#i was looking back at some of my vincenzo tags and these were the ones that amused me

[peakyswritings]

Epiphany

A/N: This is a little something I wrote very quickly to end the Celebrations. In Italy, during the night between the fifth and the sixth of January, an old lady called the “Befana” travels on her flying broom to fill children’s stockings with sweets. She’s a bit like Santa. Of course, this tradition doesn’t end when you’re a child and you know she’s not real (I’ve been eating chocolate all day🤭). And Ferrante family is no exception.

Nina Ferrante is the OC from my Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul.

“I’ll give you four pieces of candied orange if you give me one of your chocolate truffles.”

“Hell no,” Nina shook her head, almost offended by Salvatore’s poor offer. It would take way more for her to give up on her precious chocolate truffles.

As was tradition in the Ferrante house, the morning of the sixth of January was one for trading. The Befana had been, the previous night, and some serious negotiations were taking place around the Christmas tree. The three siblings were sitting on the floor, emptying the delicious content of their stockings, swapping chocolates, candies and biscuits of all sorts, trying to swing the most profitable deals. And although they weren’t children anymore, Epiphany morning never failed to bring back a bit of the magic that had been lost as they grew up.

“Five,” Salvatore increased his offer. “And two dried figs.”

“I’m not switching my truffles for fruit,” Nina said firmly, shaking her head. “But,” she raised her eyebrows, observing the sweets in front of him. “I’ll give you one if you also give me two of those chocolates you’ve got there.”

“I’m not switching my chocolates.”

“Keep your fruits, then.”

“Fine,” he sighed, causing her to smile in victory.

“Wait,” Pietro, who up until then had been silently pondering his next offer, finally spoke. “If you give that truffle to me instead of him, I’ll give you three chocolates. And two biscuits.”

“Sold,” she agreed, handing him the truffle.

“That’s unfair!” Salvatore protested.

Nina shrugged, happily grabbing her sweets. “He made a better offer.”

Pietro immediately ate his truffle, knowing too well that his brother wasn’t above taking it from him as soon as he got distracted.

Slightly scrunching his nose, Salvatore handed Nina the candied fruits anyway. “Take them, I don’t like them,” he said defeatedly. “How come you always get the better stocking anyway?”

“Cause I’m an angel.”

“Yes, with horns,” he muttered, earning himself a nudge from his sister’s sharp elbow.

Despite the provocation, Nina took pity on him, and gave him three chocolates and four candies. “Anyway, if you want the really good stuff you should check mum’s stocking. Dad always gives her the best chocolate,” she said, chewing on a candy stick.

In the Ferrante family, the Befana came in the form of Vincenzo Ferrante, who had the job of filling his children’s and wife’s stockings. As for himself… he was fine with stealing from his sons when they weren’t watching.

“She’s watching it like a hawk,” Salvatore murmured, peering at Pietro’s stocking. “Is that nougat?”

“I’ll give it to you if you give me six biscuits.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Done.”

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WIP Word Tag Game: WHAT

Thank you for tagging me @wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland - tag games are always fun~!

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

The word I got is WHAT

This turned out harder than I thought it would be, because I realised that the only WIP I'm actively working on right now is The Author (psst! Chapter 4 coming soon!) buuuut after racking my brain, I decided to pick snippets from The Author, The Island, Business Partners/Partners in Crime and The Deal. Also, I am terrible at picking short snippets so this got long.

With his grip on Aiden’s hair, James tilted his head down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And touching?” he asked, sliding his free hand up Aiden’s naked arm and making him shiver. “Do you want to try more of that?”

Gulping, Aiden nodded as much as the hand in his hair allowed. 

“Do you know where you like to be touched?” James asked, hand moving around to Aiden’s back. “Or where you don’t like to be touched?” 

“Um… no?” Aiden tried to think. It wasn’t easy, with the way James was finding his way in under Aiden’s t-shirt, his fingers running circles over the naked skin of Aiden’s back. 

“Then tell me if I do something you don’t like.” 

“O– okay.” 

- The Author, Chapter 2

"How many zeros is that?" detective Sandra Robins asked against a backdrop of crashing waves and shrieking seagulls.

"Far too many, and it's far too much money for any one man to have! And that money, that is the only reason they're sending us out here! If it weren't for the damned money, no one would care about some old man dying on his private island!"

- The Island: A Whodunit Where Everyone Has Done It With Everyone.

“And if I said I don’t want to do it… would you let me off?” 

Kinn’s grip tightens on the snifter. He doesn’t trust anyone else the way he trusts Porsche. He needs Porsche to do this, or the plan will likely fall through. He should simply order Porsche to do it and not accept no for an answer. Kinn knows this, and yet…

“Yes.” 

He looks Porsche in the eyes when he says it, which is why he catches the way Porsche's eyes widen ever so slightly, his jaw slackening minutely. For a moment, Porsche's eyes flicker away, and then he squares his shoulders and looks Kinn in the eye. “I’ll do it.” 

- Business Partners/Partners in Crime, a Vincenzo/Kinnporsche crossover fanfic

This close, Shin could make out every individual freckle on Ian’s face, kind of like one of those abstract splatter paintings his mother had taken to. There were freckles along his jaw and on the edge of his pale lips where they closed around the cigarette. There were freckles on his cheekbones and up his temples, and on the shell of his ear. There were freckles on his eyelids when he blinked and freckles in the corners of his eyes that disappeared into crinkles when he smiled. His eyelashes were the same auburn colour as his hair, and his eyes were the palest grey Shin had ever seen. 

Those eyes snapped up from the cigarette to look at him, and those lips quirked up into a knowing smile. 

Shin fumbled and almost dropped the lighter in his haste to step back, but Ian followed him. A freckled hand snatched Shin’s wrist, stopping him - and holding the umbrella in place over the two of them, Shin realised. 

Shit, he’d been caught staring at Mr Park’s lover and then almost left him to get drenched in the rain. Mr Park would send him to sleep on the riverbed if he found out. 

Ian took the cigarette from his lips, blew out a thin stream of smoke - and laughed. 

“Relax,” he said, gave Shin a light slap on the shoulder and winked. “There’s nothing wrong with appreciating a bit of beauty.”

- The Deal, a gay mafia story with a throuple.

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[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Chapter 2

Authors Note: Things are looking up y'all! Unbeta'd per usual.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

CW: Fluff, Implied smut, smut?? 18+ (kinda??), Pregnancy, slight angst

Word count: 1,224

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“Holy shit.” Vinny muttered next to me, out of breath. I rolled over looking at his disheveled figure. A light sheen of sweat covered his body as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His neck and cheeks were blotched with red. My own body was shaking slightly, still coming down from my high. Vinny moved closer, throwing an arm over me. 

“You okay, my love?” He murmured. Our legs entangled as I ran my hand up and down his arm. “Besides the fact that I feel like I just got my soul sucked out of my body, I’m doing amazing, baby.” I chuckled, slowly feeling his orgasm leaking out of me. I shuddered in discomfort. 

“Let me go get a towel.” He slowly made his way into our en suite bathroom, wetting a rag for me. He rolled me over before spreading my legs gently. I felt a finger trail down my thigh, getting closer and closer to my mound. I let out a hiss at the sensitivity as his finger scooped some of his release up and pushed it back into me. His head snapped up to meet mine.

“Can’t let any of this go to waste can we?” Vin gave me the toothiest grin he could muster. 

“Oh my god! Don’t make it nasty, Vin!” Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I hit him hard enough to feel it. 

“You didn’t think it was nasty when I-” I hit him again. 

“STOP!!” My eyes were now watering with laughter. 

“Don’t be embarrassed mama, it’s just us here.” Vinny cooed at me. I glared at him before nudging him to finally clean me up.

“When are the guys getting here?” I asked as we finally divulged into our now cold breakfast. 

“They should be here in like 30, I think.” Vin stated, swallowing his food. After our rendezvous this morning we showered and got dressed, but not before we went for round 2 in the shower. 

“Let me put pants on then.” I put my plate into the sink then washed my hands. Vinny came up behind me, yet again. One of his hands circled my waist, before pulling his shirt up that I was wearing. His finger slipped into the band of my panties slowly. 

“Round 3?” He asked me. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could hear the smirk evident in his voice. I turned around palming his bulge. I looked into his eyes as I bit my lip. Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered to him. 

“You’re not even packed yet doofus.” I pulled my hand away quickly, bursting into laughter. He glared at me, while I fell to the floor laughing. 

“You’re so mean.” He feigned sadness. He turned away from me with a pout on his face. I got up, giving him a peck on the cheek, walking out the kitchen past him. 

“If you finish packing before the guys get here, we can.” I taunted him, running into our bedroom. I heard his hurried footsteps after me soon after. 

“I’m going to miss you so much baby.” I sighed; my arms wrapped around Vinny tightly. My eyes started watering. I buried my head into his chest so he wouldn’t see me cry. 

“Hey, look at me mama.” I sniffled as he pulled my face up to look at him. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, and then we can have all the time in the world to make mini Vincenzos.” He lit up at the mention of his mini me’s. I nodded, my vision still blurry from my tears. He wiped them away for me, kissing both of my cheeks. 

I hated how lonely I felt, and he wasn’t even gone yet. I’ve never been an out-going person, so when Vin left I never really had much to do. It was stupid, I try not to over bear him when he’s gone, but sometimes I can’t help it. After 3 years of dealing with this, I have gotten better at it. Regardless of that though, I still feel alone at times. 

“Make sure you go and visit Logan while I’m gone.” I nodded yet again. Finally mustering the courage I kissed him. 

“I love you so so so much baby, be safe, have fun, no drugs or hookers please!” I added in the last line knowing Vinny would never do that to me. My spirit lifted a little higher when we opened the door to see the boys waiting for him. Rick let out a whistle.

“Rick! Leave my wife alone!” Vinny yelled, flipping him off. 

“Hey! She’s not Mrs. Mauro just yet.” Rick shrugged. 

I gave everyone hugs and told them all to have fun. Giving Vinny one last kiss, I made my way back to the porch.

“Keep my Vincenzo safe!” I called before they all got in the car. 

“Anything for you Mrs. Mauro!” Rick winked at me, getting a slap to the back of the head from Vinny. I laughed at their antics as they pulled away. My smile faded, and I went back into our now empty house. I sighed, starting to clean up the breakfast we never put away. 

1 Month Later

“I miss you so much, mama” Vin told me over the phone while I made dinner. 

“Me too my love, only 2 months left though!” I remained happy. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood today, love?” He was surprised at my tone. I bit my lip to suppress myself from telling him.

“I don't know, I’m just in a good mood. I went and saw Logan today, I talked to him about how I’ve been feeling, and I think things are starting to look up!” I rambled. It was true, I went to Logan’s gravesite and told him the news. 

“Okay it’s just a pregnancy test, nothing scary right?” I whispered to myself. “You wanted this, remember?” I stared at the test on the sink. From the kitchen, I heard my timer of 3 minutes going off on my phone. 

“Here goes nothing.” I slowly grabbed the test and flipped it to face me. I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. 

Positive. 

I let out a gasp of excitement, the tears flooding my eyes before I could stop them. I need to tell Vin! I ran to my phone, but stopped before I pressed on Vinny’s contact button. I instead called Chris. He answered after a few rings. 

“Hey bean, what’s up?” He asked, sounding concerned. 

“Can you help me surprise Vin?” I asked excitedly. Chris helped me set up a flight and promised to keep it a secret from everyone. I was leaving tomorrow at noon and Chris said he’d pick me up from the airport. I was beyond ecstatic. I couldn’t believe after one try; we were pregnant!

“Baby we just got called for soundcheck, I’ll call you later, okay?” Vinny told me, snapping me back to reality. 

“Okay my love, I have a doctor's appointment in the morning so I’ll be asleep early tonight.” I shrugged, forgetting he can’t see me. 

“Doctor’s appointment?? For what??” He asked, his tone laced with worry. 

“It’s just my yearly checkup baby, nothing bad.” I calmed him. We said our goodbyes and with that I ate my dinner and went to bed. 

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Make Mama Happy - Chapter 3

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I pouted in the back seat while simultaneously glaring at the driver of the vehicle. Heather had convinced me with her stupid puppy dog eyes to tag along to Vinny's place with her and Rick to watch a movie. I didn't know how I would survive tonight, but at least it was just the four of us instead of a party.

"Oh, come on. It won't be so bad. I promise, Chole," Heather tried to appease me. Ricky had apologized for what he said, and I could tell he was sincere, so I forgave him, but it didn't make us buddies.

"One night. And then never again," I declared, crossing my arms and resigning myself to the impending social gathering. I didn't share with Heather the information about seeing Vinny at the winery, so as far as she was aware, the last time I had seen him was at the party.

We all walked up to Vinny's door, which he opened before we stepped onto the porch. The atmosphere felt tense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this movie night might not be as uneventful as Heather hoped.

"Hey guys, come on in," Vinny greeted us, his gaze lingering on me before turning his attention to the group. We walked in, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of his scrutiny as we settled on the couch. Ricky and Heather claimed one side, leaving only two spots available, forcing me to sit next to the drummer.

Vinny had chosen an action movie that Heather and Rick had shown interest in, and I found it mildly intriguing. I decided to tag along because it had only recently been released, and I hadn't had a chance to watch it yet. As we settled in, I tried to focus on the movie, but the tension in the room was palpable. I could tell that we were all tense, expecting someone to pop off at any moment.

"Do any of you want popcorn?" Vinny asked, pausing the movie. We were only about 20 minutes into it and had forgotten to consider the snacks beforehand.

"Oh, that sounds delicious! Please?" Heather cheered. Vinny stood and padded to the kitchen quietly.

"Oh, I need something to drink. Anyone else?" I asked, taking the opportunity to escape the tense atmosphere on the couch. Once I took their orders, I followed the drummer into the kitchen. "Just need to get some drinks," I mumbled.

I reached into the fridge and pulled out two water bottles and a Sprite before turning to Vinny. "Do you want me to grab one for you since you'll have your hands full with the popcorn?"

"Sure," he said after a moment of silence. "A Sprite is fine. Thank you." I nodded, sensing the awkwardness but choosing to maintain a level of courtesy. There was the sound of the door opening, prompting us to perk up. Vinny grabbed the bowl and stepped back into the living room to see an older woman standing there holding a comically large box. "Mama? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I forgot to bring over that statue you asked for last week. So I thought I would stop by on my way home today. Hello, Richard and Heather. It's always good to see you," she greeted warmly.

I exchanged a surprised glance with Heather and Rick, Vinny’s mum’s arrival seemed to catch everyone off guard, and I couldn't help but glance over at Vinny. He had a guarded expression on his face so I couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"Hello, Mama Mauro. Looking beautiful as always," Rick flirted, earning an eye roll from me as I went over to set the drinks on the table. Vinny followed me, setting the popcorn down too.

"I don't believe we have had the pleasure of meeting yet," Mrs. Mauro said, holding out her hand. I shook it, introducing myself. 

"I'm Nichole."

"Kyle said my Vincenzo had a girlfriend. I didn't know you would be so pretty," she remarked, casting a discerning eye over me. I glanced at Vinny in alarm, a sentiment mirrored in his expression, but there was an underlying look of pleading in his eyes.

"I wasn't aware that Kyle had said anything," Vinny spoke up, wavering a bit.

"You flatter me, Mrs. Mauro," I mumbled, attempting to maintain a bashful tone. I felt Vinny move into my space, a hand touching the small of my back. Glancing at Ricky and Heather, who looked confused, I silently pleaded for them to keep their mouths shut.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce her sooner, Mama. We just wanted to make sure it would work before we told anyone," Vinny explained, a hint of unease in his voice.

"How did you two meet?" Mrs. Mauro pressed, her curiosity evident.

"He came by my winery a few weeks ago for a tasting with Kyle. We started talking then and just never stopped," I smoothly replied, sticking to the fabricated story.

"How sweet. You know, Vincenzo used to be such a play—"

"Mum, let me take that from you," Vinny cut her off, stepping forward and taking the box from her. "I will see you at family dinner this weekend." His interruption distracted her from her thoughts and I couldn't be more grateful.

"Of course, baby. Nichole, you must come. I insist. I won't take no for an answer," Mrs. Mauro demanded, her determination clear.

"Mum, I'm sure she has her own plans," Vinny tried to interject.

"Nonsense. She's family now. I'm sure she can arrange her schedule," she insisted. Vinny looked at me for help, but I couldn't come up with a convincing excuse.

"I don't mind," I conceded, realizing that it might be the path of least resistance.

"Wonderful! I will see you both Saturday," Mrs. Mauro declared, bustling out of the house and leaving all of us in stunned silence.

"What the fuck just happened?" Ricky asked, his confusion mirroring my own.

"Well, it seems as if Nichole and Vinny started dating, and we weren't aware," Heather giggled, seemingly entertained by the unexpected turn of events.

"No. I still hate her. But my brother fucked me over, and if I don't do this, my mum will start setting me up on blind dates," Vinny muttered, stepping away from me quickly, making it clear that this was nothing more than a charade to appease his mother. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a hint of amusement at the absurdity of the events.

"Well, you're in for it now, so you better start playing nice," Ricky teased, adding a touch of humor to the situation. Vinny and I took our places on the couch again, both of us lost in thought about the impending friday dinner.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is Ricky Olson being nice to my best friend?" Heather snickered, noticing the change in Ricky's demeanor.

"I'm just here to watch her fail," the guitarist shrugged, maintaining a facade of indifference. His girlfriend swatted his chest and scowled, signaling a playful reprimand.

"I only just forgave you. Don't be stupid," Heather scolded Ricky before turning back to us. "You two need to practice before you go on Saturday. You will need to actually look like a couple." Both Vinny and I exchanged glances, our reluctance evident. Neither of us wanted to pretend, but we also didn't have a choice now.

"I'm sure we can fake it well enough," Vinny protested. "Only need to stay together for a little while. Then we can break up and forget about each other."

"You can't do that to Mama Mauro. You'll have to be together for a few months at least. Now cuddle. I want to see how you two look together," Heather insisted, determined to make her point. I knew she was right, but I didn't want to get closer to the drummer than necessary. Glancing at him, he shrugged, equally annoyed. I scooted closer to him, and he reached around me to drop his arm across my shoulders.

"God, you two are so stiff," Richard spoke up, expressing his discomfort with the situation. "I don't like this, but I'm going to help you two out. Look at each other and try to relax." As I sat there, curled awkwardly in the drummer's arms, I glanced up at him to see his hazel eyes staring back down at me. Initially filled with curiosity at the request of the guitarist, his gaze softened to something almost kind as we held eye contact. I felt his arm grow heavy on my shoulder, and surprisingly, I found myself relaxing into his side.

"That's a little better. Now kiss," Richard suggested, adding a touch of mockery to the situation. Our eyes snapped over to him, anger filling my bones as he made light of the entire predicament. 

"Like hell!" I snapped in response to Ricky's suggestion.

"You'll have to eventually. Might as well get the first awkward one out of the way so you are used to it later," Ricky shrugged, seemingly unperturbed by my resistance. I looked back up at the drummer, and although he looked unhappy, both of us knew that he was right. He sighed, leaning down to peck my lips.

"No, stupid. Kiss her properly," Ricky insisted, pushing for a more convincing display. The tension in the room increased as I hesitated, grappling with the discomfort of the situation.

"Make it deep, sweet, soul-stealing," Heather ordered.

"Oh, come on! We will never have to kiss in front of his parents. It's not that big of a deal," I protested, trying to reason with them. However, neither of the others would have it. I glared at them hard until a hand took my chin and turned me to face Vinny.

His lips met mine again in a longer kiss this time, one that truly took my breath away. His lips were soft, and they tasted of movie theater butter from the popcorn we had in front of us. He must have snuck some before we left the kitchen. As his lips moved against mine, we both relaxed further into each other, and his arms found their way around my waist. He pulled me into him for a moment before letting go and pulling away.

"Now that's more like it," Heather declared, seemingly satisfied with the performance. I snapped away from his gaze and looked at my best friend. 

"Are we good?" I asked, breaking the silence that hung in the room.

"I think that's passable," Richard shrugged, offering a smirk. I scoffed and stood up.

"Cool. Enjoy the rest of your movie. Vinny, I guess I'll see you Saturday," I announced, ready to make my exit. I grabbed my jacket and headed toward the door when a hand grabbed my arm, turning me back around. Vinny was standing there, staring down at me, appearing like he wanted to say something.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"I- just- thank you. I'm sorry I dragged you into this," he mumbled, a hint of sincerity in his voice.

"It's whatever. I'll keep up appearances as long as you need me. I should go," I replied, deciding to keep my response casual. I exited the house, dropping into a squatting position on the porch for a few minutes to take a deep breath. I could handle this. It was going to be fine.

[faceless-mirror]

In a world where vampires are actively trying to fit in with humans, coexist safely and help each other, Vinny and his ESV(Emotional Support Vampire), Ricky, are getting to know each other and learning more and more. Adapting to the life in the contract they both signed, and are living with. As they do they border the line between Friends.... and Lovers.

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Chapter 1: A Desperate Plea

Vinny was hot. Overheating but he needed to wear his hoodies. Ever since the accident he was in… the one that took the life of his best friend… He couldn’t manage his anxiety without it. His hair was a mess, and here he was in public. The ride here had been awful. He kept to the back streets, and keeping a bit below the speed limit. He rubbed his face. He was so exhausted. He was finally being assigned an ESV. It had taken so long to get to this point. Months of waiting to hear about emotional vampires that were available and looking to help. Apparently, one had just refreshed their application and it was a match.

When his name was called he stood up quickly rushing to the door, following the therapist he knew so well by now. “Is- is there anything i should know-?” he asked following her closely with wide eyes as he tripped up a bit in surprise when she shook her head. “Let’s get you into the room and meeting him. He’s worked with us for years his last contract ended rather poorly but that’s because of differences. You’re also looking for a job correct?” “Well yes- but I don’t see how that’s relevant-” Vinny insisted as she opened the door ushering him in, his eyes still focused on her as he slipped in. As soon as he was in he sat down and looked up.

His eyes widened seeing Ricky Olson- leaned back in a chair, ankle crossed over his knee dressed in leather and a t-shirt, tight black jeans- He wasn’t dwelling on that right now. His hair was draped over his shoulder as he smiled at the anxiety ridden mess of a man. “You must be Vincenzo.” he said simply, standing gracefully and held out a hand. “Richard Olson- You can call me Ricky.” His voice was like butter, warm and soaked in easing his tension as he shook his hand. Vinny was suddenly and sharply aware  that he himself looked like he crawled out of a gutter. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ye…yeah. Like….likewise-” he got out almost choking on his tongue as he swallowed his anxiety trying to instinctively shove it down.

“Mind if I help?” the guitarist asked still holding his hand. “Just to help.”

Vinny merely nodded and gasped at the relief of his anxiety as Ricky’s grey blue eyes turned a vibrant ocean blue as he drank down some of his anxiety. His breathing steadied out as he looked at him in relief. Like a gothic angel coming to grace his life so fully.

“Thanks.” He whispered weakly, as he sat back as Ricky sat back down.

“Now that the introductions have been made… Ricky, you already had a chance to glance over Vinny’s history, censored of course. Your band is currently looking for a drummer, correct?”  she asked, pulling out the contract. 

“Yes we are. We’re looking for a drummer since my last contract left the band. I saw some of Vinny’s drumming videos that were submitted as well. I’ve talked to our vocalist and he’s fine with giving Vinny a chance.”

Normally his head would be swimming with violent anxiety, choking him and his thoughts fully out to the point he couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. 

Yet here he was functioning. Fully. 

“If Vinny would like to take it at least.”

Vinny took a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah. I can… I can do it.” he announced making his therapist raise her brow but smiled handing over the contracts. 

“This is a temporary contract showing that you, Ricky, will only take the amount of anxiety and stress needed to keep Vinny healthy and any other emotions that may cause him harm like Depression, sorrow and anger. However, in the event you cannot you are also willing to do what’s needed to help support him through those emotions. Vinny. Your contract is explaining you will work with Motionless in White temporarily until you are either officially offered the position and that you will not disclose the fact Richard Olson is an emotional vampire unless he deems it okay.” she explained going more indepth and answering questions as they both read through.

Vinny signed first, understanding all the details faster considering his contract was shorter, breathing a sigh of relief. Green brown eyes shifted to look over the vampire who was reading everything, noting down all Vinny’s tells. He’s done this before, so many times it seems. 

He knew Motionless In White. He loved them. Practiced to them alot. He would have never guessed that Ricky was an ESV. He watched as Ricky signed the documents and handed them back.

“All right. I will go get these filed. You guys are good to go. You should both probably get to know each other.” She commented with a warm smile, seeming to know that Vinny and Ricky were going to end up closer than what they intended. That’s what happened with Ricky and Chris. Who knew how long it would go this time…

Vinny stood up running his fingers through his long curls, swallowing, “...do… you wanna go get coffee?” 

Ricky chuckled, “Sure. I’m buying. But let’s get to your place and get you in shape before you meet the guys.”

The guys.

Right. Job. He was getting a job and an ESV. 

[author-a-holmes]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thank you for the tag @morby

No rules attached to this one so I guess, just go for my faves (Without duplicating a fandom)... I feel like this is going to highlight at least one of my "types" but I guess I've outed myself on that front before rofl.

Tagging forward, with no pressure, to; @faelanvance, @cwritesfiction, @theunboundwriter, @arigalefantasynovels, @acertainmoshke, @avrablake, @ashen-crest, @sleepyowlwrites, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wants to play! <3

So, without further ado, my Favorite Characters in some of my favourite fandoms, in NO SPECIFIC ORDER...

One

Fandom; Doctor Who. Character; Doctor Who, Tenth Incarnation

David Tennant's run as The Doctor was my favourite. It was a magical combination of a phenomenal actor, a brilliant "companion", and A+ writing team, but it made me fall in love with the character as a whole. Smart, Intellligent, Alien, but also Vulnerable, and ineffably Human.

Two

Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe. Character; Tony Stark

And I do mean "Tony Stark", not "Iron Man". Don't get me wrong, Iron Man is cool, and is definitely my favourite Avenger, but it's because it's Tony Stark inside the suit. It's the intelligence of the character that, again, captivates me and as a writer I see so much potential there. If I wasn't so busy with my own writing projects I'd be very tempted to jump back into fandom again just to have a play with Tony Stark's possibilities.

Three

Fandom; Sherlock Holmes. Character; Sherlock

This one had to make the list considering my pen name! I've loved many of the Holmes adaptions, and but there's something specifically about Benedict Cumberbatch's Holmes where you can just see that brilliant mind ticking away behind his eyes.

Four

Fandom; The Mentalist Character; Patrick Jane

I thought the whole Mentalist story was phenomenal, and the backstory for the character of Patrick Jane, genuis. I also love how much Jane is aware that usually he's the smartest person in the room, but is also painfully aware when he's not.

Five

Fandom; Vincenzo Character; Vincenzo Cassano aka Park Joo-hyung

This is a newer addition to my list, and I've only seen the series once so my memory may be a little shaky, but this was another highly intelligent character. A little vicious, a little violent, but at heart also a good person, and I fell a little in love with the character every episode.

And now, let me pivot into my second "type"...

Six

Fandom; Lord of the Rings Character; Strider aka Aragorn son of Arathorn

The OG Fandom Fave, Lord of the Rings got me into fanfiction. I began my online writing career by writing a "10th Walker" fanfiction that never saw the light of day, because I've always found Arwen's character very frustrating. Then the films were released, and the rest is history. But give me Strider over the polished King Aragorn any day!

Seven

Fandom; Shadow and Bone (Netflix) Character; General Aleksander Kirigan aka The Darkling aka Aleksander Morozova

This one is a little more specific because I haven't read the books, so I have ZERO idea how accurate the series is to the original material, but Ben Barnes, specifically, as the Darkling is all my favourite things mixed up into one character. Smart, Intelligent, Damaged, Rough around the edges, In dire need of saving from himself. He's got it all.

Eight

Fandom; The 100 Character; Prince Roan of Azgeda

Another character that I feel had wasted potential! I think they could have done so much MORE with this character but, much like Shadow and Bone, I've not read the books! So it's possible Prince Roan had a bigger, better, for fulfilling part there than the TV Series.

Nine

Fandom; The Witcher Character; Geralt of Rivia

Look. I've loved Geralt forever. I loved him in the CDProjecktRed games. I bought the books, and loved him there, and then Henry Cavill went and made the 100% hands down perfect Geralt on screen. What more can I say?

Ten

Fandom; The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Character; Klaus Mikaelson

Is there a better example of a morally grey character? Not one I've found, to be honest. Klaus has a freaking tragic backstory, and it's completely twisted his worldview. Does he need a good smack upside he head to teach him that his methods are fucked? Absolutely. Does that make me love him any less? Absolutely not!

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 2

On the list of media with the most unserious ways to use Italian should be Vincenzo 🤣 and my little chef si si si 👍

Not the little girl pinky promise as one dangles from the window ?!!!

His upper body strength goes crazy

My man Vince has 0 eye bags and I need the skin care and concealer rn

Zero personal boundaries always makes me yell kiss regardless of situation like why are your noses that close !!! Kiss 💋

lmao cutie

my dancing queen is a lawyer! slay

help why is this man talking like a villain already😂😂😂 the pauses he’s taking and the tone is funny

show me a perfect garden and I’ll dig up dirt 🥕 tell ‘em sister!

Okay that took a very dark turn suddenly I have to side eye sister

honestly I don’t see anyone leaving the gold lol. human 101 people just refuse to part with gold for some reason

they killed everybody ??? 😭

the dramatic ass screaming and ( Italian ?) loud violins in the background always sends me

no one knocks in this show 💀

he looks very good in this lighting but do not trust him dad lawyer! don’t want to see you heart broken 😔

‘sorry sunbae’ 😂

I ADORE how dramatic she is. she’s just like me fr 😭

Vincenzo Quasano. Quaso. 🥐🥐🥐

She is so pretty 😭

the restaurant owner is giving real sass 😂

the tteokbokki on his suit 😭

dancing lawyer queenie is terrifying but yeah! fight your terrible co workers

a hockey puck to the stomach, I would’ve actually died instantly

this is actually insane. I will fight this CEO with my bare hands 😭 he’s going to break his back

someone protect lawyer dad and his daughter m

I know he’s making the worst food but I really do love the chef. Look at his mittens !!! it’s another little chef puppet

how is my man running a kitchen like that 😭

strong arming someone is bad but when you threaten someone’s family and kidnap them, maybe don’t squirm with a firm shoulder hold 😍

lmao the good lawyer dad getting happy sends 😭

the firm owner’s voice is so good. like he’s so full of excitement lmaooo.

honestly she gave a pretty solid first talk, I will steal it. ‘Small wins eventually lead to great victories, let’s not work too hard if we’re not being appreciated’ solid 👍

the zombie dancing 🧟‍♂️

they give zero fucks in this building I love them 😂

the 4 bottle of makegeolli, he isn’t making it out I fear

that’s her son 😔 at least he gets to hear it from someone else. always feel weird in these plot lines tbh because even if it is one character or just one side of the story him and his mom have probably felt a lot of pain throughout these 30 odd years. and after all that time you have to make the choice of letting go and moving forward

idk if Vince is being serious rn or playing him like does he actually feel bad about the condition of the people in the building?

this is actually so real because so many people get stuck in the system simply because they do not have the resources to challenge their verdict or bail themselves out.

the good dads get to teach you how to drink I guess. In Itaewon class it was the Saeroyi’s dad and here it’s our sweet Hong Yuchan

lmaooo her bowl cut and blonde hair I love Chayoung

Not the [ominous music] tag as he looks at her pictures omg ???

Junwoo just rat them out babes !!! this is not okay. go supply this information to her dad <3

She’s so real for screaming at him. Parents will sometimes ignore your phone at the worst time lmaooo

The way he’s staring at her, this better not be we were in love or passing in love as kids lmaooo 😭✋ that trope just always finds a way into all my shows

my dramatic ass sister will be dramatic with her hands in her pockets I love her !!!

lmaooo no one will let him eat here 🤣 he has not been able to compete one meal

oh my god dad lawyer stay alive

my girl might get fired but her priorities are straight !!!

the chef with his pizza getting a slo mo shot is so precious. look at his pizzas! he could never mess that up 🍕❤️

lmaooo they’re having a slo mo stare moment and there’s just a big inflated Italian man in between them 😭

me praying that he likes her before she likes him 🙏

the theme music, an unserious show

in the last moments of the episode is when it always hits you HOW much has happened

18 more to go

[breitweisergallery]

1, 2, 3, 19, 37 🫡

hi!!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Probably voices stolen and people borrowed. You're getting me at my best, writing writers.

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

(Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff, Getting Together, Post-Canon, Character Study) Oh boy. Most of those for sure. The fact that fluff is above angst is genuinely surprising, but I think I also... don't post a lot of the angst I write. Or I don't blanket tag it as much as I should.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Overthinking, lack of communication, writers existing, overly complicated plots, hurt/comfort.

19. If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?

You didn't specify a fic, but I'll pull my top two TDJ fics and expand on those. For the idol fic, I would love at some point to write a spin-off focused exclusively on the idol world within the TDJ universe. I have a bunch of groups created and I would love to just let them play out without Yohan being there. For the crime student Gaon one, I would LOVE a world in which I had the energy to sit down and write out more about Sunah and Yohan's relationship here.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

... you're gonna get one per fandom. i orphaned the only hannibal fic i ever published so let's leave that one on the backburner

my lifeline to keep from being buried amidst it all (The Devil Judge) - I love this world in which Gaon was adopted by Kyunghee, in which Yohan is constantly at war with himself, where Elijah hasn't given up on him. Yohan in here is incredibly reflective of my own mental state and I think this fic deserved better.

the name of us (Strangers From Hell) - Musings on Moonjo and names? Jongwoo giving the best gift of all (a name). Yummy.

(this might be cheating but) baby we (could be gods) (Vincenzo) - it's a series, true, but they're both extremely short pieces. A world in which Vincenzo and Hanseok work together, in which cruelty is wielded like a blade. I think about them All The Time.

don't let me know (Dimension 20) - The moment when Gilear finds out the truth. I have such a soft spot for the Dude and i think writing him pre-series is so so fascinating.

sleeping snakes (Critical Role) - Astrid making bad choices! Wulf and Caleb taking care of her! Soft babies.

(now we're gonna get really deep into it) Was it That the Silhouettes of People Were Looking For (BTS) - Marvel cross-over for a fest way back in the day! FrostIron but make it jinkook.

Growing Pains (Super Junior) - I am a messy messy person and teukchul student/teacher just. works. I think abt this fic a lot. I should return to it someday.

send me asks | questions for writers

[driftbending]

[wongyuseokie]

Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst |  ♥ completed works

Word Count:  2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky. 

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk. 

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans. 

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a  hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake. 

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside. 

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival. 

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living. 

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.” 

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you,  eyes trained on you as if you were a target. 

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble. 

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible. 

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname. 

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

 “You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation. 

 “Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.” 

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck. 

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers. 

“No, Jun, please.” 

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out. 

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.” 

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs. 

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you. 

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.” 

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss. 

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared. 

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him. 

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was. 

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips.  Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table. 

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though. 

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered. 

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night. 

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades. 

“Morning beautiful.” 

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms. 

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you. 

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.” 

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other. 

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.” 

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say. 

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before. 

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight” 

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.

[ch0wen]

If you're still taking requests I loooovvveddddd the possessive Tangerine getting in the bar fight if you could do something like that or a continuation of that!!

A/N: Thaaaank you for the love, Meg!!! :) This popped into my head first thing when brainstorming for jealous Tangerine. I'm sorry if it's not quite what you were hoping for but hopefully, it's a fun read...

Tempting the Target | Tangerine x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual content, violence, and cursing

You feel the heat. It’s boring through the back of your head. Spreading across the side of your face. Pinking your cheeks. Your skin is getting hotter and hotter. How can one person create this much of a reaction without even touching you?

Maybe because the source of the heatwave is your very attractive and very overprotective partner, Tangerine. You can feel his silent rage but don't want to risk looking over at him to confirm. It's safe to assume his handsome face is scrunched up in irritation because you’re currently flirting with a man named Paul.

"A little green-eyed monster is creeping out," Lemon sing-songs while flipping through his magazine. The Twins are a few rows down out of Paul's sight. Lemon with his back to you and Tangerine opposite to monitor.

Tangerine swipes at his nose causing his brother to guffaw.

“Not a bogey, you git! You're jealous. And that don't make much sense, since you’re the one who suggested she’d be the decoy.”

Tangerine glares at Lemon, “do not put this on me. She was begging to help out and your incessant encouragement that she'd be ‘proper amazing’ or ‘really time you put some trust in her, Tan,’ didn't help at all."

“That’s not what I sound like, right?”

Tangerine’s glare was enough of an answer for Lemon.

“Fuck you. Alls I know is she is doing a good job keeping him distracted and occupied. You’re just possessive as shit.”

Paul, the target, is playfully toying at your ankle which was previously stroking against his calf. You take it as a sign to get closer. He determines your next move before you can by grabbing your hips to tug you forward to straddle his lap. Tangerine is blowing a long expel of air out of his nose while he watches. Fortunately, the noise of frustration is only heard by Lemon. Who pauses his newly begun story to snicker at his brother’s annoyance.

“You’re not listening.”

“Haven’t you said that’s one of my faults?” he grits out.

“Oh! So you do listen?”

One checkpoint in this mission was to figure out how to stun Paul without killing him. The Twins were hired to locate this man and bring him back to Vincenzo, a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss. Apparently, Paul worked alongside him before going AWOL and owes him a lot of money and knows too much. The Twins really dumbed down the explanation of this operation to you while driving to the station. All you knew was that you got a chance to help out your boyfriend and his brother. They’re finally letting you into their world. And it felt amazing.

But their most important focus, since letting you tag along, was that they wanted you to stay safe. So, your task was to seduce Paul into thinking he’s about to have a quick fuck in the train bathroom. Only to be met with one of the Twins who will stun him, out of the public eye, and haul his unconscious body off the train once arriving at Cinque Terre, where they’ll meet with Vincenzo’s goons.

But that was with the impression that you could just use your charm to lure Paul to the bathroom. They underestimated just how shamelessly horny this guy could be. He knows there are at least two other people in this train car with him but here he is sneaking his hands up your dress.

Tangerine's eyes never left you. He was watching. Monitoring. While it was torture to see you get groped by this scumbag, he knew it was all a part of the plan. But the idea of Paul actually believing he could get lucky with you makes his hands grip the armrests even tighter. They’re meant to let this play out but this feels wrong, and he’d be damned if the guy’s fingers creep any further up your leg.

You mask any indication that you’re uncomfortable with Paul’s hands all over you by nervously laughing. To men that just sounds like flirtatious giggles. Good cover. He buries his face into your neck, the way Tangerine does to breathe you in in the mornings when he grants himself a few extra lazy moments to stay in bed. To ignore the disgust in the pit of your stomach, risk ruining the plan, and disappoint the Twins, you’re putting yourself in this recent memory of Tangerine grabbing for you after work. His hands transform into Tan’s, which are now gripping too harshly at your hips. 'His' newly shaved face rubbing against your sensitive skin. 'His' dick pressing against you…-

okay, that’s enough!

He is not Tangerine. You’re realizing you’re truly in over your head thinking you could disconnect enough to assist them in a mission.

From the angle you’re perched on Paul’s lap, you can see over his seat. You steal a glance towards the Twins. Tangerine’s eyes immediately find yours. They were empty. You can’t react fast enough to send him any sign of reassurance. But his look was a confirmation that you needed to stop whatever this was. You pull back to stare down at Paul. Forcing a smile. Hands caress his chest as you climb off of him.

You fake a seductive look before sauntering down the aisle toward the restroom. Your fingers dance over Tangerine's arm as you pass as a form of comfort. It's assumed Paul was too focused on your departure to notice the secret interaction. But Tangerine doesn't miss the way Paul's eyes are glued to your ass, with your dress partially hiked in the back.

"Fuck the plan," he seethes.

He’s up. Slamming Paul's head into the window. Lemon is incoherently scolding Tangerine while lunging out of his seat after him. You freeze in your tracks at the sound of commotion. Once you spin around you’re greeted with Tangerine’s blind frenzy.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your words fall on deaf ears. Tangerine’s fist pounds into Paul’s lip. It’s evident that the initial blow to the window knocked him out immediately. The guy’s limp body shook with Tangerine's beating. His strong thighs pinned him to the ground. Each collision to his face spits out blood that was pooling in his mouth. Some of it splattered on Lemon’s sleeve during his efforts to stop his raging brother.

“Oh, come on. You got blood on me, you twat.”

“Tan, stop it! Lemon. People could come through at any second. Please do something.”

As Tangerine revs his arm back for another swing, Lemon grabs it to harshly stop him. Pinning it down tight against his back. Tangerine squirms to break out of his hold. But Lemon smacks him upside the head in what only can be described as a brotherly fashion.

Tangerine is panting. Paul lays unmoving underneath him. His chest still rising and falling. The only telltale sign that Tangerine didn't kill him.

"I guess I'm on clean-up duty," Lemon huffs as he shoves Tangerine out of the way.

____

You're all sat in silence. Tangerine next to you; face stoic but thigh bouncing through the remaining adrenaline. In the aftermath, he was a second away from dragging you off to the bathroom to rid himself faster of this chemical imbalance. But Lemon was grumbling insults as he tidied up, and Tangerine wanted to avoid the chances of a full-on scolding from Lemon for sneaking off to fuck after wreaking havoc. Your hand rests on his leg; slowing it to a stop.

Lemon is sitting opposite you, next to Paul. His hands are bound with a phone charger below the table to avoid suspicion from a passerby.

“This definitely was one way to subdue the target.”

As he directs that comment toward Tangerine, he places an angry-looking cartoon train on Paul's forehead. The blood on his face makes his skin tacky and the sticker loses its adhesive. Causing it to slowly slide down the bridge of his nose, almost like a real train disembarking out of a station down some winding tracks.

"But it was a bit of an overkill."

"Lem. I'll shove that sticker book so far down your fucking throat."

[gillianthecat]

I'm having the horrible feeling that I'm losing interest in BL 😭 Or at the very least I need to add some non-BL variety to my watch list so that the BL shows I am watching will hold my attention. I'm enjoying Between Us and The New Employee but not with the same intensity as before and I feel like I have nothing to say about them.

I've glancingly seen your posts for Reborn Rich. If you have the spoons, can you share what liked about it, or if you've talked about it elsewhere, link to the post? ❤️

Me too 😕 I am also worried I'm losing interest in BL. The only shows I'm managing to keep up with are two I'm not feeling that invested in: Candy Color Paradox (which I don't think is very good but first I was pulled to figure out why, and now I'm just watching for Izuka Kenta) and The New Employee (which I like a lot but mostly it feels more like an intellectual appreciation rather than an emotional connection). Probably this pulling back is overall a good thing for my life, as I'm going back to school and need to focus on the real world. But it makes me sad—I don't want my love for BL to be a brief thing that comes and goes in 6 months, I want to keep it a part of my life. In part because I like it, but also because of the community I've found here, with people like you.

Hopefully for both of us this is just a temporary thing and we will regain our interest in BL shows. I know for me part of what's going on is it's hard for me to watch a show now without wanting to write about it, and that's simply unsustainable with the number of shows I want to watch (or at least want to want to watch), and I need to figure out a new approach. It only worked before because that was literally all I was doing with my time most days. And that's not actually how I want to spend my life, once I emerge from that bubble of avoiding the real world.

So I need to find a way to just watch shows without it feeling like an obligation, just for fun. That's part of the reason I've been watching more non-BL, I don't feel the need to talk about them in the same way. Although honestly I've also been struggling to focus there too, so a lot of it's not about BL, just my attention span at the moment. The only two shows I've recently watched straight through, completely absorbed, were the Korean revenge drama The Glory, and the 2018 Japanese BL The Novelist.

So to answer your original question, I'm liking Reborn Rich, but not captivated by it. I'm on the fourth episode, and I'm largely continuing at this point because I want to figure out what the show is trying to say, if anything about money/wealth/chaebols/recent S. Korean history. And because I like watching Song Joong-ki onscreen (the other show that I've been intermittently watching is Vincenzo). But it's very well done, and expensive looking, and the story is intriguing. This is another one that I went into without seeing the trailer or anything; I watched the first episode the week it came out, last fall, then for some reason (probably saw a post on here) decided to pick it up again. So I'm not quite sure where the story is going, which makes it interesting for me.

I was going to write more detailed thoughts, but in support of me being a responsible student and having a life outside of drama series, I should really go to bed. Whatever I have written should be under my reborn rich tag, but I think it may just be the one post.

It's always wonderful to hear from you 😘 Let's keep talking on here regardless of the role BL has in our lives.

[cybervesna]

Gush About Your OC

Thank you for tagging me @vforviktor  ❤️ I’m so sorry for Maikuro past and emotional problems, I hope settles down around Vik and Misty so they can become her friends (and Vik something more)  ❤️ Dropping here instead of @cyberspacerunner since it’s my Vesnaverse encyclopedia   📚  Rules:

🖤 Post 5 Facts about your OC

🖤 Open the latest section of #cyberpunk 2077 tag and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags.

🖤 Tag 5 People to spread the game.

I choose for this my usually neglected Wiosna  🖤 (Not a V)

🖤 Her parents (both astronomers and astrophysicists) used to be in charge of Arasaka’s space program “Athena”, where Athena is a nickname they called her when she turned out to be a “gifted” kid. That was no longer the case when they died tragically in an accident on launch from Earth when she was around 20yo. However, Wiosna doesn’t know her parents were engramed.  🖤 She wears only monochrome B&W with silver accents. At first it’s just her choice of fashion as a goth girl, but it actually has a seacond meaning. I’m sucker for symbolism, especially with colors. Wiosna at some point becomes Hanako’s protégé, and Hanako’s symbolic colors are white and gold, the opposites to Wiosna’s black and silver, where silver on top of that is a secondary color to gold (as 1st place always claims gold). I used this symbolism to show how different they are (black vs white) and that Wiosna, with her skill will always be under Hanako (silver under gold). Regardless of that, she’s still one of the best in the net.  🖤 Wiosna is Polish and born in Poland, however her mother is Hāfu of Polish descent (Polish-Japanese). Despite Poland being pretty shitty place to live, and her parents actually living in Japan, they decided it would be best for her safety to stay there. She was raised by her grandparents in Poland, while still strongly persuading culture of both of her herritages. Although, her favorites parts of the year were annual 2 month holidays in Tokyo, since Japan over all was a better place to live.  🖤 Before she ended up under Hanako’s wing, and after she was kicked off Arasaka for association with Jenkins wo was her fiancé in 2076, she used to be underground netrunner at the Afterlife claiming new name SPR1NG (Wiosna means spring in Polish but in America she was known as Vesna). While her actual net persona is named ATH3N4. During that time she crossed her paths with Vincenzo Giovanna (my V), but only on the level of being in the same place, at the same time. At some point Rogue told her she remind her of Spider Murphy, but born in corporation, not the streets of Night City.  🖤 The reason why Wiosna ended under Hanako’s wing is that at after being kicked from Arasaka, all her parents’ forture was seized from her and she was looking for a way to get the access back. While breaching Arasaka’s ICE she ended up near Mikoshi fortress, something only AI Alt was able to achive before. It led to her being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, as it was time when Hanako sought Saburo’s (engram) “council” and alerted by intrusion, she herself dived to deal with the threat (Wiosna). Wiosna’s survivor was a true miracle, and she lost functionality in half of her body because of it. But for Hanako it was a proof of her great potential, so she tracked her down in real life and offered a job by her side, with apology bonus by paying for her body upgrade to the best tech. Also Wiosna’s new arm was meant to resemble Hanako’s. Tagging: @vronism @cybercaffie @sidver @siliconpit​ @wolv2077​ @zinkleberg​ 

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Family Affairs: Teaser

Authors Note: Just a little something i’ve been working on! I got some writers block working on Grief of Hearts bc i don’t know what direction i wanna take in lol.

Pairing: Vinny Mauro x Reader

Cw: Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of Pregnancy, (i think that’s it, let me know if i need to add anything else lol)

If you want to be added to tags please let me know!

Grumbling as I stepped out of my front door, I locked the door behind Vinny.

“Cheer up Princess, it’s not going to be that bad.” Vin could tell I was stressed out about tonight. We’re going over to my parents house, they’d been bugging us to come over for weeks.

“I don’t wanna goooooo.” I dragged out, my lower lip jutting out. I put on the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, as I looked up at him.

“We have tooooooo.” He chuckled, grabbing my face in his rough hands. His thumb ran over my cheek a couple time he soon brought his lips down onto mine. We softly kissed for a second prior to him bringing his forehead to meet mine.

“Cmon Sweets, we gotta go.” He whispered, pulling away and slapping my ass. He started giggling, running to the car.

“VINCENZO!” I followed him, slightly rubbing my cheek from the pain.

“You look different Y/N!” My mother gushed as she pulled me into a tight hug, effectively knocking the air out of me.

“I haven’t changed much momma.” I really hadn’t changed anything about myself. I was the same old me, the one I’ve always been.

“And Vincenzo! You’ve gotten so muscular!” She exclaimed, finally taking notice of my fiancé. He pulled her into a hug.

“You look as beautiful as ever Mrs. Y/M/N.” I rolled my eyes at his antics as he gave me a playful smirk back. My giggling stopped as I saw my step-father come out of the kitchen.

“Hi hun.” He said briefly making eye contact with me. Ever since I found him fucking his assistant in the kitchen, he hasn’t been able to look at me the same. Their marriage has been in shambles ever since I told my mom. Kevin has been in my life since I was 12, and as much as I loved him like my own dad; He hurt my mom.

“Hi Kevin.” I smiled at him before getting pulled into an awkward hug. I quickly got out of it as my mother grabbed Vinny and I leading us to the kitchen like we hadn’t been there before.

“Let’s eat!”

An awkward silence fell over us as we all ate dinner.

“So, Vincenzo! When are you and Y/N going to give us little grand-babies?” My mother questioned, making me choke on the food I was swallowing.

“MOM!” I scolded.

“What?? You think I don’t know how you youngins get down these days? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were already pregnant.” She shrugged my scolding off.

“Uhm, we haven’t really gotten there yet Mrs. Y/M/N..” Vin played it off well.

[tearfallpixie]

Make Mama Happy - Chapter 8

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“No, the tree goes over there!” Vinny protested, pointing to the opposite corner of the room.

“Vin! Why didn’t you tell me that before I built the damn thing!” I complained. He had decided to host his family Christmas at his place this year and requested I come help decorate. Unfortunately he didn’t tell me until the day before they were having the get together so here we were, hours from them showing up on Christmas eve and still fighting to get the tree up.

“I thought you would just know that by the door wasn’t a good place!” I rolled my eyes and jerked my hand to the window.

“But the neighborhood kids could see and admire the tree from here. Plus, there is a solid 8 feet between the door and tree. Its fine. I’m not moving it.” I decided, picking up the lights and starting to string them around the tree.

“Fine, but I’m mixing coke into your eggnog instead of rum tonight.” He grumbled. He was currently attempting to hang some decorations on the wall and failing epically.

“Mhm. Sure Vincenzo.” I giggled.

“Hey, are you doing ok? I know you and Heather were supposed to spend Christmas together.” He asked, stepping off of the ladder and bringing me a box of ornaments.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I tried to sound convincing but even I could hear the waver in my voice.

“Chole-“

“I’m fine. We all have to grow up some time. Right?” I shrugged, taking some of the bobbles from the box. He set the rest of the ornaments on the couch and took the ones in my hands away.

“Nichole. Stop.” He ordered.

“What? She wanted to spend the holidays away from me. I get that. Its fine.” I snapped, trying to grab the bobbles from him but he held them out of my reach.

“She doesn’t want to be away from you. She misses you and you’ve been dodging her calls all month.”

“She chose him! She can get over it.” I huffed, storming to the kitchen to check on the brownies I had baking. Vinny followed me in there and leaned up against the counter.

“He apologized. What more do you want from him?”

“For him to rot in hell. He tried turning my best friend against me and he didn’t even let me have a chance with you before he was trying to ruin it. And now he stole her away on the one day out of the year that was entirely 100% ours. He can die an excruciating death for all I care.” The brownies were nice and crispy around the edge of them, so I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pan out dropping it on the stove top.

“Baby, look at me for a second.” There was that nickname again and for some reason I felt butterflies in my stomach. I glanced up at him and felt the anger I felt for the guitarist melt away into sadness. Arms incased me and held me tightly as tears started pouring from my eyes. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. But he’s told me he’s going to back off, that he fucked up by saying what he did to me.”

“I don’t care.” I whispered.

“At least talk to your best friend? She really misses you.” I nodded into his chest and we stood there hugging for a few moments longer. “Want to finish decorating the tree?”

“Please?” I let out a soft giggle. We went back to the living room and I picked the baubles back up, dropping them on the tree while Vinny got some of the other ornaments. As we decorated I noticed the weather picking up outside. “Oh, I hope your parents get here safely. When are they supposed to arrive?” I asked.

“In the next few minutes. They texted me that my brother and sister met at their place and were going to come with them. Their partners aren’t coming this time.” I nodded and went upstairs to get some more blankets since I could feel the chill creeping into the living room. When I returned, I set them on the end of the couch as there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, I’m so glad you guys made it safely.” Vinny said when he answered the door. His family walked in and hugged him before Rosa came bustling over to me and pulling me into her arms.

“Its getting crazy out there. Kyle, Vinny, why don’t you go and get the presents out of the car.” She said, leading me to the couch.

“Mum its snowing like crazy.” Vinny complained.

“Vincenzo, go.” Rosa scolded. I let out a giggle and waved my fingers in his direction.

“You heard Mama. Go Vincenzo.” I teased him. He glared at me playfully but followed Kyle out of the house. “I made brownies. Do you and Adriana want some?”

“Oh yes please!” Adriana clapped her hands happily.

“John, I have coffee on as well if you would like.” That perked up Vinny’s father.

“You managed to get him to keep coffee on hand?” I laughed and shook my head.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I brought it with me when I arrived this morning.” I explained.

“An angel. He has brought us an angel.” John kissed my cheek before moving past me and going into the kitchen. We all congregated in there and enjoyed brownies as the boys pulled in the few bags and boxes that had been in the trunk of Rosas car.

“Its cold as shit out there!” Vinny yelped when he came in.

“Language Vincenzo!” His mama scolded him. We went back into the living room and I hugged the drummer while running my hands up and down his arms. He dropped his head and nuzzled into my neck, shivering as his arms pulled me into him and hugged me tightly.

“Awe poor baby. Can’t last two minutes outside.” I teased him.

“Be careful, or I’ll throw you out in the snow.” He snarked back, scooping me into his arms and carrying me over to the couch. He collapsed down with me in his lap and when I tried to squirm away his arms tightened around me.

“Vinny! Let me go!” I laughed.

“Never!” I glanced over and saw his parents watching us fondly and it made me smile. We shifted around so I was sitting next to him and his arm was wrapped around my shoulder. “Now, shall we open gifts?” Everyone agreed so Kyle started grabbing gifts and passing them out. I nearly cried when he gave me several gifts.

“Whats this?” I exclaimed, looking over all of them.

“Sweetie, did you think we wouldn’t get you gifts?” John asked.

“I’m not family though.” I mumbled.

“Of course you are. Vinny is absolutely in love with you so you are family.” I was about to protest but Vin leaned forward and grabbed a present off the floor in front of me.

“Open this one first baby.” I looked at the tag to see that it was from him and I felt tears pricking my eyes. As I pulled the tissue paper out of the bag I revealed a cute blue healer puppy stuffed animal.

“Vinny what is this?” I whispered. He reached into the bag to pull out the stuffy and I noticed the dog tag that read ‘Shiloh’. “Is that- how did you know? I never-“

“I asked Heather. She told me that you had to leave your baby behind when you left home and it killed you. I hope that’s ok.” He told me softly.

“Its perfect!” I promised before leaning up and giving him a kiss. I hadn’t meant to but I couldn’t stop myself, only pulling back when I realized what I did. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine Pokie. It was cute.” I didn’t miss the change in nickname for me or how the butterflies in my stomach seemed to be more intense than ever in that moment. It made my breath catch in my throat especially with how his emerald eyes were watching me. I shook my head to clear the feeling and moved around to grab a small box that I had hidden behind me.

“I got you a gift too.” He pulled the ribbon loose and found a chain necklace inside the box. “I heard you mention how yours broke and you wanted to get a new one. I asked AJ where you got your original one. Bastard was confused why I was getting you a gift. Must have forgotten to tell him-“ I nearly slipped up and mentioned the fake dating thing but I was glad I caught my tongue.

“Its amazing. Thank you baby.” He kissed my temple and clipped the necklace around his neck with a smile. “It fits wonderfully.”

“Good I’m glad.” I looked around to see that the others were lost in their own little world of chatting and gifts and smiled. I could get use to having this. The dread thought of it all ending soon crossed my head and I frowned, trying to think of something else to distract myself but before I could the lights flickered and we were cased in darkness.

“Well that’s not good.”

[undisclosedmemoirs]

Vincenzo parallels

While i’m still processing ep. 19, I’m going to make a list of the parallels this series has fed us with like I said I would (bc omg are they satisfying and I need you lovely souls to make GIFs out of them pretty please, tho I have seen a couple of them roaming around already, ily guys).

Some of them were pointed out by you guys during this last couple of weeks and I apologize but I have the memory of a fish when I’m sleepy and just woke up, so please do tag yourselves!! If I missed any, which will probably happen because I was dumb and didn’t notice it, please feel free to add them, I will be eternally grateful ^_^ This might be a long post so bear with me or just scroll past it, it is your right and I will like you the same (Clown Town 4ever <3).

I just want to say that i am doing this because i got genuinely motivated by all of you. All of you amazing contributors deserve the world for making this experience as enjoyable as it was for me. To all of you who interacted with me throughout these past 2 months, thank you so much!

ATTENTION SPOILERS AHEAD

1. Ep. 1 – The tenants are behind Lawyer Hong Yu Chan against Vincenzo while he is introducing himself // Ep. 19 – The tenants are behind Vincenzo with him against Chief Kim while Mr. Cho is telling them who he is (the development folks).

2. Ep. 1 – “ASPETTATE” Vincenzo saves Cha Young and hangs Park Seok Do out the window warning him that if he drops head first he might die // Ep. 18 – He saves her too, only this time he throws wifey’s aggressor headfirst out the window. He defenestrated him (@dionideatta ily for making me discover this word).

3. Ep. 2 – Chayenzo’s first conversation: They just met and she is already suspicious of him, she is the one who wants to know what he is up to. Ends up messing up her triumphant leave by getting the direction wrong. // Ep. 19 – On the same spot, Vincenzo is the one in jealous mode wondering where the heck wifey is going without him and unconsciously follows her. She tells him the direction to his house “You need to go that way to go home hubby” (This parallel ended me).

4. Ep. 2 – Myung Hee and Han are drinking together. Han offers her to work with him and get behind Babel which will be the most powerful company out there // Ep.19 – Myung Hee tells Han that’s where their partnership started and that is where it is going to end since that will be their last drink together. (The bad guys have parallels too).

5. Ep. 3 – The Chayenzo balcony conversation “You know Booralro?” // Ep. 19 – “I was glad to meet someone who recognized a Booralro suit that day” (The blatant flirting right in front of my breakfast).

6. Ep. 3– Hong Yu Chan telling Vincenzo he needs a monster to defeat Babel // Ep. 19– Vincenzo tells Cha Young it’s okay for her to backoff now because they are about to become monsters. He is fulfilling what her father asked of him.

7. Ep. 4 – Cha Young calling for her father (</3) // Ep. 17 – Vincenzo calling for his mother (</3) (Wdym I’m crying again?)

8. Ep. 4– Cha Young at the cemetery mourning her father, virtually alone (psycho is not much of a comfort source) // Ep. 17 – Vincenzo at the cemetery mourning his mother and Cha Young is there for him.

9. Ep. 4 – “Promise me we will not do anything that will take other people’s lives” // Ep. 10 – “Promises can be broken out of necessity” (Nothing to add here).

10. Ep. 5 – THE FINGER FLICK SCENE // Ep. 12 – THE REVERSED FINGER FLICK SCENE

11. Ep. 6– The tenants ask what will happen if they don’t get up when the judge enters the court room and Mr. Nam tells them nothing happens, so they decide to defy them, only to get right up as soon as the door opens // Ep. 19 – THEY DO NOT GET UP I LOVED THIS ONE

12. Ep. 7– Confused baby himbo and a clapping Vincenzo // Ep. 19 – Proud baby himbo clapping happily for Vincenzo (my son is growing up *sniff sniff*).

13. Ep. 10– Chayenzo angsty hug scene. Vinny hugs her with one hand // Ep. 19 – Chayoung gets shot, Han Seok looks petrified and Vinny puts his hand on the wound on her which is right where he put his hand in the tunnel when he hugged her back

14. Ep. 11– Vincenzo tells Han Seok to kneel // Ep. 19 – Vincenzo is the one kneeling on his own accord to save Cha Young.