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Tough

Peter Steele x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

Part 1

Part 2 (you are here!)

Part 3 (coming soon!)

Masterlist

Warnings: brief mention of past SA in regards to reader, nothing detailed just briefly mentioned, vulnerability, Peter being softish, Peter scaring reader on accident, alcohol, use of the word groupie

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You felt anxiety bubble up inside of you as you made your way through the large, crowded venue. You wish you had actually looked up his band before going because now you felt like an idiot. You expected a moderately successful garage band, not a platinum album band which you found out as you overheard some fans waiting in line say. 

You finally pushed your way to the side of the stage. “Um, hi… I’m here to see Peter?” you said nervously.

The security guard laughed, “You and everyone else sugar, go on back to your seat.” he said, not budging from his post. 

“No really!” you said truthfully. “Oh wait there's a password…. Fuck what was it… umm… black… Black No. 1!” you said looking up hopefully. 

The security guard chuckled, asking his fellow guard to keep the fans at bay as he motioned for you to follow him. He led you all around backstage, you trailed close behind because you felt like you’d get lost if you didn’t. He opened a door leading to a room with four black haired rockers. A few girls scattered here and there across their laps and what not as they drank their pre-show beers and took shots. 

You stood there awkwardly as the security guard shut the door behind you. Nobody really paid you any mind until it had become glaringly obvious you didn’t know where to go or who to go to.

“You lost?” said the man who you knew from the street with Peter, granted now he wasn’t slumped over hammered. 

“I know you…” you mumbled mostly to yourself. 

The man squinted at you, trying to recall. “Oh you’re the girl Peter wont shut up about! Said you beat some guys ass with brass knuckles!”

“Yeah…” you chuckled awkwardly. 

“Those are illegal I hear.” the man from the couch said with a teasing tone, Kenny if you recalled correctly. 

“Something like that.” you smiled at him slightly.

“You beat someone up… what for?” one of the girls slurred, slightly spilling their drink. You nodded as you walked over to her, taking her drink and handing her your unopened bottle of water. She smiled at you lazily, placing a sloppy kiss on the back of your hand, leaving red lips behind. 

“This guy was trying to feel up a girl and do god knows what else, she stopped him.” Peter’s booming voice said from the doorway where he leaned, watching you once again tend to a girl who needed someone to look out for them. 

“Hi.” you smiled softly as you stood up from the girls side.

“Come with me, we can go somewhere quieter.” he said, softly grabbing your hand and tugging you along with him. He took you through a few rooms before landing in a dressing room that looked like it would fit all the boys to get ready before their shows.

He shut the door behind him before he sat down, his massive body taking up most of the couch when he spread out the way he was. You remained standing near the door. Peter cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing at your actions.

“I um, I didn’t realize how big your band was…” you said, flicking your eyes to him. “And I say this as respectfully as I can - I don’t want to be a groupie or one of the random hookups you have while in this town… so… that being said I think I’ll go… I can tell one of the other girls to come back and see you on my way out.” you didn’t want to be rude but there wasn’t exactly a nice way to say what you said. 

You reached for the doorknob but Peter was in front of you in a second, his large hand holding the door shut. You felt hyper aware of him, your hand slowly slipping into your purse for your trusty brass knuckles. Peter saw how your eyes were pinpoint on him, how you were holding your breath waiting for his next move. 

“Sorry…” he said, taking his hand off the door. “I um, forget how… scary I can look sometimes.” he said, letting his eyes fall to the floor, like this wasn’t the first time his simple action had been interpreted into impending violence. “I didn’t invite you for… that.” he said, stepping back to give you the opportunity to leave if you so wished.

You didn’t move, “Then what did you invite me for?” you asked genuinely.

“I think you’re cool, really cool.” he said shyly. 

Shy is something you never thought you’d see Peter be. “And you want me to stay here and just be cool?” you asked sarcastically, still wary of his intentions.

He walked back over to the couch, sitting on his hands. “We won't do anything you aren’t comfortable with, my hands are staying right here.”

You let go of the doorknob, sitting adjacent to him. 

“You bring those brass knuckles everywhere?” Peter asked with a small chuckle as he looked at your right hand still inside your purse. 

You let go of them, both of you hearing the metal clink against the various things in your purse. “Yes.” you said with a sigh, leaning back to relax a bit more. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Peter said seriously.

“How did you…” you asked softly.

“One doesn’t have to be told point blank to know when someone has been hurt.” he said, looking at you with soft eyes. 

You nodded, “It was a long time ago… but I can’t leave the house without these now. No matter how much time passes.” you said patting your purse, hearing the metal clink. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re famous?” you asked. It was honestly all you had been thinking since you saw the massive venue and hundreds of fans. 

Peter shrugged, “Would you have come if I was some sort of smug asshole about it?” 

You chuckled, “You’re lucky I came today.”

“I’m very aware of that.” he said, leaning forwards towards you as he listened intently. 

You and Peter jabbered on for what felt like hours. Slowly getting closer until you were right next to each other. He stopped sitting on his hands with your permission. A knock Peter knew would eventually come finally came, they were on in five. He held his hand out for you as he stood, “So I can lead you to the show.” he reassured you.

You would have taken his hand either way. Beneath the harsh gaze and imposing presence you found Peter to be quite refreshing. He was kind, funny, silly, serious, passionate, interesting, and so much more. The hour you two spent talking felt like an eternity with a friend you had been missing. 

Peter showed you to the side of the stage where you could stand and sit during the show, having a clear line of sight to him.

“We’re on.” said Josh as he and the rest of the guys started to walk out to the stage. 

Peter slipped his hand into yours, giving it a squeeze. “Wish me luck.” he said.

You squeezed his hand tighter when he moved to leave you. You pulled him back, reaching up to the collar of his shirt to pull him down before you placed a kiss on his cheek, “Good luck.” you whispered in his ear before letting him go and slightly shoving him towards the stage. 

He regained his composure quickly but his heart was trying to claw its way out of his chest the whole performance. Especially when he turned his head slightly and saw you swaying to the music, even singing a few of the lyrics to the more popular songs. 

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Naboo's Note:

Down bad doesn't begin to cover it man. I'm obsessed. Somebody lock me away.

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PETER STEELE / TYPE O NEGATIVE

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Series:

Drabbles/Oneshots:

Tough - Peter Steele x Y/N

Part 2

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Tough

Peter Steele x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

Part 1 (you are here!)

Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: violence (not against reader or Peter), man being uncomfy, swearing?, sassy reader, bad ass reader, Peter falling for how amazing you are because obviously duh lol, brass knuckles

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Peter watched as the girl across the street was pinned against the club's alley wall by a man. His hand over her mouth to muffle her screams, the other moving to lift her skirt. He sat Josh on the curb and started to march over having seen quite enough. Out from the shadows on the building you came, grabbing the man by his hair before yanking him backwards, forcing him onto the ground where you repeatedly punched him in the face. The girl ran off, back inside the club presumably. Peter stood in stunned silence as he watched you hit the man one final time, letting his limp body slump to the ground. Blood gushed from his clearly broken nose and busted lip. 

When you finally noticed Peter standing at the edge of the curb you balled your fists up again. You eyed him up and down, not letting his massive frame scare you into backing down. Though truthfully - you did not want to fight this man. His imposing frame along with his stoic face and long ebony hair made him look what you could only describe as scary. “Friend of yours?” you asked, venom dripping your words.

“Definitely not.” his deep voice boomed. “How’s your hand?” he asked.

You slipped off the brass knuckle he didn’t notice before, flexing your hand repeatedly to stretch it out a bit. “I’ll survive.” 

Peter smiled slightly. He was completely entranced by you. Unafraid of him, standing up to those who do wrong, looking completely badass and wildly sexy as you do so. “Can I walk you home?” he asked. 

Josh groaned on the other side of the street before falling over onto his side. Peter rolled his eyes, looking back to his friend. 

“Seems like you already have somebody to walk home.” you said, looking over at the groaning man. 

As if on cue, a car came over and down the hill, parking behind Peter before two men got out. You slipped your brass knuckles on quietly, just in case. 

Peter looked at the men before helping the groaning man into the back of the car. They talked amongst themselves before you realized you were still standing there, watching. You shook your head, coming back to yourself. You turned to walk away but a hand grasped your ankle. 

“Stupid… bitch… Just wanted some ass…” the man you had punched the lights out of slurred, blood still dripping from his lip and nose. 

You straddled him, kneeling down before grabbing his collar to pull him up and punch him again. He went back out with one single punch. This time when you stood up you kicked him in the ribs a few times and stomped on his hands for good measure. 

“Those are illegal ya know.” said the man standing at the driver's side door who Peter called Kenny.

“What are you, a cop?” you sighed with annoyance. 

That made Peter smile fully. He liked your fire, it sent shockwaves through him. Kenny slapped Peter on the shoulder before ducking back into the car. The engine sputtered for a moment before they drove off, leaving you and the large man alone in the cold night. 

“I can still take you.” you said, clenching your metal filled fist. 

“I bet you can.” Peter said with a seductive tone, clenching his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed you up and down. 

You rolled your eyes, “Goodnight Jolly Green Giant.” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. You made your way down the sidewalk, watching your breath linger in the cold air. You heard his large steps behind you. “Ya know, stalking is illegal.” you said.

“What are you, a cop?” Peter said, quoting you. 

You smirked without realizing, enjoying his sass. You slowed down so he could stand next to you as you both walked.

“What’s your name?” the man asked after a few beats of silence as you both walked the dark streets. 

“Y/N.” you said with a sniffle, New York was still cold despite it only being early autumn. 

“Peter,” said the man. “It was nice of you to help that girl.” he said sincerely.

“How could I not?” you mumbled, “That kind of violation never leaves you, if I can prevent that then I sleep better at night.” 

Your eyes looked far away for a second, the look of knowing from experience. Peter’s eyes softened for a moment as he looked at you. Not with pity, but sorrow that such a thing had happened to you. Perhaps it is what made you so guarded, he thought as he noticed the brass knuckles still smoothed over in your grasp. 

“What do you do Peter? Besides walking strangers home?” you asked, rushing to change the serious topic. 

“I’m in a band,” he said.

“And that pays the bills?” you asked speculatively. 

Peter laughed at your disbelief, “I do alright.”

“What band? Maybe I know it.” you said, fumbling in your pockets for your building key as you approached the apartments. 

“Type O Negative.” he said somewhat cautiously.

“Never heard of it. Must not be that good.” you teased, unlocking the lobby door to your apartment building. 

Peter smiled, oh he likes you. He walked you to your door as your somewhat shaky hands thumbed through your keys before finding the right one. 

“I guess not. Come see us though, then make your final judgement?” he asked, leaning on the doorframe. 

The door handle clicked open, you pushed in slightly. Tiny meows filled the air before you picked up a chunky but very chill black cat. “I’ll think about it.” you said, petting the snuggly cat. 

“Come on, I know you want to see me again.” he said cockily, his large hand coming up to pet the cat. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what his massive hand would feel like on your body, running over your naked skin. You snapped out of it, grasping whatever he was handing you. A ticket he had pulled from his wallet. “Go to the side stage and ask for Peter, password is Black No. 1.” he said.

You took the ticket, kicking the door open slightly wider. “Thank you for walking me home… and the ticket.” you said bashfully. Now that the defensive high was gone you felt hyper aware of the man before you, he could push in and do anything to you yet you felt heat rise within you that made you wonder what his lips tasted like. 

The man held his hand out, you went to shake it but he turned it, kissing your brass knuckles. He licked over his lips, groaning softly at the irony traces of blood. “See you Friday, pretty girl.” Peter said before turning and walking away.

You watched him as he disappeared into the fog. You looked down at the ticket, guess you had plans in two days. 

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Naboo's Note:

How obsessed am I with Type O negative and that absolute hunk Peter Steele? Well I wrote this as I scheduled a tattoo appointment to get a Type O Negative tattoo sooooooo....... I hope you all are well, sorry for being gone so long, life has been crazy and the USA going to war definitely isn't helping :( I'll post through the nuclear apocalypse don't you worry pokies. XOXOXOXOXOX

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reblog from insta 'cause why not

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Hello my precious cinnamon rolls 🖤 I just wanted to come on and say I’m alive and will return to posting soon. Depression hit hard and a lot has been very stressful in life lately (work, housing instability, financial issues, etc.) but I will be back to writing and posting soon! Currently obsessed with/ Type O Negative so you can expect a Peter Steele fic lol thank you for all the love and patience over the past month or so 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Enjoy these pictures of my sweet angel Rodrick lol

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i touch myself thinking about the male loneliness epidemic

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“Before the shows, Dead used to bury his clothes into the ground so that they could start to rot and get that grave scent. He was a corpse on a stage. Once he even asked us to bury him in the ground - he wanted his skin to become pale.” - Hellhammer

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WWDITS (2019 - 2024) I 4.07

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Hi there, hope you're doing good.. why are you not writing for dprian anymore? I miss your writings about him

Hi! I write for whoever I feel like writing about and I just haven’t been in the mood to write for him. I’m sure I will in the future tho 🤷🏼‍♀️

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Thought I’d be so brave (not really lol) and show you guys some of my art that I’ve done over the past few months :)

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Love is Tender, Love is Kind

Vinnie Hacker x Y/N - Drabble - 1K WC

Part 2 - coming soon!

Masterlist

Warnings: TW mention of past SA against reader, anxiety, hurt/comfort, angst, Vinnie being a consent king, reassurance, so fucking sweet, part 2 will be even sweeter just you wait

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Vinnie cradled your face as he kissed you softly. He laid you down gently onto his bed, crawling between your legs without breaking the kiss. You let out a small moan, wanting to devour him and be devoured. You could feel your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest. It was a mix of excitement and anxiety. You and Vinnie hadn’t done more than kiss before; something about today though had you two pawing at each other with need. The anxiety that bubbled within was from something darker, something you knew you would have to tell Vinnie eventually. You dreaded it. You felt his lips on your neck as you came back to the present moment. Your breathing was labored, stuttering with every kiss. His hands went from your face, to your neck, to your shoulders, to your arms and finally your wrists where he pinned them above your head.

Your whole body tensed, your mind racing as you tried to pull your hands out of his strong grasp. Vinnie was so lost in his own world, kissing over your chest. 

Vinnie slowed his movements as he felt how stiff you were. Placing a final kiss on your sternum he looked up at you. His eyes softened as he saw the tears forming in your eyes. “Baby?” 

You yanked your hands out of his grasp as his grip loosened. You quickly wiped your eyes before pushing yourself up and out from under him. You kept your eyes on your fidgeting fingers, avoiding his eyes like the plague.

“Honey…” he said quietly, “are you ok?” he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hold you. But the slight tremble he saw consuming your muscles told him to remain still. 

You sniffled and sucked in a shallow breath, “Uh yeah… I’m sorry… I just… We need to talk about something…” you turned yourself to face him head on as you leaned against the headboard. 

Vinnie nodded, adjusting himself to mirror your position yet keeping a good amount of space between you two.

“A few years ago, before I even met you, I was dating a guy…” you said, trying to even out the waver in your tone. “One night we were… ya know… and he um. He held my arms… down and… didn’t… he didn’t stop when I told him to.” your voice faded out as you bared yourself to him. Your deepest trauma was on display, having verbalized your assault only a handful of times to close friends and therapists. “And… I know you wouldn’t… do that. It’s just… my wrists…” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as if you were protecting yourself. 

Vinnie could feel his heart breaking at your confession. He felt so many different things - anger at the man who took advantage of you, sorrow for the weight you had been carrying, shame for scaring you and reminding you of what was the worst night of your life. A moment of silence lingered in the air. Your eyes flicked up to his, trying to read his face. 

“Love - what happened to you was an awful, vile, evil thing that never should have happened. You didn’t do anything wrong and it was absolutely not your fault.” he said in a hushed tone that was full of sincerity.

You nodded, the lump in your throat bobbing up and down as you tried to swallow it. You felt your lip starting to quiver, hot tears streamed down your cheeks. “I just… I really like you but sex… it's different ever since… I don’t know how to explain it.” you sighed in frustration.

“Baby - we could never have sex and I would still be right here with you as happy as can be. I love you, not what your body can offer me.” he smiled lovingly. 

He looked so soft in this moment, so sweet and calm as the golden rays of sunlight streamed across his room landing on his face. His eyes looked like amber as the sun cast shadows and light on his face. “I love you too… I’m sorry th-”

“Never be sorry. Not for this.” he said, cautiously inching forward. He held his hand out, giving you the option to take or deny him. Your trembling hand slipped into his. He left a feather light kiss on your palm before drawing circles with his thumbs. “We can do whatever you want whenever you want. However fast or slow. I will always respect your boundaries.” he said, never taking his eyes off you.

You nodded, wanting to thank him despite knowing this is what a relationship should be. Respectful, loving, kind. 

“Can I hug you?” he asked, “It’s ok to say no, I won't be offended. Your comfort is all that matters to me.” 

You didn’t answer, you just scooted into his arms. The warmth of his embrace was always lovely but today, it felt like nothing could hurt you as long as you were wrapped up in him. He moved to lean against the headboard, you moved to lay between his legs as your arms encircled his waist. You could hear his heartbeat as you laid your head against his waist. His fingers deftly played with your hair, a comfortable silence falling between you.

“Let's just stay like this tonight ok? And when you’re ready, we can discuss what you are and aren't comfortable with when it comes to intimacy.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

You nodded, hugging him tighter. “Thank you.” you mumbled.

“You deserve everything Y/N, including a partner who is competent and has good communication skills.” he said with a slight chuckle. 

You liked the way the rumble of his laugh spread to his waist, making your head bobble. You laughed at the odd feeling. 

That sound was music to Vinnie’s ears, he laughed as much as he could so you could laugh. Trying to create a memory that would show you just how tender love could be.

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Naboo's Note:

In my feels obviously lol there will be a part 2 so look forward to that. XOXOXO!!!!!

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

VINNIE HACKER

Masterlist

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Drabbles/Oneshots

Lights Out - Vinnie Hacker x plus size! Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈

Praise You - Vinnie Hacker x plus size! Y/N NSFW 18+🍦🥵🪐🎭🥀

Comfortable - Vinnie Hacker x Y/N NSFW 18+🍦🥵🥀

The Artist & The Gamer - Vinnie Hacker x Y/N🍦🏳️‍🌈

Love is Tender, Love is Kind - Vinnie Hacker x Y/N 🎭🍦🏳️‍🌈🚫

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The Artist & The Gamer

Vinnie Hacker x Y/N - Drabble - 932 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: artist reader, established relationship, supportive fans, not much honestly lol just cute fluffy shit

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You leaned your canvas against the wall near his bed and sat down, cracking your neck before picking up your pencil and starting to sketch. Vinnie smiled as he watched you, he played his game and streamed, watching the chat go and go once they saw you in the background. You two figured out before you even started dating that you enjoyed parallel play or as Vinnie called it, “together alone time”. He couldn’t help but watch you every so often; how your face scrunched up as you erased a line you didn’t like, your lip snagged between your teeth as you focused. 

“Fuck…” you whispered, setting down your pencil.

“What?” Vinnie chuckled, still keeping his eyes on his game.

“I forgot a water cup for the brushes…” you groaned, leaning your back against his bed while you looked at the canvas. 

Silently, Vinnie paused his game before walking out of the room. You watched him go before you looked at the screen, waving shyly. Vinnie and you had been together for over a year but had only become public in the last two months. The fans were getting used to you just as much as you were getting used to them. You saw the chat scroll faster when you waved. You looked at the door, then back to the screen. You stood up, walking over to the computer.

“Um… hi everyone… I’m not sure where Vinnie went but I’m sure he will be back soon.” you said reassuringly. Your eyes scanned over the game, he was playing Valorant today. “Ya know I’ve never been very good at this game.” you said, mostly to yourself.

User23456543432: what games do you play?

You read the comment, looking back at the door you decided there was no harm in some friendly convo while you waited for Vinnie to finish whatever he was doing. “I really like story and puzzle games,” you smiled. “Or Mortal Kombat, I will always play that, it's my favorite.”

User98765434561: what are you painting?

“Well nothing yet but it is going to be a person at some point.” you said, squinting at the canvas resting against the wall. “It’s all abstract anyways, it can be whatever.” you shrugged.

User45678654324: Favorite show?

“It changes but if I had to pick a favorite right now I’d say “Blue Eye Samurai”? If you haven’t seen it you really should, it’s amazing.” you said. You stayed like that for a few more minutes answering random questions you saw in the chat. Eventually you looked at the live feed and saw Vinnie leaned up against the doorframe, smiling at you.

You blushed, getting out of his chair. “Sorry…” you mumbled.

Vinnie chuckled as he handed you a mug of water, “For your art.” he said. He handed you a plate from behind his back that had different fruits and treats on it, “For your body.” he said. 

You set them down before pulling him into a hug, snuggling your head into his chest. “For my soul.” you said before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. 

You could feel him smile into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you against him. He broke the kiss after a moment, placing a peck on your cheek before going back to his desk to continue the stream. 

You sat down, mixing a few paints together to get the color you wanted before you touched your brush to the canvas. You snacked on the things Vinnie brought you, admiring him as you went; appreciating his kind nature that has always taken care of you. 

“Staring is rude.” Vinnie said without taking his gaze away from the screens. 

“I’m admiring.” you corrected him before turning back to your art. 

The next few hours flew by and you were finally done. So done that the chat pointed out to him that you were asleep, your body contorted awkwardly against the floor and the side of his bed. Vinnie smiled to himself warmly, he couldn’t believe he got to hang around your life, let alone be loved by you. Small moments like this always made the world disappear so it felt like just you two. 

“Baby?” Vinnie said, nudging you slightly.

You groaned softly.

“Honey?” he said, nudging you a little harder. 

“What?” you asked with slight annoyance in your tone.

“Wanna sleep in the bed you’re less than a foot away from?” he chuckled.

You sat up a little, stretching your achy joints. You nodded; Vinnie could tell you were half asleep with every clumsy movement you made as he helped you up before just flopping down on the bed.

Vinnie smiled softly as he adjusted your legs before pulling a blanket over you. You snuggled in, he kissed your cheek. He played his game for a few more minutes, constantly looking at you in the background, tossing around occasionally. “Alright chat, I think I’m gonna log off for the night. Thank you all for joining my stream, see you soon!” He said before turning off the computer. He cleaned up your art supplies, washing your brushes just how you had shown him. Once everything was clean he slipped off his clothes until he was in just his boxers before joining you in bed. 

You immediately rolled into him, “I missed you,” you mumbled. 

Vinnie chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck so he could give you a quick kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you.” He whispered a few times as he left feather light kisses on your head.

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Naboo's Note:

Capitalism is sucking the life out of me slowly and the state of the USA is crippling me with how ABSOLUTELY FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY STUPID it is but here is a fic. Will try to write more soon.

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megan fox did more for lgbtq+ community when she said "i go both ways" in jennifer's body than ellen de genres did in her entire life