#vinnie's 250

[koalapastries-writes]

drivers reaction to realising they’re the sugar baby/ they earn less money in the relationship haha

also i am deciding to become spoon anon (if it’s not taken haha)

it's not taken!

also sugar baby!drivers is an excellent concept. we should talk abt it a lot. please.

alex albon:

lowkey not surprised

you don't make a big deal about how much money you have/earn

you probably live like a (mostly) normal person who just happens to be able to afford to go to a lot of races

but there were clues

totally brags about it all the time

he probably doesn't spend your money all that much tbh

and he'll never admit how much he likes it when you buy him gifts for no reason

charles leclerc:

GIVE THIS MAN THE PRINCESS TREATMENT HE DESERVES!!!!

he's like that shocked pikachu face when he finds out

totally blindsided

i mean he knew you weren't struggling or anything but he never expected you to be earning more than him?

definitely questions the entire relationship dynamic lmao

and then very comfortably settles into his rightful role of passenger princess

you are the only person he'll let drive him around without freaking out

(also probably into pretending that he's actually your sugar baby when he sends you personal photos)

franco colapinto:

this boy talks abt being poor so much he probably assumed you made more money than he did

still probably only thought you made like a comfortable wage and not more than an actual f1 salary?

takes a longggggg time for him to be comfortable with you spending money on him

when he does though ... he gets so giggly whenever you give him presents istg

kinda loves that he can just pretend to be your trophy boyfriend

jenson button:

post-retirement he's surprised but like. it's much more feasible?

still takes him a minute to get his head around but then he's always teasing you about making you pay for dates and everything

pre-retirement though? he is a MENACE

he's using your card for literally everything and absolutely will not shut up about being a sugar baby to the other drivers (even though you're actually his boyfriend and not just his sugar daddy)

side note but he'd definitely be using your money to buy himself sex toys and stuff and then sending you cheeky texts thanking you for the 'gift' and a photo of him using it

kimi antonelli:

surprised but pleasantly

definitely holds it over ollie's head

loveloveloves being your trophy boyfriend

like he's a literal f1 driver now and he's walking around telling people about how his boyfriend bought him his dream (road) car

very cute

kimi raikkonen:

kinda doesn't care but still kinda likes it?

he doesn't want you to spend tons of money on him

but he likes that you could

also likes homemade things a lot more than if you bought him something mega expensive?

he'd take cooking together over a fancy restaurant any day

lance stroll:

did not think it was possible

and tbf neither did anyone else

the whole internet thought you were a gold digger

lance knew it was possibility but he was like. ykw he's hot and i love him idc.

and then he catches a glimpse of your bank account one day and his eyes nearly fall out of his head

kind of loses his mind a little bit?

can't talk to you without stuttering and blushing for DAYS

secretly likes it when you call him a princess

yes this is a reference to the "call me a pillow princess the way i sleep forever and ever" post

oscar piastri:

silently proud

lets you pay for everything (you WILL fight him for the cheque)

kinda loves that you just quietly take care of him?

won't really tell anyone other than his family and maybe logan because it came up once

you would definitely take care of his whole family at the drop of a hat

guys i think i may have fallen in love with sugar baby!drivers

[koalapastries]

officially posted my last fic until december 30 which means ... *drumroll* ... it's event season :)

now i have no idea if anyone is actually gonna like. look on this blog. but if you are, i'm gonna have my inbox open to ask me anything until dec 29. including everything from drivers to me irl. go nuts.

love you guys <3

[amphitriteswife]

Vinny dating HC’s

🏍️ He’s a tsundere okay? He would be stand off-ish with you at first and assume your life is easy because you come from money. Doesn’t have to be the case ofcourse but he’s an asshole so he did assume it

🏍️ will probably ignore you. He’s not someone to reach out first so you probably have to push yourself and actually make an effort. It will feel one sided at first but if he feels that connection he will find himself thinking of you or wondering what you’re up to. He might actually try to find you or reach out first if you stop coming over

🏍️ DON’T call him pet names. He will feel embarrassed and will not do it back. Just call him Vinny or Vin. He’ll call you by your name too. If you do call him pet names and others hear it he will walk away embarrassed. Especially if Minu and Dom will start laughing at him.

🏍️ ‘babe what would you do if i was broke?’ ‘Leave you probably.’ ‘Wow what a shallow gold digger you are.’ ‘It was a joke.’ ‘No its not’ ‘yeah it is’ ‘you’re Vinny. You don’t make jokes.’ ‘Wow. You think so lowly of me?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘….’

🏍️ give him food and he’ll be indebted by you. No more eating ramen every night…he can finally eat a normal meal. Even if you tell him its the most normal thing in the world he’ll be so grateful. Worst thing is that he sees it as a date, so he’ll be extra flustered

🏍️ ‘hey can i ride on your bike?’ ‘No way. I need it for races. Besides you’ll damage it. Or worse you’ll fall and hurt yourself.’ ‘Come onnnnn. I’ll take you out to dinner?’ ‘Deal.’

🏍️ He’ll stop by your school to pick you up. Most of the time he’s either skipping his own school or working so he doesn’t mind coming to your school. If he finds out you go to the same school as Jay and Minu he’ll avoid them. He doesn’t want to be seen as a caring boyfriend

🏍️ if you’re close friends with Minu because of rich parents he’ll lose his shit. He can’t stand Minu so imagine how he would feel if he finds out you two are the best of buddies

🏍️ ‘have you ever realized that if your other eye was blue that you would look like a police siren?’ ‘How does your brain even function in such a way that you think of these thoughts?’ ‘I dunno.’ ‘Sigh’

🏍️ sometimes he gets super insecure. He won’t open up about it either but knowing him it’s easy to guess when that is. If he feels down he starts smoking and being more short than he usually is. He doesn’t want to get angry at you but he sometimes doesn’t realize that he yells at you. He would be too embarrassed to apologize too.

🏍️ he either doesn’t sleep or sleeps a lot. If he smells food he’ll wake up and eat and then sleep again. If you take him to your luxurious house he’ll sleep in your bed and insist on going to your place.

🏍️ he feels vulnerable and embarrassed when he’s with you most of the time. He’s supposed to be mysterious not a hopeless romantic. He thinks the fact you have this effect on him is strange and doesn’t want to talk about it unless necessary. He lost mysterious aura points when he got with you

🏍️ he doesn’t talk a lot and can be very harsh. Also a hot headed temper. So if you’re a yapper he either listens to you or gets annoyed. He would lash out at you. He hopes. But he does think that it balances the two of you out.

🏍️ ‘what would you do if i died like right now.’ ‘…uhm…what?’ ‘Like what if some crackhead shanks me.’ ‘Well i wouldn’t let that happen, but why you asking.’ ‘What if like. A meteorite fell on me.’ ‘I don’t think the chances of that are happening are very high.’ ‘I’ll blame you to be honest’ ‘???’

That’s all i could think about (i’m on chapter 250) 😔🙏

[beaker1636]

The Scavenger Hunt: pt. 3 Our First Date

“So where are we going?” your sister asks you, both of you making your way back to her car ready to go to the next place that you need to go.

“The arcade, I think? We were planning on a restaurant together but when we went there they lost the reservation somehow so we wound up wandering around for a while downtown until we came across the arcade. We wound up playing games and ordering garbage fried food, but it was fun. We made the best of it despite the fact that it was not what we wanted it to be,” you answer, another smile making its way across your face. “Rick was so disappointed that it didn’t work out, and I could tell. He likes things a certain way so when it didn’t work out he was upset, I thought for sure the date was ruined and wouldn’t end well with the mood he was in but we fixed it. He apologized all night long that we didn’t get to do what he had planned but I loved what we did regardless. That is where the ducky nickname came from, we picked out a small duck from the prize stand.”

“This is fun, getting to hear all these memories with you from your past with Ricky, I am glad he asked me to be a part of this with you. Did you two do anything else that night or just that?” She asked you, giving you a small look before turning back towards the road.

“That was it, he planned only dinner so we had nothing else going on when that didn’t work. We just played the games for a while and then wound up back at my apartment, watching a movie. It was nice, I actually prefer that it was something we did together. He concentrated quite a bit when he was playing, trying to beat the scores. It was really cute, I love that look on him,” you say, watching out the window as she pulls into the arcade parking lot.

You both step out of the car and make your way into the building, being greeted right away by the prize attendant and Vinny, who is standing there with a smile when you both walk in.

“I’m getting the feeling you all are in on this aren’t you?” You ask him, letting him give you a hug before he pulls your sister into one. Her blushing brightly as they both lingered for a moment, you’ll have to ask her about that later.

“Yeah, you’re going to see all of us at least once today. Anyways, I just bought tokens from this wonderful woman and am not allowed to let you back towards the prize desk until you have gotten a score of 250 on skeeball. And Ricky said you suck at skeeball so we better get started on it,” Vinny says, leading the two of you away towards the game where you let out a groan.

“That is going to be damn near impossible, she has always been garbage at it. Be prepared to watch her fail for a while Vin,” you sister teases, watching you start your first game.

You throw the balls and despite aiming at the 50 you keep getting 10 and 20 points, making your final score a pathetic 170 points, you pouting as you put in the token to try again… and again, failing miserably.

“I’m going to message Rick and tell him this is going awfully, ask if he has a back up plan for this,” Vinny mumbles, pulling his phone out of his pocket after watching you try for almost an hour. “Okay, he said that they will also accept 150 tickets from the machine, whichever you hit first so lets count where you are at.”

Him and your sister count your tickets as you continue to try, doing better but still not quite hitting the 250 mark you need to, your highest score being 230.

“You are at 125 tickets, so if we play a couple more times we should be able to make it. Hopefully it won’t be too hard, sorry, we need to keep this going and that’s probably going to be the easiest way. That is kind of mean, making you play a game that you suck at,” Vinny says, nudging your side and making you glare at him.

“It's a joke between us, that night I kept getting mad because he was kicking my ass at it. We played skeeball alone for almost an hour that night as well because I was determined I would beat him and nope. My stubborn ass wanted to keep trying but the arcade was closing,” you explained as you continued the game.

“That does sound like something you would do, have you both come back so you could try and redeem yourself?” Vinny asks you, watching as you still continue to fail at hitting any decent numbers.

“Fuck no, I wasn’t going to let him kick my ass again. Rather avoid it than admit he defeated me,” you respond, rolling your eyes as you throw in another token.

“That also sounds like you,” your sister says with a laugh, standing behind you as she continues to watch as well.

You finally get enough tickets with your last game you played and take them up to the desk, handing them to the lady who is working the prize desk with a smile.

“I take it you never hit the score so you had to ticket yourself out?” She asks with a laugh. “I was warned you might be here for a while by the gentleman who brought me your prize. Here it is,” she says, handing you a letter and a rose.

Ducky,

I thought for sure that after the dinner reservation mess you would leave, that you wouldn’t want to continue the date with the guy who messed up when the reservation was. When you suggested that we just walk around and find something else to do, grabbing my hand and leading me as you walked around the downtown area it filled me with joy. That is what you always do, look at the brighter side of life and make the best of things.

When we came across this arcade I was worried it was going to be a bad decision, that you wouldn’t enjoy it because it was childish. But somehow you read my thoughts and decided that is where we had to go, to play games like we were young teenagers on a first date again, eating shitty fried food that would give us both stomach aches as we played and laughed the night away.

My favorite part is when you insisted you’d beat me at this god forsaken game, one that I always thought I sucked at but you….yikes. Despite the fact that you kept losing you continued to laugh, to play with me and insist that my time was coming until we got the warning almost an hour into playing that game that the arcade was closing soon. When we cashed in the tickets and you told me what to get you I have no clue what possessed me to get the stuffed duck, but I did. And I love that you still have it, that it sits in our bedroom. That you told me you want to give it to our first baby when we have one so that the memory can continue to live on, that you are my ducky.

The night didn’t end how either of us expected, or wanted it to but we still had a blast and by some miracle you agreed to another date. I’m so glad you gave me that chance, that you still give me that chance.

Because I know I tortured you with that game… and Vin and Kayla by making them watch you suffer with the game I will be nice and give you the next location without a puzzle this time. I want you to go to where we first kissed, because for some reason I was too nervous to kiss you on our first date and waited until our second.

Keep going baby, I love you

Ricky

“Is it bad I kind of want to go with you the rest of the way because I am curious about all of the puzzles, one of you will have to tell me about them. Good luck,” Vinny says, walking the two of you to your car, both your sister and you getting in.

“Where are we going now?” Your sister asks you, watching you closely as you take your seat. She could tell you we’re getting emotional at this point, not that it was a bad thing. The memories are just really taking hold on you, really mean a lot and to be reliving so many is important to you and you are loving it.

“City park,” you answer looking at the rose you just received with a smile.

“I love that you are always ready for new adventures, to always find something new and exciting in everything we do.”

[vinniedangerous]

250 posts!

Appreciate everyone who’s been enjoying my posts 😁

[vinnymauro]

a year in review: creations 2023

Post your favourite and most popular posts from each month this year (it's okay to skip months)

tagged by @girlbutcherwife ty so much!! this was interesting for sure. also a day late but idk man it's more fun this way.

JANUARY

most popular: dustin henderson x landslide (837) favorite: same as popular.

FEBRUARY

most popular: nancy wheeler x marina (190) favorite: same as popular.

MARCH

most popular: roy kent x keeley jones (178) favorite: richmond til we die (159)

APRIL

and none for april byee.

MAY

most popular: steve harrington x sTraNgeRs (213) favorite: roy/keeley x another life (68)

JUNE

most popular: chrissy cunningham in green (256) favorite: chrissy cunningham x headache (250)

JULY

most popular: eddie munson x the divine infection (131) favorite: henry/vecna/001 x destroying everything (59)

AUGUST

most popular: stladies week favorite outfits (300) favorite: nancy wheeler x hourglass (135)

SEPTEMBER

most popular: favorite lucas sinclair dynamic (194) favorite: cheerscoops (taylor's version) (49)

OCTOBER

most popular: the nightmare before christmas rainbow (277) favorite: motionless in white werewolf mv (aka my first gifset) (135)

NOVEMBER

most popular: happy vinny drumming (277) favorite: miw appreciation week favorite album (43) & argyle week headcanons (114)

DECEMBER

most popular: miw appreciation week color (119) favorite: miw appreciation week favorite member (62) & stobin remake (82)

i'm not tagging anyone bc it is the new year but if you see this and you would like to do it, say i tagged you<3

[dexare]

[ Electro Magnetic Radiation Transcription ]

[LOG-?????]

Processing... (@&$)![<=&!]&□■■□□■□●●●●●◇

"Command, im getting odd readings 5 clicks south off of my location, sending data. Please advise.

***◇**

Understood, slow down, and maintain a speed of 500 knots.

**

Roger, slowing down to 500 knots.

******

Peacock readings are completely anomalous we cant make head or tail out it. We would like you to investigate, but it's your call this time. You have 5 hours of foul left.

*

Mission accepted, Command.

**

Understood, head towards the source and maintain an altitude of 250 miles from the surface. Access to experimental defensive shilddig has been granted.

**

Alright, finally getting to use the new toys huh.. Roger that.

******

🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

******

Command im directly over the source, readings are spiking, nothing inside the cabin looks like the new shilds are working. I'll send over everything I have from the signal.

***

Location seems to be a city with sandstone architecture, nothing larger than two story buildings. A signal seems to be coming from inside a mountain that's covering part of the city. Nothing on thermals or motion sensors, and the images I'm getting tell me it's completely abandoned. I'll send them over for confirmation.

***

Moving to get an angle underneath the mountain*** Negative on that, sun in the way can't quite see what underneath it, but whatever it is, it's sending those readings straight up, the signal just dipped.. massively

**

Alright, that's enough Cody. Return to base you got a storm heading your way. Vinny's already scheduled to survey the surface in a couple of days. If the anomalous readings are safe, well send him over to investigate. We can analyze the rest of the images when you get back.

*

Roger that, heading back.

*

Hey, Cody just got word.. Speed restrictions have been unlocked.."

#ChroniclesofRebellion #Fragment #MissingChronology Part - ??/1 of 2

Sevdeliza - Bluecid

[themagothyriverdragon]

I live with my retired parents due to crippling depression and they both gatekeep the kitchen in their own ways. My father spends pretty much every waking minute at the kitchen table and he has exactly 2 moods:

1) CHATTY!!! “Have you ever heard of this extremely famous movie?!?! It’s on TCM right now and I’m watching it for the 174th time. Let me tell you about it even though you’ve probably already seen it at least a dozen times and it’s been thoroughly incorporated into American culture so you probably already know everything I’m about to tell you!!!” (I’m talking movies like Casa Blanca or My Cousin Vinny) or “Hey look at these memes my other baby boomer friend emailed me!!! They’re a decade+ old and almost all at least somewhat racist/sexist/or otherwise bigoted/ignorant!!! Oh, you just got out of bed and desperately just want to get some breakfast and be allowed to wake up undisturbed? Don’t worry, there’s only, like, 250 of these memes in this one email that is definitely NOT also filled with computer viruses.”

And 2) Passive aggressive hangry toddler. Do not even consider making any amount of noise, like opening the refrigerator or turning on the water in the sink. He chose a notoriously busy, noisy common area of the home to hang out in and he WILL be an asshole about it if you attempt to utilize said common area.

And then there’s my mom. When she enters the kitchen, she also has 2 moods:

1) Chatty!!! But only when it corresponds to my father being in his passive aggressive asshole mood. He CLEARLY doesn’t want to talk, but she cannot seem to pick up on the fact that he is becoming increasingly angry and douchy with every word she utters.

2) OCD micromanaging. “Oh, you’re going to use THAT utensil? I always use THIS one for that particular task…” “What are you doing?!? You should always do X, Y, and Z first when making that recipe. Yes, I know the recipe says to do it differently but I always do it this way.”

It’s all just fucking exhausting. So I rarely cook or bake anymore. Whenever I have to eat, I just get in and get out as fast as humanly possible. I’m completely miserable but I live in their home rent free so I can’t complain.

SORRY Y'ALL. Twitter took polls away from non-blue-checked people so all of my random curiosities are going on tumblr! (I'll tag as 'poll' for non art stuff so feel free to block or ignore or whatever.)

[aturinfortheworse]

i'm gonna post here the entire text i've so far written for a book that would be called Salamander's Champion if i ever write more of it.

A suit sat down beside her, leaned over the bar to fill himself a glass of cheap beer, and held out a hand. "Salamander Rice."

Normally this was the point where people introduced themselves, or offered her a lot of money, or made an unnecessary comment on her background. Of those options, name made the most sense. Unless salamander rice was a drug. It did kind of sound like a designer drug, some idiot could think she was in the market. Usually she could respond with a simple not interested or a polite, direct nose-breaking. But honestly - "Salamander?"

"Salamander Rice, yes." Now that she was looking at him, he did kind of look like a Salamander. Not the animal. But if she had to picture a man called Salamander, it might as well have been this guy.

"Hey Vinnie," she called out across the bar. "This guy's name is Salamander Rice."

Vinnie did an admirable job of materializing in place behind the bar fast enough to deliver the line, "You're telling me a salamander fried this rice?"

Salamander grinned at him. "Sorry about the beer, I didn't want to bother you." and with the hand still outstretched for a not-gonna-happen handshake, he plucked two hundred dollar bills from his breast pocket and placed it on the bar. "It's terrible beer, just so you know. Really very bad. Some of the worst that I have had."

Vin's eyebrow's had a hard time deciding which way they wanted to go.

[koalapastries-writes]

how do u think the drivers would react to u having liked/were a big fan of a different driver before meeting/getting together

oh this would be so funny to see play out haha

alex albon:

thinks it's absolutely hilarious

not even vaguely concerned abt the other driver but does frequently make jokes about being able to beat them in a fight (whether or not it's true)

depending on who it is, teasingly offers to get you signed merch

especially if it's one of the older / retired drivers (lewis, jenson, fernando, seb)

if it's jenson he WILL be asking during a live interview

he's a menace

but he's your menace <3

charles leclerc:

depending on who it is, either kinda jealous or just like. yeah i get it.

drivers he would understand: lewis, seb, jenson, kimi, max, + oscar

anyone else and he will pout like crazy

would still get you signed merch if you asked tho

franco colapinto:

he was probably just as much of a fan as you were

especially if it's lewis

if it's someone younger like kimi antonelli or ollie he'll be a little pouty because then he knows that you definitely would've been watching f2 and therefore had seen him drive

anyone older and he'd be giving you live updates on how much he couldn't believe that they were actually talking to him

jenson button:

tiny lil bit bitter

especially if it's someone he actually drove with

if it's a current driver he's less bothered, but if it's seb/nando/lewis/etc he's just gonna lose his mind a lil bit

just scream into a pillow a few times yk?

also very gay abt it. starts rambling about the driver in ways that make you think he definitely at least fantasized about hooking up with them

kimi antonelli:

again depends on age

if it's a driver who's been on the f1 grid for a couple years he totally understands

still gets a little pouty if you wear there merch and not his but will cope

HOWEVER

anyone f2/f3/etc and he will be hiding anything with their name or driver number on it

nobody in the same series as him

kimi raikkonen:

could go one of two ways

either doesn't even slightly care or pretends that he doesn't

if he's pretending he doesn't care you'll start to notice that your fan stuff is slowly disappearing (he's hiding it anywhere he doesn't think you'll look)

will deny it if you ever ask him about it

he's still not subtle though

[davidlowery]

[cobwebsaint]

“…Many of the lyrics were inspired by my personal conversations with people in the LGBT community and their feelings/struggles.”

[intomusings]

﹒﹒  unisex   names   masterlist     !

back  again  with  another  masterlist  for  u  all  after  receiving  some  anon  suggestions  .  here's  250+  unisex  first  names  for  ur  next  character  ,  these  come  from  various  influence  points  but  some  of  them  really  are  just  pulled  from  thin  air  .  the  names  are  sorted  by  first  letter  but  not  alphabetically  within  each  letter  !  if  u  found  this  useful  ,  feel  free  to  like  or  reblog  to  boost  this  .

A : ashtyn , avery , adrian , anderson , abbott , aaren , aki , alix , amari , aden , arden , addison , angel , arizona , armani , ayla , austen , avani , august , ajay . 

B : bailey , beck , bellamy , blaine , blake , brooks , bryce , bodhi , beverly , boston , boyd , benz , banks .

C : cameron , camden , carter , casey , charlie , chicago , carson , courtney .

D : dakota , dallas , delaney , denver , dylan , drew , dua .

E : eden , eli , elliot , emerson , emery , erin , evan , everest , ezra .

F : fallon , finley , finn , forest , foster , finnick , frankie .

G : gem , gabe , gray , genesis , garnet , greer .

H : hale , harley , harlow , harper , haven , hayden , hayes , hunter , hero , holland , hollis , hudson , honey .

I : indy , indiana , isa .

J : jace , jack , jade , jamie , jay , joey , jordan , jude , juniper , julian , jagger , journey .

K : kali , keegan , kelan , kendal , kenzie , kieran , kit , knox , kyle , kaiden , karsyn , kourtney .

L : lake , laurence , lennon , lennox , landry , levi , logan , london , luca , lux , lyric , love , link , lincoln .

M : maddox , madison , manning , manny , marlow , marley , mason , max , morgan , montana , milo , michi , memphis , milan , mica .

N : nevada , nicky , noah , nye , nova , nash , nyjah .

O : ollie , ozzy , orion , onyx , oakley , owen , oliver , ocean , opal , otto , orlando , odelia .

P : paris , pratt , parker , pascal , pax , paxton , paxon , penn , peyton , phoenix , presley , psalm , pearl .

Q : quincy , quinn , quentin .

R : rae , ryan , reagan , reed , reece , rei , rem , riley , river , robin , rocky , rory , royal , rowan , ryder , ryker , reign , rue .

S : sean , sacha , sailor , salem , sam , sawyer , scout , shiloh , skye , skyler , sloane , sol , spencer , stevie , sutton , sydney , storm , sab , seven , saint , sage , shelby , silver .

T : tai , teagan , torrence , tyler , tristan , trevor , tove , toni , tommy , theo , terry , tatum , tanner , tate , tayler , taryn , tris .

U : uma .

V : val , vesper , vega , vaughn , vince , venus , vinny .

W : waverly , wade , whitney , winnie , willy , wylie , wren , wyatt , winter , winslow , wolfe , west , weston .

X : xio , xyla , xashary .

Y : yael , yves , yara , yensi , yale .

Z : zane , zuri , zoe , zion , zayden , zero .

[creepswrites]

Tired of Running Ch 3 (Sinclairs x Reader)

Sorry for the long wait on this chapter, life kept me away from this story. But I certainly haven't forgotten about this story! Also thank you all so so much for 250+ followers! I'm ridiculously flattered so I hope this story makes up for my being gone so long.

Sinclair Brothers x AFAB!Reader (they/them)

Summary: "Y'know Vinny an' Bo are crazy about ya?" He spoke up finally. You tilted your head and he continued. "Thats why they wanted ya to stay. Lovesick, the both of them." You felt your face heat up. "What about you then?" Lester snapped his head over. "What?" He seemed stunned for some reason.

CH 1. || CH 4.

The house was silent as you stared across the room at the Sinclair brothers. Peter and Michael were upstairs, locked away safe for their naps, while you tried to process everything you'd learnt over the past few hours. Lester avoided meeting your eyes, keeping them trained on the floor. Bo was pacing in the kitchen, looking agitated but knowing better than to lash out. Vincent looked tranquil, almost zoned out, in one of the dining room chairs. You had taken over the couch, where you sat with your arms crossed over your chest in thought. What had you learned?

For starters, you knew after Vincent was meant to take you and the kids to the House of Wax, Bo and Lester had gone looking for your ex's other friends and killed them. Their bodies were downstairs with the rest, ready to be made into wax figures.

You also knew the brothers had all participated in killing your ex. Bo promises it was very painful and will continue to be painful until they die. Shockingly, this didn't bother you as much as everything else did. You decided to circle back to those feelings later.

Most importantly, you knew the brothers had no plans to hurt you or the boys. They genuinely cared for you in whatever capacity they had. But that didn't necessarily make you feel any safer, considering Vincent and Bo had made their deceased mother into wax.

"We are genuinely sorry, Sweetpea." Lester piped up, more of a mumble than anything. "We didn't think you'd see it so quick. Thought we'd have at least a day before..." He trailed off, chewing nervously on his fingernails.

"Before what?" You asked, sharper than intended judging by his flinch. "Before you made me into one? Or before you repopulated this ghost town with familiar faces?"

"Don't yell at him, it ain't his fuckin' fault!" Bo snapped at you.

"You told me he shot three people. That's participation, Bo!" You glared at him until he stood down. "I've just learnt the three of you have been kidnapping and killing people to make them into wax. Fucking forgive me for not being totally on board yet." You stood up from the couch, rubbing your hands over your face.

"Yet?" Lester asked, glancing at you with hopeful eyes.

You sighed. "If I'm going to be staying here, eventually I will... come to terms with it." The three brothers seemed to relax at that. "But there will need to be rules..."

"Rules for what?" Vincent signed.

"No involving Peter or Michael until they're old enough to understand. That means they're not allowed to help make the sculptures or using them as bait to get people." You watched their faces, looking for any sign of... anything, really. "I don't want to be involved in it either. I'll... keep house, help strip cars, whatever. But I'm not going to kill people. Or help you make them wax."

The three seemed to share a look before nodding. "Fine with us," Bo shrugged, uncaringly. "Ya can't leave Ambrose though. Keep the boys inside the house and upstairs in Vinny's room when we have guests an' there shouldn't be any issues."

Letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding, you nodded amicably. You didn't look at them, staring at the unlit fire place as you heard two of them stand and make their way outside. The backdoor swung open and closed and you shut your eyes.

You felt Vincent's too-knowing eyes on you. Turning your head to avoid meeting his gaze didn't make the feeling go away. You knew it was Vincent and you knew what he was thinking about.

...

Your sobs grew in volume as you wept in Vincent's arms. At first, seeing your horrible partner strung up like a turkey as a wax model had scared you. But as reality set in, your sobs shifted from cries of sorrow to... joy. They were gone. Truly gone! They couldn't hurt you or the kids anymore.

Gently, you and Vincent set the boys down and you felt them cling to your legs in confusion. You wrapped your arms around Vincent and let out giddy laughs. He gave you a surprised look as you pressed a sloppy kiss to the lips of his mask. "They're gone," you whispered to him. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you caressed his cheeks. "They're fucking gone, oh my god..."

It felt as though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you kissed Vincent again with giddy joy. He tilted his head this time and you swore you felt him kiss back. It was mostly adrenaline that had you kissing him but it felt right still. Like it was the best possible way you could thank him, thank his brothers, for saving you and the boys.

After a moment of kissing him, you turned and smiled wide at your partner in the glass, kneeling down to be eye level with them so they could see your smile. The visible fear in their eyes made your heart pound.

They deserved this.

...

You heard footsteps approach you and felt the masked man nudge your arm. With a sigh, you turned and faced him but didn't look up at his face. "What?" You asked softly. He didn't say or sign anything, just took you into his arms and held you close. When he lay his cheek on the top of your head, you felt the tears you didn't even realize you'd been holding back finally fall. Wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his sweater, you let yourself cry. Everything over the past few days had just been so so stressful for you.

You worried if you were trading one prison with your partner for a new one with the Sinclairs.

Washing the dishes from this morning was something you could do to keep your hands busy. After the events of today, you just needed a minute to yourself. You'd given the boys some crayons and coloring books and were letting them go to town on the pages in the living room. Since this afternoon, Vincent and Bo had been in the backyard cleaning up the cribs.

At first, you'd thought that your sons having cribs with the twins' names on it would be weird. But honestly, that wasn't the weirdest thing anymore.

"Pink dinosaurs, aye?" You heard Lester's voice over the running water. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled slightly at the sight of the dog Jonesy sniffing and licking your giggling kids under Lester's watchful eyes. The grocery bags had diapers for the boys, baby food, food you liked, that sort of thing. If you were going to be staying, they'd need to provide for you and your boys.

Peter started on a story about Abby the Pink T-Rex who was trying to eat all the other dinos for being mean about how pink she was while Lester led him into the kitchen to set groceries down. Lester nodded along with the story, giving comments when prompted.

Despite everything, the Sinclairs were not cruel to you or the boys. Yet, at least. Though you reminded yourself they liked you

Setting the dishes down, you approached Lester cautiously as he was setting things down in the fridge. You leant against the table and watched him set things into cupboards and fridges, catching his eye every so often. You felt your face warm up at his secret little smiles every time he caught your eyes.

Cute.

"Y'know Vinny an' Bo are crazy about ya?" He spoke up finally. You tilted your head and he continued. "Thats why they wanted ya to stay. Lovesick, the both of them."

You felt your face heat up. "What about you then?"

Lester snapped his head over. "What?" He seemed stunned for some reason.

"Why did you want to keep me around then?"

Lester stared at you for a long moment and smiled at his red face. "Well, they're the oldest so. Gotta do, uh, whatever they ask, y'know?" You approached him slowly and he kept rambling, avoiding your gaze and rubbing his neck. "B-Besides, Vinny told us 'bout you kissing him so obviously he was gonna want ya to st-" You cut him off with a soft kiss.

It was different from your kiss with Vincent. It helped not having a mask to worry about. Lester froze up in surprise for only a moment, he was a quick learner. The man melted gently into the kiss, eyes closing as he tugged you closer. When the two of you parted, he stared at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky. "W-well, Sweetpea, that's, uh," he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm- I'm flattered, uh," he stuttered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for another kiss.

Maybe everything could be okay. You could learn to be happy here.

The sound of Bo's yelling had you flinching again. It had been about three weeks since you'd settled into life with the Sinclair brothers. Your usual routine consisted of waking up Peter and Michael for breakfast each morning, having them dressed and downstairs in time for you to see Lester off before work. Some days you'd make the three boys breakfast but Lester was usually off to work earlier than his brothers woke.

Today, you'd made him lunch before seeing him off. Vincent and Bo would typically fend for themselves for breakfast but you always made lunch.

You'd spend time with your boys once Vincent was at work in the basement and Bo was off to the mechanic shop. Usually Bo preferred to keep his distance from you, still not used to having you around. If Vincent wasn't busy, he'd help entertain Peter and Michael while you did chores. Today you'd dusted and swept the floors but tomorrow you would have to do it again, judging by the plate that had shattered when Bo threw it.

No one had been expecting guests today. Usually it was Lester and Bo who would scout them out to warn everyone. But somehow you being home had infuriated Bo and he was taking it out on you.

Learning sign language was slow-going for you but you knew enough to tell Vincent was trying to defend you from his twin brother. Two of the guests lay bleeding out on the carpet - you made a mental note you'd have to add that to your chores list tomorrow - and Lester had gone chasing the other in his truck when they'd gotten out of Ambrose.

Bo was furious. He and Vincent had been quick but not fast enough to catch the guests before they'd found you sweeping outside. You were too normal, too vulnerable looking with two toddlers around you almost constantly. Said toddlers who you'd shooed upstairs when you saw the rage in Bo Sinclair.

So you stood silently, letting him throw hurtful words, plates, and whatever else he could get his hands on. You were used to that.

"Bo, stop it!" Vincent signed aggressively as another plate shattered at his twins feet, crunching the porcelain under his heavy boots. "They didn't do anything!"

"You don't fuckin' know that!" Bo shouted angrily. "Saw em talkin' with the bastards, bet they were tryin' to get em to SAVE em or some shit! Well too fucking bad bitch!" The mechanic grabbed a pool ball and threw it at you, a yelp escaping you as you ducked just in time for it to smash into the cabinet behind you. Tears fell down your face as Vincent stepped in front of you.

Curling in on yourself, you heard Bo continue. Rambling about how you were trying to escape, tried to convince the survivors to save you and the kids. You could feel yourself shaking and sobbing even though it felt like you were watching yourself more than experiencing it. You felt hands on your arms pull you up and you blinked back tears as you took in Vincent's face. The wax looked cracked in a few places and the shadows of the mask obscured his eyes but you could feel the pity oozing off of him. Bo kept screaming at you, at Vincent, accusing you of betraying them and Vincent pulled you away from the counter and towards the basement.

For a moment you thought Vincent was going to make you into wax - or worse, throw you to Bo - before the front door swung open, cutting off the twins argument. "Hey, Bo, got the last-" He blinked rapidly, taking in the scene of his brothers and you, his face falling at your tears. "Aw, sweetpea, it's okay, ya don't have to see the bodies-"

Bo cut him off. "They're a fuckin' TRAITOR, Les, don't speak to em." His voice was dripping with malice as he glared you down.

Lester looked at him and then to Vincent. "What's... goin' on?"

"THEY were askin' the fuckin' bastards to save them and the brats. They're-" Lester cut Bo off with an unusually sharp look.

"I asked Vince. Wait your turn." Bo seemed stunned into silence at the harshness in Lester's voice. "Vinny, what happened?"

"Two of the survivors came up here when they saw them sweeping," he signed slowly as you wiped your eyes, "I don't know what they said, Bo and I didn't even know they were coming till we were killing them."

Lester nodded slowly, watching you choke back sobs in hopes Bo wouldn't shout again. He stepped towards you confidently before pulling you away from the twins. He fixed Bo with a harsh stare before taking your hand and leading you to the stairs. "We gotta kill em Lester!" Bo shouted. "They're a fuckin' traitor!"

Lester shot Bo a glare at your panicked scream. No, no you didn't want to die, you hadn't done anything-! "Bo, shut the fuck up, yeah?" The older Sinclair seemed shocked at Lester's words as he led you up the stairs.

"Sweetpea, pack your stuff and get the boys ready. We'll stay at my house tonight till Bo's done throwin' his temper tantrum." Lester's soft voice cut through your panic, blinking up at him with teary eyes.

"Your place?" You asked, voice raw from crying. He nodded as he opened the door to his bedroom, Peter and Michael asleep in a little blanket pile on the floor. "W-where's that?"

"Not far from here. I've got a spare room, just need to find somethin' for cribs for the boys..." He seemed to be thinking it over before glancing at you. "Pack for a few days, Bo should be calmed down by then. If not, I'll help ya move the cribs to stay with me."

Blinking rapidly, you nodded quickly and started packing some bags. Lester got the boys in their car seats and helped you carry things to his truck. Bo and Vincent were nowhere to be seen but the door to the basement was open, as was the front door.

You nearly ran into Lester's back when he stopped abruptly in the doorway. Vincent was unloading the body from the back of Lester's truck and had spotted the two of you. Blanching at the body, you hurried to the truck and opened the back door for Lester and your sons. Vincent watched you both, unmoving, as you loaded things into the car and got into the passenger seat.

You watched Lester and Vincent sign to each other, soft mumbles coming from the younger brother. You heard Bo's name a few times and Vincent nodded. The older twin took the body off the truck and headed back inside, Lester hurrying over to shut the door behind him.

The scruffy man got into the truck beside you. Neither of you moved. Slowly, he reached over, took your hand in his, and squeezed lightly. As you squeezed back, he squeezed you harder until you both were white knuckled over how tight you were holding hands. You giggled at his antics, feeling a bit better.

He started up the car and drove off from the twins' house.

Blinking your eyes open, you squinted against the light of the rising sun that leaked through the curtains of the window, casting a column of light over your eyes. Turning over, you blinked sleepily at Lester's sleeping form, blanket down to his waist and black tanktop covering his chest. He was breathing lightly and you felt yourself smile.

After getting to Lester's house, a cute little country home not far from Ambrose, you'd basically collapsed on the bed. The boys were set up on a spare bed upstairs surrounded by pillows to hopefully prevent them from rolling off the bed. You vaguely recall arguing with Lester over him sleeping on the couch before you told him to just sleep in the bed.

Seems you'd won the argument there.

You sat up slowly and surveyed the room. It was fairly similar to Lester's bedroom back at the family home but he'd opted for greys in this new room. There were antlers mounted on the wall, decent condition as well, with a few clothes thrown about the floor. Empty water bottles set on top of his overflowing dresser and there were some posters for bands and movies you didn't recognize.

The whole room felt very much like Lester.

Swinging your feet over the side of the bed, you stretched with a groan. You'd slept in just a shirt and underwear - you could recall Lester blushing over that - and made your way to the guest room.

Peter and Michael were good at keeping themselves entertained. You'd left them with a decent supply of toys and two chilled bottles of milk, in case they needed anything. Besides needing to change them, they had learnt to be fairly self sufficient. With how neglectful your last partner had been, they had to. You kissed them both as they blinked awake, cooing at you.

Breakfast was certainly in order. Pancakes, perhaps, if Lester had the ingredients. You led the boys down the stairs, letting their sleepy recounting of their dreams wash over you while you got them situated on some chairs. Having high chairs had been helpful, you thought to yourself. Well, its not like the boys were fidgety. They could sit on a chair and drink their bottles whilst you got food prepared.

Giving them each a wooden spoon to entertain themselves with, you set to work. There was enough things in the fridge and cupboards for you to make pancakes with sausage and eggs. Perfect!

You'd gotten so into the zone, you didn't even realize the boys squealing and running off to greet Lester, who'd made his way downstairs in his tanktop and sleep pants and was now watching you cook. "I get why Vinny likes watchin' ya so much," his voice close to your ear startled you, "you're awful pretty when you're focused."

Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you kissed his cheek and kissed a giggly Peter who he'd picked up. "Any preference for eggs?"

Lester hummed. "Scrambled with cheese?"

"As you wish," you smiled and started cracking eggs into the sizzling pan. Lester sat on a chair nearby and held Peter in his lap, watching you while he bounced the kid on one knee, Michael talking animatedly about his dinosaurs.

...

"Lester, can you go wake up your brothers? Breakfast is almost ready." Ma smiled at him with a bright look. Lester nodded excitedly before hurrying upstairs, ignoring his father's call to not run in socks. The twins usually slept in late, Ma said it was a nasty habit of fifteen year old boys that she hoped Lester didn't fall into. At only ten years old, Lester wanted nothing more than to please his parents.

Knocking on the dark wood door, Lester waited for a response. When none came, he pushed the door open.

The room was still dark, courtesy of Vincent's blackout curtains, and the twins were obviously still asleep. Creeping over to the bottom bunk, Lester decided it was better to wake Vincent first and let him wake up Bo rather than try to wake them both himself.

He still remembered the black eye Bo had given him last time he'd tried.

Clicking off the wave machine Vincent used to sleep, he nudged his older brother awake. "Vince? Vince, wake up!" The boy rubbed his good eye as he blinked up at Lester, yawning wide. "Breakfast's ready, can ya wake up Bo?" A nod. "Thanks!" Lester whisper-yelled before scampering out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

It wasn't long before the twins were stumbling sleepily after their hyperactive ten-year-old brother, Bo barely even awake when they greeted their parents in the kitchen. "Morning boys," Ma smiled, kissing Vincent on the head as Bo slumped into the nearest chair. "Food's almost ready now."

Ma always made waffles on the weekends.

Vincent brought plates to the table, setting them in front of Bo, Lester, and their dad before sitting down with his own. Dad had just set his newspaper down when he noticed Bo had begun eating. "Bo!" He chastised harshly, "We have to say grace! Have you given up on God, is that what it is?" Lester blinked over at Bo who was chewing thoughtfully on a waffle.

"What's God ever done for us?" He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "'sides, if I was gonna thank anyone for makin' this, it'd be Ma."

Vincent snorted but their father glared them down. "Boys, God saved you two for us. You could'a died but God saved you. Be a bit more grateful, yeah?"

Lester watched the twins share an uneasy look as Bo set his fork down with a harsh clatter. He let out a little internal sigh of relief that Bo and their dad wouldn't be fighting today. When Ma sat down, their father began saying grace. Curiosity got the better of Lester and he peeked an eye open, noticing the twins were just staring at each other, not saying grace. He was going to call them out on it before he saw Vincent sign.

"Do you wish we had died?" Lester felt like someone had dropped a bucket of ice in his stomach.

Bo seemed to contemplate it before signing back, "I wish you had lived and I hadn't." Lester watched Vincent from under his lashes, expecting Vincent to be as horrified as he was.

"I feel the same but about myself. Though I guess if we had been normal, Ma wouldn't have had Lester." The older boy signed before adjusting his hair to cover the side of his face. He looked like he was going to continue but then Ma and Pa opened their eyes and began eating.

Lester stared across the table at Bo and Vincent, his stomach in too many knots to eat. Staring at his plate, he briefly wondered if Vincent was telling the truth.

...

"Les?" Your voice cut through the man's thoughts and you watched his glassy eyes focus on you. "Breakfast's ready." He gave you a slight smile, setting Peter down to let him scramble over to the chair next to his brother. Feeling a rush of concern, you stepped over and kissed the top of the man's head.

"Thank you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your stomach.

"For what?" You giggled at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"...making breakfast." He smiled, standing to kiss you briefly before heading into the kitchen to grab something to eat.

[venicebixch]

Crush part 3

trigger warnings for this one include physical fighting, verbal altercations, DV, and mentions of blood and vomiting, although those last 2 are fairly mild. mostly, just beware of the fighting and DV if that could possibly be triggering for you. other than that, enjoy :)

After finishing up my errands, we grabbed lunch then went back to the hype house. We got everything ready for everyone to come over and then hung out until people started showing up.

Now I’m about 6 shots of tequila and 2 Coronas deep. Vinnie has had probably twice as much as I have, and he’s rowdy as usual when he’s drunk. But he’s in a really good mood, making him the life of the party tonight.

I stumble off to the bathroom to pee and take a little breather. My introverted self needs these moments alone after a long day with people, plus I feel kind of sick from drinking.

Having a minute alone makes me realize how sick I actually feel. I stand at the sink and try to pull myself together but the burning sensation in my stomach won’t go away. I look down and realize my hand is stuck to someone’s used, wet tissue that was left sitting on the sink. That pushed me over the edge and I immediately feel the urge to vomit, barely making it to the toilet. I come out maybe 15 minutes later and Vinnie and Jack were in the middle of a heated conversation.

“You’re not gonna sit here and tell me that a fucking gorilla is gonna beat a bear’s ass in a fight bro,” Vinnie all but yells across the room.

I’m genuinely confused but expect nothing less from this bunch.

“Have you ever seen a gorilla up close and personal? They’re huge,” Jack fires back.

“Bruh, a bear weighs like 600 lbs and gorillas weight, what? 200, maybe 250? On weight alone bears are gonna win. Not to mention their claws, teeth, and sheer speed. Bears are fast as fuck,” Vinnie looks over at me.

“Y/n, let me ask you something. Who’s gonna win in a fight, a gorilla or a bear?” He asks.

“Uhm, bear?” I say agreeing with Vinnie.

“Boom, see?” He says, looking back at Jack.

“I’m not gonna keep arguing it. Whatever. You’re both wrong but whatever,” Jack walks out of the room, waving his hand at us.

Vinnie comes over to me. I must look sick, because as soon as he gets close to me he gets a concerned look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, rubbing my back. I’m a little surprised by his touch, he usually keeps his hands to himself. I like it though, it’s comforting.

I shake my head no. “I threw up,” I say with a pouty look on my face.

“Alright, we need to get you home,” he says. He calls Jett over. Luckily he stayed sober tonight.

“Hey, can we take y/n home? She’s not feeling well.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jett says.

Vinnie walks to the fridge and grabs me a water and helps me get my shoes on before we head out to the car.

I sit in the backseat so I could lay down on the way home. I nod in and out, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation about Seattle. Every once in a while I have to sit up and take another small sip of water to keep myself from getting sick again.

“Are you okay?” Vinnie asks, looking back at me.

“Yeah,” I say, keeping my eyes open staring at the car ceiling. The world keeps spinning when I close them and the movement of the car doesn’t help.

Vinnie reaches back and grabs my hand, squeezing it gently to comfort me. “We’re almost home.” He says softly.

I sit up when we’re finally almost to my house. As Jett approaches the driveway, and I see a car sitting there with their headlights on.

“What the hell?” I say. “Who is that?” As we get closer I realize it’s Luke’s car.

“Oh my god,” I say, rubbing my forehead.

“Who’s that?” Vinnie asks.

“It’s fucking Luke,” I sigh, irritated. I don’t want to deal with Luke right now. I don’t want to deal with him ever, actually, but especially not right now.

“Why the hell is he here?” Vinnie sounds just as irritated as I am, if not more.

“I don’t know. He texted me this morning and said he wants to talk tonight. I ignored his messages, though. I don’t know why he thought it would be okay to just show up.”

“You should have blocked his number.”

“Yeah,” I agree. Maybe it’s childish of me but I purposefully left his number unblocked and specifically turned my read receipts on for him just so I can get under his skin and make him feel like shit getting left on read every day. I mean it’s literally the least I could do after what he did to me.

I grab my bag and get out of the car. Vinnie rolls his window down to monitor the conversation.

I walk toward the other car and Luke shuts it off and gets out.

“Are you seriously not ever gonna respond to me?” He says angrily. “And who the fuck are you with this late, it’s literally 1 am. I’ve been here since 8.”

“You sat here for 5 hours waiting on me to get home? I ask.

“Yeah, you’ve left me on read for 3 weeks now, it’s getting ridiculous. You’re done playing these games with me.”

“Luke, it’s not a game. You text me multiple times a day every day, I don’t know what you want to talk about,” I say.

“Don’t act like I’m the crazy one.” He laughs, shaking his head at me.

“Did it occur to you that I probably don’t want to fucking talk to you? I don’t want to fucking see you?” I ask.

“Don’t fucking cuss at me,” he grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the house. I try to pull away but can’t get him off of me.

“Luke, let me go,” I demand. I drop my bag trying harder to get out of his grip. He’s starting to hurt my wrist now.

“No. Stop being a bitch,” he’s now forcefully dragging me toward the front door as I struggle against him. “You’re gonna talk to me, like it or not.”

“No!” I yank back as hard as I could and he turns around and grabs both of my arms shaking me hard.

“I said STOP! Come inside and talk me to god damn it!” He yells, before grabbing my wrist again.

“You’re hurting my wrist, Luke, please stop!” I grab his forearm with my other hand, depserately trying to lessen his grip. I’m starting to get really upset, having flashbacks to my last relationship. That awful feeling of not having control of the situation and being scared creeps right back in like it never even left. Tears start to form in my eyes and my heart starts racing. I feel like I could scream.

I hear a car door slam and I look behind me to see Vinnie full force storming over to us. I swear his eyes look black with rage and I can feel the vibration of his anger from 10 feet away.

“Oh, THIS fucking guy?!” Luke says loudly, laughing. He finally lets my wrist go. “Buddy, just go ho-“

Before Luke could finish his sentence Vinnie rears his arm back and slams his fist right into Luke’s jaw, knocking him backwards on to his ass. I swear I heard a crack when his fist made contact with his face. Luke looks genuinely stunned, like the wind got knocked out of him.

“Vinnie!” I yell, stepping back.

Jett gets out of the car and runs over. “Vinnie, what the fuck?” He says.

Not saying a word, Vinnie drags Luke up to the house by his shirt collar. He gets him back up to his feet by pulling his hair then forcefully slams his back against the house, causing Luke to hit his head hard against the brick wall.

Vinnie leans in, almost nose to nose with him. “So help me god, if you ever fucking touch her again I will take your head and curb stomp the teeth right out of your fucking skull, Sapranos style,” Vinnie says in an eerily calm tone. “If you have any will at all to continue to live your pathetic life, you’ll leave her alone. Permanently. Do you fucking understand me?”

Luke glances over at me. He looks genuinely scared now. Vinnie grabs his face and turns it back toward him. “Don’t you fucking look at her, look at me. I said ‘do you understand me?’”

Luke stares at him, silently, his mouth parted slightly. Vinnie moves his left hand up to his neck, choking him and brings his right fist up, punching him directly in his nose. Blood starts pouring down his face, and Luke’s eyes shut and he goes limp. Vinnie knocked him out. He shakes his head, holding Luke up by his shirt collar, waiting for him to regain consciousness. Just a few moments later, he comes back around and Vinnie starts right back up again.

“I thought you were tough, huh? You act tough when it comes to grabbing her. Bullying and harassing her. Using her. Now you’re face to face with someone who can kick your ass and fight back, and you wanna act all scared?” Vinnie laughs sarcastically.

“Vinnie, please stop it! You’re gonna seriously hurt him!” I beg. I’m full on crying now. I’m less concerned about Luke’s well-being and far more worried about Vinnie ending up in prison on a felonious assault charge.

“Vinnie, enough! Let him go,” Jett says sternly, grabbing his arm.

“Nah, not until he fucking acknowledges what I’m telling him,” he doesn’t break eye contact with Luke.

“Al-alright,” Luke finally stutters out.

“Alright what?” Vinnie eggs him on.

“I’ll leave her alone. She’ll never hear from me again,” Luke says, closing his eyes. He starts crying.

Vinnie finally lets him go. “Fucking leave while you still have the chance.”

Luke stumbles back over to his car, leaving a trail of blood drops behind him. He desperately searches for his car key and gets in, driving off.

“What a pussy bitch,” Vinnie says, laughing out of anger.

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