed smile. "Bianca can be manipulative, Y/N. You know that. She's always had a way of twisting the truth. You shouldn't let her words bother you." He sat down beside you, his hand resting on your shoulder, a gesture meant to convey comfort and reassurance. "She's trying to undermine us—make you question everything. You can't let her do that."

Your brow furrowed, your heart torn between your desire to believe your husband and the unsettling weight of Bianca's accusations. "I don't know, Charles. The way she said it... she was so confident. She said things about you that no one else could know. Things I didn't even think to ask about."

A steely glint flashed in Charles's eyes, though his voice remained soft. "Y/N, listen to me. Bianca knows how to play games. She's always been good at it—always looking for ways to cause trouble. She wants to destabilize our lives because she sees us as a threat." He took your hand, his gaze intense as he searched your eyes, pleading for trust. "I'm not hiding anything from you. You have to believe me."

Your voice trembled, uncertainty clinging to your words. "But what if she's right, Charles? What if there's more to your past than I know? What if—"

Charles cut you off, his tone firm but measured, careful not to alarm you. "Y/N, nothing she says is true. I've told you about my past. I've made mistakes, yes, but nothing that should threaten our family." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a hushed intimacy. "I will protect you and Vincent with everything I have. You have to trust me. I'm your husband. I'm your partner. No one else matters."

Tears welled up in your eyes, your emotions a tumultuous mix of fear, confusion, and a desperate longing to believe the man you loved. "I want to, Charles. I want to trust you. But the things Bianca said... they won't leave me. What if I'm not seeing the whole picture? What if—"

Charles's voice sharpened, urgency edging into his tone. "Don't let her plant seeds of doubt, Y/N. She's trying to break us apart. She wants to see us fail. I will not let that happen. You can't let her get to you. You mustn't."

You fell silent, the force of Charles's words both reassuring and unsettling. You yearned to believe him, but a nagging unease had taken root in your heart, fueled by Bianca's insidious insinuations.

Charles leaned back, his demeanor shifting to one of calm authority. "Look, I'll handle Bianca. She doesn't have any power over us. You don't have to worry about her. All you need to do is focus on us, on our family. We’ve built a life for us, Y/N. We made sacrifices for this family. I made plenty for you and Vincent. Don't let her drag you into this mess. Promise me."

Your voice faltered as you nodded, your mind still reeling, your heart aching with uncertainty. "I promise... but I just... I don't know what to think anymore."

Charles pulled you closer, his touch a blend of tenderness and strength, his voice soothing once more. “It’s alright. I’ll take care of this. You don’t need to worry about Bianca or anything she says. We’ll be fine, Y/N. Trust me.”

You, your heart heavy with a mixture of conflicting emotions, nodded slowly. Despite the lingering doubts that Bianca's words had sown, you found solace in Charles's embrace, leaning into his warmth for comfort and reassurance. You desperately wanted to believe him, to trust his words and banish the insidious seed of doubt that threatened to take root in her mind.

Charles, his arms wrapped tightly around you, held you close, his gaze distant and troubled. A silent battle raged within him as he wrestled with the dilemma of how much to reveal and how much to conceal. The weight of his secrets pressed heavily upon him, and he knew that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty. 

But one potential path stuck to him like glue. 

A path that included his gun, Bianca, and a clear shot. 

A Year Prior

The cozy bedroom of Charles and your townhouse was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. It was late at night, and the only sound was the soft rhythm of your rocking chair as you cradled a newborn Vincent in your arms. Your face was etched with exhaustion, yet it radiated a warmth that only a mother's love could create. Charles stood nearby, leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with a silent adoration as he watched them.

"He finally fell asleep," you whispered, looking down at Vinnie, your voice laced with relief. "I thought he'd never stop crying."

Charles smiled faintly, his voice gentle. "He's got your determination. Doesn't give up easily."

You glanced up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "And your stubbornness, apparently."

Charles pushed off the wall, stepping closer with an amused expression. "Is that a compliment or a critique?"

You smirked. "Both."

Charles knelt beside the chair, his tone quieter as he asked, "How are you feeling? Really?"

You sighed, your voice heavy with exhaustion. "Tired. Sore. Overwhelmed. But… happy. He's perfect, Charles."

Charles reached out to gently touch Vinnie's tiny hand, his voice filled with awe. "He is."

Vinnie stirred slightly, his small fingers curling around Charles' finger. Charles' breath caught for a moment, his usual composure slipping into something softer, more vulnerable.

You noticed his expression and smiled warmly. "You're smitten already."

Charles chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Vinnie's face. "Can you blame me? He's... ours. I didn't think I could feel like this."

You studied him, your voice gentle. "Like what?"

Charles paused, struggling to find the words to express the depth of his emotions. "Like... there's something more. Something worth everything."

You tilted your head, your voice filled with understanding. "Charles, you've always had something worth everything. You just didn't realize it."

Charles looked at you, his tone serious. "I realize it now. And I swear, Y/N, I'll keep him safe. I'll keep both of you safe."

You smiled softly, your heart overflowing with love. "We're a family now. We'll figure it out together."

Charles leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing. He looked at the crib, his expression shifting to something more complicated—a mix of joy, fear, and an unwavering determination.

Later that night, in their dimly lit bedroom, you lay asleep in bed, Vinnie nestled in his bassinet beside you. Charles stood at the window, staring out into the quiet street below, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't share.

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through a series of unread messages. His jaw tightened as he read one, the screen glowing in the dark.

"I will send you the coordinates, meet me within three days.”

Charles exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He glanced back at the sleeping figures of you and Vinnie, his face a mask of conflict.

"No one's taking this from me. No one," he murmured to himself, his voice filled with a fierce determination.

He deleted the message, set the phone down, and walked back to the crib. He gazed at Vinnie for a long moment, his heart filled with a love so profound it ached. Placing a hand on the bassinet's edge, he spoke in a voice barely a whisper.

"You'll never know the things I've done. But I'll make sure you never have to."

Present

You sat on the edge of the bed, the cool, smooth surface pressing against the backs of your legs. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls and ceiling. The house was quiet, with Charles out for the evening and Vinnie was sound asleep in his crib. The silence was both comforting and unsettling, amplifying the nervous pounding of your heart.

Your phone felt cold and heavy in your hand as you dialed your mom's number, your fingers trembling slightly. The rhythmic beeping of the dial tone filled the silence, each beep a stark reminder of the uncertainty that lay ahead.

"Y/N? Everything alright, baby? It's late," your mother's voice, groggy but warm, answered on the other end.

"Yeah, Mama. I just… needed to hear your voice. Sorry for waking you," you stammered, your voice thick with unshed tears.

"Don't you worry 'bout that," your mother yawned softly, the sound carrying across the miles, "What's got you callin' me this time of night?"

You hesitated, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "It's Charles. I… I found out somethin'. Somethin' I wasn't expectin'."

Your mother's tone shifted, laced with concern, "What kinda something', honey? He isn’t hurting you, is he?"

"No, no, nothin' like that," you quickly reassured her, "It's just… I think he's been keeping something from me. Big something. And now that I know, I don't know what to do."

There was a pause on the other end, your mother's silence heavy with thought. "Well, first thing's first: do you still love him?"

"Of course I do," your voice was soft but firm, unwavering in your love for your husband.

"Alright," your mother continued, "Then you gotta decide if whatever this is changes that. Men are funny creatures, baby. They'll carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and never let you see them straining. Doesn't mean they don't love you—sometimes they just don't know how to let you in."

"But what if it's more than that?" Your voice broke slightly, "What if… what he's been hiding could hurt him? Or us?"

"Then you gotta ask yourself if you're ready to stand by him, even if it gets messy," your mother's voice was gentle but firm. "Love isn’t always neat and tidy, baby. Sometimes it's hanging on when everything feels like it's falling apart."

You sniffled. "I just… I feel like I don't know him right now. Like there's this whole other side of him I've never seen."

"Then maybe it's time to see it," your mother advised, "Talk to him, baby. Not with anger, not with fear. Just with love. And if he's worth all the love you've got to give, he'll meet you halfway."

"I hope you're right, Mama," you whispered, a glimmer of hope flickering in your heart.

"I always am," your mother chuckled softly. "Now, you dry those tears, kiss that baby of yours, and get some sleep. Tomorrow's a new day."

A faint smile touched your lips. "Thanks, Mama. Love you."

"Love you too, darling. Call me anytime," your mother's voice was a warm blanket in the cold night.

You ended the call, the silence of the room pressing in on you once more. But it was a different kind of silence now, not as heavy, not as despairing. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, offering guidance and strength. You weren't alone in this; you had love, you had hope. And with a deep breath, you knew what you had to do. Tomorrow, you would talk to Charles.

Tomorrow, they would face this together.

A Year Prior

You, amidst a flurry of papers and books, sat at your antique oak desk, the warm glow of a desk lamp illuminating your focused expression. The room, filled with the scent of old books and fresh coffee, was a sanctuary of knowledge and discovery. Charles stood leaning against the doorframe, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Charles, you won't believe what I've found!" You exclaimed, your fingers dancing across the keyboard. "A hidden cipher within a simple shopping list! The ingenuity of it all—using everyday language to conceal covert instructions."

Charles raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a gentle concern, "Sounds intriguing, Y/N. But isn't it a bit late to be delving into historical mysteries? You've been at it since dawn."

You chuckled, your eyes still glued to the screen, "I can't stop now, Charles. I'm onto something significant. This could be a groundbreaking revelation in the world of espionage! Imagine the lectures, the conferences... I'd finally have a story to rival your enigmatic work tales at dinner parties."

Charles forced a smile, "Your students already adore you, Y/N. You're pushing yourself too hard. Have you eaten anything today?"

You waved him off dismissively, "I'll eat once I'm done with this draft. Just a little longer..."

Charles walked over, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. You paused, your gaze meeting his.

"Y/N," he began softly, "Don't let this research consume you. Some secrets from the past are best left undisturbed."

You frowned, turning back to your computer. "What's gotten into you, Charles? You're usually so supportive. Don't you think this is important?"

"It's not that," Charles replied carefully, "I just... worry about you. You're so passionate, but what if you're chasing ghosts?"

You playfully brushed his hand away, laughing, "Chasing ghosts is practically my profession. You'll see—it'll all be worth it. Now, let me concentrate."

Charles sighed, watching as you returned to your work. He lingered for a moment, his expression troubled, before quietly exiting the room.

Hours later, the house was enveloped in silence. You, exhausted, had finally retired to bed. The only sound in the study was the soft hum of the computer. Charles entered, his footsteps barely audible. He approached your desk, his eyes fixated on the open document on the screen:

"Hidden Codes: Deciphering the Espionage Network of 1943"

Charles scrolled through the document, his jaw tightening as he read the decoded message and its implications.

"This will attract attention," he muttered, "Too much attention."

He hesitated, his hand hovering over the keyboard. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. Then, with a resolute keystroke, he selected the file and deleted it.

The next morning, you sat down at your desk with a steaming cup of coffee. You opened your computer, searching for your document. Confusion creased your brow as you navigated through your files.

"That's odd. It was right here..."

Charles entered the room, feigning nonchalance, "Is everything okay?"

"No, my draft is missing," you replied, your voice laced with frustration, "I must have accidentally deleted it."

Charles placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his voice calm, "Perhaps it's a sign to take a break. Let's have breakfast as a family today. Vinnie's been asking for pancakes."

You sighed, your frustration evident, but you softened at the mention of your son. "Alright. But I'll be back to work after breakfast."

Charles smiled faintly, concealing his relief, as they left the room, the unanswered questions lingering in the air like the fading scent of coffee. 

A Year Prior

After days of relentless work, your study was a scene of organized chaos—books piled high, notes scattered across the desk, and half-empty coffee mugs serving as silent witnesses to your dedication. The glow of your computer screen illuminated your face, casting dancing shadows on the walls as you leaned back in your chair, a triumphant smile gracing your lips. "There," you murmured to yourself, "even better than before."

With a sense of accomplishment, you saved your work, your fingers flying across the keyboard as you emailed a copy to your editor. The click of the 'send' button echoed in the quiet room as you closed your laptop, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. Just as you were about to stand, the door creaked open, and Charles stepped in, a wide grin on his face. Vinnie was nestled in his arms, his tiny hand clutching a toy airplane.

"Look who decided to pay his mum a visit," Charles announced, his voice filled with warmth.

Vinnie giggled, reaching out for you, who scooped him up into your arms, your heart melting at the sight of your child. "And what have you been up to, little man?" you cooed, showering Vinnie with kisses. "Keeping Daddy out of trouble?"

Charles chuckled, "He's failing miserably at that," he replied playfully. His gaze shifted to the laptop. "How's the paper coming?"

Your smile widened, "Finished. Finally," you declared, "I sent it off to my editor this morning."

A flicker of unease crossed Charles's face, his smile faltering for a split second. "You... sent it already?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise.

You nodded, "I wasn't about to lose it again," you explained, "This time, I've got backups. Three, to be exact."

Charles forced a laugh, setting Vinnie down to play with his toys. His mind raced as he watched you tidy up the scattered toys, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and dread.

Late that night, the house was shrouded in darkness, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock in the hallway. Charles sat in the living room, his laptop casting an eerie glow on his face. With trembling hands, he logged into your email, his fingers moving instinctively as he typed in the password he had surreptitiously learned over the years. His eyes scanned the inbox, searching for the recent email to your editor.

"There it is," he muttered under his breath, a cold shiver running down his spine. He opened the email, his gaze fixated on the attached paper. His hands hovered over the keyboard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that deleting the email would only delay the inevitable, and a wave of nausea washed over him as he contemplated the consequences of his actions.

"What are you doing, Y/N..." he whispered, his voice filled with despair.

Instead of deleting the email, he forwarded it to an anonymous contact, his fingers typing a short, chilling message: "Need this suppressed. Urgent. Discretion required."

With a heavy heart, he deleted the evidence of the forward, his face etched with worry. The weight of his actions bore down on him, and he knew that he had crossed a line that he could never return from.

A week later, you stood at the podium, your voice clear and confident as you presented your groundbreaking research to a captivated audience. Charles sat at the back of the room, his eyes darting around nervously, his hands clenched into fists.

"...and what we see here is a pattern of communication that predates many known networks, suggesting a far more sophisticated system than previously thought," you explained, your words echoing in the hushed room.

A man in the audience raised his hand, his sharp eyes piercing through the crowd. "Fascinating," he remarked, his voice laced with authority, "Have you considered the broader implications of your work, Dr. Calthrop? For example, its relevance to contemporary security issues?"

You paused, considering the question, "Well, my focus has been historical," you began, "but I suppose there could be lessons to draw-"

Charles's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the man, his blood running cold. The man's faint smile sent a shiver down his spine, and he knew that you were in danger.

As the presentation ended and the audience dispersed, the man approached you, his smile widening. Charles's instincts kicked in, and he stepped between them, his voice firm and unwavering.

"I'm afraid my wife's schedule is quite packed," Charles interjected smoothly, "Academic life, you know."

The man's eyes narrowed, his smile fading, "Of course," he replied, his voice laced with disappointment. “Another time then.”

The man walks away and you face Charles, puzzled. “What was that about?” You ask, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. 

"I'm just looking out for you," Charles evaded. "Some people care more about politics than preserving history."

“You’re acting strange again," you frowned.

"Y/N, believe me," Charles insisted, "not everyone in the audience came to hear your presentation."

A Year Prior

The inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle murmur of conversations filled the cozy café, tucked away from the bustling streets of Oxford. Warm light bathed the interior, reflecting off the clinking ceramic cups and creating an atmosphere of intimacy. At a small table, amidst the comforting ambiance, sat you, your notebook open before you. A flicker of nervousness danced in your eyes, mingled with an undeniable spark of intrigue.

The arrival of Elias punctuated the serenity of the café. Punctual as always, he exuded an air of sophistication as he approached your table. His presence commanded attention, a subtle aura of authority surrounding him.

"Dr. Calthrop," Elias greeted you with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of practiced charm, "I hope I'm not interrupting your flow of inspiration."

You looked up, your initial nervousness momentarily forgotten. "Not at all, Mr. Hart," you replied, returning his smile with a polite warmth, "Please, have a seat. And just call me Y/N."

Elias settled into the chair opposite you, placing his own leather-bound notebook on the table. The rich scent of aged leather wafted through the air, mingling with the coffee's aroma. "Thank you, Y/N," he acknowledged, his gaze steady and appraising. "I must say, your lecture was fascinating. It's not often one encounters such a compelling perspective on historical codes and their implications."

A blush tinted your cheeks, a testament to your genuine passion for your work. "That's kind of you to say," you responded, your voice laced with a hint of humility. "It's been a labor of love, really."

Elias nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I can tell," he remarked, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. "Your passion shines through your work." He paused, leaning slightly forward, his tone shifting subtly. "Though I must admit, your findings raise some... intriguing questions."

Your brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of apprehension replacing the warmth in her eyes. "Intriguing?" you echoed, your curiosity piqued. "How so?"

Elias's gaze intensified, his words carefully chosen. "Your analysis of the cipher embedded in that mundane letter—it's remarkably accurate," he began, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "Almost too accurate for something that's supposed to be purely academic."

You leaned back in your chair, a defensive posture replacing your initial openness. "Are you suggesting I fabricated something?" you retorted, your voice tinged with a hint of indignation.

Elias raised a hand, a placating gesture. "Not at all," he assured you, his tone measured and calm. "Quite the opposite, in fact. I'm suggesting that you may have stumbled upon something far more significant than you realize."

Intrigue battled with apprehension in your expression. "Significant how?" you pressed, your curiosity now fully ignited.

Elias hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he spoke. "Let's just say that some of the methods you've decoded align eerily well with operational techniques still in use today," he revealed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Techniques that certain individuals or groups might prefer remain buried in history."

Your pen hovered over your notebook, your mind racing to process his words. "Are you saying my work could have modern ramifications?" you inquired, your voice laced with a newfound sense of urgency.

Elias nodded slowly, his expression grave. "Precisely," he confirmed, his voice carrying a weight of warning. "While your intentions are undoubtedly noble, publishing your findings might draw attention from those who won't appreciate your insight. Some may see it as a threat."

Your eyes narrowed, your skepticism evident. "Who exactly are 'those'?" you demanded, your voice firm and unwavering. "And why would they care about something from the 1940s?"

Elias offered a faint smile, sidestepping your direct question. "That's not for me to say," he replied, his tone evasive. "I'm merely here as an admirer of your work and, perhaps, a concerned observer. I wouldn't want you to face undue consequences for your brilliance."

You leaned back, your skepticism deepening. "This feels awfully cryptic for a simple coffee meeting," you observed, your voice laced with a hint of suspicion.

Elias chuckled softly, a touch of self-deprecation in his tone. "Forgive me," he apologized, his expression softening. "Old habits die hard. Let me be clear—your research is groundbreaking. But with brilliance comes responsibility. Some truths are safer left to academic circles rather than public discourse."

A tense silence descended upon the table, the clinking of cups and the murmur of conversations fading into the background. Your coffee sat untouched, your mind grappling with the implications of Elias's words. 

You studied him, your intuition picking up on his carefully veiled warning.

"Are you trying to scare me into silence, Mr. Hart?" You finally spoke, your tone firm.

Elias met your gaze evenly. "Not at all. I'm only offering advice from someone who's seen how quickly these things can spiral out of control. You're brilliant, Y/N. But sometimes, shining too brightly can attract the wrong kind of attention."

A tense silence hung between them. Your coffee sat untouched as you absorbed his words.

Five Months Prior

The cozy living room of your and Charles' home was bathed in the warm glow of a late afternoon sun. A cheerful fire crackled in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the room. The furniture was a comfortable blend of modern and classic pieces, reflecting the couple's personalities. You were perched on the couch with your legs crossed, surrounded by a sea of student papers. Vinnie was nestled in your lap, his chubby fingers reaching for the papers with an insatiable curiosity. Charles, amused by the unfolding scene, relaxed in a nearby armchair, observing his wife and son with a loving smile.

You let out a sigh as you attempted to focus on the paper in your hand. "Vinnie, honey," you pleaded gently, "could you please not touch that one? Mommy has to grade it."

Vinnie responded with a mischievous giggle, his grip tightening on the paper as he pulled it towards himself. His wide eyes sparkled with delight as he babbled happily, leaving a trail of drool and crumpled papers in his wake. Unnoticed by you, a stray pencil had found its way into his hand, and he began to scribble enthusiastically on one of the papers.

Charles chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. "Looks like Vinnie's helping you with your work, Y/N," he teased. "Maybe he's got some valuable insights."

You rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "Oh, really?" you retorted playfully. "What do you think he'd say? 'Grade it harder, Mommy'?"

Charles' laughter filled the room. "I can't imagine that's the feedback you're hoping for," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But who knows? Maybe he's the next great historian."

You held up a paper adorned with a bright red mark. "I'm not sure any historian would use a crayon to grade papers," you quipped, "but we'll see if his method works."

As if on cue, Vinnie snatched a crayon from the coffee table and began to scribble furiously on the paper in front of you. You stared at the colorful marks for a moment, struggling to maintain your composure.

"Sweetie," you said gently, trying to guide his hand away, "that's not how we grade papers."

Charles leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," he said, his voice laced with playful teasing, "Vinnie's technique is definitely unique. Maybe you should try it. Who needs all these red marks and comments when you've got artistic expression?"

You laughed, glancing at Charles with a raised eyebrow. "You'd love it if I graded papers this way," you retorted. "A crayon-scarred paper is your idea of perfect, I'm sure."

Charles grinned, his eyes lighting up. "I just think the child's got vision," he declared. "It's raw, but it's got potential."

You watched as Vinnie continued his 'work' with unwavering enthusiasm, a smile tugging at your lips. "At this rate," you mused, "I'll have to find a way to make this art official. 'Professor Vincent’s grading system: a revolution in academia.'"

Vinnie, oblivious to the amusement he was causing, let out a squeal of delight and threw a small stack of papers onto the floor in his excitement. You picked one up and glanced at it, then looked at Charles with an exaggerated sigh.

"Well," you declared with a hint of mock resignation, "I guess the grade doesn't matter if he's this cute, right?"

Charles burst into laughter. "Exactly," he agreed. "You can always blame the messy grades on the assistant professor." He gestured towards Vinnie, a wide grin on his face. "His methods are... unorthodox, but I'd say they have charm."

You smiled, shaking your head. "You're both troublemakers," you said affectionately, "you know that?"

Charles' expression softened as he leaned forward, his voice filled with warmth. "But you love it," he said gently. "You love us, even when we make your life difficult."

Your gaze shifted from Vinnie to Charles, your heart overflowing with love. "I do," you admitted, your voice filled with emotion. "I'm just not sure about these grading methods, though."

Charles rose from his chair and crossed the room to sit beside you on the couch. Vinnie, still happily scribbling on a piece of paper in your lap, looked up at his father with a bright smile.

"We'll help you," Charles said, his voice filled with reassurance. "Vinnie and I. I'll handle the papers. He’ll handle the crayons. It’s teamwork.”

You chuckled and brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "Teamwork, huh? Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm better off doing this on my own."

Charles smiled warmly as he sat beside you, Vinnie still happily scribbling on a piece of paper in your lap, "Well, if you change your mind, you know where we'll be—right here, ready to help. We've got plenty of crayons between us."

You laughed softly, watching as Vinnie triumphantly held up his crayon-scribbled masterpiece. "I can see that."

Charles looked at you, his voice lowering, genuine warmth in his tone. "You're doing a great job, Y/N. You know that, right?"

You sighed, leaning into him for a moment as Vinnie continued to make a mess of the papers. "I'm doing my best. And you two keep me grounded—just, maybe not with the crayons next time."

Charles grinned. "Deal. But I'm still going to suggest that grading system. It's got legs."

Present

The dim light cast long, eerie shadows across the room, dancing on the walls of the townhouse. you sat at the dining table, your face illuminated by the warm glow of a solitary lamp. Before you lay a folder, its contents spill out onto the polished wood surface. Fake passports with unfamiliar faces stared back at you, coded messages written in a language you didn't understand, and dossiers on individuals you’d never encountered. Your hands trembled as you sifted through the documents, your heart pounding in your chest. The revelations were a gut punch, a sickening mix of disbelief and profound heartbreak.

The silence was shattered by the jangling of keys and the soft click of the door. Charles stepped into the dimly lit room, his coat glistening with raindrops, his usual air of composed confidence replaced by a flicker of unease as his eyes fell upon you and the scattered documents.

"Y/N... What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with caution, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Your eyes met his, your gaze sharp and accusatory. "You tell me, Charles. Or should I say 'The Jackell'?"

Charles froze mid-step, his jaw tightening. "Put that down, Y/N. It's not what you think."

You rose abruptly, clutching the folder to your chest like a shield. "Not what I think? Then tell me what it is! Tell me why my husband has fake passports, dossiers on strangers, and documents that look like they came from a spy movie. What are you, Charles? Who are you?"

Charles took a hesitant step closer, his tone steady but his eyes betraying his apprehension. "I'm still the man you married."

You let out a bitter laugh. "The man I married? The man I married doesn't sneak around, lie to my face, and come home with blood on his hands!"

"I lied to protect you," Charles said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You slammed the folder onto the table, your voice filled with rage. "Protect me from what? The truth? Or the danger you've brought into this house? Into our son's life?"

Charles took a deep breath, his voice low and steady. "From the world I live in. It's not a world you'd survive, Y/N. It's ugly, it's dangerous, and it's full of people who'd do anything to get to me—including hurting you and Vinnie."

"Don't you dare put this on me," you spat, your voice dripping with fury. "I didn't ask for this life. I didn't ask for lies or secrets or a husband I don't even recognize anymore!"

Charles's voice rose, his carefully constructed mask slipping. "You think this is easy for me? You think I wanted this? Every day I come home wondering if it's the last time I'll see you or hold our son. I've done everything I can to keep this from touching you, and now it has because you wouldn't leave it alone!"

Tears streamed down your face as you shook your head. "Don't you dare blame me for this, Charles. You built this lie. You built our life on it. And now it's crumbling, and I'm the one picking up the pieces."

Charles stepped closer, his voice soft but intense. "I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted this life for you. But you need to understand—if I'd told you the truth, you'd be in even more danger."

"I'm already in danger!" You cried, your voice breaking. "Vinnie is in danger! How can I trust anything you say when your whole life is a lie?"

Desperation tinged Charles's voice as he spoke, his words trembling with emotion. "Because I love you. Because every choice I've made has been to protect you and Vinnie. I can't undo what I am, Y/N, but I can promise you that nothing—nothing—is more important to me than keeping you safe."

A heavy silence filled the room. Finally, you spoke, your voice quiet but firm. "Then tell me the truth. No more lies. No more secrets. If you want me to stay, if you want me to even think about trusting you again, you have to tell me everything."

Charles looked at you, his expression heavy with resignation. "If I do that, there's no going back. Once you know, you'll never be free of it."

You held his gaze, your own unwavering. "I'm already not free of it. You owe me the truth, Charles."

Charles sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair before sitting down across from you. His shoulders slumped, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable.

"Alright," he said quietly, "I'll tell you. But you need to understand... once you know, you'll be a part of this. There's no walking away."

You steeled herself and replied, "I'm already a part of it, whether I like it or not. Start talking."

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his favorite hoodie ・ VHACKER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.

SYNOPSIS. you're wearing one of vinnie's hoodies and he can't help but express how beautiful you look in his clothing.

WARNING(S). fluff | fem!reader | smutty smut smut | breast play / nipple play | explicit language.

KARI NOTES. writers block is a pain in my fucking ass :(

you were nestled against the headboard of your bed, lazily scrolling through your phone as hera dozed cozily in your lap. soft patters of rain could be heard gently falling outside the windows, the steady rhythm adding to the cozy atmosphere. your furry companion let out a contented sigh in her sleep, and you smiled down at her fondly while scratching behind her ears.

it was rare for LA to see such a heavy downpour, the skies an unusually dark gray for the normally sunny city. you were certainly not complaining, enjoying the excuse to have a lazy, indoor day tucked safely in bed. your fingers wandered absently to the front pocket of the oversized black hoodie you were wearing, trying not to smile too hard as you thought of its rightful owner. it was vinnie's favorite seattle sweatshirt you had "borrowed" from his closet the other day, hoping it still smelled faintly of his cologne.

pulling the hood up over your head, you inhaled deeply and sighed happily at the lingering traces of vinnie's scent surrounding you like a comforting hug. the material was worn and soft against your skin, and combined with hera's comforting weight on your lap it made for the perfect cozy atmosphere for a lazy rainy day. you could hear Vinnie talking animatedly in the other room as he streamed, his voice slightly muffled through the walls but still bringing a smile to your face at his enthusiasm and humor.

time passed lazily as you switched between browsing apps on your phone and petting hera, perfectly contented for the foreseeable future. before long though, you started to hear things winding down in the other room, vinnie's voice growing quieter as the stream came to an end. hera picked her sleepy head up at the sound of approaching footsteps, tail wagging lethargically. the bedroom door opened to reveal vinnie, his face breaking into a blindingly happy grin upon seeing you curled up cozily in bed.

"hey baby," he greeted warmly, padding over at hera's insistent tail wags. you returned his smile, heart melting as it always did at his overflowing affection. "hey. stream go well?" vinnie flopped down playfully beside you both, immediately fussing over hera's silky ears. "yeah, it was chill, played a few rounds with jett and jordan. hope you guys weren't too bored without me." you rolled your eyes playfully. "we managed to entertain ourselves somehow, don't worry."

hera stood and stretched her legs before hopping off the bed, clearly sensing you would both appreciate some alone time now. vinnie's eyes flickered to your attire, an unreadable expression crossing his features. "is that... my hoodie?" he asked slowly, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically shy as a blush rose on his cheeks. you suddenly felt bashful too under his intense gaze, pulling the drawstrings teasingly. "maybe. found it in the closet and it looked cozy." his grin turned a shade more playful and hungry.

"it looks way better on you though, i gotta say." leaning closer until your noses almost touched, he added lowly, "you just look so pretty wearing my clothes, baby." before you could respond or even register the unexpected compliment fully, vinnie's lips were on yours, kissing you firmly yet gently. you squeaked in surprise against his lips, hands grasping his hoodie strings in shock before relaxing into the affection. his kisses were always soft yet passionate, somehow conveying all his underlying adoration without words.

you kissed him back fervently, eyes fluttering shut to savor the butterflies his touch always sparked anew within you. vinnie shifted impossibly closer, hand sliding up your neck to cradle your jaw as he deepened the kiss hungrily. a soft moan escaped your throat at the intimacy, head spinning deliciously at his sudden ardor. when you finally parted for air, vinnie traced light pecks along your flushed cheeks and forehead, smile sheepish yet vibrant with undisguised fondness.

"sorry, you just looked so pretty wearing my stuff, i couldn't help myself." you chuckled, heart, swelling almost uncomfortably full. his honest displays of affection never failed to overwhelm you with joy and self-confidence. running your fingers through the soft hairs at his nape, you tugged him back for another long, lingering kiss, pouring all your wordless adoration into it. vinnie rumbled happily in his chest, embrace growing bolder as he maneuvered you onto your back, settling flush between your thighs.

his insistent kisses soon had you gasping and grasping at his broad shoulders, lost in sensations only he could invoke so thoroughly. when you parted again, vinnie gazed down at you with eyes dark yet piercingly tender, taking your breath away all over again. "i love you," he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. your own throat grew tight, at the open care and devotion in his words and countenance. "i love you too," you replied in an undertone, willing your love to shine through as purely in your hushed confession.

vinnie's beaming smile could have rivaled the sun itself in radiance, illuminated with unbridled affection for you that never ceased to humble and hearten your soul. dipping his head once more, he slanted his lips sweetly, slowly over yours as if to seal that intangible bond binding your hearts and lives inextricably together. the rain pattered calmly on as you lost yourself in his kiss, all external distractions falling away until only you both existed in that singular connection.

eager hands began to roam and explore more hungrily, re-memorizing hidden curves and dips through the familiar layers separating flesh from flesh. a breathy moan sounded when vinnie delicately nipped your bottom lip, granting him immediate entrance to slip his talented tongue inside in a teasing caress. his kisses left you lightheaded and aching for more, a fire igniting low in your belly imploring to be stoked higher.

you scratched lightly at his scalp through soft curls, delighting in the rumbling growl emanating deep within his chest at the intimate contact. vinnie always responded so carnally yet tenderly to your every touch, making you feel cherished yet irresistibly desired all at once. he balanced worshipping and seeking worship so effortlessly it left your head spinning. your wandering palms traced the chiseled planes of his back through his shirt before skimming lower, gripping his flexing backside to grind your heat against his thickening clothed length.

a guttural groan rumbled from his throat, grinding his hardening cock insistently against your clothed core in retaliation. his questing fingers trailed teasingly up your ribs before closing gently around your throbbing breasts, kneading lightly through the layers separating skin from his eager touch. you cried out softly at the twin sensations of pleasure assaulting your heated nerves, chasing the delightful friction between your joined bodies with ever growing desperation.

"baby, you feel s'fuckin' good," vinnie grounds out, releasing your kiss-swollen lips to mouth hotly along the length of your throat. your answering moan was wantonly loud at the stimulation of the skin on hot skin, arching invitingly into his talented mouth as he sucked purple marks into the delicate flesh. his large palms continued massaging your aching mounds before slipping lower, fingertips dancing along the hem of your stolen sweatshirt to graze the soft skin beneath teasingly.

you keened high in your throat at the electrified tingles racing across your flesh, tangling your fingers in vinnie's soft curls to guide his greedy mouth back up to claim your lips once more. his tongue dueled ardently with yours as his palms finished hiking the oversized hoodie up your torso, calloused fingers rediscovering every curve and dip of your torso. your nipples pebbled tightly at the chilled air hitting your now bare skin, aching desperately for his touch once more.

as if sensing your need, vinnie palmed your breasts, simultaneously sucking your bottom lip between his teeth to tug playfully. you gasped at the sensation, arching higher into the cage of his massive frame with abandon. vinnie's low groan of approval sent fresh heat spiraling low in your belly, hips canting needily up in search of friction. his deft touch rolled and pinched your delicate buds expertly, coaxing breathy cries of bliss from your parted lips with each practiced twist and caress.

just when you thought you couldn't take anymore electrified pleasure, vinnie surprised you by trailing open-mouthed kisses lower, tracing a path down your throat, between your breasts, stopping to lavish extra attention on your aching nipples. hot tears pricked your eyes at the sheer bliss of his hot mouth closing around one tiny peak, flicking his tongue determinedly as his calloused palm rolled the twin bud tantalizingly. the sensations were almost unbearably exquisite, limbs trembling uncontrollably as climax approached fiercely.

"vinnie," you gasped brokenly, carding your fingers urgently through his hair to hold him impossibly closer against your heaving chest.

he hummed approvingly against your tender flesh, sending delicious vibrations all the way to your core. he switched his eager mouth to your other longing peak, lavishing equal attention until you were keening deliriously beneath him.

"you're so perfect," he breathed hotly, kissing a path lower still until stopping to meet your desperate gaze. his eyes shone with unrestrained longing and adoration that stole what little breath remained in your lungs. "can i taste you, sweet girl?"

you could only whimper and nod frantically, beyond coherent words in your haze of need. vinnie didn't hesitate, grasping the waistband of your biker shorts and panties in one large hand to tug down your legs with practiced efficiency. cool air caressed your bare heat for mere moments before his scalding mouth replaced the void, licking a broad stripe directly up your dripping slit.

"oh!" you cried out piercingly, back arching off the mattress at the exquisitely electric contact. vinnie hummed approvingly, swirling his tongue around your throbbing clit in tight, teasing circles. your hands flew to grasp at his soft hair desperately, bucking helplessly into his greedy mouth as ecstasy ricocheted through every vein.

he lapped eagerly at your slick folds, greedily drinking in your essence like a man dying of thirst. his finger toyed teasingly at your clenching entrance, just barely grazing inside to elicit high-pitched keens of pure bliss. vinnie swirled his gifted tongue expertly around your swollen bud, sucking it between his lips to lavish intoxicating suction before parting to trace figure eights in long, languid strokes.

white hot pleasure spiraled impossibly higher with each practiced stroke of his talented muscle, muscles contracting tightly in your impending release. "vinnie, i'm so close," you whimpered, fingers tugging pleadingly at his curls. he groaned appreciatively against your weeping core, the vibrations shooting straight to your tightening core.

fingers curled expertly inside your clasping walls in tandem with his tireless oral ministrations, coaxing you fluidly over the precipice with unparalleled skill. colors exploded violently behind your screwed-shut lids as your climax crashed over you in immense, rolling waves, muscles spasming uncontrollably around vinnie's digits. he lapped eagerly through your pulsing release, helping you ride out every aftershock before trailing gentle kisses back up your quivering form.

vinnie pressed tender kisses along your heaving chest as you descended from ecstatic highs, mind blank yet abuzz. his lips paused to suckle gently at your distended nipples once more, stoking flickers of fresh pleasure through your satiated nerves.

"you taste so sweet," he murmured against your fluttering skin, lust-hazy eyes flickering up to gauge your receptiveness. finding your gaze hooded yet eager, vinnie's lips quirked in a lazy smirk. "but we aren't finished just yet, princess."

his muscular frame caged you back into the plush mattress, grinding the substantial length still confined by his jeans against your sensitive core. you moaned at the delicious friction, hips canting up greedily to meet each roll. vinnie's lips captured yours in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste your essence on his eager tongue.

your hands roamed hungrily over his straining muscles, urgency resurging tenfold at his evident desire yet tenderness. never ceasing his attentive grinding, vinnie rid himself of constraining layers with practiced efficiency, freeing his thick cock to nuzzle teasingly at your slick entrance.

a shuddering gasp tore from your throat at the scalding contact, simultaneously begging for fulfillment yet cherishing the lingering intimacy. vinnie reached between you to languidly circle your swollen clit once more, coaxing thighs to part impossibly wider on a broken cry.

"you ready?" he rasped, peering down with such care you felt fit to burst. all you could do was whimper and nod frantically, clutching at his broad shoulders as your bodies joined with marvelous perfection.

[visualbutterflysworld]

girl you write sub!vininie so good i love it 🫦

gotta request for you !!!

if you haven’t already, how about one where vin & reader get into an argument because some girl commented on vinnies insta post (reader and vin have been together for a few months, but they’re relationship is private), so no one knows he’s not single.

the girl is so obviously hitting on / flirting w vin but he tells reader it’s not like that and that he swears up and down he only wants her

reader doesn’t fully believe him so she takes matter into her own hands and shows him who he’s with and who he belongs too

it’s to the point where she’s got him moaning and whining n callin her mommy (need this man like that rn thank yewww 😇)

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE , im not used to requesting stuff but i feel like you would do an amazing job w this idea !!! <33

Streets | Vhackerr

warning: smut, low-key rough?, sub!vinnie, argument?, jealousy, organism denial, unprotected(birth control),

I gotcha !! This was supposed to come out tmr but I felt nice today.

Rage. Rage was what filled you. Vinnie had just posted on instagram and the comments were just him getting hit on and it pissed you off more today than usually.

Maybe it was because Vinnie decided to respond to one. This blue eyed bitch decide it would be cute to flirt with Vinnie in the comments and to him it seemed innocent but to you it wasn't.

This was one of the problems Vinnie and you faced since being in a private relationship. You knew how his fans could get and you liked your privacy. You not being in the limelight at all made things easier for you guys but, it was times like this where you wished he would make it public.

"Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Vinnie shouted. "No, because you're just coming up with excuses on why she wasn't flirting with you." I said plainly. Vinnie sighed before wrapping his arms around you. "Baby, does it really matter? I only want you, you know that." "Really?" I scowled at him.

"Yes, tell me what you want, love. Do you want me on my knees?" I watched as Vinnie slowly began to fall to his knees. His hands resting on the back of my thighs. "I'll do anything you want to make you believe I'm yours." Vinnie said giving me puppy eyes.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Touch yourself." I commend. "W-what?" Vinnie asked. "Touch yourself. Right here. Right now." I demanded. I heard the faintest whimper before Vinnie unbutton his pants and pulled out his number. He slowly began to stroke himself. "Like this mommy?" Vinnie stared up at me without stopping. I hummed in approval. I let him do this for a few seconds before telling him to speed up.

His head thrown back in pleasure. "Mommy, I'm about to come." "You are?" "Mmh." "Stop." I told him. Vinnie's eyes shot open as he paused his actions. "You don't get to come." I shrugged. "What? But. I." Vinnie stumbled his words. I kneeled down so we were eye to eye. "Good boys get to come and you haven't been a good boy now have you?" I asked.

Vinnie pouted, tears building up in his eyes almost. "I-I guess not." He swallowed. "That's correct. So you won't come unless I tell you so." I stood up and took a mental picture of this version of Vinnie. "I have work to do so find something to do."

Listen, I know it was mean but he had to learn who he belong to and he needed a good reminder. "Y/nnn." Vinnie whined. It had been a few hours and we were now in bed. "Y/n please. I need to come. I've been a good boy these past few hours. I even delated her comments, mommy." He kissed my neck.

“Is that so.” I move my hand down his waistband, slowly rubbing him. Poor thing had soaked his boxers. He moaned loudly from the contact. “Y-yes.” He began to claw at my beasts. Rubbing and squeezing them.

“I want one.” He whined. “What do you want baby?” “One of your boobs.” I smiled at his neediness. I stop stroking him. He pouted and whined but I quickly undressed him and myself. “Fuck, mommy. You’re so pretty.” He reached for me but I smacked his arms away. “No. No touching until I say.” I slowly crawled onto him and slowly lowered myself. Both of us moaning at the contact. I began to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck, m-mommy.” “Tell me, who does this dick belong to?” I place my hands on his chest holding myself up. “You, mommy! All you! Please, let me touch you.” He cried. I began to move faster. “Say it again! Who fucks you this good? Who gets you this hard?” I asked. “You, Y/n! Mommy! Fuck i-.” He threw his head back. “Please let me touch you.”

I leaned down and kissed his neck. “Touch me baby. Touch mommy wherever you want.” I whispered and a bunch of thank yous came out as he began to touch me all over. “Fuck mommy, I’m gonna come.” I fasten my pace. I moved my hand around his neck. Giving him a good squeeze.

“You’re gonna come?” He nods. “Look at me.” He struggles at first but looks at me. “I’m the only one who makes you come! You understand that?” He wraps his arms around my back fucking back into me. “Yes, mommy. Only you can make me come!” He yelled out.

I kiss him roughly and fasten up. “Gonna be a good boy and come with me?” I ask. He nods furiously. I kiss him roughly. “Then come baby. Come with me.” I whisper in his ear and let out a moan as I feel my climax take over me. He moans out and I feel him shoot a large load inside me. He fucks us through our high before he falls back on the bed, taking me with him.

We lay there awhile trying to catch our breath. Him still inside me. “I think we should let the public know you’re taken.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “Sounds good.” As he tightens his hold on me. “Good.”

🧍🏽‍♀️ ummm hope y’all enjoyed?

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

virgin no more - a vinnie hacker smut

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

cw: softdom!vinnie, sub!reader, praise kink, pussy eating, vanilla sex, soft sex, creampie, smut. this is an nsfw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don't, i'm not your mother

summary: you lose your virginity to your best friend vinnie

i’ve been thinking about it for so long and i feel that this time, it’s right. for years now, i’ve been a virgin. sure, i’ve had my fair share of kisses and makeout sessions in my past relationships, but i’ve never had sex with my past partners. one, i wasn’t ready and two, i’m terrified of losing it to someone i don’t trust with my heart and soul. but lately, i’ve been having thoughts about losing it to my best friend vinnie. vinnie and i have been best friends since his high school days in seattle. we both moved to la when he blew up on tiktok and now we’re both living in his new recently brought apartment.

it’s not my fault though! have you seen the man?! from his chiseled jawline to his perfectly sculpted god-like body that has been carved by the angels in heaven, he’s just simply irresistible. not only that, his personality is truly one of a kind. the sweetest, most caring human being on planet earth who wears his heart on his sleeve. the only problem is, he’s my best friend and i’m scared that he may not feel the same way that i feel about him. what if I ruin my friendship with him? that would be super awkward and embarrassing. then again, he hasn’t ruined our friendship every time he brings a girl home and fucks her senseless that she basically stumbles out of the house the next morning. 

after taking the time to build up some courage, i decide it’s time.

“hey, vin. can i ask you something?”

“of course, what’s up?”

“this may be super awkward and embarrassing and you don’t have to answer, but what’s it like not being a virgin?”

“woah, um. it’s great, i guess. why you asking?”

“i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’m ready to lose my virginity.”

“that’s great, go for it!”

“i want to lose it to you.”

the silence in the room is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to cut it with a knife. vinnie and i sit opposite each other, our minds racing over what just transpired. great, i just ruined the most amazing friendship i could ever ask for. 

“you want me to take your virginity?”

“yes. i trust you with my whole life. and i love you so much.”

“i love you so much. can i please kiss you?”

“please.”

he slowly leans in to capture my lips in one of the most passionate kisses i’ve ever had. the kiss is soft yet so hot. i feel him tug at the bottom of my shirt, wanting to take it off. i reach down to take it off my body, his eyes zoned in on my chest. his kisses move to my chest, kissing the tops of my tits before making his way down my cleavage. i unclasp my bra and remove it, letting it drop to the floor. 

“they’re so pretty, oh my god. can i please touch?”

“of course, vin. they’re all yours.” i smile at him.

vinnie groans before using his big, strong hands to grope at my tits. squeezing, massaging, licking, sucking and biting, all of these combined had me weak in the knees. he’s making me feel so good right now, and we haven’t even had sex! i drop to my knees in front of him, the feeling of being so aroused is making me dizzy. my eyes are level with vinnie’s growing bulge. he looks big, is he going to fit? oh my lord, he’s not going to fit. i start pulling down his sweats, wanting to desperately see what he’s hiding. i release him from the confines of his underwear. jesus christ, he’s not fitting. there’s no way that all of THAT is going to fit inside. 

“like what you see, princess?” he smirks.

“yeah i do. it’s so… big.”

“as much as i want your mouth around it, tonight’s about you.”

he grabs me by the back of my thigh, scooping me up into his arms. he gently throws me onto our bed before crawling up to me and placing a sweet kiss on my lips. he moves down my body, stopping at my panties. he looks up at me, a cute yet seductive smile plastered on his face.

“can i take these off, sweetheart? wanna see what i’m working with.”

“yes.” i breathe out, my heart racing and head spinning

he slowly removes my panties, gasping at the sight in front of him. he tosses my panties to the side before licking a stripe up my pussy with his tongue, earning a moan from me. i feel his tongue suck and lick at my clit, the feeling of pleasure rushing through my veins. 

“you okay, sweetheart?”

“yes, please keep going. it feels unreal.”

vinnie continues his actions, only this time, he speeds them up. my little bundle of nerves that have never been touched by a man before are so alive and so sensitive, i can barely form any words now. i suddenly feel a tightness in my stomach. is this what i think it is?

“vinnie, i-“

“you close, baby?”

“i don’t know. my stomach hurts though.”

“you’re close to having an orgasm. want me to keep going?”

“yes! please don’t stop! i need to know what it feels like.”

vinnie sucks and licks my clit a little more before i feel a strange rush through my body. my legs shake at the intense pleasure, my stomach contorts and my pussy clenches at fresh air. my breathing is rapid but is soon calm as he slowly stops his actions.

“you did such a good job, baby. i’m so proud of you. you ready for my cock now?”

“i think so.”

“if it hurts, we’ll stop okay? i promise to go slow and make you feel good.”

“okay.”

vinnie lubes his cock up and jerks it for a bit before aligning it at my entrance. he slowly pushes in, the pain almost unbearable. 

“want me to stop?”

“no, i’m okay. you can keep going.”

he pushes himself all the way in, bottoming out when he’s fully inside. we both moan at the feeling. i slightly adjust to make sure it fits and won’t destroy me. i nod my head, signalling to vinnie to move. he starts to slowly rock in and out of my pussy. the pain instantly becomes pleasure again as he fucks my walls. i wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him closer to me. he leans over, hovering over my figure before placing a kiss to my forehead.

“oh vin, you feel so good. i love you.”

“i love you more, sweetheart. god, i’m so glad you chose to lose your vigirnity to me.”

our lips connect in a passionate kiss. vinnie wraps his arms around my back, holding me close so that our chests are touching. he continues rocking into me and making me feel oh so good. i feel that strange rush coming back again, this time it’s stronger and right on the edge.

“oh vin, i’m close.”

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my cock for me.”

vinnie thrusts one last time and i feel all the same sensations from when he ate me out. 

“oh fuck, pretty girl. you did so good, i’m gonna cum now okay?”

“please cum inside me, vincent. i need you so bad.”

vinnie moans at my words and it doesn’t take him long before he’s shooting ropes up and around my walls. i moan and whimper at the warmth inside me, watching it as it slowly leaks out. he pulls out and flops on the other side of the bed. 

“that was amazing. you’re seriously the best.”

“glad you enjoyed, princess. now let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

he kisses my lips before scooping me up into his arms as we go to clean up our mess. i can now say that i’m a virgin no more and that my virginity has been taken by the one and only vinnie hacker.

[koiiiji]

Hello! This is my first time asking a question and I don't know if that's how it's done, but if it's okay, could I do some HC's about Vinny as the older brother of a female reader who feels a certain attraction wooin? I'm sorry if you don't understand! English is not my first language TT

author note : firstly thank you for your request!! it is exactly how you doing it, just explaining your ideas and oh gosh saying hi/hello! also don’t worry, i understood everything, eng isn’t my first language either😭

secondly, wooin is literally drug dealer who approximately 23+(?) and if vinny (19) would have younger sister she probably same age or younger.. so i don’t want to be annoying person and reject your request so let’s just imagine that reader would be older sister or like twin and few minutes older🥹

pairing : wooin x vinny’s sis! reader

tws: sfw, friend’s sister, angst, wooin being cocky unserious

✧ and first things said first vinny isn’t happy.

✧ he aware of what wooin doing and generally doesn’t count sabbath as his friends, he simply wants to win championships and prove to himself and to everyone that he is worth something.

✧ vinny feels high responsibility for you and your mom as he is a only man in family who should protect his girls. so he doesn’t count you as older one, even if you always joke about it. he also not really happy about your presence in any of his teams.. like woman, what are you even doing here, go to school and mind your own business (he is grumpy but in loving way, don’t get him wrong)

✧ so your attendance in sabbath crew isn’t welcome, at least by vinny. with everyone else it’s questionable - hyeok honestly doesn’t care, as long as you don’t cause any additional headache and loud, and he can have banana milk he is okay with you. hajun also usually doesn’t care about your presence, he find you nice girl, and may share small talk with you when you pet his puppy, but nothing serious, he is happy that he have boys as younger siblings, because he couldn’t stand company like sabbath for his sister.

✧ and here we go with wooin. boy has no boundaries in communication, he knows that you are old enough to make your own decisions, so dissatisfied looks from your brother won’t stop him.

✧ believe me - he knows about your attraction towards him, he isn’t stupid and he have eyes, he see with what kind of look you gave him each time.

✧ but does he share same emotions towards you? low possibility. same as joker he understands vinny’s feelings at some point, he wouldn’t be happy if his sister would hang out or even date someone like him, but he still is very cocky type of guy, and he doesn’t mind your company at all as long as you don’t bring up any serious topics.

✧ he likes attention, and especially he likes attention from pretty girls like you, so he would definitely joke around with you, flirt, having your contact under cute name, but it never something too serious, same with physical contact - as he gives vibe of really touch starved guy - yes, he may hug you, hold you under elbow, pat your head and touch your shoulders, he may buy you drinks or snacks time to time, but nothing more, like he wouldn’t let you go into his private life, he have his limits.

✧ for him it would be some kind of game, and he genuinely thought that you have same feelings like him - nothing serious, just sharing some flirting jokes, some unspoken tension, but he would never talk about it. he wouldn’t be happy if you bring up topic about feelings either. he expect you to just move on from it when you get bored by simple jokes, light hugs and no first steps from him.

✧ wooin doesn’t believe in friendship between girl and boy, if it only friendship with benefits, then it could work for him. but he would rather again start working with that white haired bitch sangho then have friendship with benefits with you, because wooin just knows that your brother will not just kill him, but make him suffer from what he did to you.

✧ so all in all if you okay to just some flirting time to time, every night thoughts “does he really likes me?or he just act that way”, instability in communication and generally some trauma from emotional swings you are in right place!!

✧ but don’t worry, you always have juwon who shows suspiciously more annoying attention☠️

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author note : goshhhh sorry!! i didn’t expect to write this as angst, but it was very first thing that came up when i saw your request!! B-B-BUT, i still genuinely believe that as long as wooin would find someone who he really attracted to he would act differently!!

⊹ xo - xo ⊹

[beansprean]

MORE ATLANTIS AU...

ty to @gerandor for the persian translations <3

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1. Full body of Guillermo, dressed like Milo Thatch from Atlantis in jodhpurs and a tank top, sitting up against a mossy rock. The crucifix around his neck is tucked to one side under his shirt, and the strap on the opposite side is shrugged off his shoulder to reveal a small cut under his collarbone. Nandor, dressed in an Atlantic version of his usual outfit in purples and blues, leans in over him, one hand braced on Guillermo's knee, to lick the wound. Guillermo is startled at this, turning bright red.

2a. Full body of human Nadja dressed like Audrey in overalls, boots, and a flat cap. She is lounging on the ground, one elbow braced on her knee to lean her knuckles on her cheek. A voice offscreen asks, "What happened to your sister?" Nadja replies casually, "She's 24 and 0 with a shot at the title next month. In a separate bubble is a smal drawing of Dolly with her hair in twin buns, wearing a sports bra and boxing gloves. 2b. Waist up of human Laszlo dressed as Sweet, in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. Guillermo, the side of his face visible in the foreground, nervously asks, "...Where did you get your medical license again?" Laszlo looks at him with a confused grin, holding up a shiny metal saw in his hand, and responds, "My what?" 2c. Bust of Colin Robinson, dressed as a mixture of Mole and Vinny in a gray turtleneck, brown fingerless gloves, and leather bomber hat with goggles and a lit flex light, on a striated brown background. He is holding up one finger and explaining, "It's arkose! Appears to be made from mainly quartz and feldspar, so one can presume there was volcanic activity nearby in the last few thousand years that formed it. If the caldera is still present, it's almost certainly dormant based on the strata patterns. In looking at the thickness and statistically likely set of materials we can't currently see, this gorgeous wall of rock has to be at least a 7 on the Mohs hardness scale. Which was introduced in 1812 and is therefore consistent with our 1914 setting." 2d. Repeat. Colin grins, eyes going large and excited as he holds up a lit stick of dynamite and declares, "All this to say, we could dig it, and I would love how time-consuming and tedious it would be, but we're probably better off blowing it up."

3a. Waist up of Guillermo on a foresty background of hanging lichen and persian silk, a satchel slung across his shoulders and an old book titled 'vampyr' clutched to his chest. He has one finger held up in his free hand, looking upwards in concentration as he attempts to speak in persian. He says ما قصد جنگ نداریم, meaning "we don't intend to fight," but mispronounces قصد (ghasd) as کصد (kasd). Nandor, standing in front of him and fiddling his fingers together, grimaces at this and says "Ehhhmm... Perhaps you can just speak in English?" 3b. Full body from behind as they walk away together, Nandor with his hands held loosely behind his back and Guillermo stuffing his book back into his bag. He asks, "Was it that bad?" Nandor replies, "Eeh, I have heard worse. But you speak it through your nose." He then repeats (ghasd) with proper pronunciation, which Guillermo attempts to emulate but pronounces even more incorrectly as گصد (gas).

4a. Waist up of Guillermo on a misty background, soaking wet with his tank top clinging to him and his crucifix shining around his neck. Two shadowy figures at each shoulder are holding his arms behind his back. Guillermo struggles against them and shouts angrily, "This was all for a stupid hat??" 4b. Knees up of human Simon the Devious as Commander Rourke, dressed in a green tank top tucked into khakis. He is holding up the witch's skin hat reverently in both hands and turns his face toward Guillermo with an unhinged grin, eyes wide and fully out of touch with reality. He replies, "Did I plan, fund, and retain international clearance for a long term undersea expedition to lands unknown for the sole purpose of regaining access to Laszlo's personal effects that I might take back what is rightfully mine - this witch's clit of a hat? Yes. Yes, I did." Behind him, Laszlo and Nadja stand in shocked anger and resigned irritation, respectively. /end ID

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Sinclair surprise

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Sinclair twins x reader

Warnings: SMUT, THREESOME, there is no twincest (thats gross)

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An: my first house of wax fic!

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I was lying on the bed when I heard the sound of a key sliding into the lock. Time loses all meaning when there's nothing to do but wait for one of the Sinclair boys to come and untie me and today I was being treated to something special: a visit from both of the twins. A thrill ran through me. The door opened, and Bo walked in. "Baby doll, we have a surprise for you," he said. Vincent followed him in, closing and locking the door behind him. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed seeing them together until now. "Look at her, Vinny she already looks desperate and we just walked through the door." said Bo, and I could hear the amusement in his voice."Fuck you," I spat. My pussy was already so wet and I was so turned on. Bo raised an eyebrow. "You want to play?" he asked me. I looked up at the two of them.

Both of them came over to the bed, and Vincent untied my wrists from the bed while Bo untied my ankles. When I was free, they let me sit up and both of them sat down next to me.

Vincent and Bo looked at each other their eyes both sparkling with mischief. Bo leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Are you ready for us to use you together to have your pussy stuffed with two cocks?" he asked. I bit my lip, imagining them both sliding inside me.

"Will you both fuck me at the same time?" I asked. Vincent nodded, "But first we're going to play a little game with you." I was already soaked just from imagining what they were going to do to me. Both of them leaned in close and ran their hands over me, and I moaned softly at the feeling of their fingers gliding over my skin. "Look at you," Bo said, "I've never seen anyone this wet before," he added. He reached out and rubbed my pussy for a second, and then took his hand away. "You're so eager to be our little whore." "Fuck you," I said, arching my body up in an effort to try to find some relief. Vincent reached down and touched me, his fingers exploring the wetness between my legs. "Does that feel good, Y/N?" he asked. I nodded, unable to speak. He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned as he slid in and out, then stopped again. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Yes," I said. I was desperate for more. I had never felt this way before with anyone but these two.

Bo leaned in and ran a finger along my lips. "Do you want to suck my cock while Vinny fucks your pussy?" he asked. I opened my mouth, letting him push his finger inside. He moved it in and out slowly, teasing me. "So you do want to suck my cock then? And you want Vinny to fuck your pussy?" I nodded. They both got up and stood on either side of the bed. Vincent undressed while Bo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Y/N," he said. I crawled over to him, and he pulled me into his lap, positioning me so that my back was against his chest and his cock was hard and pressed against my ass. I moved up onto my knees so that my ass was up in the air. Vincent got behind me on the bed and began rubbing his cock against me. I pressed back against him and he groaned as he sank into me."You're going to feel so fucking good," Bo told me. I wrapped my hand around his cock, rubbing the head of it against my lips, then letting it slide inside my mouth. He pushed my head down further, groaning. "That's right. Make sure you get me nice and wet for your tight little ass." He pushed deeper into my throat, making me gag. I could feel Vincent's fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me hard. He pulled out of me and pushed my ass up higher. "Vinny, look at her ass," he told his brother. "It's perfect for fucking." I couldn't help myself I moaned at his words. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you Y/N?" Bo asked. He traced his fingers around my asshole. "Yes," I said, the word coming out choked. I moaned as Bo slid out of my mouth and positioned his cock at my asshole.

"Relax," Bo said as Vincent moved, so that he was lying under me. I moved down onto him, taking his cock back inside me and moaning as Bo pressed inside my ass. It hurt a little but it also felt incredible, both of them fucking me at the same time. Vincent and Bo began to move together. I moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling of two cocks inside me at once. "Fuck," Bo muttered. "She feels so good"

They both thrust into me harder, faster. I was overwhelmed by them but in a good way. My pussy and ass were both stretched tight around them as they fucked me hard. I couldn't last long. I let go of my control and came hard. Vincent groaned and his breathing become heavier. Both of them picked up their pace, fucking me harder. "You're going to make us come," Bo said. I squeezed around them both, desperate to feel them coming inside me. Their cocks felt so good inside me that I couldn't help but keep squeezing.

Groaning as their bodies tightened. They came inside me, filling my ass and pussy with their cum. They both collapsed against the bed, pulling me down with them. "Fuck Y/N," Bo said. "You really are something else." I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep.

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[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

The End- Part Two

chapter warning: get the tissues x masterlist

we're finally here. it's the end! i feel like a proud parent and this is my child... but happy valentines day guys!! i spent most of the day adding the finishing touches to this and even though i'm still not completely happy with it i want to post it anyway!! i've also been getting really invested in the next thing i'm working on... which will be revealed on monday :) also for the final chapter i thought i'd share my playlist that i'd have on whilst writing

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@/MotionlessInWhiteTea:

Why I think Y/n Y/l/n shouldn’t be working in the scene, a thread

Disclaimer: The majority of this is simply rumours, but there is also photo evidence. Personally I think she has been acting very unprofessionally during this tour and I haven’t seen anyone talk about it. So here’s what I have to say.

Your throat dried up, the world around you stopped moving, yet you felt dizzy. This wasn't real, was it?

1/7 First of all, she only got this job because of her connections to Bad Omens- being friends with Bryan. Not because of her skill level or because she’s a good photographer (debatable). I bet she hassled them until she got what she wanted

2/7 Now what I really want to talk about is her unprofessional relationships with the bands. There’s been a picture circulating of her kissing Vinny (miw) at what appeared to be a family party? His family’s party. Why was she even there? [insert picture]

3/7 But this isn’t all, look at the dress she’s wearing in that photo, and then this one [insert picture of you and Noah and the record label party] it’s the same dress. This means people can't say "maybe it was someone who looks like her?" No. it WAS HER

4/7 And even just LAST NIGHT, she was spotted with Noah at a concert, I’ve seen pictures, everyone’s seen the pictures. I’ve also been told by multiple people she was even seen kissing and making out with him towards the end of the show? WHAT THE HELL

5/7 She seems really close with Vinny, have you seen the way she lights up when she talks about him in the interview she did at the festival they played at? and she made excuses to talk about him? They’re always spending time together, and if you looked closely in the background of this picture Vinny posted on his story, he was in his hotel room but you can clearly see her stuff on the bed. I can only assume this means they’ve been sleeping together? [insert picture]

6/7 A lot of people have been speculating, saying she’s been seen leaving hotel rooms with Noah and Vinny on separate occasions, do they know about this? Or is she just the band’s shared groupie who happens to own a camera?

7/7 I really don’t think this is very professional and it needs addressing. She needs to sort this out before even considering a career in the scene- if she’ll have a career since this will forever be haunting her. And, I for one will not be listening to the bands who choose to support her!

You couldn't believe what you were reading.

Everything you had been hiding for weeks, months, was just out there. On the internet.

“Fuck, y/n have you seen this?” Ricky rushes over in a panic, showing you the same post, but you can’t say anything. You don't react.

You swallow hard, standing up from your chair in an attempt to leave, but that was made impossible.

“What’s going on?” Noah asks, rather concerned as comes up behind you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

He catches a glimpse of the picture of you kissing Vinny on Rick’s phone. You feel Noah’s body stiffen all of a sudden, and you turn to look up at him with tears in your eyes, you swallow back the lump in your throat as you shake your head. 

“Noah…” 

“No." He lets go of you. "Ricky, can I?” He nods to his phone, and Rick hands it over to Noah.

You stand there frozen as he scrolls through the post. You hear his breathing become heavier, rougher, the more he read. You could feel the anger, the betrayal, the disappointment almost radiating off of him.

In a desperate attempt, you reach out for him, stumbling over your words.

“I... I can explain…” You stuttered. 

“Oh, you can?” Noah raised his eyebrows, looking down at you with an expression you had never seen on him before, “What the fuck is there to explain?!”

“But…”

“No!” He shouted, and you could see his eyes fill with tears, “I knew it all along. I fucking knew it!" He scoffed, a humourless laugh falling from his lips, "You’ve been lying to me. For three goddamn months?! And this is how I find out?!"

There was nothing you could do, nothing you could say.

"And you had the fucking audacity to tell me you loved me last night? Was that just a lie too? Huh?”

“No!” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hand, “I was going to tell V-”

“I don’t care. I don't fucking care! I trusted you. Y/n, I trusted you. You know exactly how my last relationship ended, and you still do this to me? If that isn’t the biggest fuck you then I don’t know what is.” 

“Can I please have a chance to explain-”

“No! Nothing you can do or say will fix the fact that you’ve been screwing him the entire time we’ve been together!”

“Hey,” Angela piped up, “The two of you were never actually together.”

“That’s not the point, and stay out of this, this is between us." Noah points at you, "You have told me time and time again that there was nothing going on between you and Vin, you were insisting you were just friends, but you were just lying straight to my face! The both of you! I was stupid enough to believe you because I loved you!” 

“Noah, I was scared!” You cry, “It wasn't meant to happen and then... I couldn't stop and... I was scared I’d lose you if you found out! I didn't want-” 

“So I wasn’t good enough for you?” He scoffed, throwing his head back in anger, running a shaky hand through his hair, “I wasn’t enough?”

“No! Noah, please, can we go somewhere else and talk about this?”

“No. You’ve said enough. You've done enough.” He said, shaking his head. You watch a stray tear roll down his cheek, and you feel your heart break into a million pieces. “We’re done, whatever we are, whatever you thought we were, it’s over. I’ve spent years protecting myself from this, because this isn’t the first time I’ve been lied to like this, and you know it. I can’t believe you.”

And with that, he took his keys and left. You wanted to chase him out, follow him and apologise, but your legs wouldn't take you, leaving you to cry your heart out in Angela’s arms. 

“What the fuck was that?” Ryan asked, as the others all stared.

"I think the party's over." Rick sighed, "We'll be lucky if the tour isn't over."

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@/badomensofficial

We regret to announce that, due to personal circumstances within the band, we will not be performing for the last two nights of the Touring The End of The Concrete Jungle Tour. We are so sorry to be announcing this on the date of one of the shows, but this decision was incredibly difficult, but it is necessary for us to prioritise the well-being of our members at this time.

We deeply apologise to everyone who was looking forward to seeing us and appreciate your understanding and support. Motionless in White will be playing as scheduled, but we won't be there.

We’ll be back as soon as we can to make it up to you, but in the meantime we’re also working on our next record. We will see you again, friends. 

With love,

Nicholas, Jolly and Folio 

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You stared at the post through swollen eyes, having been up most of the night crying again. After Noah left the party, he didn't answer his phone, he hasn’t replied to anybody’s texts, and nobody knew where he had gone. 

He was kind enough to dump your bags outside the venue, from the night before. You collected them as Shae drove you to the hotel after Rick called off the party.

You couldn’t believe what happened that night, the majority of it felt like a blur, you barely remember what the tweet said, but you had to sign out of all your accounts because the messages you were receiving weren’t the kindest, and you weren't in the best place to be reading them.

Your plans for the future, to move in with Noah, was seemingly thrown out of the window, you were so glad you didn’t tell Andy you were backing out.

You were back to square one again, wondering if this was really what you wanted. 

As you rolled over in your bed again to charge your phone, you hear a knock at your door. You didn’t want to answer it, you didn’t want to face anybody today. 

“Y/n! I know you’re awake!” It was Angela, “And I know this is your room!”

Sighing, you got out of bed and opened the door for her. 

“What’s up?” You asked as she carefully shut the door behind her. 

“What’s up is I just walked in on an old guy screwing his wife! I thought your room was on the fourth floor and the door was slightly open so-“

“Angela,” you frowned, “I know you came to check up on me, I’m okay. I just need some space.”

“Oh… That’s okay!” She smiled, “I wanted to check up on you, nobody's heard from you yesterday and you just left so suddenly that night, I had to fill Vinny in on what happened so expect a visit from him when he finally wakes up.”

“Great.” You frown, “Did the guys… Say anything?”

“What do you mean?” She asked. 

“Do they all hate me?” You felt your bottom lip quiver as you asked her, and her eyes softened as she pulled you in for a hug. 

“No! Of course not!” She reassured you, “All the Motionless guys are on your side, baby, you and Noah weren’t exclusive, therefore you were allowed to see other people. Bad Omens however… Jolly’s pretty pissed off, and Bryan.”

“Bry?”

“They don’t want to see their friend hurt.” She explains, stroking your hair, “They’ll come around eventually. The rest don’t really care, it’s none of their business anyway.”

“How’s Vin?” You ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Does he feel guilty too? He was in on it, he lied to Noah for me.”

“I think so- What’s that?” She asked, looking over at your phone on the nightstand.

“Bad Omens have pulled out.” You frown, “There’s only two nights left, I'm guessing Noah's gone off the rails or something.”

“Shit, really? I hope he’s okay, he was in quite a state.”

“I know, Ang. It keeps me up, he’s all I can think about…” You sigh, “I told him after the concert that I wanted us to really give it a go, I saw a future with him... I was going to tell Andy I couldn’t make the tour with them and-”

“Andy?” She furrowed her brows, “Andy as in…?”

“Andy from Black Veil.” You nodded, “When I went to the record label party with Noah and the guys I met him and he said he’s seen my work and wondered if I was available to come on tour with them in a few weeks.”

“What?” Her jaw dropped, “Does Vin know this?”

“No… I haven't had the chance to tell him yet.” You frown, “Why would it bother him?”

“Well…” She hesitated for a moment, “I think you should go and talk to him.”

“Why? What’s he said?”

“Nothing… I think he just…" She held her hands up in defeat, "I can’t, I promised I wouldn’t say anything.” 

You nodded your head, looking around the room for your hoodie. 

“Do you know what room he’s in?”

“216, him and Rick are sharing though which might be a problem.”

“I don’t care anymore, Ang, everything's out now, I’ve got nothing left to hide.”

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You knocked on Vinny’s hotel door, staring down at your feet as you waited for him to open it. 

“What are you doing here?” Ricky asked, surprised to see you.

“Can I speak to Vinny?” You asked, clearing your throat. 

“He’s in the shower,” Ricky said, opening the door for you, “I’m about to go out and get a coffee, I guess you can sit and wait for him.” 

“You guess?” You smiled faintly.

Ricky smiled back before slipping his shoes on. 

“Just don’t fuck on my bed, please. It’s all I ask.” 

“That’s not what I’m here for...” You shake your head, “I just wanted to talk to him after the other night.” 

“Has anyone heard from Noah yet?”

“No,” you shake your head, “And if they did I’m sure they wouldn’t tell me. Not even Bryan’s talking to me at the moment.” 

“Shit,” Rick frowned, “Look, if it’s any consolation, we’re on your side. You had every right to have fun and mess about with other people if you and Noah weren’t anything serious, I get he’s pissed about the lying though.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s not me you need to apologise to,” he chuckled, “See you later.” 

“Bye, Rick.” 

You sat in silence for a couple minutes, waiting until you heard the shower turn off. You thought of what you would say to Vinny, what even was there to say?

“Oh, hi,” he smiled as he walked out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his hips as he dried his curls with another, “How are you doing?”

“Not too good,” you sigh, “You?”

“I feel awful.” 

“I just keep thinking to myself… What if I just kept it all professional? Why couldn’t I have just controlled myself? Now I’ve lost... Everyone!” You sob. 

“You haven’t,” his voice softened, “You’ve still got the guys, Angela... Me. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“But Vinny…” You look up at him through teary eyes, and he could tell where this was going. 

He shook his head. 

“No. No, don’t do this.”

“I've been thinking-"

"Don't you fucking..."

"You deserve better, Vinny.” You swallow hard, fighting back tears, “I’m so sorry… For everything I’ve put you through. You didn’t deserve it. You’re a great guy, you’re probably my favourite person I’ve ever met, you mean the world to me Vin, but I put you through hell and for what?”

“And I knew what I was getting into, fuck I’m getting deja vu here,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but to no avail, “I couldn’t have just ignored you, y/n. Not when I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you. It would've been impossible.” 

“What?” 

“Wasn’t it obvious?” He chuckled. 

“I… Vinny... you…?”

“Remember that first night, the party, when I spilled your drink? I saw you and that guy, I was watching you two from across the room, and when I saw him lean in to kiss you…”

“That’s when you knocked into me.” It was like pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together in your brain. 

“Everything could’ve been totally different if that never happened, I never knew it would end like this, and if I could go back in time I'd change it all. I’m sorry.” 

“No, don’t apologise.” 

“I should, though. It’s my fault this all happened in the first place, y/n.” He let out a bitter laugh. “I knew Noah was into you. We all did. But that didn’t stop me, did it?”

You watched him shake his head.

“I watched him fall for you, I saw him with you everyday” Vinny admitted, voice shaking. “And I let it happen anyway. Because I- I was selfish, I couldn’t stop myself. Even when I told myself I should. Even when I knew what it would do to him. I knew it would tear everything apart.” His voice cracked, his eyes welling with tears. “But I did it anyway. Because I wanted you. God, I wanted you.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you whispered

“But I was the one who kissed you first.”

Vinny’s lips parted slightly, but he said nothing.

“I knew how I felt about Noah,” you continued, voice shaking. “And yet, I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I felt for you, I still can't now! It's something I’ve never felt before. Something I don't understand. It was new and exciting, and I loved every moment I’d spend with you,” You exhaled a shuddering breath. “Vin, I love everything about you.”

You got up and Vinny took a step closer, but you shook your head, pressing a trembling hand to his chest.

“And that’s what makes this so fucking cruel.”

His brows furrowed. 

“Y/N…”

Tears blurred your vision as you looked at him, memorising every detail, his parted lips, his glossy eyes, the crease between his brows.

“I love you,” you choked out. “And yet I still let myself hurt you.”

Vinny shook his head, reaching out to grab your wrist. 

“No. No, you didn’t-”

“I did,” you sobbed. “I did. I ruined everything. And I can’t fix it, Vin. I can’t. I don’t deserve to…" Your eyes met his, before whispering, "I don’t deserve you.”

His grip on you tightened. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that.”

Your chest ached with the weight of it all.

“Through everything, you were willing to stay by my side. Even when I had to push you away, you understood. No other man on this planet would’ve done that.” 

“It’s because I love you.” He said, almost pleading with you, “I realise now that I was willing to do whatever you wanted me to because I just wanted you to be happy. If that was with Noah, then I would’ve wished you two the best of luck. If you needed time, I was happy to wait. I would've waited as long as you needed, I just...”

“Vinny…” 

“No… I think I should give you your birthday gift now…”

You watched him dig through his suitcase before pulling out a small box. 

“I didn’t have time to wrap it or anything.” He apologised, handing it over to you as he quickly got dressed.

As you opened it, you felt your heart sink even further. 

It was a key. 

“Wh- What’s this for?” You ask, taking it out of the box. 

“It’s a key.”

“I can see that,” you laughed through your tears, “Where to?”

“My house.” He said, “This is going to sound so stupid to say out loud given everything that just happened, but I just assumed in the end you’d pick me over Noah. Just because… I thought if he really meant something to you then you’d drop me, but you never did. I’m sorry, it seems stupid now, but I was going to ask if after the tour finishes you’d maybe want to move in? I need a new roommate, and there’s nobody else I’d be able to live with besides you. And our photographer’s pretty much quit so I was going to suggest you join us full time.” 

“I can’t do this.” You say, shaking your head and heading for the door.

You still haven't told him.

“It’s not you Vin, I promise.”

Before you could go anywhere, he caught your wrist. 

“What do you mean?” His whole body went rigid.

“I’m so sorry, Vinny…” You forced yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. “I- I’m going back on the road… with Black Veil Brides. In three weeks.”

His face fell.

His grip on your wrist slackened, and you could feel the moment his heart shattered.

“…You’re what?”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you, Vin, I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracked. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You reached for him, desperate, but he took a slow step back, shaking his head.

For the first time since you’d met him, Vinny truly had nothing to say.

And somehow, that hurt more than anything.

“Vin?”

“How long have you known this?”

“...About a month.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me? Not once did it cross your mind?” He spat.

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

Vinny shook his head. 

“What happened to wishing me the best?” You raised an eyebrow, your voice quieter now, “This is my dream, Vinny. I’m sorry I didn’t consider you in it.” 

“No.” Vinny swallowed, nodding his head, “I’m sorry. I’m happy for you, it’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all. I’m so happy for you… I just wished you would’ve told me.” 

You smiled faintly. 

“I should’ve. I'm sorry.” You said, before reaching out for his hand. “You’re too good to me, Vinny. You've but nothing but good to me. Maybe in another life, another time, things would’ve been different. Maybe we would’ve met earlier, found each other sooner. Things would’ve been less complicated, I would’ve been able to give you my all.”

“W-We can still try.” Vinny offered, but you shook your head. 

“I think I need to clear my head first, Vin. It’s been nothing but chaos for the last three months, I need to clear my name and focus on my career and make that my main priority before anything else.”

“I’ll always be here for you, y/n.” He said, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, you could tell this was a front, and he was holding back on his real emotions, “Whether it’s just as your friend, or more, I’ll always be here.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, your voice breaking as he pulled you in for a hug. “Really, Vinny. Thank you.” 

The two of you pulled away, and you wiped the tears from your eyes. 

“So... Do you know what you're going to do about Noah?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to try and fix things?”

“I want us to be on good terms, I want us all to be on good terms with each other. But I think it’ll take a while for him to come around. I hurt him really badly, I hurt both of you, and I understand that he needs space, it’s a lot for him to process.”

Vinny nodded his head. 

“Let things cool down first, that’s a good idea.” 

You stood there in front of him, a comfortable silence in the room. Until he he spoke again,

“Have you heard we’ve got a new song coming out?” Vinny asked, “I wrote it, or the majority of it.”

“No!” You raise an eyebrow, “What’s it called?” 

“I think we’ve decided on Nothing Ever After.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, but you don’t question it.

“Sounds cool, do you know when it's coming out?”

“At the end of the week, but we’re playing it tomorrow night for the first time… But there’s something I need you to know, and I don’t want to upset you at all.” 

“What is it?” 

“It’s kind of about us… About you.” 

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After going back to your room, you booked a flight home for that night, despite Vinny's attempts to keep you.

You said your goodbyes to all the guys, Angela, and Vinny, they still didn’t want to let you go, but they understood your decision.

"We'll miss you." Chris smiled, pulling you in for a hug, "I know you weren't originally supposed to be our photographer, but you've really done a great job."

"Thanks, Chris." You smiled, afraid to say anything to anyone else. Especially Vin.

Ryan drove you to the airport, which you thanked him for. It was even tough to say goodbye to him, and the two of you didn't even spend that much time together.

As you walked through the airport you were almost waiting to see Noah, you wouldn’t admit it, but you were wishing he’d come running in, call your name and you'd go running into his arms.

But there was nobody. Nobody to stop you, nobody to tell you this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

You checked in, went through security, and found yourself sitting at the gate, staring at the stupid pet rocks Vinny had given you.

Your fingers curled around the one painted like him, gripping it so tightly your knuckles turned white. You had no idea what you were doing. If this was the right choice. If you were running away again.

Maybe in another life, you would’ve stayed.

Maybe in another life, you would’ve picked Vinny from the start.

Maybe in another life, Noah would’ve fought for you.

But in this one, you knew you had to let them both go.

Once you were sat in your seat, preparing to switch your phone off and sleep on the way home, you received a text. 

Hey, y/n! Hope you’re doing well! I’m so sorry to have to do this, but our management said we can’t take you with us on our upcoming tour due to the recent news about your relationships with members of the bands you’ve been working with. I just need you to know, this isn’t a decision I’ve made, I was against this as I would’ve loved you to join us, but it’s out of my control. I’m so sorry, y/n, but I wish you the best.

Stay in touch. Andy 

You felt like you had been shot in the chest.

As if things couldn’t get any worse.  

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“So, I was thinking… We should play the new song tomorrow. I know I said save it for the next tour but what do you think?” Vin asked as he wiped his arms down with a towel, trying to get off the remainder of his body paint before getting changed. “It’s the last night, let’s give ‘em something new.”

“I like your thinking.” Chris smiled, “But I also know what the true meaning behind this song is, even if you won’t admit it"

Vinny didn’t respond, just kept scrubbing at the black paint on his forearms.

"Are you sure you’re ready to put this out whilst everything’s still so raw?”

Vinny let out a slow exhale and shrugged.

“I don’t care, to be totally honest.” He finally met Chris’ gaze in the mirror. “Let them think what they want to think.”

Justin, who had been half-listening while scrolling on his phone, turned around.

“Wait. I know you helped write the song, but… is it really about her?”

Vinny tossed the towel into his laundry bag.

“Maybe.” He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe not.”

Later that night, on the bus, he lied in his bunk with his phone in his hands, staring at your contact name.

He shouldn’t text you.

But he wanted to. Wanted to check if you got home safe. If you were okay. If you were happy, or as happy as you could be. He also wanted to give you a heads-up about tomorrow night. Maybe even ask for permission.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he finally gave in.

Hey, I hope you got home safe. Just know that while you’re sleeping happily in your own bed, I’m out here getting back pain from the bunks lmao.

We’re thinking about playing that new song tomorrow night. Would it be okay?

You walked into your bedroom after brushing your teeth, settling under the covers before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You saw you had two messages from Vinny.

You hesitated before typing back.

Surely, I should be the first to hear it.

Vinny stared at your reply. His thumb hovered over the screen.

Should he?

You were gone. And for all he knew, he might never see you again.

He sighed, then hit send.

[1 Video Attachment]

I know my singing isn’t the best, but I recorded this the other week. I’ve been writing lyrics ever since I first felt I was losing you to Noah, not that you were ever mine to lose. At first, it was just random lines, but then I remembered we had that track from Illenium. Chris hadn’t worked on lyrics for it yet, so I showed him what I had. He loved it. So with his help, we turned it into something real.

Please don’t get mad. I just needed to get it out of my head.

…

The next day, you still hadn’t opened the video. Or even replied.

You couldn’t.

It sat there in your messages, taunting you. Every time you picked up your phone, your eyes flickered to the notification, to his name. But your thumb always hesitated, hovered, then swiped away.

Instead, you went about your day, throwing yourself into anything that could possibly serve as a distraction. You practically begged your manager to take you back, pleaded for any opportunity. You needed something for the meantime as you had been in contact with a few bands, asking about work, but deep down you knew the truth. No one would call. No one would offer you work.

Not after everything.

The entire scene knew by now, for all the wrong reasons. You weren’t a photographer anymore, you were a fucking scandal, a lesson to be learned, a warning of what not to do.

By the time you got home, you felt hollow. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, but you didn’t sleep, how could you? You stared at your ceiling, phone clutched in your hand, Angela’s texts illuminating the dark room.

He’s not okay.

You stared at the message for a long time.

I’ve never seen him like this. He barely talked before the show. He’s throwing himself into playing like it’s the only thing keeping him standing. I want to help but I don't know how.

Your breath hitched.

You wanted to type something back, anything, but what could you even say? That it wasn’t your problem anymore? He should get over it?

That it was easier this way?

Lies. Every single one of them.

Angela’s next text sent a chill up your spine.

They’re about to go on.

Your heart lurched knowing that song was going to be played at this show and you still hadn't heard it.

Your fingers hovered over Vinny’s contact. You could ignore it. You should ignore it.

But you didn’t.

Instead, with a shaky breath, you tapped the message thread and pressed play.

Vinny was sat at a piano?

Your breath stuttered.

Since when did he play?

He didn’t look at the camera. His head was bowed, fingers ghosting over the keys. His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, but steady.

But his words hit you like a punch to the stomach.

If you fall, then I will too, into nothing ever after. Do we have to face the truth, or look away, neglect the wounds? All the warning signs we refused to see, like a hurricane that’s drowning me.

The breath left your lungs.

You clenched your jaw, curling your fingers into your palm. The phone shook slightly in your grip.

So we build it up just to tear it down But the pieces don’t fit now. We’re falling apart, we’re fading away Pretending the damage doesn’t matter.

It hurt.

Not because of his voice, but because of the truth in his words. And knowing he had written this.

You had both caused this.

You pressed the phone against your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't listen to the rest.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, how long you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat.

Then your screen lit up again.

Angela.

They just announced the new song.

You didn’t move.

Chris just said the title.

You didn’t need to read the next text.

You knew what it was called.

You knew exactly what it was called.

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On stage, the lights pulsed as the crowd roared and cheered.

Vinny sat behind his kit, head down, drumsticks clenched so tight his hands trembled.

We've been dreaming wide awake, feeding poison to each other. It's too hard to walk away, 'cause it's easier to suffer.

He should’ve done everything differently.

He should’ve fought harder. He should've tried harder.

But it was too late.

"Everybody fucking JUMP!" Chris shouted out to the crowd.

The floor of the venue shook. The crowd screamed, fists in the air, bodies moving to the music, completely unaware of the war raging inside the mind of the man behind the drums.

Vinny slammed into the drums like his life depended on it. Like if he just hit hard enough, he could beat the pain out of his own chest. Hit after hit, faster, louder, pouring every ounce of frustration, heartbreak, and regret into the set, until his vision blurred.

Until he felt something hot and wet hit his hands.

Tears.

He barely noticed at first.

But Angela did.

She saw everything.

The way his head dropped lower. The way his shoulders curled in. The way his hands trembled between hits.

The song was coming to its climax, but Vinny didn’t feel the energy of the crowd anymore.

He felt his own heart breaking all over again.

We're fallin' apart, we're fading away Pretending the damage doesn't matter. Ignoring the scars, but now it's too late We settle for nothing ever after...

Nothing.

The lights pulsed red.

His chest felt hollow, his head spun.

And still, he played.

Even as his drumsticks cracked under the force of his grip. Even as the tears blurred his vision. Even as he felt like he was seconds away from shattering completely.

Because that’s all he could do.

Play until there was nothing left.

Play until he felt something.

Play until the past was nothing more than an echo in the back of his mind.

Play until he forgot.

But how could he forget?

How could he forget the way you looked next to him in bed in the mornings, hair a tangled mess, eyes still heavy with sleep as you blinked up at him like you weren’t quite sure if you were awake yet?

How could he forget the way you used to look in his hoodies, when you'd steal one and curl up beside him, your warmth pressing into his side like you belonged there?

How could he forget the way he made you laugh, a sound so full of life that it made his chest ache?

How could he forget the way you looked at him?

Like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Like you loved him.

But if you loved him, why did you leave?

Why was it so easy for you to walk away while he was still here, drowning in everything you left behind?

Why did it feel like he was the only one who couldn’t move on?

We settle for nothing...

And as the song finally came to an end, he let himself breathe.

There would be no more hiding. No more looking over his shoulder, waiting for Noah’s glare. No more having to bite his tongue.

It was out now and he didn't care.

Because now he had nothing left to lose.

Ever after.

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i am so so sorry to everyone who was excited to find out who she ends up with but the title of the fic is nothing ever after... it was always going to end this way :') BUT if you're still here reading this i'm going to spoil something. it's not over. i have 2 sequels for this fic. TWO!! ONE FOR THE VINNY GIRLIES. ONE FOR NOAH GIRLIES!! i'm already on chapter 15 of the vin fic (which is literally insane but i've been writing it on and off for two months now) and i'm on chapter 5 of the noah one which i finally started last week, but i know there are literally NO fics for vinny so that was kinda my priotity :) THANK YOU FOR READING AND IM SORRY FOR THE ENDING LMAO I LOVE YOU!! <33

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