#quick vin check

[car-lovers-321]

A VIN Check refers to conduct complete vehicle history check – people perform while buying a used car whether as an individual or as a business. VinVerify can help you to easily conduct a VIN search online.

#vin check #revs check #instant revs check #quick revs check #instant vin check #quick vin check #ppsr certficate #revs check wa #revs check sa #revs check qld #revs check tas

[bonebrokebuddy]

@kodedgeekthings eyo you mentioned wanting a dpxdc prompt for Howard, Batman’s mechanic!

Harold misses fixing toys for kids and in his off hours has taken up the habit of answering questions on forums about machining, electrical, engineering, mechanics, and mechanical design that are often frequented by students.

One day, he comes across a request by a college student who is trying to assemble his own car out of scrap he bought from a local wrecking yard.

Ghostly_Boy states that he has previous experience in machining and can make replacements for broken or too-damaged parts if need be, but he doesn’t know where to start and what specific requirements he needs to reach to ensure it’s street legal.

Harold willing to help, he answers a few of Ghostly Boy’s clarifying questions:

- Great questions!

It’s good to note that if you’re not careful, fixing or making your own car from parts can be a moneysink and can cost you more than a brand new vehicle. - That being said, your first major step to ensuring you can drive the car is to get the title of the body/frame of the car you plan to build. It’ll have the VIN on a plate welded to the frame usually near the lower edge of the windshield wipers on the drivers side. It’s how the DMV identifies vehicles for licensing.

- Generally, you’ll at first get a “wreck out” title that shows the vehicle is listed as a total loss, but if you can assemble the parts for the car with that frame, the DMV can check if it’s properly running and road worthy & license for you to use it on public roads if you’ve done the proper paperwork.

- Once that is done, it’s largely a case of getting the right parts and assembling them. Depending on how much you have to repair, you could be taking on a task that could give a challenge to even a seasoned mechanic. There may be additional paperwork depending on what exactly you need to repair, like the breaks, lights, steering, etc.

- If you want to build the car entirely from scratch, chassis and all, that’s an entirely different story with a much more complicated list of requirements to make it street legal, so getting a frame from a junkyard is a great first step!

- Make sure to keep all bills of sale, junkyard receipts, invoices and manufacturers’ certificates on any major parts you used in building the vehicle to prove its road worthy to the DMV when it’s complete!

Harold doesn’t always answer first but over time he’s found the adventures of this kid amusing and keeps up with it.

Ghostly_Boy keeps the forum updated with his progress:

The kid spontaneously deciding to scrap the wiring system and make his own in a span of 3 days, leaving experienced mechanics on the forum practically screaming at the kid for his updates showing him using random wires he salvaged and pigtailing them together to get the length of wire he needed.

Mixing not only multiple types of wires but ones that didn’t have the protection needed for auto use. DIY-ing his own relay and fuses he didn’t have and connecting the wrong grounds and switches. And planning on leaving the wires unwrapped and loose.

Leaving Ghost to promptly redo the wiring, correctly this time, within 78 hours.

Making a repair of a massive rusted hole on the passenger side by the bumper and the front tire via cutting 1/2in past the rust, grinding it pretty and clean, tac & seam welding the vintage aluminum housing material of a toaster to cover the hole to the response of Harold and many others in the forum just going “… I guess that would work?”

Harold and many others telling the kid that this “ectoplasm” material wasn’t cleared through the EPA’s Clear Air Act and could be illegal to drive with it as it’s fuel source unless he got the emissions tested & the center of gravity of the car adjusted to have the center of gravity a gas car has, it wouldn’t pass Federal Motor Vehicle Safety Standards. Nor would the previously untested on material make it easy or quick to get an Emissions testing certificate. Best to just stick with gas.

Removing what he thought was a “skid plate” that turned out to be another rusted out section on the frame on the bottom of his car and repairing it with steel he salvaged from an old medical table he had laying around. (To the multiple slightly confused commenters asking how Ghost had a spare medical table, he replied, “eh, my folks visit every so often and they’ve been giving me things they’re clearing out of the house so they can move closer to my older sister. I just so happened to get the ye olde medical table. They’re an odd couple of folks but that’s why I love them.”)

People just crying at the kid to go to rockauto.com and just buy the damn parts he needs for his car. (A good resource btw)

The kid kept cutting corners to save cash but through the badgering of Harold and many others that he actually would have to spend money to make this car be safe to drive in, he finally got it completed.

Ghost’s post of him leaving DMV waving the updated title to the car in its envelope in the air, titled, “THE DMV FINALLY SAID IT WASN’T A FIRE HAZARD! ONLY TOOK 2 YEARS! THANKS EVERYONE!” Got the most amount of responses he’d ever had with congratulations from lurkers and previous commenters.

Over the course of those two years, Danny learned how to draw his own wiring diagrams, properly solder and weld, and learning to actually plan out his projects so he got it right at least the fifth time instead of the 20th. Not bad for a kid that went straight from graduating high school with a 1.5GPA to construction jobs.

But after finally getting the car approved, Ghostly_Boy returns to the forum with a new problem. Lamenting that his parents keep coming over and “modifying” his car to no longer make it street legal.

At this point, about half of the answers to the submission think it’s either a joke project taken very, very seriously with a good chunk of money behind it, or a kid with parents that have narrowly avoided falling completely down the mad scientist rogue rabbit hole.

After all, what sort of parent would think that the DMV would approve to “anti-ghost missiles” being attached to the outer body of the car? Either way, the submissions always had video attached showing a demonstration, proving that Ghost wasn’t just completely yanking their chain. And a good amount of money would have to be sunken in to not only pay for the fines Ghostly continued to get from the additions to his car, but to actually manufacture and make a unique working product for each plea for help request.

Harold is not only taking notes on some of these defense measures but also decides to bring up the boy to Alfred. Intrigued, they together keep an eye on Ghostly_Boy. Bruce may be their employer, but they can handle a case or two on their own.

- I wanted Danny to try to make smth for himself now that he doesn’t have access to his parent’s lab anymore but he also doesn’t have access to ectoplasm so he’s fairly unfamiliar how to wire things Not for ectoplasmic standards.

Also I wanted to make a prompt where Danny had a good relationship with his parents & went into a fairly realistic job after high school with his fairly bad GPA so he’s saving up for a technical school via construction jobs as he doesn’t like the idea of working fast food for understandable reasons.

#dpxdc #bones writes #i have about 3 dozen ideas for dpxdc ideas to do with Howard #I’m going to be a manufacturing engineer. #i got so many ideas for this dude teaching one of the batkids or a visitor to the batcave about how cad programs work #& why he’s using x material for its purpose #instead of y material #like this dude could just be any of my automation profs

[takecareluv]

vinnie hacker req! 🤍

u & vinnie getting matching tats and showing them off on his twitch stream <3

ink baby | vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 708

author’s note : i just reread your request and realized i forgot to add then showing them to vin’s stream, i’m sorry :/ i hope it’s still okay !! <3

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

as hard as you tried to hide the jitterbugs that were crawling through your mind, they were quick to spread throughout your entire body, causing your legs to bounce uncontrollably and your fingers to tap dance across your thighs. a dead give away you were in fact nervous. and vinnie, knowing you like the back of his own hand, immediately picked up on your anxiety.

moving his right hand from the steering wheel, he placed it on top of yours, intertwining your fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze as to say i’m here and i love you.

“it’s gonna be okay, baby. there’s nothing to worry about. i’m gonna be right there with you.” he cooed, his voice instantly calming some of your nerves. “and we could always cancel if you’re not ready.”

while vinnie had been a veteran to the process, and pain, of getting a tattoo, you were a total newbie. your skin like a blank canvas waiting to be inked by the needle you were only slightly terrified of.

“no, no, i’m ready. i want to do this. i dunno why i’m so nervous. i guess i’m scared it’s going to hurt a lot,” you rambled.

“it’s okay to be nervous,” vinnie reassured. “i was too when i got my first tattoo. and look at me now,” he smiled, which caused you to let out a giggle.

“i’m happy you want to do this with me; that you feel comfortable enough to get your first tattoo with me.”

“of course i do, vin. you always make me feel so safe n comfortable. there’s no one else i’d rather do this with.” you reached over the center console to press a chaste kiss to vinnie’s cheek, prompting it to immediately flush a bright red.

. . .

for the remainder of the car ride, you sat in a comfortable silence; until finally, vin pulled into the first open spot in front of the small shop.

walking hand and hand into the building, you no longer felt the nerves that took over your body during the car ride over — you were ready to do this.

vinnie still went first to show you how the process went, and before you knew it, he was up and done — checking out the finished product through the mirror, leaving the chair empty and waiting for you.

“you ready, baby?”

you nodded with a small smile, “as i’ll ever be.” moving slowly into the daunting chair, you showed the artist exactly where you wanted the tattoo to go.

they quietly counted down before beginning your tattoo, as to give you a short warning.

three,

two,

one.

you let a short gasp as the needle first touched your skin — instinctively reaching for vinnie’s arm to hold him close to you.

“look at me, baby.” he pressed two fingers to your chin, turning you to face him. “keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. breathe for me.”

your eyes stayed on vinnie as he used his thumb to stroke your cheek and whispered sweet praises in your ear.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you’re almost there, almost done.” vin cooed lovingly, causing you to now blush.

you continued to hold his hand as you began to play with the rings that adorned his fingers, a nervous habit of yours that vinnie didn’t at all mind if it meant keeping your anxiety at ease.

a few more minutes lost in each other’s eyes, and the needle finally stopped —knocking you back into reality. “you’re all done. did good for your first time.” the tattoo artist remarked, giving you a soft smile.

"you did so good, baby! i’m so proud of you,” vinnie smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before turning to the artist who was now cleaning up the station and preparing for their next client. “it looks great, man. thanks for doing this.”

eyeing the beautiful design that was now permanently inked on your skin forever, you grinned from ear to ear. “i love it so much!" you marveled, thanking the artist as well.

after paying and bidding farewell to the shop owner, vin turned back to you, “how ‘bout we go get some ice cream, hm? what do you think, princess?”

i simply do not know how to end fics. i hate this

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagines

[wannaeatramyeon]

Helloooo I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing! I always look forward to your posts, they just make my day! When I‘m feeling down they cheer me up and when I‘m in high spirits they make me even happier. So keep up the good work :3

Btw I‘d also like to request the Lookism boys reacting to them accidentically hurting their S/O (especially Jake and Goo, I just love them) 🥹

If you don‘t want to it’s fine! I also just wanted to tell you I really appreciate your writing🫶🏻 Thx!

~Your fan

Hi Anon! SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. I know it's been a while. Thank you so much for your kind words omg 🥹 your words are also a wonderful pickmeup for me too. I will work harder to keep making the most of this fixation with these silly boys 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ And don't worry, as long as I keep putting out bullshit for Lookism, there will always be some Jake and Goo cos they are my faaaaaves.

Accidentally hurting S/O: Goo, Jake, Gun, Samuel, Vin

Neither of you ever go full force in your spars together. The intent was to improve, not maim.

However, seeing a gap in your defensive stance, their right fist jabs out. Quick as lightning, hitting you in the ribcage.

Which you usually would be able to tank, except.

Fucking liver shot.

All your focus and drive is knocked out with that one hit. You're breathless, trying desperately to stay standing-

Goo x Reader

"Princess?"

Goo raises his eyebrows, a smirk gracing his features. It's not the first time you've manipulated him and then punched him as soon as he was within reach. No chance is he falling for it again.

At the sound of your whimpers, and pathetic sight of you head down, clutching your side, Goo finally backs down.

Surely he didn't hit you that hard, right? He thought you were much sturdier than that especially with all the trash talk coming out of your mouth.

"Cupcake, you ok?" The mirth isn't entirely gone from his voice, but he tilts your face up towards him and gasps at the tears in your eyes.

"My little baby! Did I hurt you?" his fingers come up to wipe the tears from your cheeks, "I didn't know you were so weak. Such a delicate little flower, my buttercup. I didn't even try, and you couldn't withstand that? My sweet darling."

Your tears dry quickly when you hear his words. More gloating than concern. "You asshole, that was a cheap shot."

"If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen, sweetheart."

"Asshole," you repeat as he cackles like a hyena.

"C'mon," Goo gives you a loud obnoxious smooch on the forehead for your troubles, "Let your Goo bear look after you today."

Jake Kim x Reader

Jake realised the impact before you did. Already too late for his fist to change course and resulting in your face crumpling up in pain.

"Shit!" his hands come up, gingerly assessing the area and eyes frantically searching yours, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"No," you squeak out and Jake has never felt such panic before. Is that his life flashing before his eyes?

And then when your eyes well up with tears, lip starting to quiver, Jake feels his soul departing his body.

Shitshitshit-

The apologies tumble out.

Of course, you can't blame him. Accidents are a natural byproduct of sparring. Jake suffered a sprained ankle not too long ago, and you still can't bend your left middle finger fully.

You regain your breath as his hands rove all over to check for any other injuries. Needing to touch you and feel that you're still fine.

"Jake?" You interrupt his worried movements.

"Hmm?"

Probably an inopportune moment, yet even through the pain, it warms your heart seeing how much Jake cares about you. "Love you."

Oh. Jake wasn't expecting that. That's what you give him after a liver shot? You really are too adorable for words.

With a soft smile, he tells you he loves you too.

Gun Park x Reader

Clearly unimpressed, Gun watches you.

With anyone else, he would have called them pathetic, worthless and a waste of his time.

But with you, it's not time wasted. He would rather be with you, than not at all. Which he finds difficult to admit. That fact at complete odds with his drive and his self. A personal weakness he is willing to overlook.

From the offset, Gun could see there was zero possibility of you becoming his masterpiece. Simply put, you didn't have the body nor talent nor skill. When you first asked him to start sparring with you though, he acquiesced. Frankly, has he ever even said no to you.

You chance a peek at your boyfriend. Already you are expecting a look of disappointment, instead you see his retreating back, leaving you alone.

Tears spring to your eyes and you drop your head in shame. Damn, this hurts. You're no match for Gun, no match for most people really. Still, you've been trying to improve.

As you wallow, a blanket is wrapped around your shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Gun hoists you into an effortless bridal carry, calling you an idiot.

You know his words have no bite, his actions speak far louder.

Arms wrapping around his neck, the pain subsides as you nuzzle him.

Samuel Seo x Reader

Samuel feels it in his superiority complex first, always bubbling away and too deeply ingrained for anything else.

Incapacitating an opponent, dominating them, proving that he is better.

Followed quickly by fuck. This isn't an opponent. Not really. It's you.

"Y/N?" he holds you by the shoulders and you lean into it, your legs too weak to hold you up.

Samuel's eyes cloud with worry when you let out a feeble groan.

"Come on," he picks you up, maneuvering you into a fireman's lift with grace and you with anything but. Ass in the air, hair flopping down, still feeling waves of pain.

Samuel faintly recalls his packed calendar for the rest of his day. Meetings upon meetings. Calls and face-to-faces with vendors and investors and corporate fucks who can barely form a thought between them without a brainstorming meeting and a presentation.

"Ughhh Sammy I feel like shit," you gurgle from behind him, and that is all it takes for him to wipe his schedule clean.

None of it matters.

He'll be spending the rest of the day with you instead.

Vin Jin x Reader

Vin nudges you with his foot, "Get up."

In the end, your legs had crumpled beneath you until you're flat on the floor, hands clutched to your throbbing side.

At your lack of response, Vin tries again. "Get up you pussy."

Vin is Vin. An asshole to the end.

"Go away," your voice is weak, barely reaching his ears.

He squats down and squints through his shades, trying to get a closer look at what the hell is wrong with you. He barely even touched you.

"Yeesh, are you really this weak? You're no fun."

You can't bring yourself to say anything to that, just throwing a glare at him. So venomous that you hope it penetrates those stupid sunglasses and into his soul.

"Whatever, if this is what we're doing now." As if he wasn't the cause of your predicament, Vin lets out a melodramatic sigh and lies down beside you.

"You're such a loser," he says, even as he shuffles close, carefully positioning your head on his shoulder and pulling your body to his.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo x reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyeong x reader #kim gimyung x reader #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #vin jin x reader #jin hobin x reader #samuel seo x reader #seo seongun x reader #lookism fic #lookism hc #wannaeatramyeon

[suuuupernovaaa]

hahaw [ˈh·a.h·aw] vin. sleep

Anonymous Request: Imagine neteyam being so flustered while confessing his feeing to you.

Neteyam opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again right away. Inside his chest, his heart hammers an erratic rhythm, and he’s sure you can hear it - it’s flooding his ears with pounding beats.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your voice quick and full of concern. Your eyes meeting his, and he’s nervous, but he can’t break away from your gaze.

You lift the blanket to check his wounds - maybe he is in greater pain, and you should call Tsahik.

He opens his mouth again, and finally speaks.

"I thought I was going to die yesterday. I was... I was surprised, when I woke up today."

You press your hand to his chest. "Don't say that, Neteyam. It's too hard to think about."

Last night, Tsahik hadn't been sure whether Neteyam was going to live or die. It had been a long evening, and only just recently had she informed his family that he was going to make a recovery.

Laying here, covered and bandaged, he still looks so beaten and bruised, and his voice is hoarse and tired.

"The first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes was you. Was telling you, what I feel."

"You are hurting?" you ask, tilting your head to the side. Again, you wonder if you should call Tsahik. She can give Neteyam something to put him back to sleep, to heal peacefully.

"No. Well - yes," he says, a faint smile crossing his lips, "but I wanted to tell you, Y/N, that I See you. That I love you. I thought I was going to die, without telling you."

His heartbeat takes off in his chest, you can feel it under your hand, still resting there.

You remember the night before, when they carried Neteyam, covered in blood you hoped wasn't his, back to the village. How his mother and sisters screamed and prayed to Eywa while Tsahik worked over him for hours. How you balled your hands into tight fists and cried, screaming to Eywa too.

How you realized how much you loved him, and had almost lost him, the moment he opened his eyes.

You lean forward, placing your head delicately on his chest, and feel his hand on the back of your head.

"Breathe slowly, Neteyam. Your heart is beating too fast. You need to heal," you say. "Of course I love you. Sleep, please, and heal. We have time together now."

His heartbeat begins to slow, and so does his breathing. When you lift your head to look, after much time lying there comfortably, you see that Neteyam has fallen back asleep.

Tomorrow, you will tell him just how much you love him. For now, he must sleep.

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

[augustinapril]

♥︎ — 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 — ♥︎

hi!! it's snowed where I live, and I wanted to do a cute winter event even though it's only october!! which means this is NOT a christmas event, so please don't send in any asks that are Christmas themed. ♥︎

this event will go from october 27th—november 3rd !! send in as many asks as you want.

all tags added to the post are only to get reach for the event!! not all characters I write for are tagged, so check the masterlists to see and also send me an ask if there's a character not on there!! I might have forgotten to add them </3

masterlist and guidelines and navigation post

𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 — [MOOTS ONLY!] send this is an I'll tell you what winter activity you remind me of!! ♥︎

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 — send in a cute winter date idea and fandom, and I'll tell you what character would most fit it!!

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 — send in a winter prompt and a character, and I'll write you headcanons or a blurb

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 — ask games like cym, kmk, etc. !! ask games are so fun, and I love them so much. <3

𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 — give me a character from my masterlist & a scenario, and I'll make you a moodboard!!

tagging moots for reach:

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also, a quick note to my moots: I'm sorry I don't talk to you guys very often :(( I wish I could more snd oll try to, but sometimes I just get so busy. know I LOVE LOVE LOVE you guys ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

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[bellysoupset]

Can you write a fic where Vince gets a really high fever after overworking himself? I'm not sure who the caretaker should be but I've been OBSESSED with this idea.

Maybe Vince gets one of those fever dreams that makes him hallucinate and he eventually needs to be taken to the ER.

Bonus if the fever dream is a haunting nightmare.

taking a little break from the LukeBell telenovela to torture the big guy.

This is directly after the previous fic, so I'd recommend reading it.

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Wendy was already asleep by the time Vince made it inside her apartment. He had considered not coming, given it was around 2 AM by the time he left Lucas' place, but Wendy's place was closer than the dorms and he was too tired to consider driving all the way back.

Besides, he liked cuddling.

Vince stripped as he entered the room, resting his helmet on her little work station and ditching his clothes on his path. He knew she'd be pissed about it in the morning, but right now he had no energy to pick anything up. The last thing he remembered was falling face first on her bed, throwing an arm around his girlfriend and fiercely pulling her to him.

Wendy woke up sweating. She groaned, trying to push the blankets away, only to realize she had long been stolen them, but instead all of the heat was coming off her boyfriend.

A quick glance at her bedroom's window showed that it wasn't quite day yet, but close. Wendy sat up on the bed slowly, struggling to remove Vince's arm from around her waist and then she planted a hand on his forehead.

Vin was always always warm. He was a huge teddy bear, made for cuddling. Still, the heat rolling off of him didn't feel natural. Wendy sighed, moving her knuckles down his cheek and then touching his shoulder.

"Vin?" she attempted to shake him, "Vince."

He let out a groan, but didn't move or wake up and Wendy sighed. She patted his cheek.

"Vin, wake up," Wendy's voice went up, "you're sick, honey, I need to check your temperature."

Another huff, but nothing else. Great.

Giving up, Wendy slipped out of the bed and moved back to her suite's bathroom. She had her normal thermometer, yes, but she knew he could just hold it in his armpit. It wouldn't be as accurate, but would give her a pretty good estimate. Then she'd have to throw it away, but still.

Getting Vince to move his arm was an entire battle on its own and by the time she finally managed to get the little plastic device sandwiched in his armpit, Vince was groaning in his sleep.

He winced, opening his eyes slowly, "Wen?"

"Hi," she sighed in relief, "how are you feeling, Vin?"

"Like merda," he grunted and she snorted, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"You're burning up, I'm taking your temperature..." Wendy rested her cool hand against his overheated cheek and Vince's eyes immediately started to slip shut once more, "honey, try and stay awake, I want you to take some meds."

"Head hurtsss..." he grumbled, all but scratching at his eyes, instead of rubbing them. Wendy sighed, lowering his hand and sorting through her bedside table's drawer in search for meds. It was ironic that those were the same meds Vince had bought when he had been the one taking care of her three weeks prior.

"I know, you're overheating," she stroked his cheek while not looking at him, much more focused on searching the pills. Wherever Vince had hidden them, "Vin, where did you put the medicine?"

"Uhm?" Vince groaned, squinting at her as if there was too much light, even though Wendy hadn't turned any light on and the only luminosity was coming from her window and the sunrise, "I don't want meds, my stomach feels weird."

She winced, "I know, honey, but your fever is really high..." he clearly hadn't put it in the drawer. She pushed it closed, frustrated and then forced a reassuring smile at her boyfriend, "I'll be right back, okay?"

"No, please..." Vince made a pitiful face, "don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, I just need to find you the meds, Vin..." and probably grab him a bowl, she thought as she noticed his complexion start to get paler. Vince was one of those people who actually turned green when nauseous, something Wendy hadn't thought was possible until she met him.

She didn't allow herself to linger. Feelings could be a hassle when taking care of someone you loved. Instead she got moving immediately, rushing inside the bathroom to dip the handtowel into cold water, then digging through her drawers.

For some bloody she reason that she couldn't pin point, she found the fever medicine hidden inside her necessaire. Popping out two pills she filled up a glass with water, then tied the bag of her waste basket and removed it, throwing it under the sink in order to have the free bucket.

Inside the room, she heard a whine and Wendy hurried even more, heart squeezing, "just a second!"

When she did return to the room, Vince's face had progressed from greenish pale to burning red and he had curled up on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Hey..." she dropped almost all the itens, except for the pills, climbing on the bed, "hey, what's wrong?"

"Hurts," Vince groaned, rocking back and forth, "It hurts so much."

"What?" Wendy frowned, pushing him lightly back against the pillow, "what's hurting?"

"Everything," Vince shivered, "everything - I..." he interrupted himself with a small, almost delicate burp and Wendy cringed, planting the meds on the bedside table and grabbing the ditched bin and towel.

"Vince, breathe, honey," she said, running her nails up and down his naked bicep, "take a deep breath, you're upsetting your stomach."

She knew it was a lost battle, if he had the same bug as the rest of them had contracted, then there was no way he wouldn't be puking for hours, at least, still she had to try.

He groaned, turning on his side, knees to his chest and buried his face in the pillow, "I wanna go home."

Wendy swallowed against the sudden knot in her throat as she smoothed his back, trying to soothe him, "shhh, you're okay. I'm here with you..." she said, not making any sense, but hoping it'd be some comfort. With her free hand she planted the cold handtowel over his forehead and he let out another whimper.

"No, stop, it hurts..."

"It'll help with the fever, honey, i'm sorry..." Wendy kept rubbing his back, "talk with me? What took you so long to get here?" she really didn't care, but Wendy hoped he wouldn't fall right back asleep, not with how high his fever seemed to be and without taking any meds.

"Lucas," Vince hissed, squeezing the pillow, "Wendy, my stomach-"

"What is it?" she immediatelly moved her hands from his back and hair, down to his stomach, "what's wrong?"

"Hurts so much- It's on fire..."

"I have something to help," she said, almost dropping the lampshade she had on the bedside table in her hurry to get to the pepto. It wouldn't actually do anything against a stomach bug, but maybe neutralize the acid, "here, Vin. Take these too..."

She handed him the two pills of fever medication, hoping they'd at least have a chance of start acting before being ejected. Vince swallowed them with one gulp of pepto and then immediately ducked his chin to his chest, burping wetly towards his lap.

"Fuck," he groaned, "no, bad idea..."

"Please try to keep them down, your fever is really high," Wendy felt horrible asking him this, but Vince nodded, swallowing convulsively.

"trying..." he gagged unproductively, "why is it so sweet?"

Honestly, she agreed silently. She never understood why they made stomach medicine flavored.

"Do you think water would help?"

"No-oouuurp-" he retched, leaning forward and she immediately grabbed the bucket, bringing it to his face. Still, despite Vince promptly white knuckling the bin, he only burped once more and didn't bring up anything. He was panting after, resting his forehead on the plastic rim of the bin, "god..."

"Can I take this?" she asked tentatively, reaching for the bin. Vince nodded, looking just as nauseous as before.

"I'm not gonna puke," he said strongly, voice all rough, "my head is killing me."

"It's the fever," Wendy ran her fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp, "try to go back to sleep now, honey..."

Vince scoffed, leaning on her touch, "can't anymore..." he closed his eyes, "cuddle me?"

She knew it was a bad idea, seeing as it would limit her movements, but Wendy didn't have a heart to say no. She nodded, planting the bucket at her feet and climbed on the bed to curl up next to him. Instinctively her hand moved down to his belly and Vince let out a huff.

"Be gentle," he groaned, eyes still closed, a little painful frown on, "it's really sore."

His belly was gurgling and it didn't seem taunt and stretched like the other times she had seen him with a bellyache, but pillowy and sloshy. It made her cringe in sympathy and she didn't dare put any pressure, only ran her fingers lazily over his stomach, caressing more than rubbing.

"Stop tickling me," Vince groaned, turning his head to muffle a burp on the pillow, "I really don't feel well... Can't let Liv catch this..."

She raised an eyebrow, confused, "Liv?" Wendy paused the rubbing, "Who's Liv, Vince?"

He let out another little whimper, curling up more, "keep her out of my room, Soph..."

She felt a wash of dread, "Vince, hey-" Wendy grabbed his arm, "we need to go to the bathroom, Vin."

"What?" he opened his eyes and she noticed they seemed even more bloodshot than before, "no, I don't wanna move..."

"I know, but it's important," she said urgently, "I need you to help me, Vin."

Always the fixer-upper, Vince moved to help her, even without knowing what to do or wanting to move. He sat up on the bed and she held both his arms, pulling him up. Vince swayed dangerously, threatening to send them both down and then braced against the headboard of her bed.

"I don't understand..."

"We need to cool you off," she explained, wrapping an arm around his waist, "c'mon, sweetheart-"

"Okay..."

He was sweet and completely out of it, so despite the fact that at any second Vince could collapse and crush her, Wendy didn't have all that much trouble getting him inside her bathtub.

He looked a handful of years younger, curls all messy and cheeks flushed red by the fever, eyes overly sparkly, "I don't get it... It's cold here..."

"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered, kissing the top of his head and planting a hand on his shoulder to hold him in place as she started to fill up the bathtub. He let out a yelp at the lukewarm water, that probably felt freezing cold against his skin.

"Stop, stop, please stop-"

"I'm so sorry, I swear it'll be over in a bit," her voice was all strangled, "you're doing great," she crouched down next to him, wetting her hands in the water and stroking his cheeks. They were blazing hot.

"Hurts, please stop..."

"Vince," Wendy's voice broke and she cleared her throat, trying again, "if we don't cool you down you'll have to go to the hospital..."

"Just stop," he shook his head, shivering violently, "Wendy, please."

She sighed, pressing her forehead to his, "just a minute more, okay?" she lied calmly, planting a kiss over his brow. He was sweating bullets, "just a minute."

He groaned, then lowered his forehead to her shoulder, shuddering, "I'm dizzy..."

"I'm holding you," she reassured him, and truly she was almost entirely inside the tub now, "take a deep breath, honey."

He obeyed, then muffled a disgusting burp against her collarbone, that had Wendy freezing as she realized she had abandoned the bin back in the room. Her hand cupped his overheated nape, "Vin? Are you gonna be sick?"

She felt him nod, instead of hearing a positive noise, so Wendy quickly detached them, "let me grab you the bin-"

He retched, sounding dangerously close to being productive. Wendy cursed, rushing to get up and leaving a trail of cold water behind her as she ran to the bedroom to grab the abandoned bin.

Vince had his eyes screwed shut when she skipped back to him, nearly falling and holding the bin right under his chin, "okay, here- Here, let it up."

He groaned, but didn't open his mouth, lips pressed tightly together.

"No, Vin, don't do that, it's just gonna make your stomach hurt more..." Wendy wiggled herself behind him, sitting on the rim of the tub, legs framing him. She held his forehead, using her leg to urge him forward over the bin, "let it out, honey."

Vince's hands were shaking like hell as he held on the bin and gagged again, spitting inside of it. Nothing came up, despite the gag sounding horribly wet, "Wen, it hurtsss..." he slurred, "won't come up."

Of course, he couldn't ever take the easy way out. Wendy sighed, getting up again to fill up a glass of water, "chug this for me?"

"Nooo..." Vince shook his head, mouth hanging open over the bin, "you're gonna make me sick."

"That's the plan," she rolled her eyes, stroking his cheek, "it'll help your stomach," it wasn't technically a lie, Wendy told herself, trying not to feel bad as he went for the water, all trusting.

He didn't even manage the entire cup, throat bobbing up and down and then she heard a horrible noise and he dropped the glass straight into the bin, back arching violently as a stream of vomit rushed up.

Wendy grimaced, holding his forehead with a hand, the other one resting on his back, "I got you, just-"

"Shushssh," he groaned, voice echoing and then gagged again, "'urts..."

"It'll be over in a second," she whispered emptily, already starting to think on how to best get him to a hospital if his fever didn't start going down quicker.

It went on for a while more, every time she dared to think he was done, his breathing all laborious, he'd gag and vomit again. Finally, finally, Vince let out a groan and pushed away from the bin, leaning back with such a force that Wendy had to scramble to hold him before his head hit the wall.

"Vin?"

"I don't think Lucas likes me," he rasped out and it was such a random statement that Wendy couldn't help but snort. She grabbed the bin, turning around to empty it on the toilet.

"Whatever do you mean, honey? Luke loves you", she washed the basket, filling it up with water and then emptying it again.

"No, he doesn't," Vince's voice was nearly all gone, a little rasp that was very different from how deep it normally was, "he didn't tell me."

"Tell you what?" Wendy planted the bin next to the tub again, before cupping his face. He was still feverish, but at least she no longer felt like she had to drive him to the ER right away.

"He proposed," Vince leaned on her touch, "and then broke up. And..." he hiccuped, "and he didn't tell me anything."

Wendy scowled, immediately annoyed, "well, that's a dick move, you're his best friend," she scoffed, unable to stop it, then smoothed his eyebrows, wiping away the frown there, "forget about Luke, I wanna know about yo-"

"I don't get it," Vince sounded even more strangled. He sniffled, "I don't understand, I thought we were friends..."

"You are," she said strongly, planting her lips to his brow again, "Lucas is just being a major asshole."

He sniffled again, hiding his face on her shoulder, "I wanna go to bed, I feel seasick in this boat."

Wendy let out a groan as she realized he was still pretty out of it, "we're going to bed in a second, Vin," she lied, petting his hair, "in a second."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #stomach bug #stomach flu #vince monacelli #fever

[cosmereplay]

Day 20: Chose violence

Rated Mature (violence), Vin/violence, RIP Shan Cross posted on ao3

Vin’s rage started to abate, so she knew Shan Elariel was approaching. She flared her Tin, listening for footsteps following her as she walked away from the main ballroom and down a long hallway, towards the outer edge of the mansion. She hoped to draw her enemy as far away as possible from anyone who could help.

Tonight she was dressed as Valette, wearing a long, cream-coloured gown with pale blue accents and a pale blue petticoat underneath. Her short, black hair was cut a bob, and to keep it out of her face she wore two delicate barrettes decorated in blue stones. Her makeup was also delicate, expertly painted by an artist with much, much more experience than she had. She looked every inch a noble.

It was a shame that Shan had seen through it. 

Nothing to be done for it now. Vin slowed as she turned down an empty hallway, noting a window at the end letting in the lights of the city. Besides the soft footsteps following her, there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. No security, no guests. 

No witnesses.

She subtly checked the vial tucked into the waist of her dress, then drew out a coin, clenching it in her palm, listening.

“You’re in trouble, little skaa…”

Vin spun, but no one was there. 

“When I catch you, you’re going to tell me all your secrets…” 

The voice was unmistakably Shan’s. Vin hadn’t realized just how much she was burning through her Tin. She looked out the window to find not the bright lights of the city, but dim starlight. This window faced back into the countryside.

The subtle rustle of silks made Vin turn again. This time, Shan Elariel stood at the end of the hallway, fully dressed for the ball, except she was barefoot. In each hand she held a glass dagger.

Slowly, Vin removed her own shoes, kicking them aside as Shan approached.

“So, little skaa, which noble forgot to kill your whore of a mother?” Shan whispered, but the words rang clearly in Vin’s ears. “I’ll have to clip you quick, before you can breed.” The noblewoman smiled confidently, rotating the daggers around her fingers in a smooth, practiced motion that Vin envied.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Vin said, and tore off her skirt. Burning off the last of her Tin, she turned and shattered the glass window behind her with a loud smash that caused Shan to cringe. Then Vin jumped through, using her skirt to protect her against some of the glass shards.

She threw a coin as she fell, then Pushed, slowing her descent. Shan jumped after her and kicked her in the air. It threw off Vin’s trajectory, and she landed hard among the mists. 

Vin made to roll but Shan had already landed on top of her, her knives aimed at Vin’s neck. It was everything Vin could do not to burn her precious Atium. She was on her back, her arms trapped by Shan’s legs as she straddled her. Her vial of metals was completely inaccessible.

Luckily, Shan stopped. The glass pressed into the soft skin underneath Vin's chin, and she could feel her own body’s heat dripping down her neck.  

“Caught you, whore,” Shan smiled, and pressed her weight a little harder into Vin.

Vin thought quickly. “You can’t kill me. I’m one of Venture’s experiments,” she croaked, and burned Zinc, just a little, trying to take advantage of Shan’s jealousy.

The other woman frowned, her eyes watching Vin’s with an intensity that frightened her. The look was hungry, a raging fire sweeping across a desolate, desperate landscape. For a moment, Vin was mesmerized, and missed Shan twitch a finger, causing one of her blades to flip from Vin’s neck to point just below her eye.

Vin gasped, and Shan smiled again. Vin dared to Riot Shan just a little more, like Breeze had taught her. Shan wouldn’t expect someone like her to be subtle. 

“Tell me,” Shan said, and her smile hardened. “Who’s working with Straff Venture? Is is Hasting? Did they set me up?” 

Paranoia. Excellent. The moment Shan’s eyes glanced away to check behind her, Vin burned her Pewter. She grabbed the knife strapped to her thigh and stabbed upwards, turning her head away from one of Shan’s knives, but exposing her neck to the other.

The blade slipped, but didn't slice deep. Shan screamed in a rage and rolled off Vin, who stabbed after her, but only hit air. 

Shan was fast. She rose, turning and crouching in one smooth movement, and snarled. Soon it was all Vin could do to track the glint of glass knives in the starlight as they sliced the air itself to reach her flesh. Vin cursed, wishing she hadn’t burned through her Tin, as she slowly backed up more and more, only managing to barely stay out of knife range. 

She broke away into a run, burning her Atium, then Pushed off a fence to try to find an advantage, but Shan followed easily, not just catching up but getting ahead. Shan could do everything Vin could do, and better. 

As they fought, a slice opened Vin’s cheek.

Another, her upper arm. 

Vin watched herself slowly failing as if in slow motion, a distant part of her brain admiring the pure skill and elegance of this noble who hated her this much just on principle.

In another world, maybe Shan could have been her teacher. A mentor. A peer, even. They could’ve fought side by side. Hell, she could’ve used Shan’s help choosing dresses and doing their makeup. 

In another world, Shan and Vin could’ve been something beautiful.

But Shan had chosen violence.

What am I thinking? Vin knew violence.

Violence was Vin’s confidante, her teacher, her lover. The more she got to know her, the more she wanted her. Violence would protect her. Violence would make everything right.

Vin burned the violence in her heart and fought back with everything she was–teeth, nails, sinew, guts. She fought like a cornered rat, screaming and feral. Shan had skill, but violence belonged to Vin.

Suddenly it was Vin atop Shan, straddling her in her underclothes. 

“You ran out of Brass, didn’t you?” she said with a dawning awareness, but she didn’t expect an answer, because Shan’s mouth was full of blood. The noblewoman couldn't manage much more than a gurgle.

So Vin stabbed her again and again, grinning as she bloodied her hands to the elbow.

“Violence likes me more,” Vin whispered, and licked the blood from her lips.

#minifemslashfeb2024 #cosmere femslash february #vin mistborn #shan elariel #vin/shan #kinda #it took a turn #mistborn era 1 #the final empire #TFE #mistborn #mistborn fanfic #my fic

[catharsis-in-darkness]

Grief of Hearts Pt.4

pairing: Ricky Olson x OFC Iris & Vinny Mauro x OFC Iris

warnings/tropes: slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, language, mentions of cancer

summary: Iris' passion has always been passionate about music, specifically her band. What happens when she gets to open for her favorite band of all time and finally gets to meet her heroes?

author's note: This is a little bit of a longer chapter, but we finally got some action!!! I hope you guys enjoy :P

word count: 1925 words

Iris Hart 

Thankfully, the sound check went off without a hitch. We were currently getting ready in the green room waiting for our turn to go on stage. The nervousness was bubbling in my stomach already. I was finishing Arlo’s makeup while Nora was doing Carter’s. We heard the door open, making us all look up. Chris and Ryan walked grinning. 

“How are you guys feeling?” Chris asked us, wiggling his brows. Ryan took a seat on the couch next to Carter. 

“Are you guys nervous?” Ryan asked, hitting his mod, blowing the smoke in my direction. I laughed lightly. 

“Just a little, we’re used to smaller crowds.” I shrugged down playing my feelings. My body was slightly trembling. I was absolutely fucking terrified. This needs to go well so we can prove to them we’re good enough. I need to make Ricky Olson eat his fucking words. 

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We were about to get on stage. All of us adorned in our stage makeup and outfits we did a quick huddle. 

“Alright guys, this is going to be the best show we’ve ever fucking done!” I cheered, hoping my words poured some confidence into them. 

“We fucking got this guys!” Carted nodded along with me. 

“I love you guys.” Arlo said, making my heart soften. 

“Forever in our hearts.” Nora said, twirling her drum sticks. 

“For Logan.” I smiled. I turned to let Nora walk to her drum kit first. Arlo and Carter soon followed. I was about to walk onto stage when Vinny rushed up to me. 

“I just wanted to say good luck.” He said shyly. 

“Thank you Vin.” I smiled, kissing his cheek. I heard the first chords of Psychopath being played and ran out onto the stage. 

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Ricky Olson 

You thought you left with no consequences.

You thought you could tear me in two. 

But now you’re showing your defenses. 

And you’re the one with the petty lies. 

It’s hard to escape the reality.

That you were never mine. 

You wasted my time, you were nothing. 

But I know how this story ends in your eyes. 

I couldn’t lie to myself any longer. She had a good voice, an amazing voice. She captured the crowd's attention immediately. She sang softly to them at first. She looked good, too fucking good. I don’t know why I’ve been an asshole to her. Something about her was so alluring and it fucking scared me. She reminded me of her at first, but seeing her now. Everything changed. The red lights casting down on her made her look powerful. Her dress flowed around her as she moved across the stage. She sounded like a siren and I was entranced in her voice. God this was fucking bad. My heart was pounding like crazy. 

Go and tell them all what happened.

But don’t leave your sins out.

Tell them all that I was crazy.

That you never understood me. 

Let them know,

That in the end. 

I was a Psychopath. 

She was now screaming and I couldn’t force myself to look away. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Seeing Vinny standing next to me, I forced a scowl on my face. He nudged me. 

“I told you they were good.” He said cockily. I saw the way he was acting with Iris earlier. He looked like a lovesick puppy. I couldn’t ruin this for him. He was happy, even happier around her. I was his fucking best friend and I was thinking about the girl he clearly liked, standing right next to him. 

“They’re still not as good as they should be if they’re touring with us.” I grumbled, turning around and forcing myself away from their show. This was fucking wrong. I walked back into the green room, slumping onto the couch. I ran my hands over my face letting out a sigh. Shaking the thoughts of her out of my head, I sat there waiting for our turn to go on stage. 

Vinny Mauro

She was beautiful. Her confidence seeped into everyone around her. As their first song finished, we made eye contact and her smile brightened. The things this girl was doing to me, it’s been so long since someone has made me feel this way. She made my chest feel warm. It was a weird but welcomed feeling. I gave her an equally warm smile and blew her a kiss. She silently laughed and started talking to the crowd. When I caught Rick watching her, a part of me felt threatened. He was looking at her like he didn’t absolutely hate her guts. Contrary to what he all wanted us to think. He looked at her the way he used to look at Jaime. I’m really hoping this doesn’t go the way I think it’s going too. 

Iris Hart 

The adrenaline was still coursing through my body as we got off of stage. We played our asses off. I was so pumped that when I saw Vinny standing on the side of the stage, I ran straight into his arms. 

“Whoa Princess! Excited to see me?” He smirked. I giggled before kissing his cheek and pushing him away playfully. 

“Maybe I did.” I shrugged before pulling him into a more gentle hug. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me in tighter. 

“You guys did so good.” He murmured into my hair. He was in his stage makeup and damn. He looked amazing. 

“Guys we fucking rocked that!!!” Carter said, jumping around us. I laughed pulling him and the rest of the band into a group hug. We did a lot better than I expected, considering that we had never played in front of that many people before. The show went off without a hitch. I loved them all so much. Tears started pooling in my eyes. I quickly pushed them down before cheering along with my bandmates. We were definitely celebrating tonight. Arlo was the first to break from the group, wishing the members of Motionless in White a good show. I gave Vinny another quick hug. 

Back in the green room we all sat down on the couches. We were exhausted but there was so much excitement running through our bodies we couldn’t sit still. My body was still buzzing even 30 minutes after. 

“Carter get offffff.” Nora said, pushing him off of her lap. Arlo and I exchanged looks before laughing at their shenanigans. Arlo was sitting next to me scrolling on his phone, he looked deep in thought. 

“How’s momma Lancaster doing?” I questioned, turning my body towards him. He shrugged. 

“She just got finished with her last chemo treatment. The doctors are hoping she’ll go into remission after this.” Arlo’s mom was one of my favorite people in the whole world. When we would all go to parties in high school, she would come and pick us up. Never getting mad at us for being normal teenagers. She witnessed my first heartbreak and was there to pick up the pieces immediately. When Arlo found out she was diagnosed with Stage 2 lymphocytic leukemia, he was heartbroken. He started retreating back into the boy I grew up knowing. He became quiet and reserved again. My bandmates were crazy, always have been. Arlo was always the one to balance us out. These days, it was harder for him to be away from home. 

“I’m glad, hopefully when we come home she’ll be doing better.” I laid my head on his shoulder. He leaned into me, responding with a nod. 

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We all decided to go out tonight to celebrate the first successful show of the tour. Nora and I were currently in our room getting ready. Nora tossed something at me as I was picking an outfit out. 

“Wear that.” She winked, making me look down at the red fabric in my hand. My eyes widened. 

“Absolutely not!” I threw it back at her. 

“Riri, I’ve seen the way you and Vinny have been acting! Maybe you’ll get some action tonight.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me. 

“We’re just friends!” Her face deadpanned. She grabbed the lingerie again, throwing it at me, this time hitting me directly in the face with it. I eyed it as it fell onto the bed. 

“Friends my ass! He calls you princess!” Nora exclaimed, looking at me with disbelief. 

“Look I know you haven’t gotten laid since you and you know who. Let yourself have this!” She shrugged, walking back into the bathroom. There was no way I would be fucking Vinny tonight! We’ve known each other for all of two days. Yeah, he’s hot and not to mention a sweetheart, but I am not messing up this early into the tour. 

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(Time Skip)

We have two weeks left of tour and thankfully nothing has gone wrong. The tension between Vinny and I has become suffocating. We haven’t talked about our feelings towards each other, but we along with everyone else knew there was something going on. Ricky’s hate towards me has only grown the longer we’ve been around each other. We’re constantly bickering over stupid shit, making arguments out of nothing. He was insufferable. The rest of MIW was more accepting than he was. Chris and I grew a sibling-like bond. Even Arlo had started coming out of his shell more. We played a show almost every night and I think the exhaustion was starting to get to everyone. 

“Princesssss.” I heard Vinny drawl from next to me. I looked over to see a pout on his sweet face. We were sitting in the green room, just scrolling on our phones. 

“Yessssss.” I countered, raising my brow at him. He smiled innocently, before tackling me. My back hit the couch we were sitting on as I looked up at him, giggling. His gaze softened as we locked eyes. I saw his eyes flicker to my lips but he quickly averted his eyes back to mine. 

“You’re so pretty.” He said in a low tone. My face became hot, making me look away from him. I felt a soft hand on my cheek directing my face back to his. He inched closer, making my breath hitch. 

“Let me kiss you.” He whispered. Shock filled my body. We’ve cuddled before after the shows when we would watch movies, but that was the most we’ve done. I simply nodded. Soon after I felt his warm lips descend onto mine. My body was on fire. My heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. I melted into him, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip begging for entrance. I let him in, almost moaning at the taste of him. I tasted the starburst he had been eating beforehand and I savored it. He overwhelmed all of my senses, the smell of his cologne invading my space. He slowly pulled away from me, running his thumb across my lips. 

“Wow.” He breathed. I chuckled lightly, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Wow.” I mocked him. His eyes turned to slits before he brought his ring covered hands down to my sides to tickle me. My body started curling up into itself from the invasion and loud laughs left my lips. He stopped soon after, staring at me softly again. 

“Let me take you out on a date, Princess.” He smiled goofily. I leaned up pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“I would love that.” I smiled at him. He cheered victoriously, before attacking me with his lips once again.  

#miw fanfic #motionless in white fanfic #fanfic #vinny mauro fanfic #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson x ofc #vinny mauro x ofc #motionless in white

[takecareluv]

hi love <3

hope you’re having a great day/night

i wanted to request a birthday fic?

like my birthday is on 12th July and vin’s on 14th so maybe like a quick getaway or combined celebration literally anything please use that pretty imagination of yours because it’s so much better than mine

MWUAH!

and as always

sending love and hugs!!

a.n. hi my lovie !!! the way i've had the same situation on my mind since my birthday is on the 25th! great minds think alike hehe <3 anyway happy early birthday sweet girl!!! i hope you have the best day ever, you deserve it! i'm sending you so many birthday hugs !!! i love you. this ones for you ☺️💕💌

birthday getaway || vinnie hacker x reader

with your birthdays being so close together, instead of spending money on extravagant gifts, you and vinnie would go on a trip to celebrate both of your special days. although lets be real, vinnie would still spoil you with presents no matter how many times you told him not to.

this year in particular, you both agreed to take your celebration all the way to hawai’i, somewhere you'd dreamed of going to ever since you were a little girl.

you were currently halfway through your flight, sitting in the window seat of row one. vinnie of course splurged on getting you both first class tickets.

looking down at the vibrant blue sea from thirty-thousand feet in the air, you could not wait until you touched ground so you could feel those warm waters for yourself. 

two hours and a short nap later, you felt vinnie tapping your shoulder lightly, letting you know the plane was about to land. “few more minutes, baby and we’re almost there. you excited?”

still feeling a little groggy from your nap, you only nodded in reply with a tired smile plastered on your face, before tucking your head back into vinnie’s neck, using it as a pillow for majority of the flight. 

vinnie was right. only a few moments later, the pilot came over the intercom telling all passengers and flight attendants to prepare for landing through a mumbled announcement. you let out a small squeal, you were finally in the aloha state!

after exiting the plane and grabbing your luggage from baggage claim, the excitement was fully settling in. you were so close to finally feeling that beautiful tropical weather and ocean breeze you’d been so eager for. 

but before you could do that, you still had one more stop to make. because of how large the island was, you and vinnie decided to get a rental car for the entirety of your stay so you could do even more exploring; of course opting for a jeep wrangler to get the full hawai’i experience. 

once all the papers were signed, you sat in the passenger side of the blacked out jeep that would be yours for the next week and a half.

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checking in to the beachside resort, you hurriedly dropped off your belongings in the hotel room, changing into a swimsuit before instantly heading to the beach.

you were in awe of the white sand that lead to the crystal blue waters that softly crashed upon the shore littered with seashells and starfish. it was a sight like no other. you’d never seen such vibrant color of blue, it was extraordinary.

vinnie was too busy admiring the way your jaw dropped and eyes lit up to really take in the rest of the beauty around him. you were adorable, he thought.

you didn’t want to waste a second longer without being in those clear blue waves. you were about to run off towards the majestic sea without a second thought, but before you could, vinnie immediately stopped you, wanting to lather you up in sunscreen before you went off anywhere.

you giggled as he rubbed in the coconut scented lotion, giving him a hard time as you were feeling extra ticklish this particular day. “baby you gotta stay still for me.”

“but it tickles,” you whined like a little kid, trying to pull away.

“i know, love. but you don’t want to look like a tomato later, do you?” he teased. “turn around for me, bub.”

you stood facing him now that he was done applying sunscreen to your back. you squinted up at him as he began rubbing a small amount onto your face, focusing mainly on the tip of your nose that always managed to turn red under the sun. once he was finished, he booped you on the nose before placing a quick peck to the same spot. “alright, now you can go,” he encouraged, lightly tapping your bum.

you grinned from ear to ear, “c’mon! i’ll race you. last one to the water has to pay for dinner!” you shouted as you already started sprinting towards the ocean.

vinnie eventually caught up to you, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as you both reached the shoreline. “you’re a little cheat you know that,” he exclaimed, throwing you into the water that was much cooler than you expected.

“whatever, just know i’m feeling pasta tonight! hope you got your wallet ready!” you smirked while diving further into the water trying to escape him.

—

you remained at the beach for most of the afternoon, wanting to soak up every ounce of the sun and wonderful weather this day had to offer.

but as the sunny day dwindled down and the beach became more vacant, you determined it was time for you and vinnie to also head out and get ready for dinner.

as expected, vinnie hopped in the shower with you in order to “save time and water”. the same old excuse he used each time. although you never minded, even if you liked to pretend you did.

after you got out of the shower and dried off, you threw on a simple floral dress with some white sandals. you didn’t bother doing much else, rather sticking with the natural sun-kissed glow and beachy waves the day provided.

“you look beautiful, my love. simply radiant.” vinnie complimented. you only hoped the sun tan burn you got today would cover up how much you were blushing. even after years of being together, you still got shy at his praise.

—

instead of going to some fancy restaurant, you and vinnie decided to pick up dinner from a local spot, pasta as you insisted, and head back to the beach to watch the sunset.

you found the perfect place, tucked away from the rest of the beach, to set down your blanket and have a little picnic. you poured two glasses of champagne while vinnie opened up the neatly packaged meals.

you dug into the food as you admired the mellow golden light casted above slowly turn to a more rosy pink hue, bouncing off the fluffy cotton balls floating in the sky.

it might have been the most glorious sunset you’d ever witnessed.

once you were done eating, you laid your head on vinnie’s lap as he played with your hair. you stayed like that for quite some time while taking in the magnificent sight around you and listening to the faint sound of the waves crashing nearby.

not too much later and the sun had fully set.

you were consumed by the dark until you saw a small flicker of light out of the corner of your eye.

you turned in search of the source, only to see vinnie holding out a cupcake with a single candle lit in the center. “happy birthday, baby. make a wish.”

you were so close to tearing up at how sweet your boyfriend was. i mean where did he even get that cupcake? you thought to yourself.

“i don’t have to make a wish, i got all i need right here.” you smiled before blowing out the candle.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Boys: 'I can fix them' list

Don't need no fixing

Sinu Han: The only thing he needs to fix is communication issues because 10 years of pining is just ridiculous. But he's the original big daddy bro boss. Romantic, selfless, kind, funny. Green flag king.

Jake Kim: Learned from the best (see above) and by doing the opposite of his dad.

+ Daniel Park, Vasco, Zack Lee, Jace Park, Jay Hong

I can fix them

Samuel Seo: Hint of inferiority complex. Just a little. Needs someone stable and loyal to keep him in line to help him get over the Gapryong/Gun shit. Hasn't really shown any redeemable traits but we're all weak for Big Deal Golden Era and big tits.

Vin Jin: Killed one person like a million years ago - please get over it. Now just an average school bully. Sorta. Cares and looks out for Mary Kim so he is capable of being good.

Johan Seong: Touch-starved, childish and a little feral. Desperately lonely and needs a friend (that's where you come in). Momma's boy through and through with good intentions deep down.

Ryuhei: Attention-starved. Quick fix would be to redirect his efforts and simping to the right person.

DG: Used to pluck out peoples eyes and take their limbs. No biggie, hasn't done it in a while. Generally reformed but someone should really help keep that urge in check.

+ Xiaolong (can't fix his lack of dong tho), Eli Jang, Hudson Ahn?

Drags you into their insanity (and you would go willingly)

Gun Park: His leopard print shirt can't change its spots. He's a demon and the Shiro Oni. Gets kicks out of people trying to kill him. Obviously unhinged but man's too hot. You will also never compare to UI Daniel Park (who broke his arm, heart and ghosted).

Goo Kim: Tiniest sense of morals saving Vasco and Jace in middle school but this guy is deranged, big sadist vibes. Probably much worse now he's earning the big bucks. Shame because he's a lot of fun and super entertaining.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #sinu han #jake kim #samuel seo #johan seong #lookism ryuhei #lookism dg #gun park #goo kim #vin jin #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #johan seong x reader #vin jin x reader #dg x reader #ryuhei x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[lookatmetv]

Episode 2 : Save

[ starting in 1..2..3 ]

[Crystal and Dg are seen in a pitch-black room beneath a lightbulb]

Crystal : Hello everyone and welcome to LookatmeTV again. We sincerely apologize for the chaos that occurred in the last episode, and we promise to ensure that all of our candidates behave themselves in this episode.

[ the camera zooms out to reveal 5 of the 10 contestants, Vin, Gun, Goo, Eli, and Zack, tied up to a chair ]

DG : not that they have a choice anyways

Vin : what the -

[ DG putting a tape over vin mouth ]

Eli : Is this even legal ?

Crystal : Want me to read the contract out loud?

Eli : …

Zack : you guys just brought us here and bought some buffy guys to tie us-

DG : don't worry if you are likable enough, the other contestants may save you

Goo: what is that supposed to mean?!

[ the camera cut to a light green room where the other 5 contestant are sitting in ]

Zoe : Wait, so we have to untie them in 20 minutes?

Crystal: That's right!

Daniel: What will happen if we run out of time?

DG: Oh, they will get kicked out of the show

Mira: But that's just not fair

DG : well that's the rules 

Jay: ...

Daniel: Yeah, I agree; that's kind of cruel

Crystal : He didn't even talk—you know what, never mind; let's just begin.

[Zoe looks straight at the camera with suspicion]

Zoe: Okay, sure.

[The tenants enter the dark room, and DG closes the door at them.]

Euntae: are you two coming-

[ slam ]

Zoe: I guess they aren't

[Mira ran to Zack]

Mira: Are you okay?

Zack: Yeah, those buffoons have nothing against me.

[gun has already freed himself and is waiting patiently in the chair.]

Zoe : Can I just act like I was the one who untied you?

Gun : …

Zoe: I will take that as a yes

[ the camera cut to daniel and goo ] 

Goo: Ew, don't touch me with your poor hands.

Daniel: I'm trying to free you???

[ the camera cut to Jay watching Vin muffling while shaking his chair]

[ jay took the tape out of vin mouth ]

Vin : ouch you blonde bastard 

Jay : … 

[ the camera suddenly cut to DG and crystal sitting in the company cafeteria ]

[ DG is busy eating his food while crystal is laying her head on the table ]

DG : i think zoe figured it out 

Crystal : no crap? who the hell would want 5 contestants to get kicked out in the second episode only 

DG : hey i just said that lie to see if they care for eachother or not 

Crystal : how many minutes are left??

DG : 13 , but hey editors do you mind making it 5 ?

[ a ‘ well he did give us food..’ in blue letters flashed on the screen ]

[ the camera cut to jay and vin again ]

[ zoe checks the timer that was put in the wall ]

Zoe : hey what the hell it became 5 minutes all of a sudden 

Zack : those [beep] are cheating 

Vin : you blonde bastard free me 

[ jay stared at vin for a moment and went to help vasco free eli instead ]

Vin : you [beep]

Euntae : oh hey jay!

[ now eli , goo , gun and zack are freed ] 

[ the 9 contestant stood in front of vin ]

Vin : you nine [beep] i swear to god am going to [beep] kill you all 

Zoe : can we leave him please ? 3 minutes are left

[ jay started nodding aggressively ] 

Daniel : oh come on guys 

Goo : lets leave his dumb[beep]

[ 10..9…8]

Vin : you [beep]

[ Jay smiled and pink hearts started popping up in the screen ]

Daniel : oh well 

Vin : excuse me?!

[ 5..4..3]

Vin : i hate each and everyone of you 

[ Ring ]

[ crystal and DG entered the room ]

Crystal : Oh! It seems like vin is the only one who hadn't been saved 

Vin : those [beep] [beep] [beep] they are [beep] [beep]

DG : Don't worry we are not going to kick you out that was a joke 

Zoe : what!?

[ Jay shed a tear and broken hearts started popping up in the screen]

Daniel : oh thats good news 

Vin : shut up you [ beep ]

[ ‘ this guy is exhausting💢 ‘ with red letters flashed on the screen ]

[ all of a sudden vin jumped at jay ]

DG : woah

Crystal : what the hell

Vin : you blonde [beep]

[ jay and vin started punching each other ]

DG : well thank you everyone , we have reached the end of our episode

Eli : that was quick...

DG : well if it wasn't for those-

[ The show logo flashed on the screen and the credits started rolling]

[ while the credits were rolling 3 different voices can be heard talking about the contestants ]

#lookism #lookatmetv #daniel park #jay hong #mira kim #zack lee #zoe park #gun park #goo kim #vin jin #eli jang #euntae lee

[ranpd]

AVA MY BLEEBINI EVER i wrote smth abt her n her brothers after they finally come home….also meohara crumbs. this has actually been sitting in my drafts for like 2 years and i finished it last night at 3 in the morning apparently so. here u go @zurxmxru

—

It had been almost a month since they’d come home.

Tense didn’t cut it. It was more than tense. Vin exchanged a look with Vee— they were sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee, while Ava was in the kitchen. A month they’d been home, and they’d barely even spoken to their sister. It’s not like she was around a whole lot, to be fair. She was always out of the house, murmuring something about a job she had to do, even though most of the time she was taking nothing but her purse with her. Speaking of which, Vin thought, turning his head, Ava was leaving the house now— her purse tossed over her shoulder and an iced coffee in hand. As soon as the door lock clicked, Vin slapped his hand on the table.

“This is BAD. We have been home for a MONTH. And we’ve barely even talked to her! She’s never home; just making up excuses that she’s going to work!” he exclaimed. Vee nodded.

“If she was going to work, she’d take more than her purse. She’s lying to us, but I can’t say I blame her,” he replied.

“We should do something. Make a nice dinner. Get to know about her life. SOMETHING. This is not going to do.” Vin looked determined, and looking at Vee, he knew he felt the same. And so they got to work.

They knew Ava would be out nearly all day, so they had a while to plan and get everything set up. They cleaned the house, cleaned the kitchen- and just for fun they cleaned JuJu too (amidst this they found out they could dry her with a hair dryer. This resulted in the fluffiest JuJu had ever been which also looked pretty funny.) Finally, after hours of preparation, they had a dinner made and set up, and just in time— Vin thought, checking the clock. It was right around the time Ava got home. They put a candle on the dining room table and lit it.

And now they wait.

They didn’t have to wait long— just a couple minutes after they’d sat down, the door cracked open. What was different was that she was smiling, chattering happily on the phone. She looked around as she walked in and her face fell. “Hey love, I’ll call you back later. No, everything’s fine. I’ll tell you later. Love you,” she said rapidly into the phone, then shoved it in her pocket.

“The hell is this?” Ava asked. Not quite the response they were expecting, they thought, looking at each other.

“We made you dinner.”

“You know I might’ve eaten out, right? You could’ve wasted your time.”

“We wouldn’t know because you won’t talk to us,” Vee piped up. Ava went silent. “No matter how much you try to deny it or avoid us, we’re your brothers. Your family.”

“You stopped being my family the day you left. End of story. And I’m not eating your food, whatever you made. I’m not hungry.” She went to storm off to her room, but her stomach rumbled loud enough for even JuJu to perk her head up at Ava. She let out a sigh and, grimacing, sat down at the table.

Awkward wasn’t even close to sufficient. It was dead silent, other than the quiet sounds of forks scraping plates. The twins had intended to talk to her. Find out what they’d missed in the ten years they’d been gone. None of that happened. Ava’s face was filled with disdain, along with something deeply more complicated.

“Oh, hey. Who were you on the phone with when you came in earlier?” Vin asked.

“None of your business,” Ava grumbled in reply.

“Was it your girlfriend?” Vee asked, completely nonchalant.

Ava nearly choked. “I SAID it’s none of your—wait, did you just say girlfriend?” Confusion now overrode the previous disdain on her face.

“Are you not gay?” Vee replied in equal confusion. Ava’s face turned bright red as she raised a hand to shield part of it.

“God, if YOU figured it out that quick, then everyone else…”

“Are you closeted???” Vee was incredulous. “With the pink highlights and the heart motif? No way you think people in public think you’re straight.”

“Vee,” Vin warned. Ava was just quiet, staring down at her plate. For a moment, Vin was worried she was going to either cry or leave before she piped up again.

“Yeah. It was my girlfriend.”

Both the boys instantly perked up.

“Oh my goddd! Little Avie has a giiiirlfriend! What’s her name? What’s she like?” Vin laughed, leaning forward on the table.

“Don’t call me that!” Her face flushed again. “Her name’s Hibiki.”

Something about that sounded familiar to Vin. He turned to Vee, praying his better half remembered. It looked like it, because he was staring with narrowed eyes at their sister.

“Like the one you knew in kindergarten??”

Oh my god? Vin thought.

Equal shock passed over Ava’s face. “Yeah. From back in kindergarten. She goes to my school now.”

“I thought she moved,” Vee mused.

“She came back.” There was something in Ava’s voice that wasn’t there before. The hollow tone she took was replaced with something fond. Something warm.

The rest of dinner continued more pleasantly than it had began. The twins found out a lot of little details from Ava about her life (and a few details indirectly as well—she couldn’t cook, and besides, she didn’t want to be in the kitchen a whole lot.) Despite the tension lowering between the three, there was still an underlying feeling of something missing. Someone missing. Three empty seats at the table emphasized it. The respective heads of the table had been empty since Ava was six, so that much hadn’t changed. But the seat to Ava’s right, just across from Vin, sat empty. That was the most disturbing of it all. In the face of finally getting family back together, they felt the loss so much more.

After dinner, they all went back to doing their respective things. Vee got a drink, which was completely legal now (and still weird to Ava, because she remembered when it wasn’t and that still didn’t stop them), and Vin set up cleaning up dinner. Ava, however, went upstairs to the balcony outside one of the bedrooms. She didn’t want to think about whose bedroom it was. It didn’t help, because the sun blazed ahead of her in its painted glory. She remembered someone telling her a long time ago sunsets were one of the ways the dead visited the living. Who told her? Her memory blurred. Her dad? Vin? Her? Everything clashed, and before she even could process it, tears were running down her cheeks. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, trying to halt the sobs rising in her chest.

“Ava?” Vin called from behind her. He’d followed her upstairs, she guessed, and since she could hear a second set of footsteps, she also guessed Vee had followed. They walked up to either side of her, hands on her back in an instant as cries overtook her. Through watery eyes, she stared up at the sunset.

“Do you see it?” she asked, her voice weak. “The sunset?”

Her brothers looked to the setting sun, then back to her. They understood. She could feel it.

“Maya looks so beautiful tonight,” she whispered through sobs.”

For the first time in ten years, the four of them were reunited at last.

#ghostwriting #ava meorida #dels oc garden ❣️ #meohara

[nonbinarycringe404]

@angelcactus this one is for you buddy :}

Don't worry I'll make more bread and pasta for your tears.

Angel woke up alone in her bed, the sheets were comfy and warm, her pillow soft.

She rolled over to find another cold spot in the bed only to be met by two smiling green eyes.

“Morning bestie”

Angel screamed.

“VIN WHAT THE FUCK!?” she shouted at her freelancer best friend.

“Brother you are SLEEPING IN on your WEDDING DAY.”

“Oh shit for real,” Angel looked at her phone and checked the date,” IT'S ALREADY 10?! WHY DIDN'T MY ALARMS WAKE ME UP?!” She rushed to the bathroom and began her daily routine.

Vinnie looked down at her phone, “you had your phone on silent dingus,” they laughed and grabbed Angel's dress out of the closet right as she came out of the bathroom.

“Ok, I need hair, dress, uh shoes? Should I shower or smell?” she started a spiral of rambles until vinnie shushed her.

“Stop. First, you need food. I made you some pancakes, I can bring them up so you and David don't see each other but that's also not going to be a problem since he woke up early as hell to help him start getting himself and the venue ready.”

Angel took a deep breath.

“You're right, let's get this show on the road so Davey isn't kept waiting.'' Angel smiled brightly, and Vinnie chuckled.

“Alright, you get your clothes laid out and I'll grab your breakfast,” Vinnie said as they walked out.

Angel got to work, grabbed her shoes, and started looking for a hair curler. Vinnie came back with strawberry crepes, bacon, and a big glass of orange juice. After she ate, she took a quick shower, and then got into her dress while Vinnie quickly did her hair. 

While they were working on Angel, Asher was down at the venue with David who was nervously watching everyone set up everything. The venue was taking place indoors so the vamps could join and since William was officiating. The shaw pack, Solaire clan, and everyone who was friends or family were helping set everything up. Now with 30 minutes until it started everyone was finding their seats and taking their places.

“Vin just texted me, they're on their way,” Asher said, texting back and ‘I love you’ to his mate.

“Are they on their way now? With 30 minutes left? “ David sighed and sat down in a chair.

“Hey buddy, it’s okay! Look everything is done and you both are ready to go!” Asher smiled, resisting the urge to mess up his hair.

David sighed again, “true. Well, we should get down there so we can start when they both get here.” Asher nodded and texted his mate.

*time skip brought to you by max’s rustic pizza*

Angel and Vinnie got to the venue 10 minutes before it started. Angel was dressed in a pastel pink strawberry dress that matched her short red hair perfectly, while vinnie was in a tuxedo dress with a pink bowtie to match the bride.

Marie and Asher met the two at the front. 

“Oh, angel darling, you look great! You both look great! Don't they look great asher?” she asked in her heavy Italian accent. Asher however was attempting to pick his jaw off the floor after seeing how amazing his mate looked.

“Babe- you- i- '' Asher couldn't speak, his brain was fried.

“Hush puppy boy. Angel, “ vinnie took angels hands in their own,” you're gonna do great out there.`` They smiled and gave their best friend a hug before walking away to their spots.

“You ready?” Marie asked.

Angel took a look at the crowd in front of her.

“Born ready.”

**

The music started, everyone rose and watched as the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the aisle. Milo walking with Marcel, and Asher walking with Vinnie. David walked down with Gregory from the Keaton pack since his father sadly passed. Once they were at the altar, Gregory went over to his chair up front after sharing small words with William. 

The music slowed and soon came Angel, being walked down by Marie.

Even from a far distance, everyone could see how happy she was despite her tears, Asher looked over at David and saw he was crying silent happy tears. Once at the altar, Marie sat down and William began the ceremony. The two traded vows, promises, and rings with a simple ‘I do.’ 

#besties #redacted shaw pack #redacted audio #marrige #angelcactus #thiscountsasyourchristmaspresent

[pintsizemama]

Holiday Travel

Day 27

Marcus & Peanut ‘verse

Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!

Summary: You and Marcus travel back to DC after Christmas.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x Female Reader (Peanut), Marcus Pike x You

Fandom: The Mentalist

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 504

Warnings: language, references to sex, protective older brother…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This takes place the same holiday season as the Flight Delay, not three years later like Proposal. This is Marcus and Peanut heading home after telling their families they are a couple.

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“Mom, I promise, I’ll come back soon for another visit,” you promised your mother as she hugged you for the third time.

“You better!” She chided. “It’s bad enough we haven’t seen you in over a year, but now you cut this trip short!”

“I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. You had planned to stay through New Year’s Day, but Marcus had to work between Christmas and New Years. You changed your flight to go back with him today, the day after Christmas. You didn’t want to spend the week apart now that he was finally yours.

“I’ll come back for Spring Break,” you promised. Marcus walked up behind you.

“I’ve already put in for the week off,” he announced. “I’ll book the flight as soon as we get home to DC.”

“You’re coming back with me in the Spring?” You asked with a huge smile.

“Of course, Peanut,” he replied. “You think I’m gonna go a whole week without you?” Your father chuckled.

“Good luck convincing John to let you two share a room when you come back,” your dad joked.

“I’ll handle John,” Marcus said confidently.

“I’d like to see you try!” John called from the kitchen. Marcus laughed and shook his head.

“You all set?” He asked you. You nodded and picked up your suitcase. Marcus immediately took it from you to carry out of the house.

“He’s such a gentleman,” your mother swooned.

“He really is,” you sighed.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Marcus said with a smile. You followed after him and got in the Uber he had called. You waved to your family as the car pulled away. The ride to the airport was quick. You breezed through security. The airport was quiet compared to the trip out there.

“I guess most people wait a couple days after Christmas to fly home,” you mused.

“Probably,” Marcus replied. You checked in at the gate and sat next to each other to wait. It wouldn’t be long before boarding started. You rested your head on Marcus’s shoulder. He picked up your hand from your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“This was the best Christmas,” you said with a dreamy little sigh.

“Absolutely,” Marcus agreed. “I can’t wait to get back home though.”

“Why?” You asked with a slight frown.

He leaned over to whispered against your ear. “Because it’s been almost a week since I’ve fucked you, and I can’t wait to be inside you again.” You shivered at his words.

“We better not get delayed again,” you murmured.

“If we do, I’m fucking you in the airport bathroom,” Marcus practically growled. You laughed lightly and kissed him softly on the lips.

“We can do that right now,” you said with a nod towards the restroom.

“Don’t tempt me, Peanut,” Marcus groaned. “I want to take my time with you…enjoy every inch of your body. I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed…only a few hours until I can make that dream a reality.”

“I can’t wait,” you whispered.

Day 28

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[takecareluv]

it’s you & me || vinnie hacker x reader

a.n. hi besties!!! this is part two to second chances, but of course can be read alone. i hope you guys love this. this is what i instantly envisioned when i got the first request!everything about lake como is so dreamy to me and i hope to visit one day (with hopefully my own vinnie) maybe for a wedding !?!! also a little surprise ending … !? hehehe enjoy 🫶🏼

the sun barely had risen when you were awaken by your alarm bright and early that following morning. if it was any other day, you would have been exhausted, hitting snooze at least a dozen times. but today wasn’t any other day; today you were flying to italy with the love of your life for a trip you had only known about for less than twelve hours. 

you were quick to hop out of bed, wanting a few extra calm moments before the impending chaos that always ensued upon entering an airport. 

after making a strong pot of much needed coffee, you headed back up the stairs and into your bedroom with two mugs in your hands. you set the cups down, walking over to vinnie’s side of the bed to wake up the sleepy boy. 

it took a couple minutes, but after a lot of shaking, and maybe a couple slaps, you finally saw those brown eyes fluttering open to look up at you. “morning, baby.” he mumbled with that morning voice you loved so much. 

“good morning, my love. i made coffee if you want some.” you smiled, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a while. 

“thanks, baby. what time is it?” he asked, still a bit disoriented from just waking up. 

“its five o’clock. we should probably leave soon that way we have time to get breakfast or something before the flight.” 

“mkay, love.” vinnie responded while sitting up and pulling you to stand between his legs. he started rubbing his hands up and down your frame, trying to relax any nerves you might have, knowing you normally get a little overwhelmed on travel days. “how you feeling, sweet girl?” 

you always appreciated how caring and understanding he was about your mental health. he never made you feel like a burden which you generally thought yourself to be most of the time. it was one of the many things you loved about him and were happy to get back after so long. 

“i’m okay right now. i don’t think its hit me yet where we’re going, i’m just so excited. it doesn’t feel real, by the end of the day we’re going to be in italy! ITALY!” you squealed eagerly, grabbing his face with both your hands and placing a kiss to his chapped lips. 

you then pulled him up to stand, “now c’mon, sleepyhead. what are you waiting for?!” 

“how much coffee have you had? i've never seen you this energetic this early in the morning.”

you giggled while still spinning and skipping around the room cheerfully. “i’m just so happy, vin. it’s been a while since we've done something together. i missed it. i missed you.”

“i know and i am really sorry about that again, baby. but today we’re going to change all of that. i love you so much. this is all for you.” 

“i love you too. now go shower, you smell.” 

“yes ma'am.” he instantly replied, saluting you and marching off to the ensuite bathroom, leaving you in a fit of laughter. 

while vinnie was in the shower, you were triple checking to make sure you had everything you wanted and needed for this trip. seeing as it was so last minute, you didn’t have time to plan and pack as much as you usually liked to. going over your checklist for the hundredth time, you still felt like you were forgetting something. 

every couple minutes, you would barge into the bathroom asking vinnie way too many questions for his brain to handle this early in the morning. 

“did you remember to get our passports?” 

“do you think i need a jacket? it'll probably be too hot right? and i can just buy one there if i need.”

“did i pack enough bathing suits? i think six is enough, yeah?”

"should i bring my laptop or leave it here?”

“what time was our flight again?”

it was like every other second, you had a new worry that popped into your mind causing you to feel more and more anxious. luckily vinnie was just getting out of the shower when you were about to fully breakdown, and hastily made his way over to you to stop the panic before it even begun. “hey, hey, hey. it’s okay. you're going to be okay. just breathe. we have everything we need and if there's anything we forget, we can buy it there, okay? i have our passports and tickets in my backpack. no more worrying, okay baby. i want you to relax, i got everything covered. now let me see that beautiful smile.” 

you just tucked you head into the crook of his neck, getting shy at his request. 

“don't hide from me now. lemme see that pretty face of yours, baby.”

you obliged, finally looking up at him and he grinned. “there she is. my pretty girl.” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i just have to get dressed and then we can head out, how’s that sound?” 

“okay. i’m ready when you are, bub.” 

-- 

fast forward through all the craziness of tsa and the flight, and many hours later you finally arrived in the magnificent lake como, italy. 

the last time you were here, you were getting married. the most magical day of your life. you couldn’t believe you were back so soon. it was like you were living in a fairytale that you hoped would never end. 

sat in the back of your uber, cuddled close to your husband, you approached a hotel that looked awfully familiar. you turned to vinnie with a big smile on your face, “are we staying in the same hotel as our wedding night?”

he only grinned. pulling you out once the car came to a stop. “c’mon, baby. this is only the beginning.” 

-- 

the check in process was prompt and you were now racing to the elevator, excited to see the room, and more importantly to take a nap. 

from the moment you stepped inside, you immediately recognized the elegant interior, the huge bed, all the way to the grand balcony doors propped open against the wall opposite you, leading out to the majestic lake you could stare at for hours on end. this was the exact room you stayed in the night of your wedding. it was just how you remembered; perfect. 

you turned to vinnie with so much love and adoration in your eyes. you didn’t have to say a single word, he knew exactly what you were thinking. instead, he grabbed your waist, pulling you close and connecting your lips. “i love you.”… “so so much,” you babbled between kisses. 

“and i you,” he whispered back, both of you drifting off to sleep soon after tangled in each other’s arms. 

--

the next morning, or should i say afternoon, you woke up feeling a lot less jet lagged. rolling over, you reached out only to notice an empty spot beside you. you opened your eyes to see no vinnie, but a note sitting in his place. 

my love, 

i’m sorry for making you wake up alone. i’ll be back soon. i just had some some things to finalize for tonight. in the meantime, go enjoy some lunch and relax by the pool. i also left you an itinerary for the spa, if you'd rather go there. treat yourself, baby! see you in a little bit. 

i love you,

your vinnie <3

you couldn't help but smile after reading the handwritten note, i really am one lucky girl, you thought out loud. 

not even bothering to check the time, you were on vacation after all, you leapt out of the bed that looked as if it was built for a princess and opened your suitcase to rummage through all of the clothes you brought. once you picked out what you thought to be the perfect outfit for the day, you slipped it over the bathing suit you already put on. 

you spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool surrounded by flowers and age-old trees in its own little corner of paradise. you sipped on a aperol spritz and munched on the most amazing margarita pizza you'd ever had, enjoying the tranquil moment. 

a couple hours later vinnie joined you on the patio where you shared another drink before he whisked you away back to the room so you could get ready for this all so mysterious night’s plans. 

you showered, taking some extra time to pamper yourself by exfoliating your skin and doing a hair mask. once you finished your self-care shower, you began doing your makeup, letting your hair air dry.

your makeup didn’t take too long as you went for a more natural, simple look using mostly cream based, dewy products. using your luxurious dior lip oil that you only put on for special occasions, you made the final touches to your makeup and hair. looking in the mirror, you were satisfied with how you looked.

it was then time to put on the dress, which you had been looking forward to wearing all day. 

“wow. you get more and more beautiful each day. how did i get so lucky?” vinnie stood across the room in a white button-down and dress pants, looking at you like you were the only girl in the world, truly in awe of your beauty.

“i ask myself the same thing. you look so handsome, baby. now can you finally tell me where we’re going?” you asked, walking over to him with those sweet eyes that typically got you what you wanted. 

“you’ll know soon enough. now let’s go, we’re on a little bit of a time crunch.”

--

you made your way down and out of the hotel towards the sidewalk along the glimmering lake that you figured would lead you wherever you were heading next.

three short minutes later, you came face to face with an extravagant villa you once again recognized from your wedding day. you smiled at the memory. “what are we doing here?” you asked cluelessly as vinnie continued to guide you through the winding stairs and tiny gardens of the mansion until you reached the terrace that looked out upon the water. 

there was staff walking all around you, clearly setting up for an event, although they didn’t seem to be bothered by your presence. you were growing more confused every second that went by. 

you finally came to a halt once you were stood under an arbor made of twisted vines and fragrant flowers. vinnie then grabbed your hands with his own, “i told you i wanted a fresh start so here we are. now we only have ten minutes before they kick us out for the wedding they have soon. but i just want to say i love you so much. it scares me sometimes, i've never loved anyone as much as i love you. last time we stood here a year ago i promised to always be there for you, to take care of you and love you, and be the husband you so greatly deserve. but i haven’t done that. i haven't been there for you and i’m sorry. i can't apologize enough. i let you down, and quite frankly let myself down, these past several months, but never again. even in our worst moments, i promise to be there for you always. the way i should've been and the way you deserve, through thick and thin. i can't promise that we won’t argue and fight, every couple does, but i can promise to never let you go to sleep upset. i promise to never make you feel like i don't love you. because i do; i adore you, and i will never let you forget it. it’s you and me forever, baby.”

to say you were crying by the end of his speech was an understatement. you were overcome with so many emotions all in one single moment, you couldn’t get any words out, you didn’t even know where to begin. 

but vinnie knew, he always knew. he simply wiped the tears from under your eyes and leaned forward to place a kiss to your nose, both your cheeks, and lastly your lips. 

it was a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. 

-- 

for the rest of the already magical night, you both wandered around the village after having a delicious meal, and eventually getting some gelato. 

once the sun set, you decided to make your way back to the hotel. now it was vinnie’s turn for a surprise, and you planned on give him the royal treatment all night long for always making yoy feel like such a princess. 

--

four weeks later... 

recently you had noticed you’d been feeling especially tired. you were more emotional than ever with some crazy mood swings, and had woken up feeling nauseous the past several days. as you started think about it more you came to realize you didn’t remember getting your period this month. you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten it for that matter. it was definitely way before your trip to italy.

once it hit you, you rushed into the bathroom in search of a pregnancy test you knew was stored somewhere deep within the vanity drawers. you eventually found it, ripping the test out of the box, quickly taking it. 

you didn’t need the test, you knew deep down what the outcome would be. all signs pointed to it. 

the timer aburptly went off, interrupting the million thoughts going through your head. you hesitantly turned the stick over and one word stuck out to you...

positive.

a.n. hiii i’m popping in again! what do we think ?? i’ve been wanting to write in a pregnancy for so long and i thought this would be the perfect one to do it !!! i absolutely love reading dad & family fics (idk what you would call them) but anything with mom!reader & dad!whoever <3 it just pulls on my heart strings, they’re always so adorable 🥹 so i wanted to try writing my own !!! tbh i’m a little nervous bc it is something i love to read so much idk if i can do it justice. plus don’t want to mess up the whole concept for me haha but we’ll see !!! so requests for dad!vinnie are now open 🤍

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