#vince after i call him vinny:

[crowbarrd]

redraw of my favourite Hannibal meme ever that I use for every occasion

#vince charbonneau #vincent charbonneau #dead plate #dead plate game #crowbarrd art #vince after i call him vinny: #he's vinny to me. vin. vincy. vincenzo. #i love how this vince is scaring everyone. like this man is a cryptid to me. im glad he's scaring people

[haddonfieldwhore]

talk me down - vince dunn

vince dunn x gender neutral! reader

summary: after a late game penalty and a frustrating shootout loss, vince is in a bad mood. good thing he has you to make him feel better

warnings: mentions of violence, langauge, angry vinny, a bit of angst but mostly fluff

word count: 1.2k

as the whistle blew with only a few minutes left in overtime, you ran a hand over your face in frustration as a penalty was called on your boyfriend, vince dunn, for deliberately whacking another player with his stick. while there should have been a call for the opponent holding and tripping vince, the way that vince had reacted was unnecessary. you’re making it worse, you thought, as he punched fiala in the face, nearly hitting him with his stick before the refs separated them. even in the stands you could hear dunn swearing his head off, and you were shocked he didn’t get more than a 2 minute penalty for what he’d done. thankfully los angeles wasn’t able to take advantage of the extra man on the ice and score a goal, but things went to the shootout and eventually the game ended in favour of the kings.

a cloud of disappointment hung heavy in the air of climate pledge arena as kraken fans filed out, without a win but still with a point as the players left the ice. you sighed as you stood up from your seat, the other players wives and girlfriends who had been at the game also getting up to go find their partners. they were talking about the game, and while you could have joined their conversation, you were more concerned with vince. you made your way to the back and waited impatiently for him to come out of the locker room.

after what felt like forever - the team surely having had a long talk with their coach about the events of the game - a familiar curly haired brunette emerged from the doorway, a scowl on his face.

“hey,” you said softly as you stood up, walking over and grabbing his hand gently. to your surprise he didn’t pull it away, but didn’t say anything, simply tilting his head in the direction of the exit. getting the message that he just wanted to go home, you nodded, walking with him out to your car and getting in the drivers seat, and the two of you began a silent drive home.

when you arrived home to his house, he went straight upstairs without a word, and you heard the sound of a door slamming upstairs as he disappeared into your shared bedroom. you grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, your fingers anxiously tapping the granite counter tops as you sighed. you hated seeing him like this; beyond frustrated and tired. you knew he would never do anything to hurt you, you also understood that it was best to give him some space and time to cool down when he got like this. you took a seat on the sectional in the living room and scrolled through different apps on your phone, avoiding anything you saw about the game. about 15 minutes went by before you began to yawn, and decided to head upstairs to find vince.

as you walked into the bedroom, you saw him laying face down on the bed, his head at the wrong end. his one arm was hanging over the edge while the other was folded under his head like a pillow. he had discarded his clothes except for his sweatpants, and you admired the toned muscles of his back that were on display as he lay turned away from the door. it was clear he had just collapsed onto the bed, the blanket barely covering his legs and crumpled from being kicked aside. you quietly got changed into some shorts and one of vince’s t-shirts, before padding over to the bed and sitting down next to him.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his arm and the mattress. reaching towards him you brushed your fingers through his messy curls, shaking your head, though he couldn’t see you.

“you don’t have to apologize to me,” you assured him.

“i still am.”

“i know,” you replied, moving closer to him as you let your hands travel down to his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. he shivered slightly at the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck, but then sighed softly as you worked at the knots in his back, trying to relieve some of the tension from the game. you spent about 10 minutes in silence, and you were honestly beginning to think vince had fallen asleep, until he spoke again.

“i’ll be lucky if i don’t get suspended or fined,” he said, groaning softly as you kneaded a particularly sore spot on his lower back.

“yeah,” you agreed cautiously. “i’m sorry, vinny; i really don’t know what to say.”

“now who’s apologizing?” he laughed dryly, and while it was bittersweet, it was the first hint of a smile you’d heard in his voice all night. “i fucked up, i have to deal with the consequences.”

“that’s true. but they should have called a penalty on the other guy.”

“yeah well i guess they thought otherwise. i didn’t exactly make the situation any better. i think i owe joey an apology for sending us to the shootout,” he gave another halfhearted laugh.

“i wouldn’t say it’s your fault it went to a shootout. give me your other arm,” you instructed, having finished massaging the arm you could reach. vince rolled over onto his back, looking up at you as he extended his right arm into your lap.

“i guess it doesn’t matter in the end,” he sighed, watching you as your hands ran up and down his bicep, soothing the tired aching beneath his skin.

“you guys still got a point,” you said optimistically, trying to look on the bright side of a shitty end to the night. vince smiled at you, the admiring gaze going unnoticed as you continued pampering him.

“yeah,” he mumbled, as you lifted his hand, playing with his fingers gently. “thank you.” you finally looked at him, his eyes tired but full of love as he stared back at you.

“anytime,” you smiled warmly, and giggling softly as vince opened his arms for you to crawl into. you laid down next to him, letting him pull you into his side as he stared up at the ceiling. you closely admired each freckle and detail of his face, and if life were a cartoon your eyes would have had hearts popping out of them.

“i love you,” you spoke quietly, placing a few kisses on his cheek. he turned his face toward you, your foreheads pressing together as he bumped his nose against yours softly.

“i love you,” he whispered. “i don’t know what i would do without you,” he admitted, kissing the tip of your nose, and then your forehead before pulling you closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“you’d have a stiffer back for one-“ you were interrupted by your own laugh as he tickled your side, and you smiled as you curled your body into him, inhaling the scent of his body wash that lingered on his skin from his post-game shower. “okay - okay i’m done.”

“goodnight baby,” he squeezed you tightly in his arms before reaching over and turning off the lamp next to the bed. a wave of tiredness washed over you as the darkness in the room enveloped you, and you quickly fell asleep.

vince laid awake for a little while, listening to the tiny snores that fell from your lips as you slept. whatever repercussions were to come from tonight, and whether they had lost the game or not, he had you, and that was a win in his mind.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#vince dunn fic #all my fics have the same ending i’m sorry #vince dunn x reader #vince dunn #nhl fic #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl players #nhl imagine #vince dunn imagine #real person fiction #seattle kraken #seattle #kraken #kraken nhl

[dawnthefox24]

*Vincent is staring a dog eating some of the leftover scraps but smiled softly at the mutt before him since it reminded him of Rody*

Rody:*is heading outside to theow away the garbage but stops when he see's the dog* Awe

Vincent:*gets flustered* what is it Lamoree and please throw the garbage away

Rody: *tosses the trash away*O-Oh right sorry just...I thought you didn't like strays

Vincent:*looks away from him* I still don't like them....

Rody: So why are you feeding the dog?

Vincent: He wouldn't leave me alone and pawed my leg also he was famish too...

Rody: Soo what's his name?

Vincent:....his name is Rodney but I call him Rudy....

Rody:*looks at the dog and gets slightly disturb by how eerily the dog is similar to him* haha...how...nice....

Rody: Well any who Vinny wasn't too thrilled with my apartment so he took over my bed and-Wait a minute d-did you name the dog after me!?

Vincent:*feels his face heat * I !!!

Vincent: I...What non-sense!!

*Rudy finished eating and walks over to Vincent as the pooch wags his tail happily*

Rody: *laughs* Holy crap you did, didn't know you were a softie

Vincent:*smiles angrily  at Rody* I didn't know you were asking to be fired so quickly Lamoree

Rody: HUH!? I-

Vincent: I suggest you get back to work

Rody:*sighs* Fine,fine but Vince

Vincent:...Yes Lamoree

Rody: *is about to head inside the bristo but stops before smiling at Vincent*Its nice seeing you smile, You should do it more often

Vincent:*feels his face heat up and watches Rody leave before sliding down against the wall groaning*

*without any warning Rudy went over to Vincent and started giving him kisses all over his face *

Vincent:*snorts a laughter and pushes the dog away* Stop Rudy Heel.

Vincent:*smiles softly as the dog listens too him before sighing* you're the only thing that can keep me happy you know and Rody will never know how much he means too me...

#dead plate #dead plate game #dead plate shitpost #dead plate rody #dead plate vincent #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #rody x vincent mentioned #i made another pet one #this time vince has a dog

[visceravalentines]

I wish you would write a fic where….

Sinclair bros. gang bang tbh

Alright Nonnie, here we are. I've been wanting to write something like this for a while but the maximum number of people I've ever had sex with at the same time is one (1) so it was kind of daunting to tackle three at once (heh). It got away from me a little bit on the buildup but I hope you like it! Happy to write more like this in the future so if you want me to give it another shot, lmk.

The Sundress

Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!AFAB!Reader

Smut, group sex, oral, voyeurism, praise kink/dirty talk, no pronouns used but reader wears a sundress, gets called "doll" and "pretty"

This morning you decided to wear a very particular sundress.

You found it at a thrift store on a solo venture into town. It was cute, had a tiny floral print and ruffles on the straps. It wasn’t completely your style, but there was just something about it. It fit your frame perfectly and at the same time, it was both scandalously short and devastatingly low-cut. You wondered if it was too much as you gave the skirt a little twirl in the dressing room mirror. There was a time when you wouldn’t dare wear something like that out of the house for fear of the attention it would attract.

Now, however, the only attention that existed in Ambrose was much more than welcome.

You went ahead and bought it. The thought of each of your boys’ reactions made you giddy and a little smug. You hung it in your closet and waited for the right day to come along to bring it out:  a day when you felt especially sexy and particularly devious. A day when things had finally calmed down after a long and busy week in which you all barely saw each other and most definitely had not spent any quality time together.

That morning, you took a few extra minutes getting ready. The stars had aligned for your little plan. Your hair was gorgeous. Your skin was glowing. You looked like a snack and felt like one too. You practically pranced down the stairs despite admonishing yourself to play it cool.

Bo and Vince were at the breakfast table, enjoying a leisurely morning after the hectic week. Bo had his nose deep in a Clive Barker novel, absently sipping his coffee. Vincent was chewing on toast and sketching.

“Good morning,” you say cheerfully, pulling open the fridge and leaning forward just a little to see if there was any orange juice left.

You hear Vincent stop chewing. Casting a glance over your shoulder, you watch him hit Bo in the arm, his eye glued to you.

“What the hell d’you – oh my.” Bo’s eyebrows shoot up and he immediately places his book facedown on the table. “Well good mornin’ to you, doll.”

You flash them a sugary smile as you pour yourself the dregs of the juice. Vinny’s eye is wide as a saucer. Bo is actually licking his lips. “Did you guys sleep well?”

“Sure did,” Bo says. “What d’you have planned for today?  Anything…in particular?”

You perch on the edge of the table, skirt sliding up beneath your ass just a little bit. “It’s supposed to be real hot today, so I figured I’d go through and water all the flowers one more time.”

Vincent is scribbling absently back and forth over his half-finished sketch. “Good plan,” he signs. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I think I’ll be alright. I can manage a hose, you know.”

“Yeah I bet you can,” Bo murmurs.

You smile at him. “What do you have on the list today?”

Bo talks and Vinny signs at the same time.

“Nothin’ much – ”

“Basically nothing – ”

“ – just gonna clean up around the station a little – ”

“ – probably going to do some inventory of art supplies, super boring – ”

“ – definitely gonna be, y’know, a little bit lonely….”

“ – could use some company for sure….”

A giggle almost escapes your lips. “Well, maybe I’ll catch up with you later.” You hop off the table, adjust your skirt, flounce to the doorway and then turn around. All eyes flick back up to your face. “Hey, when does Lester get back?”

“Lester?” Bo says flatly.

“Late, I think, very late,” Vincent signs.

“Oh, okay. Good to know. Bye guys.” You give them a little wave.

The morning passes with a shocking number of chance encounters. Something is broken in almost every building you visit, and Bo simply must fix it today. Similarly, Vincent informs you he needs to do a spot check of wax figures to make sure they’re holding up alright, and wouldn’t you know it, there are flowerbeds nearby every single one.

Watering flowers is hard work, and you can’t possibly be blamed for the sheen of sweat that glistens on your face and arms, nor the number of times you are required to bend over a planter box, nor the fact that you filled the watering can too full and splashed a little water on your bodice and Bo missed his aim with a hammer and smashed his thumb.

When the heat of the day rolls around in the mid-afternoon, you decide to break for lunch and head back up to the house. The twins are nowhere to be found. You are halfway up Main Street when the rattle of a familiar truck engine reaches your ears.

You turn around and beam at Lester, who is quite literally hanging out the driver’s side window. “Hey stranger!”

“Hey yourself,” he says, parking the truck in the middle of the road. “You look – well, now – that is a mighty fine dress.” He blushes.

“Thank you!” You give him a twirl.

His mouth is actually hanging open. He quickly closes it and swallows hard. “Y’know, I would…I’d offer you a ride, but…how ‘bout I just walk you home instead?”

“I would love that.”

Lester climbs out of the truck and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. He is remarkably clean, nothing but a few bloodstains below his knees. He offers you his arm, which you gladly take.

“Don’t you need to move the truck out of the road?”

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Nobody comes here anyway. What have you been up to?”

“Oh, just watering flowers. It’s hot today.” You toss your head, fan yourself.

“You’re damn right. Been workin’ up a sweat, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“Geez.” He cannot take his eyes off you. “Where’re Bo and Vincent?”

“I’m not sure. They’ve been hanging around all day, but I haven’t seen them for a minute.”

“Yeah I’ll bet they have. You’re prettier than a field o’ phlox, honey.”

You squeeze his arm. “Thank you, Les.”

He stops at the edge of the yard. “Hey listen. Lemme go change outta these clothes, then why don’t you and I sneak over to that lil meadow on the east side o’ town?  Do a little catchin’ up.”

“That sounds lovely.” You start towards the house.

“Ah-ah, why don’t you wait here?  I’ll just be a minute.”

You frown innocently. “But Lester, it’s hot.”

“Well I’ll grab you a drink and bring it back out with me. I jus’ don’t want you gettin’ sidetracked is all.”

“Okay I guess.” You shrug your bare shoulders.

“Be right back, sweet pea.” Lester kisses your cheek, immediately turns bright red, and practically leaps up the front steps and into the house.

Today has been quite the success so far, you think as you kick at the edge of the lawn with a sneakered foot. You’ve been in Ambrose and involved with the Sinclairs for a good while now; it’s nice to know you can still fluster them when you feel like it.

You wait around for a fair few minutes before the front door opens and Vincent steps out, beckons you. “Hey angel, why don’t you come inside?  I’m almost done with lunch.”

“Aw Vinny, that’s so sweet of you. But I told Lester I’d wait for him to finish changing.”

“C’mon, you know he’ll be a while. He’s got no concept of time.”

“You’re right about that. I am pretty hungry.”

You climb the stairs, step inside. Vincent shuts the door. Your eyes fall on Lester, who hasn’t even changed yet, standing next to Bo, who has his arms crossed over his chest. Vincent comes up behind you, weaves his strong arms around your waist, holds you against him. You furrow your brow in mock bewilderment. “What’s going on, guys?”

“You’ve been a regular little cocktease all day, that’s what,” Bo says.

“Me?”

“Yeah you.”

“It ain’t fair,” Lester pipes up.

“Prancin’ around all day lookin’ like that.”

You can’t help but smirk and shrug. “Sorry.”

Vincent drops his hands to your hips, pulls you a little closer. You feel a half-established erection pressing against your ass.

“Well, lucky for you, we’ve all come together and decided on a solution,” Bo announces, moving leisurely toward you. “You wanna put on a show, darlin’?  We’ll let you put on a show.”

A thrill shoots through you. “Well I suppose that’s only fair.”

“More’n fair, I think,” Bo says as he squares up in front of you.

The first press of Vinny’s lips to your neck sends chills down your back. Bo takes your chin in his hand and bends to capture your mouth. You feel Vincent suck at the thin skin behind your ear, relishing the salt of your sweat.

Already your brain begins to fray with the input of so many sensations at once. You put one hand over Vincent’s, grip Bo’s shirt in the other, and have almost forgotten there are three Sinclair brothers when you feel a gentle brush of fingers on your left thigh, then your right, and then Lester’s hands are beneath your skirt and sliding your panties down. You wonder where he can possibly fit in this arrangement for only a second before you feel his tongue on your sex.

A hopeless moan escapes your throat and Bo breaks your kiss. You open your eyes and note with satisfaction that his face is flushed beneath that smug expression.

“I sure do love seein’ you flustered, darlin’.”

“Right back atcha, sugar,” you say.

Oh, but he does love a spitfire. He seizes your lip with his teeth, running his thumb over your collarbones. Vincent slips the straps off your shoulders and continues his adoration of your skin. Lester, ever the dark horse, already has you unsteady on your feet with long, slow licks. You weave your fingers through his hair and arch your back as Vinny’s deft hands slip beneath the fabric of your dress to cup your breasts.

When you cannot possibly hold yourself up any longer thanks to Les’s ministrations, they disentangle themselves for a brief, heartbreaking moment so you can weave to the couch. You ease yourself back against Bo’s chest, let him hold your wrists in place around his neck, all but trembling with anticipation as Vincent positions himself at your entrance.

“Now darlin’,” Bo murmurs in your ear, “I don’t want poor Les feelin’ all left out here. So why don’t you keep your eyes on him while Vin makes you feel real good, alright?” You nod desperately, lock eyes with Lester, who winks at you. Bo cups your jaw, thumbs your lip. “An’ I’ll be right here, makin’ sure you know what a good job you’re doin’, what pretty sounds you’re makin’. Does that sound okay, doll?”

You open your mouth to respond and Vincent, ever the opportunist, picks that moment to ease himself into you, all the way, an inch at a time. The whine this elicits from you is positively wicked and you hear Bo chuckle against your temple.

“Goddamn, baby, you’re so much fun.”

As Vincent picks up the pace, hands running over your legs, you do your best to keep your gaze fixed on Lester, whose hungry expression leaves you feeling a whole new level of naked. All the while Bo pours a steady stream of praise and filthy commentary into your ear, rutting against your backside as his twin draws a series of sinful sounds from your lips.

Eventually Vincent trades Bo and Bo trades Lester, and you have the unique and genuine pleasure of experiencing the techniques of each one of them in quick succession. Somewhere along the way you are lost in oblivion, your body electric, lavished in kisses and caresses and admiration from all sides.

When at last you are spent and so are they, Bo brings you a glass of water, Lester plants a tender kiss on your brow, and Vincent carries you up to bed.

And that sundress sits in a heap on the floor, forgotten for now, until the next time you decide to capture your lovers’ attention.

#poly sinclairs #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfiction #bo sinclair fanfiction #vincent sinclair fanfiction #lester sinclair fanfiction #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #asks #anon asks

[rzyraffek]

slashers with a ftm s/o with no surgeries? (billy+stu and bo or vincent would be nice, the rest can be up to you!)

We support our transmasc fellows😊🏳️‍⚧️

He/him, sfw, lil mension of transphobia but slashers will whoop them probably, Request open

Slashers with transmasc s/o

Ghostface(billy and stu)

For the sake of fic let's pretend that people in 90' weren't mostly uneducated and transphobic

Stu would 100% call him "bro" or "dude"

As soon as s/o come out to ghostfaces Stu said something along the lines "you always been one of the boys babe🥺" while Billy was more like "alight. Valid. If anyone bothers you tell me"

Billy is more sane, he will beat up anyone that is even looking bad at s/o. Also the bully will be next victim 😊

If s/o feels body dysmorpia or just simply insecure... dude you got Stu fucking Macher as your bf, he will spoil him with all stuff s/o needs! Binder?money for terapist so you can get diagnosis and get testosteron? Already in your wallet babe! You need new rad haircut? Well he will beg s/o to let him do it! You don't want any of that? Alr lets order pizza then!

Also they both kinda act like you just were born, like Billy this mf will try to teach s/o 'how to do manly stuff' and teach them how to fix a car or something

ALL those things were about s/o who freshly came out btw, if he is openly trans for while now Ghostfaces are litteraly treat them like any other guy litteraly, they mind their own business why would they get into somones else's live just because he isn't cis🙄🥱(its kinda ironic looking at fact that they are know for stalking)

Vincent Sinclair

As far as s/o treats him nice he sees them as amazing and great human being

He cant speak but he would shit talk s/o past bullies (past cus they are all dead! Thanks Bo and lester for hunting them down😍)

He can borrow s/o his shirts!

He also seems like good hairdresser! He would totaly help s/o cut hair if he wants too!

Would litteraly torture anyone that is mean! No, like for really torture them. He is a serial killer yall dont forget

S/o came out after he meet Vince or nah? Doesnt matter really. He totally treats them the same

He knows how it feels to be judged and he really doesn't want s/o to feel like he is judged too! He wants to create safe space😊

Vinny love language is staring creeply into s/o eyes and hold hands. Also he want to give s/o alot of flowers cuz they are just as pretty as him!

Will make lil figurine of s/o 100%

Live laugh love transgender people😊😊as nonbinary person i do love yall

Also i feel like this one is bad, didnt really have ideas

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent x reader #stu matcher imagine #stu matcher fluff #stu matcher x reader #trans ftm #billy loomis x reader #scream 1996 #transmasc #slasher x trans s/o

[twostepstyless]

Just Us

Fic Advent Calendar Day 22

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: Everyones arriving to spend Christmas at Y/N and Harry's tomorrow and they have so much to do. Vince gets sent to doggy day care and Harry thinks they need to get something out their system because it'll no longer be just the two of them.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any and all types is loved and appreciated!! - G xo

Word Count: 4.7k

NSFW - 18+ only

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‘Twas the night before, the night before, the night before Christmas and all through the house, all the creatures were stirring even a… golden retriever named Vinnie. Well, that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it as the original story, but you get the idea. The house was busy. Today was the last day of peace as they had so-called it this morning when they woke up. Tomorrow, they would be awaiting the arrival of their families who were spending Christmas with them at their home this year, so it was all hands and paws on deck today to get organised for everyone coming. Well paws were not so much helpful, but more a fluffy distraction who had taken to hop up onto the just-made beds for a roll around as soon as Harry or Y/N looked away. On a normal day, they would think their dogs’ antics were cute and that he was just playing a fun game and in his furry head that is what it still was, but Y/N and Harry had so much to do today, they went for the next best option and Harry was sent off to make a phone call. 

Vinnie’s favourite place on the planet, second only to being with his parents at home, was at doggy day care. He didn’t go often but when he did, he had the best time ever, he was well cared for there and always came home exhausted after a full-on day of play. They should have thought ahead and had him booked in for today, but Harry put his best pouty voice on and called up ‘Barkingham Palace’ where he goes for day care and went begging if they could squeeze him in today. They loved Vince at day care so jumped at the chance to have him in for the day and said they would swing by and pick him up. 

“Har, d’you think you could make Vin’s bag up for day care?” Y/N asked him as she passed him in the kitchen, off to launder another set of bedding for one of the guest rooms where Y/N’s parents would be staying. 

“C’mon pup,” Harry called and whistled for Vinnie who came in carrying one of the throw cushions from the guest room bed Y/N was currently cleaning in his mouth, “Jesus Christ, Vincent.” Harry grabbed the cushion from Vinnie’s mouth and left it on the countertop out of their playful dog’s immediate reach. “You’re on one today, aren’t you? Good thing your Mum didn’t catch y’with that cushion, I reckon she would’ve returned one of your Christmas presents, Vin,” Harry gave Vince the scratches behind his ears that he so desperately crave as his golden fur covered head nudged into Harry’s hand as his fluffly bum wiggled in excitement. Harry smiled before he reached into one of the cupboards for the childrens packed lunch box they had, that had ‘Vincent’ stitched on the front in a loopy font with a paw print next to it. “Y’gonna have such a good day, Alice and Timmy are coming t’pick you up,” Harry narrated Vince’s schedule to him as he got the Tupperware out that they had set aside for day care trips. “Then you’re going to day care, and you’ll have loadsa fun, running round with all y’mates, and eating all the snacks m’sure and sniffing all the arseholes you want,” Harry smiled down at their happy dog, who’s tailed wagged even more enthusiastically as Harry told him about the dog’s day ahead. Harry scooped out some of Vince’s food into the container, enough for his day away and then packed into his little lunch bag, popping in a packet of his favourite treats on top of the Tupperware before wandering round to his bed to pick up one of his favourite tennis balls and the tiny little stuffed bunny that Vince went to bed with every night and always had with him for every nap he’s taken since he was a puppy. The bunny was now so discoloured, they couldn’t even hazard a guess at what colour the bunny’s fur was when they first purchased it, it was also comically small in comparison to the dog that toted it round. Harry packed them both into his little bag just in case he wanted to play with his ball or needed his bunny to take a nap while at day care. As Harry finished getting Vince ready, by clipping him in his collar and leash for Alice and Timmy to take him out to the van that would take him to day care, the doorbell rang, alerting them to the day care workers’ presence. Vinnie took off running to the front door, yanking Harry with him as he held the dogs lead and lunch box. Harry opened the front door and Vince knew better than to take off running when the door was opened, so stood on the threshold tapping his paws in excitement at seeing his favourite caretakers other than his parents in front of him.

“Vincent, y’gonna take y’lunch for me?” Harry asked as Vinnie looked up at him, before Harry held the lunch bag down to the dog who took the handle in his mouth to carry it to day care with him. Harry passed the leash over to Timmy as Y/N appeared in the hallway behind him as they both told Vince to have fun, with a few farewell pats from them and licks from Vinnie before Harry closed the door. 

“I love him more than I can comprehend,” Y/N began, “but I have never been so thankful for doggy day care in my life,” she sighed as they moved back up the hallway. 

*** 

They were back in the guest room that Y/N’s parents would be staying in, this time without the dog rolling round in the bed, making up the bed with the freshly washed and dried bedding set. 

“I don’t know how I ever did this when I lived alone,” Y/N panted as they wrestled the duvet cover on between the pair of them, surely there’s an easier way of doing this. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry groaned in agreement as they laid it flat thinking, they had managed to corral the bundles of duvet into the cover only to see it was folded over on itself, inside the cover. Y/N fake cried as she stamped her bare feet against the floor as if she was having a tantrum at the sight before she unfastened the bottom over the duvet cover and all but crawled inside it to try and fix their error. She flopped out onto the floor of the spare room as they finally closed the duvet cover and Harry shook it up to settle it and smooth it down on the bed. As Y/N lay on the floor, Harry worked around her to finish making up the bed, fluffing the pillows and placing the throw cushions, including the one Vinnie had in his mouth a little while ago that Harry managed to sneak back into the bedroom without Y/N noticing. Finishing the job, Harry stood with his hands on his hips as he looked at Y/N sprawled out on her back in a pair of joggers and a tank top that she had stripped her jumper off from over when she got too hot, her hair was piled in something resembling a bird’s nest on top of her head, and she was so beautiful. Harry watched her in wonder as she stretched from her place on the floor, all her joints popping and clicking as they stretched then relaxed. He saw as her hand came up to rub at her tired eyes, wiping away remnants of sleep and a stray eyelash that got caught in her eye and caused it to water profusely causing a tear to run into her hair. 

“Alright, pretty, what’s left on the list?” he asked as he broke himself away from his silent admiration.

Y/N fished around in her pocket for her phone to pull up her notes app, “mum an’ dads’s room done, y’mum’s room is done, just waiting on the sheets drying for the other spare room for Gem, we need to sort out the pull outs in both our offices. Y’did clean up your office?” she asked, looking over the top of her phone from her place on the ground. 

“I did,” Harry said. He had, mostly. He’s got a couple bits left to tidy up but she doesn’t need to know that. 

“Okay, so the pull-out beds, hoover the downstairs and our room is probably needing a look at for my own sanity because it looks a shit-tip jus’ now,” she sighed, putting her phone back in her pocket before reaching both hands up in the air, silently asking Harry to help her up. He gripped her arms and helped pull her to feet with a loud groan from her. 

“Right, well, I’ll get up and hoover tomorrow morning, y’know Vince is just going to get hair everywhere when he comes back tonight, so may as well do it fresh tomorrow before everyone arrives,” he watched her fluff up the pillows once more on the bed before checking up on the little basket she had left in all the rooms with little necessities their families might need or want over their stay. 

“Y’sure?” Y/N asked as they exited the bedroom, closing the door tight behind them so when Vinnie arrived home later, he wouldn’t go in and mess up their hard work.

“Mhm, you can take the dog out for his walk in the morning, and I’ll do the hoover and last clean round before y’come back,” Harry confirmed, “the pull-outs won’t take long to sort so let’s shuffle that down the list, can’t do the other bed til the sheets are dry, so our room?” he asked. Harry had other reasons for wanting the couple to head toward their own bedroom right now. Today was their last day of having the house to themselves for nearly a week and he’d be damned if he didn’t plan on making the utmost use out of that. Plus, have you seen Y/N, how could he resist. 

They entered their bedroom as Y/N took a seat on the edge of their unmade bed and looked around, it wasn’t as untidy as she had in her head. “It’s mostly your shit that’s lying around anyway,” she smirked at him.

“Oi, I resent that,” he replied. 

“H, sweetheart, look around,” Y/N laughed. 

“Okay, so you’re not wrong, jus’ you take a break then, I’ll sort this out, y’can watch me be a domestic goddess,” Harry threw a wink over his shoulder at her as she kicked her legs up onto the bed as she watched Harry begin to clean up his mess. 

“Try not to chuck it all back in your junk drawers, y’just cleaned them out,” Y/N pleaded. 

***

Harry was ready to put his plan into action, he had tidied up most of his things as Y/N relaxed on their bed as they made idle conversation, but the more Harry looked at her in her casual state, the further it was riling him up.

“Is it warm in here, or is it jus’ me?” he asked, looking over at her as her eyes flickered over him. 

“No, s’quite warm, I probably need to adjust the heat actually, let me add it to the list,” she went to grab her phone but got distracted as Harry’s hands ventured to the hem of his t-shirt and began tugging it up his sculpted body. 

“M’bloody roasting,” he said, innocently, letting his t-shirt fall into the hamper of laundry he must take to wash when they’re done. 

“Y-yeah, y’look hot,” Y/N stammered out a little, he always rendered her breathless when he peeled off his shirt, his skin had a sheen to it that made the ink imbedded into his skin appear darker as his tattoos moved with his body. 

“Mm,” Harry hummed, fanning himself with his hand for a second to add to the effect, “y’look hot too, baby, positively scorching,” Harry took careful steps towards where she lay on their bed, “do you maybe want to lose a layer, don’t want you overheating, my love,” Harry kneed up onto the bed so he was beside her, letting his fingers trail with a featherlight touch over her sweat pant covered leg before finding the drawstring waist and letting his finger twirl through the bow that was tied there. 

Y/N nodded shyly, and Harry’s finger twitched, pulling the bow out of its knot, and letting his hands run under the waistband, the pads of his fingertips felt wintery against her heated skin. He pulled his hands wide as the fabric of her sweatpants pulled taught over his hands as he peeled them down her legs and off, tossing them into the hamper alongside his shirt. 

“Better?” he asked, his eyes trailing up her legs, seeing where her underwear that was cut high on her hips dug into the plush skin, leaving marks, that Harry would like to trace with his tongue, in its wake. 

“Yeah, loads,” Y/N breathed, watching closely as Harry’s hand met the skin of her thigh as he started to trace mindless patterns on the surface, goosebumps popping over her skin although they certainly weren’t from the cold, as she shivered under his gaze and whisper like touch. 

“So, I was thinking…” Harry trailed off, his own gaze locked to the finger he was using as a drawing tool as it climbed higher on her leg until it began to trace the line left by her knickers before he snapped the elastic of her underwear against her skin as she jumped, not from pain but from the surprise, as a mischievous smirk graced his lips. “This is our last day of just us, and as much as I’m looking forward to having our family here to celebrate, m’going to miss it being just us,” his eyes flickered up to hers, she’d bet her pupils are blown as Harry eased her into the fun, he wanted them to have. 

“Are you?” she whispered as Harry nodded, “what are y’going to miss?” Y/N asked, finally coherent enough to lean into whatever game he was playing. 

“I’m going t’miss us being able to do nothing and not having to play host, I’m going t’miss see you walk around in next to nothing,” he laid down next to her on his side, his hand trailed further, playing with the edge of her tank top, fingers brushing the skin of her abdomen as he fidgeted. “I’m especially going t’miss being able to have you wherever, however, whenever we want,” he whispered as his head got close to hers before he placed a chaste kiss to the corner of her lips. “Don’t get me wrong,” he continued, with a shrug, “I’ll still have you, but maybe just in here, with the door closed, in the middle of the night while y’promise me you’ll be quiet,” he nudged her nose with his own. “You can do that, can’t you? Be quiet when I ask you too?” Harry’s eyes searched hers. Y/N’s hands had joined his in their exploration, shy touches and brushes to his exposed torso, dipping down over the front of his joggers where she could feel him hardening under the fabric. Y/N nodded at his question. “Good, m’glad you’ll be quiet for me, but I think, since it’s our last day of just us, do you think y’can be loud for me instead?” his hand landed on her hip as he massaged the full of her hip and thigh under his touch, “because I’ll really miss that, not being able to hear you,” he placed a kiss to her cheek, “cry,” another kiss peppered on her face, “and wail,” kiss, “and scream,” kiss, “and plead,” kiss, “and whine,” kiss, “and moan all for me,” his kisses ended on her neck, before he whispered against the skin, “so will y’do that for me right now? I’ll make you feel so good as long as you’re nice and loud for me, d’you want that?” 

Y/N could only nod in response. “Nuh-uh, remember what I said, I want to hear you, I need words, my love,” he teased. 

“Yes, yes,” she panted, “I’ll be loud, please Harry, want it so bad,” she whined. 

“There’s my good girl,” he smiled at her in pride before his lips finally sealed hers in a kiss, rolling her onto her back as he came to hover over the top of her as he deepened their kiss. Her lips were full and soft from where she had been chewing her lower lip as Harry teased as he spoke, he needed to taste her, his tongue split his lips and traced the seam of her mouth as his wandering hand snapped the elastic of her underwear against her waist again, hard, causing her to gasp into the kiss, letting Harry’s tongue brush into her mouth as he lost himself in the feel of their melding tongues and shared breath. He was hard under the layers of fabric, and he just needed a little bit of relief, so he let his pelvis drop down towards hers as he ground against her panty-covered core lightly. Even through the fabric, he could feel the head radiating from her centre. He broke their kiss as he lifted his head to look at her, her neck strained as she tried to reach his lips with her own, not happy about ending their kiss. Both of lips were spit-slicked from the kiss and it set something off in both of them as Y/N let her mouth fall open and stuck her tongue out as Harry’s hand came up to grip her jaw. 

“Is that what you want?” he grinned, “m’good girl wants me to spit in her mouth?” 

“Uh-huh” she managed to get out from her opened mouth as she watched Harry let his saliva pool in his mouth before seeing a glob fall from his mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as it landed on her outstretched tongue as Harry moaned at the sight of her mouth closing and her swallowing it down. 

“Fuck, y’fucking filthy, baby,” Harry moaned, his hands reaching for the hem of her tank top and began to shuck it up and over her breasts letting it catch around her neck as Y/N moaned at the taste of his saliva as Harry’s tongue found her pert nipples. Harry licked, sucked and bit at her nipples as Y/N whined and let her hips tick forward against his, not happy at feeling him still in his sweatpants so she let her hand find the waist of them and began pushing as best she could with one hand, before she gripped Harry’s hair and tugged harshly with her other hand pulling him away from the home he’d made in her cleavage as he sucked as many marks as he could litter across her skin. He moaned loudly at the pleasurable burn she applied when pulling at his hair. 

“Off,” she demanded, pushing at the jogging bottoms. 

“Ask nicely,” he quirked an eyebrow at her. 

“No,” she said defiantly, “off,” and before Harry had the chance to retaliate, she moved them, flipping them over as she straddled his waist, he could feel her heat and the pooled wetness seep through the cotton of her underwear and leave a sticky glaze under his belly button, sticking the trail of hairs, that led under his sweatpants, to his flushed skin, before she wriggled back and took his trousers with her, leaving him straining against the heather grey of his briefs as she sat atop him, grinding herself down against his hardened cock in his underwear as they both moaned at the friction. She quickly ripped the bunched-up tank top the rest of the way off her body as her own hands found her tits and began toying with her nipples as Harry watched her moan at the sensation as his hands found her hips and continued her rocking against him. Her mouth was watering, she wanted to taste him all of him. She stood to her knees as Harry looked down at where she had been sat. 

“Look at that, made a mess on me, soaked all the way through y’knickers and everything,” Harry looked, admiring the damp patch she had left on him. She smirked, enjoying the sight herself, but wanted to reveal what was under the wet fabric even more, as she began to shuffle down his body. “What’re you doing?” he asked. 

“Nice an’ loud for me, okay, gorgeous?” Y/N turned Harry’s earlier request of her on him before she gripped the elastic of his briefs and tugged them down his legs, not waiting long as his cock bobbed free from the fabric constraints as she licked a stripe on the underside of his length, wetting his shaft before swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip as Harry moaned, loudly, into the room, his hand finding the back of her head as she took him into her mouth, letting her saliva drip down him to help her hand that had come to work his shaft that she hadn’t taken in her mouth. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, oh my god,” Harry whimpered as she released him from her mouth, letting her tongue lick his slit where he spilled pre-cum for her, tasting him as much as she could. She huffed a laugh through her nose before her mouth went back to work, bobbing and suctioning as she reached his tip and back down again, taking a little more of him each time until just her thumb and index were gripping his base as he touched the back of her throat causing him to groan and spew profanities as well as every pet name he’d ever called her. She came off of him to give herself a break as her hand went back to work, keeping her grip tight on him just how he liked as her wrist twisted and tugged at him, thumb brushing his slit every time she reached the top as Harry’s hands pushed the hair that escaped her birds nest style away from her face so he could see her lost in the act of pleasuring him. Her tongue migrated, painting over his balls before dipping lower and finding the patch of skin between his balls and his tightest entrance as she lapped at it happily as Harry’s thighs began to quiver. 

“No, no more,” Harry panted, pulling her away with the fist he had on top of her head, he both wanted her to continue and for him to try and put off his orgasm as long as possible until he made her come, but she was playing a dangerous game with him. He caught his breath as Y/N giggled at his reaction. “Oh, is that funny?” he asked once he’d mostly recovered as Y/N nodded, “hands and knees, arse up,” Harry demanded, getting to his knees on their bed as Y/N moved into position, looking back over her shoulder at him, wiggling her bum as Harry ripped her underwear down so they were caught in the crooks of her knees. “I’ll show you funny,” he taunted, coming up behind her before landing a loud smack across the full of her cheek, her ass jiggling from the spank as Harry squeeled at the sensation before pushing back against his hand. 

“Please Harry, please,” she cried. 

“Please what?” he massaged the reddening skin, “tell me what you want and y’can have it.” 

“I want, I need y’to fuck me, hard please, need it so bad, baby, I’ll be so good for you,” Y/N pleaded, grateful that they were alone. 

“Good girl,” Harry gripped his length and painted it through her wet folds before finding her entrance where she wept for him and pushed his profusely leaking tip in. “This enough baby, jus’ like this yeah?” he mocked as he rocked just his tip into her. 

“Fuck Harry, no, all of you, want it all, I can take it, please,” she wailed and tried pushing back, but his grip on her hips rendered her motionless and in one swift push of his hips, he thrust his entire length inside of her, her walls clamping around him as his head tipped back between his shoulder blades at the tight sensation she had him gripped in as she screamed at the pleasurable burn and stretch, her arms nearly buckling from under her. “Hard please,” she whimpered out her request again as Harry lost any sense of where they were as his powerful thrusts knocked them both breathless. The slap of skin echoing across the bedroom and travelling out into the hall as their bedroom door was left open. He spanked her across her bum again, finally releasing the grip he had on her hips so she could work back against him. 

“That’s it, good girl, look at you, working for it,” Harry purred in her ear as he slumped over her back, his hips going at a rapid pace. “I want you to rub y’little clit for me, okay? I want you to get yourself right to the edge,” he moaned as he kissed the back of her neck before he sat back on his hips pulling her so his chest was flush with her back as she was sat on his lap near enough as Harry began to thrust up into her as Y/N’s hand trailed to her front and began rubbing tight little circles on her clit, her cries of pleasure like music to Harry’s ear as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder. 

“M'close,” she purred as Harry slapped her hand away from her clit quickly. 

“Let me taste,” he gripped her wrist and brought her hand up so he could lean over her shoulder to suck on her fingers that had been pleasuring her. He moaned around the digits, it wasn’t the same as drinking her straight from the source, but he can’t deny this was a pretty good way to get his fix. “Y’gonna cum all over m’cock aren’t you? You’re going to scream my name as you burst all over me,” the latter was a statement rather than a question as Y/N frantically nodded her head adding in squeaks of ‘yes’ after remembering he wanted to hear her. 

Harry’s hand found her clit and began working it, pinching, and rolling and rubbing at flicking as if he was being paid to do so, his thrusts slowed ever so slightly but were as deep and hard as he could possibly manage as both were knocked silly, only able to get out the others name. 

With one last hard thrust, Y/N collapsed forward as her orgasm rocked through her body, screaming his name as her body shook as she drenched him, the fluttering and pulsing and immediate gush of fluid sent Harry over as he came, hard. Loud groans emitting from the base of his throat as shivers wracked his body. 

It could have been 10 seconds, minutes, or hours. As feeling began to return to their bodies, as they lay on their sides facing each other, starting in their fingertips and rushing through their nerve endings in a comforting warmth, like stepping into a bath on a cold day as they blinked wearily at each other before huffing a breath. 

“Glad we got that out the system before everyone arrived,” Harry laughed, kissing the corner of her lips briefly before sticking another on the full of her bottom lip. 

“I wonder if the other sheets are done in the dryer because I think I might need to put ours through a spin cycle before everyone arrives now,” Y/N replied before falling into a giggly kiss with her loud love. 

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Tired of Running Ch 4 (Sinclairs x Reader)

I'm a very consistent writer idk what you mean :') anyways here is Chapter 4, after seventy years!! I've been sitting on this concept for a minute and I deeply missed writing these boys. Hope you enjoy!!

Sinclair Brothers x AFAB!Reader (they/them)

Summary: "That he regrets what he did." Lester's eyes widened when Vincent signed that, even going as far as to ask his older brother to repeat himself to make sure his eyes weren't betraying him. Bo didn't regret things, but he'd regretted how he had reacted? That was new. WARNING: Mentions of & depictions of child abuse (not done by Sinclair Brothers)

CH 2. || CH 3.

Bo Sinclair was not a man who regretted things.

When his father had committed suicide, he hadn't felt guilty. Hadn't felt like he should've done more to help him. When his mother died, he didn't feel remorse. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. When he had called Vincent home from college, he'd felt a little bad at first, but when Vincent broke his face over it he just felt angry.

Seeing Lester whisk you and the kids away changed that. He regretted it so much it made his chest hurt. After drinking himself half to death when you and Lester had left, he'd spent the rest of the night sobering up, realizing what he'd done.

Vincent watched him from the doorway to the house, watched him sit on the front step of the house, staring out at Ambrose as the sun rose. He didn't need to ask his twin if he'd slept. When Bo got into moods like this, he rarely slept. It was an occupational hazard for them at this point. But still, Vincent wrapped the cardigan around his own shoulders tighter and knocked on the doorframe to get Bo's attention. "What are you doing out here?" He signed once Bo looked over his shoulder.

Turning back around, Bo just sighed. "Waitin' for Lester to bring em back." Vincent blinked and cautiously made his way towards Bo, sitting beside him. "I've been mean to em. Don't feel good 'bout what I said to em last night. I wanna try 'n fix that."

Vincent slowly turned to stare at Bo's profile before turning his own gaze down their front lawn, staring at the streets of Ambrose. "You feel guilty?" Vincent signed slowly.

Bo scoffed. "What, it's that shocking? Yeah, Vinny, I can feel like shit from time to time. 'm not fuckin' perfect all the time." He scowled, rubbing at his wrists. A subtle motion that Vincent recognized immediately, eyes widening slightly behind the mask.

"Are you thinking about him again?" Vincent didn't miss how the question made Bo wince.

"Fuck off Vince, you're too fuckin' nosy for your own damn good. Just shut up and let me sit in silence." Bo snapped, smacking his twin's arm. Not enough to hurt for real, but enough to make a point. Bo hated when Vincent could read him just by looking at him, knew what was going through his mind with just a glance.

...

"Goddamnit Bo!" Their father's voice boomed as the boy stood beside the broken window, a baseball bat in his hands and his head hung in shame. "Why can't you be like your brother! Vincent never causes problems!"

Bo looked up, squinting. "Vinny's the one who threw the ball though! I didn't hit it in time 'n it broke the window!" Bo pointed at his brother, standing on the sidelines with a baseball glove on one hand. The two were about seven or eight years old, Vincent had just started wearing the masks with increased frequency. Baby Lester was barely two years old, not old enough for baseball but old enough to sit in his wagon nearby and let his brothers show him how to play.

Old enough to watch his dad scream at his older brother.

Their father just glared down at Bo, striking him across the face. "I don't wanna hear nona that!" He yelled, making Bo recoil with a sob. "You fuckin' good for nothing-"

Vincent ran over, signing quickly. "No, it's true, I broke the window, please don't be mad!"

Mr Sinclair glared down at Vincent, gaze shifting to Bo. "And see? Now your fuckin' brother's tryin' to take the fall for YOUR mistakes. Why can't you be good, like him!" As he reeled back to slap Bo again, Vincent stepped in the way and took the hit instead.

Their mother's horrified gasp from behind their father made everyone stop. "VICTOR!" She shouted, hurrying over to lift up Vincent into her arms, glaring at her husband. "HOW could you hit our DARLING? I can't BELIEVE you! Bo, get Lester and come inside immediately. Your father can fix the stupid window!" Bo, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, hurried to the red wagon nearby to pick up Lester, listening to his father try and insist to his mom he'd been aiming for Bo.

Bo remembers how their dad was banished outside till dinner to fix the window, how their mother made him apologize to Vincent. For the next two weeks, Bo kept his head down and did as he was told. Stayed close to Vincent whenever possible and avoided their father for any extended amount of time.

He also remembered how, after dinner that day, his father had leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You will NEVER be loved by me, you ungrateful little BRAT." The words were like poison and that poison was fast-acting and everlasting. Bo rejected having friends in school for favor of picking on people. No one, except maybe Lester and Vincent, ever saw any emotional side of their older brother.

He preferred it that way.

The beatings never really stopped, even as they got older. The only thing that changed was Bo learnt to fight back, how after his "disciplining", their father would come back with a few cuts and bruises of his own. As the twins became teenagers, their father stopped trying to discipline Bo after he'd pulled a knife on his dad, cutting open his arm when he'd gripped Bo by the throat.

Insane, his father had said, a psychopath with no moral code and no remorse. That his own son would kill him if he had enough time. Bo had been sixteen at that time, his back pressed to the bedroom door and his head bowed as he and Vincent listened. Vince had sat on his bed, mask on, looking more like a doll than a person with how he sat. Too stiff, too polite. Their mom had done her own type of damage to Vincent, Bo knew that, they just never talked about it.

Bo didn't ask Vincent why their mom would hit him with a switch whenever he wasn't sitting 'properly' and Vincent didn't ask Bo why their dad had a split lip and he was sporting a bruise around his throat.

It wasn't part of their dynamic.

But tonight, things were different. Their father was threatening to send Bo away, their mom only disagreeing because Bo was working, providing for the house. He went to class, did about as well as she expected, and worked. If their dad continued to antagonize Bo, she wasn't surprised the fighting had gotten worse. "You encouraged him to fight back," her voice echoed through the walls, "you have no one to blame but yourself!" As their arguing continued, it became more and more muffled to Bo, who covered his ears and began to cry silently.

Vincent's weight settled beside him, leaning on his shoulder. The wax mask was off, sitting on the bottom bunk of their bunk bed. Bo watched as Vincent traced letters on the pant leg of his jeans. S...O...R...R...Y... Bo sniffed, shrugging at his twin, and the two sat together with their backs to the door.

When the arguing stopped, they still didn't move.

Lester's house was peaceful, cute and simple. You'd spent most of your morning and afternoon out in the gardens, your boys running about and playing together. Michael and Peter had slowly begun letting themselves be loud again, squealing with delight and calling for you. With your ex out of the picture now and forever, the boys had been unlearning habits your ex forced upon them.

You looked up from picking tomatoes off the plant when Michael shrieked. Lester had scooped him up and was flying him around like a plane, much to his delight. You felt your heart clench seeing Lester play with them. He didn't have many kids toys at his house, but he had little shovels the boys could dig in the dirt with and he was happy to engage with them. Plus, you'd packed them some little dinosaur toys to hopefully keep them busy. Peter was happy to sit and play dinos in the dirt but Michael wanted to run around and shriek. Lester seemed to be fulfilling that for him, flying him around as Jonesy chased them, happy to be involved.

The idea that Lester could be the boys' father entered your mind. You felt your face heat up as you looked back down at the tomato plants.

Bo's truck pulled up later that afternoon. You'd finished gardening and were giving the boys a bath upstairs while Lester was downstairs getting ready for dinner. A knock at the door was a rarity in itself, Lester knew who it would be. He dried his hands on a towel and opened the front door, expecting to see Bo demanding the two of you return back to the house.

What he didn't expect was to see Vincent there.

"Vinny, hey," Lester blinked. "What's, uh, what's goin' on?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Bo is still pouting. He wants to apologize." The masked man signed.

Lester hummed. "So why didn't he come?"

Vincent blinked. "You know how he is," he signed with exasperation, "if he gets too proud, he won't do it. But he wants to make amends, which is better than what he normally does."

Lester gave him a look. "What'd he say?"

"That he regrets what he did." Lester's eyes widened when Vincent signed that, even going as far as to ask his older brother to repeat himself to make sure his eyes weren't betraying him. Bo didn't regret things, but he'd regretted how he had reacted? That was new.

"Why though?" Lester seemed hesitant, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why does he... regret it?"

Vincent tilted his head in that curious way he did. "He felt bad. I don't know, why are you asking me?"

The younger Sinclair huffed. "You know him best, bro. Even when he never says things, you know what he's thinking." Vincent observed Lester cautiously. "I know you guys have your weird twin thingy."

Vincent straightened up at that, looking away almost bashfully. Lester let him inside and resumed work on dinner. Ultimately it was your choice if you returned back to the house, Lester wouldn't sway you one way or another. Bo usually took longer to get over his issues, which is what made Lester curious. He'd borrowed one of Bo's toys when they were kids and Bo hated him for three months after the fact. The eldest brother was spiteful, held grudges. So what changed?

When you came back downstairs, your hair was slightly damp from your own shower. The kids had been determined to give you your own bath, judging by how much they'd splashed you. So, once you'd situated them in the guest room of Lester's home to play, you'd taken a quick shower of your own. You were overdue anyways.

Seeing Vincent made you freeze, the taller man looking you up and down quickly. You wore athletic shorts and a comfortable tank top, which must've inspired Vincent's imagination since he was quick to avoid your gaze. "Hey, Vinny," you said anyways. "What brings you here?"

Vincent signed slowly for you, "Bo... sorry... come home?" You repeated the words as he signed them and he'd nodded along with you.

"Bo's sorry?" You frowned, looking down at your bare feet. "Didn't think he had it in him," you scoffed to yourself. "With how distant he is with me in general, you would've thought he'd prefer me dead."

Vincent seemed alarmed at that, rapidly shaking his head and signing too fast for you to keep up with. But you were able to see "cares" and "you" in his rapid motions. You screwed your face up. "If he cares, he has a funny way of showing it."

Lester slid whatever he was cooking into the oven, glancing over at the two of you. "Funny way of showing what?" He asked, blinking a bit. Vincent signed to him for a moment and Lester sighed. "Bo's always... been kinda like that. He's not really affectionate, never lets anyone in. Never really understood why but..."

Vincent was quiet, staring at the wall behind you. You got the feeling he knew something but you knew you couldn't really push. The past few weeks with the brothers may have brought you, Vincent, and Lester closer but you weren't close enough to pry into their personal business yet. Not about something like this.

So you sighed. "Okay. Let's finish dinner first and we can... we can go see him. Bring the food, bring the kids... we'll see if he's serious." You sighed, noting the mixed reactions from the brothers. Neither of them seemed thrilled or disappointed.

They looked how you felt: uneasy.

Once the food, lasagna you recognized, was ready and you got dressed properly, Lester wrapped it up in tinfoil for the ride up there. Jonesy jumped into Lester's truck while you and Vincent got the boys and their stuff loaded in the back of Bo's truck. You'd hold the warm tray of food and ride with Vincent back. It was a silent ride, though you noted Vincent was a nervous driver. He let Lester go first and seemed to drive at least five miles slower than him. You wondered if he ever learnt to drive properly or if Bo had taught him.

Maybe you'd ask him later...

The sun was beginning to set, the sky a beautiful shade of purple-pink that seemed to be fading into a dark indigo slowly but surely. The Sinclair house had a dark upper floor but you could see the downstairs lights were all on, the porch light buzzing to life when it detected the darkness. Lester had already gotten out of his truck when Vincent pulled up.

You steadied yourself and followed the men into the house.

Vincent and Lester got the boys out of their carseats and led them up to the front door, Peter burying his face in Vincent's shoulder while Michael nearly face-planted on the stairs with how excited he was. Lester got the door opened before your excitable little guy could run straight into the screen and Michael and Lester took off into the house. You carried the lasagna in, noting Bo wasn't immediately nearby. Jonesy trailed after you as you set the food down on the counter in the kitchen and looked around.

Vincent brushed against your back and you looked at him, blushing. He pointed at the back door, which was ajar, and you gave him a nod.

Pushing open the back door a little, you saw Bo sitting on a chair in the gardens, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared into space. Steeling yourself, you shut the door behind you with a click and approached him slowly. He didn't look up at you until you sat in the wrought iron chair beside him, wincing. "These chairs are shit," you huffed.

Bo snorted, blowing smoke away from you as he nodded. "Yeah, our father had a habit of forcing us to deal with uncomfortable things..." You filed that information away for later. "See you came home." Bo hummed thoughtfully.

You raised an eyebrow. "See you still don't want to apologize?"

The man stared at you, hanging his head with a sigh. "No, I do, just..."

Bo exhaled out of his nose and you sat back in your chair, sizing Bo up. "You know why I left my abusive ex?" You asked him, feeling his eyes on you as you stared off over his shoulder, at the trees that surrounded the little house. "Because he was abusive. Not always physically, that was more with the boys, but he would scream at me and throw things at me." Bo's stricken look almost made you smile. "I ran away from him after he threw a book at me. Hardback book. Think it was, like, a dictionary or something. Point is, if I have to run from you three too, I will." You clenched your jaw when Bo gave you a harsh look. "If I have to, to protect my kids, I will."

Bo's gaze softened and he looked down at the glass table between you two. He was quiet for a long time and it was when you went to stand up that he spoke up. "...our dad hit me a lot too. I... I get it. I don't- I don't want to be like him, but it happens. And I'm... sorry." Bo seemed to say this through gritted teeth, pressing his forehead to the back of his hand, elbow on the table. "I'm- I don't mean to scare ya. I don't..."

You stepped towards Bo, taking his hat off to run your fingers through his hair. "I know. But you need to control yourself better around the kids... if it was just me, I might be more tolerant, but Michael and Peter deserve better than your dad." Bo looked up at you, a flash of anger passing over his face before your words settled in. You were right, he knew that.

"Can't exactly fuckin' change overnight." He chuckled humorlessly.

You nodded. "I know that too. But if you start taking steps now, I'll stay."

Bo seemed to consider this, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it, smirking at the way you blushed. "I think I can manage that."

It had been a few days since that fight and Bo had softened up with you and the kids. He talked with you more openly, building trust again. Lester still worked, kissed your cheek before he left for work, and Vincent was usually working on his wax sculptures. He was running low on material though, you'd overheard that conversation between the twins.

You'd built up a routine again, though you were often sharing a bed with Lester most nights. Nothing had happened, yet, but you could feel some sense of tension building between you and all three of the Sinclair brothers. Bo would brush his hand against your lower back when reaching behind you to get something, Vincent's eyes would trace your figure just a moment longer each time, and Lester had certainly gotten bolder with touching and kissing you.

But your relationship status remained unclear. A part of you was worried there'd be a fight between them for your affections, which you weren't ready for.

So you kept busy, cleaning and keeping house and taking care of your sons. Peter had developed an artistic streak while Michael enjoyed building with blocks. Often times, you wondered if they were mirroring the Sinclair twins but you pushed that thought from your mind. Lord knows the older men would get a head about it.

Lester and Bo were coming back later at night, scouting for people for the sculptures. You knew this but you found you didn't particularly care. So long as they weren't targeting you or the boys, you didn't mind.

One afternoon, while Bo was at the church, Lester was out working, and your sons were napping upstairs, you went down into the basement. Soft, classical music filtered from a boombox perched on a wooden bench. About a thousand candles seemed to be lit, the waxy walls and floor gave you uncertain footing. Vincent seemed engrossed in his work, focused on sculpting the woman's perfect body. It was insufferably hot, you winced internally at the idea of how hot it'd be in summer. How Vincent could wear long sleeves and work in this heat you'd never understand.

"Hey Vinny?" You called to him, swaying a bit with the music. He didn't say anything but you could tell by his momentary hesitation on his sculpting that he was listening. "You wanna dance with me?"

He looked up at that, the mask hiding any of his features but you could see he was shocked. You giggled to yourself and tilted your head, mimicking the way he did. "Just for a song, please?" He seemed torn, standing up straight and fidgeting with his fingers. You liked to think you and Vincent had become good friends, you talked with him quite often. The two of you were home the most so you'd often have lunch together and, if he wasn't busy, he'd spend time with the boys.

Now, though, you hesitated. Worried you were reading too much into a man with a mask with dubious feelings towards you.

But, after a moment, he stepped towards his boombox and turned up the volume a bit and stepped towards you. The smile returned to your face when he held out his hand to you. The piece was unfamiliar but gave you a sense of deja-vu anyways, Vincent taking one of your hands and putting his other hand on your waist. You barely came up to his shoulder, aware he had to crane his neck down to look at you. The music was soft, gentle, and your dance was more of a hesitant sway until Vincent gathered the confidence to spin you once or twice. He was decent at the waltz though and you both collectively only stepped on each other's feet three times.

It was fun, you swore you even felt him noiselessly chuckle when you'd almost fallen over.

When the song came to a close, Vincent turned the music down again, but he never let go of your hand. He tugged you closer, like a question, and gazed down at you. You brushed hair away from his face and gave him a gentle, nervous smile.

The front door opened and Bo's voice echoed loudly. "-get outta this suit and we'll go get you that fan belt, yeah?" You and Vincent heard an unfamiliar man's voice agree, asking for the bathroom and Bo directed him upstairs. Guests. The boy's bedroom door should be closed, but god you felt petrified. It wasn't locked, you weren't expecting this. Vincent must've seen your face, since he cupped your cheek and 'kissed' you with the lips of the mask.

He grabbed a pair of hedge cutters and waited for his cue, for Bo to cut the power. Looks like it was showtime.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher fanfiction #house of wax #tired of running #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader

[sephirthoughts]

ok i got that nasty one out of my system here’s the nice one

Vincent Got a Phone

[but to the tune of Janie's Got a Gun you're welcome]

WARNINGS: none yet but we’ll get there keep your pants on (for now)

INFO: CID/VINCENT, BBFs vincent & aerith it makes sense i swear, background sefikura, fluff, eventual smut, humor, no angst just idiot-related shenanigans

SYNOPSIS: Vincent had a crush, then he got a phone, which has started him down a road toward genuine human connection that he is in no way prepared for. Aerith, his self-appointed friend and wingman (who may not be nearly as sweet and innocent as one would think, based on the dresses and flowers), is determined to steer her favorite ship on the right course!

Chapter 1: The Friend-ship Sails!

BIGDICKDADDY: hello everyone. i bought a phone.

SolidStrife: sephiroth?

SolidStrife: typo oops

SolidStrife: i mean who the fuck is this

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : yeah how did you get our group chat ID creep! >:C

BIGDICKDADDY: this is vincent valentine.

SolidStrife: ...

SolidStrife: quick question

BIGDICKDADDY: cid chose this name for me. i don’t know how to change it.

TheChief: hahaha it’s a real good one why would you change it

✿FlowerGal✿: i thought Dick was short for Richard? shouldn’t it be Big Vince Daddy?

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : oh honey

✿FlowerGal✿: or Big Vic Daddy? that works too.

SolidStrife: but the daddy part is ok with you

YiffYuff: i think it’s a funny name lol

SolidStrife: you would

YiffYuff: wtf what is that supposed to mean

SolidStrife: it means i know what your username means

YiffYuff: ????

VValentine: nevermind. cait sith showed me how to do it.

TheChief: aw boo y’all are no fun

TheChief: damn robot cats these days

✿FlowerGal✿: I’m really glad you got a phone, Mr. Valentine! Now we can all talk to you and you won’t miss anything! :-D

[VValentine has left the chat]

.*･｡ﾟ☆Ti-chan☆｡ﾟ･*. : wow rude

SolidStrife: he lasted longer than i expected

YiffYuff: what does my username mean!!

YiffYuff: what the hell are you talking about!!!

YiffYuff: CLOUD!!!!

SolidStrife: why don’t you ask cait sith

Vincent had a phone, now. That was…good. A phone was a thing one used to communicate with other people. It was a step toward humanity. Toward the light. Out of the abyss.

Only, he found himself reflexively wanting to retreat back to the safety of his coffin. After all, was taking such a step even allowed, for him? Was this not just collecting another sin with which to freight his soul and trouble his sleep?

But…when sin felt so much like sunshine on your skin, when it was blue and brilliant gold, so vivid you could almost taste the colors—when sin was a wisp of that heartbreaking warmth, so desperately craved during those long, cold, solitary years in the dark…how was one meant to choose atonement?

He would never try to touch the sky, he reasoned. He would only slip out of the shadows and stand in the sunlight for a little while, to quietly absorb some of its warmth, before he sank back into the eternal darkness. Even such a creature as himself yearned for some small comfort, after all.

A soft voice broke in, drawing him from his ruminations. “Um. Mr. Valentine? Are you coming to dinner?”

It was the lighter haired girl. Aerith Gainsborough. And she looked like she was cautiously approaching a rabid dog.

Vincent suppressed a sigh and withdrew deeper into his cloak, in order to appear less threatening. He couldn’t tell from her expression whether or not it was working. But all he had to do was politely decline, and she would go away.

“No, thank—”

“Hey, Vinnie! Vin!” Cid called out, just then, from ten meters behind her, where the rest of them were gathering. “We’re goin’ to eat, you comin’?”

“Yes, thank you,” Vincent said to the girl, as he pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on, and strode away toward the group.

Aerith paused for a moment, with an unreadable look on her face, before she trotted after him.

“Did you not like your food, Cloud?” Tifa was asking, as the party exited the restaurant, a couple of hours later.

“Huh? Food?” Cloud said distractedly. “Oh. It was fine.”

“Do you even know what you ate?” Yuffie retorted. “You were staring at your phone the entire time.”

“I wasn’t staring at my—” Cloud pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “I gotta go. I’ll be back…later.”

“Where are you going? Cloud!” Tifa shouted after him, as he hurried away down the street. Annoyed with the young man’s wayward behavior, she naturally turned to her friend, for support. “Can you believe how rude he’s being? What is going on with him?”

Aerith was looking the other direction, however, apparently engrossed in something else. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Totally. What a jerk.”

“You weren’t even listening!” Tifa said, stamping her foot. “Why is everyone acting like this tonight?”

“You mean, why’s no one paying attention to the princess?” Yuffie smirked.

Tifa scowled. “Shut it, brat. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know frowning gives you wrinkles?”

“Oh, ho ho! Did you guys see that?!” Aerith exclaimed, startling them both.

“See what?” they replied, nearly in unison.

“Mr. Valentine just yawned, and exactly ten seconds later, Mr. Highwind said he was tired and wanted to head back!” She gave a delighted little giggle and then squealed, clutching her phone to her chest, like a teddy bear.

Yuffie and Tifa looked at each other, then back at her, with expressions one might adopt when addressing a mental patient.

“Mr. Valentine yawns all the time, Aeri-chan,” Tifa pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s so interesting about old men being tired?” Yuffie scoffed. “They both fell asleep in the theater, the other night, and you weren’t wetting your pants about that.”

Tifa made a face. “You want to rethink that phrasing, maybe?”

“Hehehe it’s nothing, nothing at all. You wouldn’t understand,” Aerith gloated, while rapidly typing something on her phone. She hit what must have been the ‘send’ button, with an air of triumph, then finally looked up. “Hey…where did Cloud go?”

Over the next several days, Vincent began to get a feeling that he was being watched. He had this feeling because he was definitely being watched. By the Gainsborough girl, of all people. She seemed to have taken an unusual interest in his activities, and had been surreptitiously observing him, at random intervals throughout each day.

He was aware of it pretty much immediately, due to his high level of training and artificially heightened senses, and also the fact that she was really bad at spying. Like, he literally saw her ducking behind a trash can, once. Whoever among their enemies had got to her, they obviously hadn’t given her much in the way of instruction, before they sent her to work. Maybe it was a blackmail job.

Either way, if she was under hostile influence, she was now a threat to the group, and it was his duty to get to the bottom of it. It’d be better not to alert the others, yet, in case anyone else was compromised, so he’d be going this one alone. Besides, it wasn’t as if he needed help handling one little teenaged girl.

That night, after supper, he took a walk around the general area of the group’s rooms, making sure he was clearly seen, then faded into the shadows, to lie in wait for the spy. Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, he heard stealthy footsteps coming down the walk.

Tch. Amateur. She didn’t disguise her gait, control her breathing, or even try to mask her scent. When she passed the dark space between the buildings, she was playing with her phone, pretending to be looking at it, but glancing stealthily about, obviously looking for her target.

In less time than it takes for a human heart to beat once, a whirl of crimson whipped out of the narrow alley, silently engulfed the young woman, and vanished. Behind the building, in the deep shadows, Aerith suddenly found herself pinned against a brick wall, with the big triple-barrel of Cerberus pressed to her throat.

“Scream and it will be the last sound you make in this life,” Vincent said, in a low, menacing snarl (which was just his usual voice but slightly quieter). “Who are you working for?”

“Mr. Valentine?” Aerith replied, in a normal, conversational tone, looking at his face, rather than the gun, for which he had to inwardly applaud her cool-headedness under duress. “What are you doing lurking around in the alley?”

The hammer clicked back. “A name, Ms. Gainsborough. Or I paint this wall with your—”

“Oh, please, you’re not going to kill me,” she laughed (Actually laughed! At him!!). “If you were, you’d have cut my throat or strangled me right away, instead of trying to scare me with your very loud gun, with all our friends right within hearing distance.”

He wrapped his other hand around her neck and holstered the weapon. “You’re right. There are plenty of ways to kill you quietly. Answer the question. Who are you working for? How did they get to you? Are they blackmailing you? Holding someone hostage? If so, why did you not come to us for help, rather than betray us?”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” She eyed him doubtfully. “Are you…feeling ok, Mr. Valentine?”

“I am never feeling ok. That is beside the point. You have been following me and spying on me, for five days. You appear to be recording my movements and reporting them to someone. I also saw you take several photographs of me and Cid Highwind, when you believed yourself to be unobserved.”

Her eyes went wide. “Eh? You saw tha—I mean, I have no idea what you mean! You have no right to interrogate me! I want a lawyer!”

“A lawyer? I am not with the police, Ms. Gainsborough. In case you forgot…I’m a monster.” As he said this, he leaned closer, baring his sharp canine teeth, and letting his irises flash brilliant crimson-gold, in the darkness of the alleyway.

“Ooh, that was so cool!” Aerith breathed. “Wow, you’re really sexy, Mr. Valentine.”

Vincent choked and actually took a step back, letting go of her neck, from sheer astonishment. “What are you—that’s not—how can a nice young lady like yourself use such a word, so casually!”

“What, sexy? You really have been living in a coffin, haven’t you. Times have changed. Nice young ladies like me can say and think and do whatever we want. That includes thinking you’re sexy and telling you so. Not that I’m into you! Even if I swung that way, you’re like a million years too old for me, yuck.”

When she said that last bit, she laughed and stuck her tongue out, with a little shudder of disgust, to which Vincent took great umbrage. He was old, sure, but he didn’t look old. He looked pretty good, he thought. Anyway, he definitely wasn’t worthy of a shudder.

Also, how did this tiny girl flip the situation around on him, so fast! Saying all these bizarre things and confusing him! On top of that, she wasn’t even a little bit scared of him! That hurt his pride even more than the shudder, and he became morose.

“As I was saying, you’ve got the situation all wrong,” Aerith informed him, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “I mean, yeah…maybe I was spying on you a little. But that was for my own reasons. No one got to me and I’m not betraying anyone. I’m actually your ally, here. Maybe the only one you have.”

Vincent was hiding in his collar, with his arms crossed sullenly, glowering down at her from the shadow of his black bangs. “What nonsense are you talking? What do you mean, ally?”

“Let’s just say, I represent a certain community, of very devoted, extremely supportive enthusiasts, who take a special interest in…gentlemen such as yourself.”

This was definitely some kind of trick, to trip him up, but he couldn’t see the hook yet. Better play along, for now. “Such as myself, in what way?”

“Gentlemen who, you know,” she winked suggestively, which nearly sent him stumbling back another step, “prefer the company of other gentlemen.”

“I prefer no one’s company,” he growled. “Try again.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Not even…Mr. Highwind’s?”

What the hellfire? What did she know?? Would he have to kill her, after all?!

“I can tell by the look on your…forehead, that you know what I’m talking about,” the infuriating and deeply bewildering young woman continued. “It’s also clear from my observations, that no one else knows. And that, if it’s left up to you, he never will. That is where your dearly devoted fujoshi sisters come in.”

This was obviously an attempt to baffle him with more gibberish. Vincent’s hand was already on Cerberus’ stock again. “You’re stalling. So, you have backup coming. You think they can kill me, before I kill you?”

“Seriously, tone down the drama, Mr. Valentine. I’m trying to tell you I want to help you. Look, I’ll show you.” She pulled her phone out and held it up so he could look at the screen. “This is our server. These are all sisters—that’s what we call our members. Each channel is devoted to a different ship, but we encourage multi-shipping and no ship hate is allowed, whatsoever.”

“Channel? Ship? You like…nautical engineering?” Vincent attempted, utterly at a loss.

“Ship is short for relationship. The Fujo-Friends server is dedicated to fanship of the MLM variety.”

He blinked stupidly at the screen, as she scrolled through what she called a channel. It looked like a group chat, sort of like the one their party used on the phone, but it was made up of far more participants.

They all had little cartoon avatars, and inexplicable names, like ‘Mrs. Genesis’ and ‘disco slut kadaj’ and ‘sefikurafan’ and ‘rudeXlovesXreno’, and even a ‘Sephiroth’s Daddy’ which he did not like, at all. Messages were popping up, constantly, and they seemed to be talking about…

Vincent’s head spun, and he had to lean on the wall, to catch his breath. He had literally never seen so many euphemisms for that crucial part of the male anatomy, in his life. He didn't even know most of them, before.

How…how could all of those people talk so openly about these things? How could they all care enough about total strangers, to say so many weird and perverse (and also a lot of very sweet and supportive) things, about them? How could they know so much more about that kind of thing than he did?!

He passed a hand over his brow. “You, and all these other women…you talk about men, having…sexual relationships, with other men? Why?”

“Oh, it’s not just women,” Aerith chirped. “We welcome sisters of all genders. Why do we do it? For a ton of reasons. Mostly because it’s fun, but honestly, a lot of us are just sick of the heteronormative status-quo getting pushed on us in every form of media, and want to imagine more people in happy, queer relationships. I mean, there are toxic ships, too, but those are strictly for the sake of hotness. We don’t condone any abusive or unhealthy relationships, IRL.”

Vincent shook his head helplessly. “I—I don’t know what any of those words mean.”

“It’s ok, that’s why I offered to help you. You don’t seem to know what you’re doing in that area. Like, at all.”

“What I’m doing in which area?”

“Well…you like Mr. Highwind, right?”

“If you already know, why do you keep asking,” Vincent returned crossly.

“Good! The first step is talking about your crush to a trusted friend,” Aerith encouraged.

“Who said you were a trusted—”

“As for the other steps, a socially challenged but otherwise high-spec man, like you, is just the kind of person who could benefit from the sisters’ help! Don’t worry, I won’t put you on the server, or anything. Unless you want me to.” Vincent’s glare intensified. “Ok, I’ll take that as a no. What I can do for you, is act as your relationship consultant. With the input of the sisters, of course. The Fujo-Friends will help you make a plan to get your man!”

Vincent nodded. “I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

“No, no, wait!” Aerith said, stepping hastily in front of him. “Just hear me out, ok? I know this all probably seems ridiculous to you, but…I can’t stand seeing you so sad, Mr. Valentine. You’re a good person, and you’ve survived through so much. You deserve happiness. You deserve love. And I deserve to see you and Mr. Highwind together.”

“A good person.” His lip curled in a sneer, which was totally lost on Aerith, as it did so behind his collar. “What could possibly have lead you to believe that about me? Do good people live in coffins in the basements of disused bioengineering facilities?”

“They do if they’re trying to protect other people from something. I know your story. What happened to you. And I know all you’ve done is help people, since you went underground. You’re even helping us, now. So…let me help you, a little. Consider it a thank you, for being on the team.”

Vincent withdrew gloomily into his cloak again (like a turtle retracting into its shell, which was far more adorable than he realized or he’d never do it again), and said nothing. But he didn’t say no. The moment he failed to say no, he handed Aerith the reins.

“Great! So excited to get started!” She clapped her hands delightedly and bounced up and down, like a child. “I'll message you tomorrow morning, with the details!”

Vincent sighed heavily. “Alright.”

He was still in a daze, musing on how he’d even gotten into this mess, when he found himself back in his room. It was…something of a relief, to be honest. He had no idea how to ask for help and wouldn’t have accepted it, if it was offered.

But if it was urgently pressed upon him, what choice did he have? He couldn’t hurt Ms. Gainsborough’s feelings, after she’d been so kind as to reach out to him. Aside from Cid, she was the first one in the group to speak directly to him, excluding strictly necessary communication.

Also, he had a sneaking suspicion that this small girl could be scarier than Sephiroth, if she took a mind to, and he had no desire to find out if he was correct.

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[slaasherslut]

An Angry Bean Rises: Ava & The Sinclair Boys

Part two of "An Angry Bean Rises: Ava's Side"

Ava awoke from her short nap on the couch to her phone vibrating on the coffee table. The stress of today and all the yelling tired her out and gave her a massive headache, the pills she took earlier had done nothing. The vibrations caused annoyance to build up inside her. When they didn't stop, she answered.

"What?" She answered, the annoyance was obvious.

"Hey sweetpea, you doin' alright?" It was Lester and he sounded concerned. She felt bad for how she answered him.

"Hey baby, where are you? I've been missing you." She sat up on the couch and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"I'm just helpin' out around town, everyone's all in a tizzy. Have the twins been there yet?"

"Vincent is here, I have him up in the guest room. Cleaned him up a little bit, Michael really did a number on him. I think a few of his ribs and his nose is broken." Lester sighed, Ava sighed right back before she continued. "Can you come home? I need you here... please?"

Lester smiled softly, it could be heard in his voice. "Of course, ill be home as soon as I can. Okay?" She hummed in response. "I love you, Ava."

"I love you too, Les." The line then went dead. She checked the time when she hung up, looks like she was only asleep for around half an hour. She was definitely gonna need a lot more sleep than that after today was over.

She set her phone back on the coffee table before making her way upstairs to check on Vincent. As much as she was absolutely furious with him for the way he acted, he was still her brother in law, and she knew Ellie would be disappointed if Vincent went home in a worse state. When Ava approached the guest room, the door was already open halfway. She tapped her knuckles on the door before pushing it all the way open. Vincent was laying in bed seemingly in deep thought. The sound of the door opening and her footsteps alerted him to her presence, turning to face her and attempting to sit up. Ava made a motion as if to say "No, don't get up" before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How are ya feelin' Vin?"

"Still in pain but ill live." He signed.

Ava nodded. "Listen, I know today has been totally fucked up. I'm gonna try to talk to Ellie and-" The front door swung open. She assumed Les had finally made his way home until a different southern drawl called her name. It was Bo. Oh god not him too. She called down to him. "Were up here!" She gave Vincent an apologetic look before Bo made his way into the bedroom. He nodded a greeting to Ava, who was moving to stand, before looking at his twin.

"Damn Vince, you look like you got hit by a truck."

"Feels like it." He signed back. Bo stood with his arms crossed. The longer he stood there staring at Vincent the more Ava could see the gears turning in his head. He was thinking, and that thinking was starting to make him angry.

"Vin." Bo started. "I fuckin' told you not to do it you jealous bastard. I fuckin' told you not to. Ya did it anyway and you dragged me into it." Ava scoffed. She thought she was quiet enough to where it wouldn't be heard but Bo turned his attention towards her, barring his teeth and clenched jaw.

"What're you huffin' at, princess?" His voice was filled with malice.

Ava chuckled. "Jealous bastard? Really? You of all people are gonna call Vincent a jealous bastard?" She took a step closer to Bo, glaring at him. "You've killed men so violently that Vinny couldn't even use the bodies for so much as breathing the same air as Percy. You aint one to talk, bud."

"Oh shut the fuck up, this aint yer fight." He sneered.

"Aint my fight? You two are in my house and my friend was almost murdered today so yes it is my fucking fight!" Ava was, for the second time that day, yelling at one of the Sinclair boys. They're argument was so heated and loud that they never heard the front door opening and closing followed by footsteps bounding up the stairs. She was pulled backwards as Lester came up from behind her. Both parties continued to scream at each other while Vincent sat on the bed in silence watching the calamity unfold

"HEY!" Lester shouted loud enough to be heard over the screaming. The three others stopped and stared at him. All three of them have never heard Lester get so loud or angry. "Quit fuckin' screamin' in my house! You!" He pointed at Vincent. "Fuckin' stay here!" He turned to Bo. "And you! Go downstairs and shut the fuck up for cryin' out loud!"

The room fell into a deafening silence. The three were still baffled. Lester was never one to yell or even raise his voice. Ava could feel her stomach flip at his angry outburst. She was glad he did it though, she was tired of all the yelling. Bo muttered a few hushed curses before storming out the door and down the stairs.

Ava gave Vincent an apologetic look. "Sorry for all the shouting, Vin. Ill bring you up some water and a couple ice packs." Ava said before Lester closed the bedroom door as they left him to relax. The couple walked down the hall a ways, stopping at the top of the stairs before they both breathed a sigh of relief, Lester leaned back against the wall. Ava looked at him with a sly smile. He had a puzzled look on his face but his lips started to tug upward.

"Whatcha lookin' at me like that for?"

"You're kinda hot when you get all angry." Ava giggled as a blush coated his face. He grabbed her by the belt loops of her shorts and pulled her to press her body against his.

"You think so?" He asked as her arms wrapped around his neck. She bit her lip and nodded with a giggle. He pulled her in for a deep kiss when the sound of a car horn was heard coming from just outside. They separated with a sigh.

"Were finishing that later." Ava pointed at him with a wink as she started descending the stairs.

"Yes ma'am." The couple jogged downstairs, Ava headed for the door while Lester went to go find Bo. She looked out one of the front windows to see Percy's signature mustang in the driveway. Ava walked outside to meet her, walking around to the drivers side as the window rolled down.

"Hey Perc." Ava leaned her elbows against the door.

"Is Bo here?" Percy bit her lip, she looked worried. This girl could never go without her "southern tempest" for too long.

"Yeah hes inside, you gonna take him home?" Percy nodded and Ava laughed. "Okay ill go get him." She pushed herself off the car and jogged inside. Lester and Bo were standing in the kitchen talking and drinking a beer.

"Bo!" She called "Percy's here to take you home!"

Bo muttered a "thank god" before downing the rest of his beer and heading out the door, jumping in his girlfriends car. Ava shouted "Love you!" as they backed out of the driveway. The door quickly shut and the stressed out girl fell back against the wood.

"Oh thank god! I don't think I could handle another minute of all three of you under the same roof today."

☾ tag list: @rottent33th @cries-in-latino @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @allthingsblood @25bohemianmoons

#angels of ambrose au #oc ava #ava walker #percy jones #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax

[theoneandonlyphilly]

Im thinking of mystery skulls au for the tfp kids.

Vivi as jack, age 22

Lewis as vince, age 23

Arthur as raf, age 18

Mystery as miko, not real age but 21

Jack is the leader of the mystery skulls and was surprisingly the one to start it. Miko a kitsune in human form that promised jack ancestors that she keep their bloodline safe. Raf is the mechanic of group and she doesn't actually like ghost (yes, transfem raf), and Vince was kinda dragged along due to being jacks bf but he doesn't mind.

The day of the cave incident raf was possessed and push vince of the cliff killing him and miko changed form and rip that off her arm. Jack had saw Vince died but when they awake at the hospital after the cave collapsed he didn't remember anything. Not even vince. Raf doesn't remember what happened to vince. Raf had to make a mechanical arm and spent 3 years looking for Vince. Jack is now 25, miko says she is 24, and raf is 21.

When jack finds out it like that one mysterious skulls comic when lewis gives vivi or in this case, vince gives jack his heart locket and he opens it to find the truth and has a flashback to the cave, where vince dies and he runs over trying to stop it somehow and vince says "you remember" and the flashback breaks and ghost vince is there, "jack, it's me. Vince" .... "vinny?" THATS CANNON! HE CALLS HIM THAT IN THE SHOW! "Ugh. I was hoping you won't remember that nickname" and then they kiss bc yea.

When he find out the truth about raf being possessed, he wouldn't blame her and say it wasn't her fault bc she blames herself for his death even though she couldn't stop it

#mystery skulls au #tfp jack #tf au #tfp raf #tfp vince #tfp miko #tfp kid #bittersweetshipping #mystery skulls #mystery skulls animated

[rosemaryblossoms]

The Boss man’s Grim Reaper and Kitsune fox

An introduction to my lbb oc’s

Part 1

“The loveless biker boys” of course belongs to @ewwwabug

Featuring @a21487246-duya’s oc Dusiao

Name: Vanessa Vince Trout

Alias: Vinnie

Birthday: February 21

Gender: female male

Age: 24

Height:6’9

Race(s) a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the older brother of Aubrey and Petunia Trout. He may be quiet and stoic but he is very kind and nurturing. Before his little sister died he was very social, after she died he became overprotective over the people he cared for. For his uniform, it’s kind of like a knight’s armor with small spikes on his shoulders, similar to Dice’s spikes. Also is a very good story teller.

Likes: the gang, his family, his friends, knitting, cooking, working on bikes and cars, his motorcycle his dad made for him on his sixteenth birthday, his cat Sardine (yes that was a reference), Salem’s pet dog Kermie , and his little sister’s pet snail Shelby.

Dislikes: people who hurts his loved ones, food getting stuck in his teeth, when someone doesn’t scrub the food of the dish before putting it in the sink or dish washer.

Fun facts: he works part time in cousin Sandy’s work shop, his sister died on his twenty fourth birthday (that’s why he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, it’s the same thing with New Year’s Eve for his parents. . . They went missing and their bodies were found on that date), his favorite color is marigold, successfully murdered his sister’s killer and cooked him and fed him to Jeff, he has a thick German accent, he is still looking for his parent’s killer. (One is already dead)

Variai: he’s friends with Varai and usually buys him jars for his worms, he’s also made three knitted plushies of worms for him on Christmas.

Jatay: “he’s alright and funny in a dark way but sometimes I want to knock out the rest of his teeth but then again he’s cool, I like his uniform.”

Jeff: “I like him he reminds me of a old friend of mine, he’s chill, though I wish he would stop trying to steal my cat 🥲. . . like seriously, it’s the sixth time i caught him bringing Sar- Jeff! Please put Sardine down!”

Dice: he respects him and thinks he’s really cool, he reminded him of another old friend he has.

Ethan: is secretly friends with him.

Duke: ?

Neon: . . .No

Willam: I’m sorry who?

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my dad, I don’t know if his voice, looks, or personality but he reminds me of him

Padar: “his name is familiar.”

Name: Aubrey Trout

Birthday: June 25

Gender: (he’s biologically male but she doesn’t care)

Age: 18

Height: 5’2 and a 1/2

Race(s): is a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the younger brother of Vince Trout and the twin of Petunia Trout, is the boyfriend of Salem Lunar, he is childish, is a cuddler, does zoomies at 3:am with the blanket on, She tells a lot of cheesy dad jokes, is very sweet, is a very good story teller, He’s good at juggling 🤹‍♀️, you can sometimes see her being swaddled in a blanket by her boyfriend, his uniform has a big broken heart on his chest with spikes on her wrist similar to Jatay. As well as thick high heel boots 👢, His chances of killing someone is low but never zero, is very strong.(can pick up her older brother who is almost 6’10 and Ethan, never breaks a sweat.) is very flexible, please don’t ever underestimate him because of her height. ( poor Jatay literally had to re-glue his teeth back on because he called her a midget)

Likes: the gang, her boyfriend, his family, baking, sweets, juggling, naps, hugs, cuddling, movies from 60’s-90, his motorcycle, animals, anime, flowers, and drawing.

Dislikes: cringey movie remakes, people hurting the people he cares for, being teased about her height.

Fun-facts: his favorite color is wisteria, her favorite movie is the Rocky Horror Picture Show, his original name was going to be Randy, he originally had vitiligo for his character design appearance, draws like a child.

Varai: they’re good friends, he taught him how to bake dirt cake, which he baked Varai for his birthday

Jatay: “I like that funny old man.”

Jeff: best friends, gossips to Jeff the latest juicy news.

Dice: he respects and admires Dice

Ethan: is secretly friends with him

Duke: ?

Neon: Oh Hell No

Willam: *looks at photograph* “I don’t know who he is,but he looks like the off brand version of Zuko from Avatar”

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my old man. . . I miss him a lot

#lbb #lbb oc #my oc’s #oc tag #varai vard #jeff levasseur #dice carroll #jatay #rival biker boys #Spotify #loveless biker boys #my oc Vince #Vince Trout #My oc Aubrey #Aubrey Trout #other ocs

[thetcsteofink]

VINCENT PIERCE ( HE/THEY ) is a DEMI MALE, THIRTY year old OWNER OF SQUID INK who has been living in Moorbrooke for FOUR YEARS. They were born on OCTOBER 22 and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like DYLAN O'BRIEN and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose KEEP YOUR HEAD UP by VALLEYHILL.

TW: Drug mention, Abuse, Homophobia

I have work in the morning so bear with me I’m giving you some bullets for now before I even think about writing something comprehensive (tw abuse, tw homophobia)

Vincent Isaac Pierce is the older brother of Felicity Pierce. Only Felicity and only some people he’s soft on can call him Vinnie. Otherwise, most people call him Vince. Born in Chicago, Illinois, Vince’s home life wasn’t the best. His parents were very traditional in their upbringing, every bit as cookie cutter classic as it gets. That in itself came with a rather stifling life as well, and Vince was always one to do what he wanted to, unafraid of who he was or who he wanted to be.

The home was rather abusive, especially towards Vince. He was glad to take a beating if it meant Felicity didn’t get it, too. He always but his little sister first in that way. No doubt his parents, especially his father (who Vince loathes) hoped he could beat the rebellion out of his son, even if Vince’s ‘rebelling’ was merely not conforming to societal norms or his parents’ strict expectations. But it’s worth it ‘cause Felicity was safe from beatings, right?

Vince was well-behaved and well-learnt. He loved school and loved his friends. Sure he would cause a bit of a ruckus sometimes as boys will do and sometimes he may have gotten a lunch detention for it but it was one too many, according to his parents. They really wanted Vince to be so polite and well-behaved, almost stepford-vibes. Vince was never going to be that way, though. It just wasn’t in his nature to please his parents when it wasn’t making him happy to do so. Sometimes, especially when he got older, he would just do things out of spite, too. 

As Vince grew, of course he went through changes and found out he may not actually be into girls at all. Vince fully realized how positively gay he was when he was about twelve and he was fine with that, though kept it to himself until he was sixteen. At sixteen, he had his first proper boyfriend. Told Felicity about him too. Vince was head over heels with this boy. Didn’t think it could get any better than this. If Ollie and his sister weren’t his best friends, his boyfriend certainly was. They spent a blissful year together, and yet two years prior with the most wholesome friendship, too. So it was definitely a mistake for Vince to express to his parents that he had a boyfriend.

The anger and disgust his parents had were smothering him. Vince ended up breaking it off with his boyfriend the next day with a black eye and dried blood over his lip. Vince had never been so heartbroken. For a moment, he didn’t rebel anymore. Tried to be as good as he could be for his parents but he still slipped sometimes. After all, how could you really control his euphoric chaos? You couldn’t. Vince was meant to thrive and be himself, not shackled away because his demonic parents demanded it so.

At seventeen, Vince figured that actually, he was always going to be a family disappointment to them no matter what he did. Remembering himself and how shitty the circumstances were, he found his spark once again in being himself. His newest scandal was yes, of course, going to university. His parents wanted him to go to university, though, so how could it be a scandal? Well, Vince was going to art school rather than pre-law, along with some biology as a minor. This was due to Vince’s extensive love for art. He would always spend time drawing in as many styles as he could in sketchbooks and as he grew, of course he fell in love with the idea of tattooing. Art, and as an extender, music (particularly emo music, this guy went to Warped Tour back in the day, are you kidding me?) was an escape. If he wasn’t home or at school or his friends’ houses, he was at a concert.

Only four years ago did he move to Moorbrooke, ME, where he opened up Squid Ink, his tattoo shop. Vince has several tattoos on his arms and hands, neck, and some on his legs and feet. He has a few piercings as well, including an eyebrow piercing, septum and nostril, tongue, belly button, industrial, tragus, rook, conch, lobes and a few extra cartilage. What a wild guy, huh?

Vince currently lives with his friend Ollie in Oakley Court. He has no qualms telling people if they like them or not. He will also not tattoo anything idiotic or tattoo people who’re drunk off their ass or drank at all, period. Nor drugged. Sober or no tat.

In terms of relationships, Vince has had two serious relationships since his first boyfriend and a few hookups from college or just by meeting people in clubs or by chance. If he has any hookups they’re definitely friends with benefits, though he hasn’t flirted or sought out anyone new to date or fuck in so long he feels out of his element when it happens and will blush and get shy. Finding a boyfriend isn’t a priority for him though at the same time he would like a serious boyfriend. He kind of wants to get married with cats. But he’s alone, so oh well. It’s his fault he’s cautious with who he opens up to emotionally these days and it’d take someone special to get him to date at all.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

• HIGH SCHOOL EX FROM CHICAGO. He’s kind of the one who got away. Potential drama, potential rekindling. We don’t know. But Vince was so into him. He continues thinking of this guy fondly and wonders often what he’s up to.

• WEED DEALER. He needs his drug dealer. He loves weed it is his medicine. How else is he supposed to sleep? He won’t without it.

• SOMEONE HE GOES TO FOR PAINTING NAILS. Look he loves getting his nails painted but FUCK he hates painting them himself. Funny enough for such an artsy, detailed guy, he absolutely loathes painting his nails. He’s tried, failed, and when he was kind of successful, the waiting game for drying killed him. So, yes, he needs a BFF who just does his nails every two weeks. 

• UNDERLINGS (Co-workers). Look, Vince is a weeb, sorry. You bet he saw Demonslayer’s Inouske calling Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Nezuko “underlings” and decided that, to himself, that’s what he’s calling the tattoo artists in Squid Ink aka the co-workers that work under him, since he of course owns the shop/

• ALL THE TATTOO CLIENTELE. Please! He loves clientele so much. Especially regulars, oh man. He’d literally get together with clients outside of work too just for shits. 

• OTHER FRIENDS. Please this guy is fun and social he loves friends of course he has friends!

#mbintro #intro:vincent

[midsummereve1993]

@youlightmeupfinn @la-undercover-latina

@appetite4savage

You lost my child

A/n please let me know how the stories are, I am working on making sure that there food. Please let me know how they are.

Warnings talks of kidnapping, loseing a kid.

December 2 1984

Vince wasn't one to worry about things and normally let things slide but he was in full blow panic mode as he run backstage yelling his niece's name, he had be tasked with watching his four year old neice but a cute women had caught his eye and when he turned around again she was gone making the man freak out. "Jordyn Jordyn come to uncle vince he shouted hoping she was still backstage and no where else. "Vince dude what's with all the yelling mick said comming out the door after hearing him yell for half a hour making the blonde hair men freeze in his tracks.

"Mick you have to help me please he said to the man making mick raise his eyebrow, "I lost Jordyn and I can't find her you have to help me before nikki finds out. "Blondie how In the hell did you lose a four year old the man said looking at his bandmate, "well there was a cute women and I was speaking to her and when I turned back she was gone please help me dude Vince said watching as mick shook his head. "Only you blondie but let's go find her he said making Vince look at the men.

"Dude you really would help me, "the only reason why I am helping you is because I love that little girl like she was my own so let's go. Both men searched endlessly for the young girl but could not find her anywhere making both of them worry until they found tommy, "tommy have you seen Jordyn Vince said which got him a stared that reminded him of a father geting on to there child. "You little six Tommy said not believing hsi ears that his Vince the one who has never lost anything suddenly loses the one most important thing to the band.

"Dude I didn't Mean to but please I need to find her before nikki finds out about it and beats my ass Vince said looking both ways hoping he wasn't near by, "ok ok I will help you but Dude this is the last time he said geting up and following both men looking for the little girl. "Where could she be we looked everywhere we could and she is no where in sight, "Relax we will find her.

Meanwhile Jordyn wander along outside looking at everything before she noticed two older kids playing ball, "can I play she said making both kids stoped and look at her. "Les isn't that Nikki's little girl stormy said, "yes it is. Both the kids know her because stormy and him would watched her when nikki and there dad would perform.

"Jordyn what are you doing out here by yourself les said bending down to look at the young girl who eyes widen, "I wanted to see everything and besides uncle vince had a girl so he no know where I am she said making les drop his head and smiling. "Well what say we get you back because I imagine that there wondering about you les said picking up the young girl in his arms and headed towards the backstage doors.

Just they reached the doors they saw nikki come out and Jordyn got excited and hollered, "Daddy daddy here I am she said making les mumble underneath his breath because he knew Vince would be in trouble. "Jordyn Kay sixx what are you doing out here nikki said grabbing the Young girl and holding her in his arms, "Vince is supposed to be watching you, "Uncle vince had a girl so he no Pay attention to me the young girl said making nikki drop his head.

Nikki knew that Vince was a chick magnet and would get distracted by women and that often lead to Vince not paying attention to things and apparently this was one, "come one let's try and find your uncles he said before turning back to mick two children.

"Thinks guys for finding her and watching her for me I will pay you once I get ahold of my bandmate nikki said and walled back inside.

Meanwhile Vince was running himself sick worrying about the young girl before he heard a small little voice calling his name, "Uncle Vinnie uncle Vinnie he heads and turned to see Jordyn in nikki arms making him go pale at the slight. "Mind explaining to Me why I caught my daughter outside with mick children and in the arms of mick son nikki said to his bandmate making the men pale even more.

"Ok look man I am going to be honest, I was talking to a women and I only had my back turned for one minute and when I turned around she was gone and I'm sorry. "Vince i forgive tou but what would've happened if mick children wasn't there and she would have gotten out the streets and being kidnapped or hit by a car and u know you mean well but dude come on she is only four years old.

"I know and I promise to be more careful, "no because you ain't watching her anymore. "I rather mick watch her because at least he knows not to turn his back on her nikki said laughing. "I understand man and I promise next time I won't turned my back on any child especially one as small as her

Later that night Jordyn was being held in mick son's arm's as the young girl danced and mouth the lyrics to the songs, nikki watched from the stage as his daughter danced and couldn't help but loved that little girl. From that point on anytime Vince watched the kids no women was allowed around him which made everybody laugh but they all knew it was the only way Vince would be able to watch the kids.

As Jordyn grew she loved being on stage and even when she had her own three she still loved comming to the show and showing her kids what she Experience as a kid and now her kids gets to experience it.

[dezmondmyles]

just gonna copy/paste what i dumped on jabs ahhhh

ok on the left is Toni, and the right is Vincent Toni's a younger guy, his mid 20s, while Vincent's a little older, roughly early 30s they both have kids of similar ages, Toni a little girl roughly 5/6 years old when they meet, and Vinny's son is about 8/9, not the super closest but whatever and their story is some real hallmark shit, they both into the same small town (toni and his daughter fresh in, vincent is a local but just moved back after his divorce), and just kinda, connect?? somehow?? meet by happenstance?? and just have this weird sorta flowering relationship where they just relate a lot to each other Toni's never had a real relationship- he and baby mama were just high schoolers when they had uh oh whoopsie baby and Toni's been playing single father ever since. So he's like, all in on trying to be there for his daughter without giving much thought to himself. meanwhile, Vincent is really emotionally closed off, which is kinda why his wife left his ass cause while they were great at being friends and being parents, as a couple they just didn't mesh in the end. and Vincent kinda thinks that this Thing he has with Toni like isn't gonna work out long term, there's no way, there's too much going on but oH before you know it, he's at Toni's place all the damn time, and toni's daughter is calling him "tio" and now he's invested and entwined with their lives and no one wants to let go and theyre both just kinda stumbling around as they make a little family between the three of them + vince's son during his custody time

#kel talks #idk what to call this au or this ship or what have you #but it's here #and invading my brain #and been my only source of comfort as of late??? #i got more important things to do but NOPE just thinking about them

[magic-vinny]

I also really want scoot in my village and i have always loved him way before he was a kind of meme because of vinny vinesauce. He was one of the original villagers in my first ever towns in city folk and my next door neighbor for like 12 years (i have a hard time accessing that town because my Wii broke but i think he's still there) but his amiibo card is like 20$ and that's honestly too much for me

#im convinced im probably vinny vinesauce's kin double #i swear to god i did not name myself after him i didnt watch vinesauce when i changed my name #also im mainly called vinny online because other people started calling me that #irl people usually call me vince #i think its funny though

[frenziedslashers]

Please I need a happy ending with Vinny and his conjoined babies or I might never recover 🥲🥲🥲

I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK FOR ONE 👹💅 kook but here you are, I kind of just skipped to the hospital because I didn't feel like rewriting/repeating myself

Scremaing and Crying, I have rewritten this a matter of 3 times now because Tumblr kept reloading when I wen to delete something on the warning tag :/ so I apologize if this is bad..

Warnings: Brief mentions of canon typical violence, reader has twins, cussing, Lesters a little shit

Twins

Vincent paced in front of you in the waiting room of the hospital. You, he, and his brothers all thankful that you were all the only ones that were in there. It was another small town, but it was of course bigger than Ambrose.

"Vinny, it'll be alright, please, sit down." You beckon him. Reaching your hand out for him to take. Smiling gently up at him when he stopped to look at you. Smile growing a bit when he took your hand with his own. Allowing you to guide him into the chair beside you. With his legs unable to move, they were bouncing now. His whole body shaking by the sheer force of his feet tapping the tile.

"Vince, listen to 'em, they'll be fine. M'sure of it!" Bo assured his brother. Smiling over to the two of you. Though he was hiding his own fears in the back of his head. "Yeah!" Lester chirped. "They're Sinclairs after all ain't they? Ya two fuck heads survived the surgery, m'positive they will. They got too kind of eyes t'not make it." Lester told your brother. You giggling when both Vincent and Bo glared at their baby brother at the name calling. Lester snickering a bit himself. "Ya act like y're some sorta angel." Bo scoffed, and Lester shrugged. "Compared to ya when ya were younger, I may as well be Jesus Christ." Bo scoffed, shoving Lester. "Both of you, be nice." You snapped, Vincent smiling a bit at his brothers mutters and eyerolls. This was the most you had all felt like a family in a long while.

"Sinclair?" When the last name was spoke you were all turning your heads to look over to the doctor. You and Vincent standing to your feet rather quickly. Bo and Lester following shortly after. "Are they alrigh'?" You asked, eyes wide, brows furrowed with worry. Vincent wrapping an arm around your waist in attempts to pull you closer to him. Needing you there by his side more than ever right now.

"Yes, they're both fine." He told you, and the crowd of cheers that erupted was unimaginable. You and Vincent both letting out sobs of joy as the artist pulled you in for a tight hug. Both of you squeezing the daylights out of one another. Lester and Bo even hugging it out, before running over to the both of you to hug you both as well.

"See! I told ya, little shits got fight in 'em!" Lester howled with a toothy grin. You and Vincent were hardly listening to the brothers anymore. "Can we see 'em?" You asked for Vincent before he could even raise his hands. "Yes, but they're resting right now. We ask that you don't pick them up, you may touch them. Just don't move them." The doctor told the both of you, and you each nodded. Understanding the concern of the doctor, smiling like fools as the two of you were led back to the room. Lester and Bo trailing behind you both.

The walk to the room seemed so long. Vincents hand squeezing you, as if he let go he would float away. Hands shaking violently. Looking over to you when you gave his hand a light squeeze. Smiling softly once you looked up and flashed him a sweet smile. "Thank you for sticking through, Vinny." You hummed, and he nodded. How couldn't he? They were his babies, too.

Once the babies were back in Ambrose you all started realizing how dangerous the town really was. The basement was off limits for the little ones. Keeping them safe in a spare room next to the one that you and Vincent would occassionally sleep in the days that it ws too hot for the both of you to sleep in the basement.

"Vincent" You caught him staring at the babies again. They were sound asleep in their cribs, but he was so enamored by them. Watching their chests rise and fall while they snoozed. "Why don't you come lay down with me?" The soft touch of your hand on his shoulder and the kiss that you left on the side of his head had him groaning. Eyes fluttering shut with a sigh. He was tired, and the thought of laying with you in his arms was quite the offer. It didn't take much to pull him up so he was following you into the room over. Giggling as he pulled you down onto the bed with him. Both of you smiling when you rested your head on his chest. Arms wrapped around one another as you both took and cherished this afternoon nap you were both able to have.

Vincent not only started working on a sort of schedule to help balance his work and his kids, but he also started taking care of his hair more. Being sure to keep it up when he worked with his wax figures after discovering how much his babies loved reaching and tugging on his hair. He never imagined they would stick it in their mouths as much as they did, either. So, after these discoveries he was sure to try and keep it as clean as he could, worried they would ingest the wax and grow ill.

As they got older they were even more stressful than when they were younger. Not only were they always screaming and causing a ruckus, but now they could walk and even run. going places they shouldn't, even grabbing and touching things they shouldn't be. Vincent nearly had a stroke when he caught them trying to run down into the basement, having to add a lock to the doors so he was sure they wouldn't wander down their without one of you and get hurt.

Bo was also beginning to struggle with them. "What the hell!" He shouted when he caught them with his tools thrown around on the shop floor. "Look Uncle Bo, I look like you!" The one exclaimed, wearing one of his hats with grease on his hands and face, a wrench in his hand while he smiled up to his Uncle with gleeful eyes. The other twin smiling up to their uncle as well. Oh, he wanted so badly to be mad, but he couldn't. Not when he was just told that they were trying to look like him. If anything, it only fed his ego. Sure he would bring this up to Lester later when he argued that he was the best Uncle. "Alright, how 'bout you help m'pick this shit up? If y'wanna be like me, I don' keep a messy shop." They both nodded with grins, "Okay!"

Lester was the cool Uncle though. Not only was he unable to come into town a lot, but he also had Jonesy. Their fur-cousin that they loved more than anything. If anything, she was the main reason they were always excited to see him. Racing out to his truck when they would hear him pull up to the drive way. "Go greet your cousins Jonesy!" He'd tell his dog while opening the door for her, and that she would. Racing to the twins with a wagging tail, greeting them with kisses while they greeted her with giggles and pets. "See, m'the favorite." "That's cheatin' Lester."

None of you would introduce them to the horrors of Ambrose until they got older. Even then, you all tried to keep them away fromt eh tourists the best you all could. Often sending the twins with Lester so they could go to his house until the visitors were gone. Last thing any of you needed was one of them getting hurt by someone, none of you would forgive yourselves if that happened, and you all knew it.

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