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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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Okay..hope you don't mind me sending you another request but Tony has got my mind going with all sorts of ideas...but for your sake i'll send you one of them. Also if you could...could you finish this one first? Unless you've already started on the others, then don't worry about it, but i'm really stoked for this one!

So Anni goes to Tony for her first ever tattoo. Its a full back piece...i'm imaging something like this --->XXX

Its a big back piece and that being said, Anni has to take off her shirt and bra...so she's bare. Tony is just kinda sitting there, trying not to look and he's like "ah...look at that ceiling...what a lovely ceiling that is." and Anni lays on her stomach and Tony gets all the stuff ready. One of the first things Tony notices is the scars on her body. Now usually Tony doesn't care to talk much to his clients but he just decides to break the silence and ask about them and that's when Anni talks briefly about who she works for and her job as a proxy and Tony is just noticing little things about her like how she doesn't squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle and she is just calm and collected as he works on this huge back piece. She's so calm and chill that she ends up falling asleep as Tony works on her, its like three in the morning and she's just tired, but Tony thinks she passed out so he's ready to go and get some water and food to try and help get her awake, but she wakes up and is like...oops and Tony actually laughs at it and mentions how hes exhausted too. So by the end of their session, Tony isn't able to get her tattoo fully done and he is completely booked with more appointments, so he does something that he would never usually do...

"Look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it..." and he hands her a slip of paper with his address and phone number..

(tysm! no pressure and please feel free to change anything and go at your own speed! tsym again!)

[ tattoo artist. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/n: Heh...this is cute.

Word count: 1,571

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to Anni before pausing, leading her to look at him in confusion since she had already pulled her wrist in front of him, “You’re wearing a lot of clothing,” Tony muttered as she began to fiddle with the collar of her white tank top causing her to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, how it was colder since the Autumn season is coming around, leading him to hum in an understanding tone as she continued to play with the smooth fabric.Tony shakingly directs his line of vision towards the ceiling, humming a nervous tune while tapping his knee, waiting for the 'okay' from Anni— he was never good around attractive female clients, it always felt strange to him.

Slowly, Anni began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of her back were exposed with her shirt resting on the side of her to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of her bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly. Regrettably pulling away and finishing 'admiring' the ceiling, Tony quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards her to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favorite canvas causing her to barely move even despite how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon her skin. However, what got her shaking the most was the constant feeling of the man's breath being felt on her upper body now that her shirt was basically off..

Tony is a tattoo artist who has been working in the industry for a few years. He's seen all kinds of clients, from the nervous first-timers to the seasoned tattoo enthusiasts. He takes pride in his work and enjoys the challenge of creating unique and meaningful designs for each of his clients in the under-realm— so he had completely expected her to be screaming and squirming, but she was completely calm— she didn't even look like she could feel the needle literally grinding against her skin at all.

As Anni continues to lay on her stomach, Tony gets all the necessary equipment ready. He takes a quick glance at Anni's body and notices the scars on her skin. Despite being a professional tattoo artist, Tony is not someone who usually talks much to his clients while working. However, he decides to break the silence and asks Anni about her scars. "Excuse me, you mind if I ask about your scars? I've only seen one other guy with this many— but on his back. He had the strangest yellow eyes as well, the people that walk in here are weird."

"Oh, those. I work as a proxy for a living. It's part of the job I guess." Anni briefly tells Tony about her job as a proxy and the dangerous situations she has been in. Tony is impressed by Anni's stubbornness and how truly nonchalant she was talking about all this absurd stuff. He admires how she has been able to keep going despite the challenges she has faced— he'd probably quit the moment he became a proxy if he was being honest with himself, proxies always looked depressed.

"I see. That's interesting. Does it hurt…?" As Tony begins to work on Anni's tattoo, he notices that she does not squirm or squeal at the tattoo needle. He is impressed by Anni's pain tolerance and how she is able to remain calm and composed throughout the process. Tony is able to fully concentrate on his work, knowing that his client is comfortable and at ease.

"Not anymore. I've gotten used to it. It's just another part of the job." Due to Tony's concentrating, she couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing her to glance around her room with her eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading her to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves. As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that Tony seemed to really care, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Tony had famously done. However, not to her surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing her to laugh silently since she couldn’t help it.

She lays down on the tattoo chair, and Tony starts to work on her tattoo. It's been a long day for Anni, and she feels herself dozing off as Tony continues to work on her. Tony assumes that Anni has passed out, and is about to go get some water and food to help her wake up. But just as he is about to leave, Anni wakes up, and Tony chuckles at her sudden awakening. He understands how exhausting the process can be, and mentions how he himself is drained.

"God, I'm not sure why I came so late if I'm being honest— I knew I would be tired." Anni says yawning— tired tears springing to her eyes, and Tony glances at her. He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off with a little lopsided smile on his face, he knew where she was coming from, he was similar in that way.

He doesn’t comment on it though. What is he supposed to say? He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of hsr piece- the first step, before he will see her again for the finished version of the piece. He finally connects the last line, and doesn’t think twice about what he says next. “Welp, I won't be able to finish this right now.”

Tony continues to work on Anni's tattoo, but it's already past three in the morning, and Anni is just too tired to stay awake. Tony notices this, and decides to halt the session. He knows that he won't be able to finish the entire tattoo, as he is completely booked with more appointments.

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of them to register the words, and Tony quickly occupies himself by turning off his gun and cleaning up her skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. Anni tries to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto her leg- silently ordering her to stay put, which she does. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts her leg to wrap it. “I’ll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I’d say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly.” He lectures her with a gentle voice, before letting her sit up.

“Thanks.” Anni says, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on her back. Tony chuckles.

“We’re not done yet, but I’ll take it.” He says. “I uh..” He starts, as she jumps off the stretcher and goes to put on her shirt. “uhm, look....I usually don't do this, but if you want me to get it done soon then you can stop by my place and I should be able to finish it....” He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he exhausts himself for a moment, because he had literally been booked with appointments, and he couldn't even finish this one. Quickly scribbling down his address, and number, he quickly slides over the piece of paper to her.

Tony does something that he would never usually do - he offers to continue the tattoo session at his home studio, on his day off. He sees the excitement in Anni's eyes, and knows that he has made the right decision.

“Like a date?” Anni asks, and he really wants to hit himself with how much he blushed. Anni quickly catches wind of this, and smirks, “I'm joking of course."

“I mean, if you want it to be?” He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird, trying to joke around as well. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. “It doesn’t have to be.. I know you’re already-”

"Tony, Tony," Anni grabs his shoulders, trying to shake him of whatever delusional exasperated state he was in, "It's fine— I was just kidding."

Yep— that checks in, why would he ever have a chance with some badass proxy chick?

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #tony my beloved #tony and anni hours #i stan them #i love this #watch Anni be oblivious when be starts dropping hints lmao 💀

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damyoujackson · 11 months

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FUNNY AF

Why do I think that the funniest thing in MCGA was - when in the hammer of Thor You know like the bit where Samirah texted Alex when they were preparing for the Tverveigi in England (might have spelt wrong, IDK) and said GL GTG and Magnus wondered whether GTG meant - Gunderson throttling Girlfriend Giant torturing Gunderson And when Samirah made up an emoji shortcut for 🤜💧🐴 (fighting water horses) Like they are SO ENTERTAINING.

#magnus chase and the ship of the dead #magnus chase and the hammer of thor #alex fierro #samirah al abbas #malorykeen #i stan them #do i need to say more?

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tae-shimura-is-my-wife · 2 years

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I love class 1-B so much 😭 they are soo underrated af! But i can't help myself, I find them so cool? Especially their quirks, we have a guy who solidifies the fcking air, a girl who creates tons of mushrooms of different, a boy who can fuse himself with black objects, A BOI WHO USES ONOMATOPEIAS AS AN ATTACK! Not only this but we have a posh beast, a pony girl with a cute accent, an emo, a vindictive religious, a soft boy with a creppy face, and tons of adorable students i can't 😭,

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #class 1b #i love them #the girls are feral too #they don't give a f abt hurting others #if they want to win #is better get out of their way #i want a spin off on them 😭#or at least a figure #but y'know #poor babies can't have nothing #i still wished they won class the class battles #THEY FOUGHT WAY BETTER THAN CLASS 1A FIGHT WITH ME #i stan them

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bastardlybonkers · 23 hours

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i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #shuro dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #toshiro nakamoto #dont get me wrong i understand relating to a character and hating whoever wrongs them cause youre protective or you relate really hard #but i think toshiros been getting the short end of the stick for a long time now 😭#even his love for falin is misunderstood #he literally states all the reasons he likes her #and none of them are superficial #but hes so closed off and has such difficulty expressing himself that instead of asking her out or smth he just #proposed to her out of the blue 😭#leading a lot of ppl to just assume that he went 'white woman spotted' and proposed #do Not misunderstand me i am #a HUGE farcille stan #obviously #but i dont think toshiros feelings are surface level and i think theyre absolutely crucial to understanding him and his motivations #as a character in this story

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athinga · 8 months

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Fontaine spoiler kinda ya

How i imagine it going down

Somebody go get your unhinged ginger, he's being political again

I'm starting to think my account is just going to be taken over by Neuvi at this point

#art #fanart #artists on tumblr #genshin impact #childe #childe genshin impact #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #fontaine #fontaine spoilers #genshin fanart #they're so goofy i love them #sorry Childe stans i cant be bothered to get his clothes right #tartaglia #genshin tartagalia #genshin ajax #childe tartagalia

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enter-the-bear-circle · 1 year

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So it means Antonio and Lorenzo are already sleeping

#sanremo 2023 #sanremo #i stan them

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esper-eclipse · 1 year

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Brah look at my warroir

#teeheehee #south park #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #sp style #AAAAGH I LOBVE DRAWING THEM IT SCRATCHES MY BREAIN!!#the stick of truth #tsot #sillie #espclpse

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anthrophobixx · 1 month

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thought I'd reupload some of my old gravity falls stuff here as well, especially since I started working on more !! It's kinda hard to manage w so many hyperfixes and interests :'O

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos ramirez #ford pines #stan pines #stanley pines #stanford pines #bill cipher #pacifica northwest #wendy corduroy #waddles #ueuueueueueeee I love them #Gina's art shenanigans

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paperultra · 8 months

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back of house.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,113 words Warnings: Mild swearing

If it weren’t for his principles regarding women, you’re fairly certain Sanji would’ve throttled and strung you up to dry by now.

“I … I’m impressed, sweetheart,” he says with a bright smile, though under the swinging lights of the kitchen it seems more out of pain than pleasure. “You managed to burn water.”

Your cheeks flame as you peer into the blackened pot with him, all traces of the water you’d been tasked with boiling completely gone. Vanished. You have no idea how or why.

“I’m sorry, Sanji.”

“No need to apologize. Everybody makes mistakes –”

“Sanji!” you hear Zeff before you see him round the corner. “Why the hell do I smell something burning in my kitchen?”

“None of your business, old man,” Sanji snaps immediately, murmuring a quiet excuse me, dear to you before taking the pot by the handle and heading to the sink. He twists the faucet open and running water roars like thunder in your ears as he thrusts the pot underneath. “I have it under control.”

“Under control, eh?" Zeff says. He suddenly turns his squinted gaze upon you, and you shrivel. “This your doing, missy?”

“I –”

“Leave her alone,” Sanji interrupts. “I didn’t give clear enough instructions. It was my fault.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that.” Eyeing your guilty and defeated figure next to the stove, Zeff shakes his head with a sigh and points you to the door. “[Y/n], go out and wait tables for the rest of your shift.”

Immediately, you make a move to remove your apron. “Oka –”

Sanji makes a noise of dissent and turns the faucet off. “Wait tables? She can still chop the vegetables and help me plate.”

“You’ll do that yourself. Front of house needs the extra person, anyway.”

“I’m her mentor.”

“And I’m the damn boss.”

The rest of the staff roll their eyes and carry on while the two men argue in the middle of the kitchen. You swallow and take your apron off, balling it up in your hands. This isn’t the first time they’ve butted heads over your incompetence, and watching them now cuts at your last shred of dignity.

Clearing your throat, you grimace when Sanji’s head whips around to look at you.

“Zeff’s right,” you tell him. “Dinner rush is coming up soon and I’ll just be in the way, anyway.”

Zeff grunts with satisfaction.

The expression on Sanji’s face reminds you of a kicked puppy. “But …” he begins to protest.

“Oi, you heard what she said. Get back to work! We have customers waiting!”

Sanji blusters about before heading back to his station, casting you one final, forlorn look as he does so. You imagine that your own face looks just the same when you turn to leave.

—

You take orders and serve customers for the remainder of the day, as promised, and help with cleanup after closing time. And then, long after the sun’s dipped below the horizon, Sanji joins you on the upper deck with a steaming bowl of seafood fried rice.

“For the madam,” he says with a smile, offering you the bowl.

You accept it silently and take a bite as he sits down next to you. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach. You’ve never known a home quite like Sanji’s cooking.

His eyes remain fixed on you as you eat all of the rice, scraping the bowl for every last grain and setting it down beside you once you’re finished.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. I figured it would cheer you up.”

“It did.”

It did, and yet, your lips tremble and your throat closes up. You clench your hands into fists in your lap.

Sanji’s hand immediately presses your shoulder as you sniffle. “Are you alright?” he questions worriedly.

(His attentiveness strikes you like a hot iron sometimes, even now.)

“Why haven’t you given up on me yet?” you whisper.

His brow furrows. As if it’s obvious, he answers, “You want to be a cook. A lady’s wish is my command.” Sanji pauses. “And I can’t call myself the greatest cook in the East Blue if I can’t teach others to be great cooks as well.”

“I think you’d be the greatest regardless.”

You glance at him through watery eyes in time to see his face flush a deep red. He looks away hastily, chuckling with feigned modesty. “I’m flattered that you think so highly of me.”

Your shoulders lift in a shrug as you look back down at your hands. You reach up to blot away your tears.

How could you not think the world of Sanji? Or the world of anyone at the Baratie, for that matter? When you were kicked off the merchant ship you’d stowed away on two years ago, you had been sure that you’d be banned from setting foot in such a fine-looking restaurant. Years of scorn and slammed doors had not given you the chance to think otherwise.

But Sanji spotted you on the docks, called you madam like you really were one, cooked you a meal in the kitchen and talked to you. Zeff gave you a job and a bed of your own. The staff gave you a family.

“We’ll try again tomorrow. I’ll figure out something that’ll make everything click for you, and you’ll be a proper cook in no time.” Sanji leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and winks up at you. “I promise.”

As always, your heart skips a beat.

“Okay.”

Maybe, you realize suddenly, you don’t necessarily want to be a cook so much as you want to love the way Sanji does.

“That’s my girl.” Standing up, Sanji takes your empty bowl in one hand and offers the other for you to take. “Now, shall I walk the madam to her room, or does she wish to stay out on the deck for a while?”

You allow yourself to grin, considering. “The madam wishes to stay out here and …” you hesitate but then decide to soldier on, “and possibly chat with a dear friend for a few more minutes?”

Your pulse pounds in your ears.

Sanji’s eyes widen a bit. Then he blinks, and then he smiles, drawing his hand back and quickly sitting down next to you once more.

“A lady’s wish is my command,” he says.

He takes out a cigarette, making a quip about Patty while he lights it, and your combined laughter rings out across the Baratie. It’s perfect like it always is – savory and warm on your tongue, happy and gentle in your stomach.

Indeed, this is home.

#opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #fluff #fem!reader #this one's for the girlies who burn water #look i came into opla thinking i'd be a 100% zoro stan but something abt opla sanji got me all <3 #like bro. who gave u the right to smile like that ;(#so i made a reader who adores him just as much as he adores them :)

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cyberp-1-nk · 2 years

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Okay I have one more request in mind! So this can be a little part two to the smutty Vince and Addict fic you wrote, but this is more soft and kinda humorous.

So the morning after, Vince wakes up to Addict tracing his scars and when he seems to tense up a little so she peppers little kisses all over them to try and make him feel better and Vince even notices a few of hers.

When they finally get up, they both are just peacefully eating breakfast until Nightmare just kind of let's herself into Addicts house to see how they are doing and she freezes and notices how they both have hickies, messy hair, and they seem kinda tired, so she puts two and two together and yells something like: "YOU TWO FINALLY DID IT!" and she teases them and maybe tries to high-five Addict who in response rolls her eyes and continues eating her dry ass toast. Vince totally loves it though and happily accepts Nightmares high-five lmao-

(sorry if this is super long but I just thought it was a sweet and funny idea so please take your time and don't do this if you don't want to!!)

[ Sweet comfort - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Addict shows Vince just how much she truly cares for him,

PAIRINGS; Vince x Addict

CONTENT WARNINGS; A hint of angst

NOTE; I kinda got really side-tracted with this, and didn't know how to really include Nightmare in this, but I added a slight twist to this if that makes up for it-- if not, I'll be glad to make a part two!

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 8,995

Addict's eyes fluttered open as beams of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains. She kept her eyes open for a while, fighting the bleary feeling, inhaling the caramel scent that floated through the white sheets, coaxing her to close her eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep.

Finally, after such a long night of tiring yet pleasurable activities, Vince fell asleep beside her. Her hands found him, swaddling them in his warmth, and she brought them to her cheeks to rub their backs against her skin. He subsciously flushed when she lowered herself to his chest, and began peppering them with kisses so soft it almost made him question if she was even making contact. There were dozens of scars he had been insecure of, littered along his body, but Addict didn’t mind. In fact, she found it all the more attractive.

Addict turned his hands around, rubbing his calluses with her thumb as she admired them and the little scars along his arm, trailing puckers of kisses. Her lips drew a trail in kisses as they made their way up his hands from the base of his palms to the tips of his fingers. She looked up at Vince, who was now awake and whose gaze flew to the other side of the room when it met hers and whose cheeks burned with embarrassment. It was endearing, just like everything else about him.

His scars were her favorite thing. They were warm and rough and beautiful and strong. His hands easily enveloped hers when they walked home together. They were Addict's solace, her sanity, the only thing that could pull her out of whatever hole the world had dug for her. The hands she loved worked so hard everyday. The hands that held her; the hands that protected her; the hands that massaged her aching muscles; the hands that tickled her sides on a bad day and made her laugh even when she didn’t want to.

Once her lips had graced the pads of each finger and every scar along his chest, she turned his hands back around and pressed them into her forehead. Vince stared for a moment, heart racing and breathing quickening, before he pulled her hands to his lips for a kiss of his own. He soon let her go, and a hand made its way to her face—thumb below her lips, index finger on her jaw, the rest of his fingers curled beneath her chin—while the other looped around her waist. They shared a few kisses as light as the ones she'd left on his hands, and when she called his name in that silky voice of hers, Vince thought he was going to faint just from the sound. The hands she adored pushed her back, ready to return all the love she had shown them.

Pressing her back further into the warm chest behind her, Addict places a light kiss on the hand tucked under her head, slowly peppering kisses on the fading scars scattered here and there. A soft grunt sounded behind her, and she smiled knowing that Vince was at the edge of his exhaustion.

“Vince,” she whispered, turning around slowly.

“Last night, after I got out of my shower and stuff; what happened between us,” Vince struggled with his words, but he managed to spit them out. His amber eyes were stern with her, letting her know he wanted a truthful response, “Did the whiskey make you do it in all the hype? Or was that all you?”

Addict was completely taken aback from the sudden question and her eyes went blank for a second. She could feel her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she knew making Adducf wait long for an answer might make him think twice. She swallowed hard, “It was... mostly me.”

“What do you mean mostly?” Vince narrowed his eyes and Addict meekly turned away from his smoldering gaze.

“The whiskey... they gave me the courage to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.” Addict's face felt like it was getting redder and redder by the second. She copped a smile and looked at him, her eyes a bit watery, “I know it’s probably not the most ideal first time between two people like that. I feel terrible it took some stupid drugs to get me to do something like we did. Too pussy to do it on my own I guess.”

Vince was speechless at her detailed answer, but nonetheless he was happy with what he heard. It completely eradicated any insecurity he had about the situation, and he knew exactly how she felt. Between the two of them, as much as he hated to say, it felt like a broken record lately. He could feel that type of tension between them every time they were alone, but neither of them had the courage to act on what they really wanted: each other. If he would’ve had it his way, and didn’t have his countless uncertainties about any situation regarding the girl that now sat next to him, he would’ve taken her up in his strong arms, pressed her up against the wall, and had his way with her.

“It’s alright...” Vince managed to stammer out after an uncomfortable silence, “Sometimes, just takes a lil’ bit.”

Addict nodded and fumbled with the edge of her towel in her fingers, “Well, after last night... what does that make us?”

What did sleeping together make them now? He just didn’t want anything to end; he didn’t want how they treated each other to end, and he sure as hell didn’t want the way she looked at him to end. She was just too important to him to let any of that happen. Besides, at the thought of it, he somewhat liked the idea of potentially being her play thing.

Addict's lips parted in slight awe and she felt the tingling sensation roll around in her stomach. The older Smith brother stared back, his amber eyes unsure of what she was going to do next. Her face became agonizingly hot and she could feel her watery eyes getting even more distraught. But Addict then smiled, completely delighted to hear what had said. Vince relished at the sight of her smile; there was nothing more he wanted than to see that remarkable smile of hers. As much as Addict wanted to climb on top of him and feel his rough, warm skin on her body, the sun was already high in the sky and she wanted to spend her waking moments. Limiting herself until the next time, Addict leaned up next to him, placing her lips on his cheek. Her lips smacked quietly as they left his skin, and slowly, they brushed up against his ear. Her warm breath caressed his ear and she smiled at the sight of goose bumps rolling up his arm.

“I’m yours.”

Addict then rested her chin on his shoulder and stared at him, his amber eyes continuing to stare at the water before them. She imagined everything he had to go through, knowing what kind of pain he had to have gone through during his life. She wondered how close he was to his mother and father before everything happened, but knew it wouldn’t be wise to ask at that moment. Vince, he was mostly alone after his tragedies, and it made Addict feel so powerless. Warmth crawled up the back of her throat and her eyes began to water, and as if he sensed it, Vince looked over at her.

“What’re you cryin’ for?” He asked a bit confused and Addict put on a smile, shaking her head,

“Nothing... just sad to think such a good guy like you had to go through all kinds of shit like that.”

“Good guy.” He smirked while scoffing and shook his head, “Never been told I was a good guy, ever.”

“Well, you know I have plenty before. And it shouldn’t matter what anyone says anymore,” Addict shook her head as her brown eyes stared at him, “People don’t know what you did for me, what you do for others. Let them think what they want. You saved my life and if you didn’t show up... I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now. And it makes me sad to think I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Vince stared back at her, seeing her watery eyes managing to break a tear from them. He glanced down at her belly, where the sunken in scar of a knife wound glared back at him. It would always be a reminder of what terrible things had happened to her, but her presence, her eyes, her smile would always be there to show that he was the entire reason why she was still alive. He never really believed in God or all the stuff about destiny and fate, but he firmly believed that the woman sitting next to him crossed his path for a reason. Whether it was just her being there to be the only person who never judged him, him being there to be her protector, or them just being together to complete one another, he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave her side, ever.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Vince nodded and she smiled, pulling herself to her knees and turning fully to face him,

“I tell you what,” She said enthusiastically, “Tonight, why don’t we go find a decent place to eat after we finish our motorcycle ride, and then maybe, if you’re up for it, we can go watch Varrick play.”

“I can deal with that.” Vince said, but shrugged, “To be honest, kinda miss your cookin’, darlin.”

Addict laughed under her breath, leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek, “Yeah well when we get back home, I’ll make sure to cook you whatever you want.”

"…I love you so damn much."

#simp party #simp party my beloved #addict and vince hours #addict my beloved #vince became a whole ass softy omg #I stan them #They're so cute and it literally kills me-#we need more comfort content with these two😭

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