Now thinking about it...V was low-key a menace throughout VoV and probably shouldn't have been walking around the streets alone...
- He was walking around the streets butt naked and mugged a stranger for their clothes (and ACCESSORIES).
- Instead of getting a JOB, he and Griffon thought it was a good idea to rob someone so they can reach Dante.
- That robbery resulted in V slaughtering 3 other robbers (must I add, BRUTALLY) in front of a woman.
- Pissed Dante off by mentioning Vergil.
- Told a child he wouldn't care if the demons attacked the child (in context, he did tell the kid to run away cause it wasn't safe, but the kid wanted to protect his injured mom).
- Got hungry and decided to eat RAW demon meat (it wasn't delicious).
- Moments later, he toast more raw demon meat to see if it makes a difference (it did NOT).
- Let's not forget the obvious, he brought several devil hunters to a fight NONE of them were prepared for (and have the nerve to act surprise when everyone is DEFEATED).
Officer, this is a wanted man. 🧐
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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤.
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Sometimes people wait too late, and lose the opportunity. So what happens when Jack and Y/n find themselves in that exact position?
Y/n, being Jacks long-time bestfriend, has been in-love with the boy forever. What happens when she’s about to get married to another man?
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cursing, not proofread, other than that just pure angst and sadness ): (poor jack)
-Hi loves💕 I’ve missed Tumblr, and being on it with you all, but in my recent free time I took some time to write this fanfic, I haven’t decided on what I will be doing as of right now, I’m still staying away from my blog, but for now here’s this! Sorry it is not the most detailed, I haven’t wrote in awhile. Love you all. Xoxo
“Don’t marry him.”
“What?”
Taken aback, your head turned at the boy who sat next to you on the doc, his legs up too his chest whilst he held a beer in his hand. The only light making things visible was the bright light reflecting from the moon and whatever lights had been on the railings of the doc. The warm breeze of the mid-summer air blew over your bare legs that hung over the doc, your feet grazing above the water.
“Don't marry him y/n.”
This time, you'd heard the boy much clearer, although you couldn't help the way your mind went blank.
You shook your head, not being able to hold back a laugh, “No- no, Jack. you don't get to do this to me.” You stood up from where you'd sat. Twas the night before your wedding, Which was being held in Michigan, your best friend Jack, and the rest of the Hughes family were kind enough to allow you and your fiance, Brad, to stay with them for the wedding at the lake house. Even throwing a party for the two of you just a few hours prior.
And that's what brought you too now, sitting on the dock of the lake house, with your long-time best friend, Jack Hughes, whom you've loved ever since he shared his juicebox with you during 2nd grade recess. Going through highschool years later, only sparked your feelings that you held back. After highschool, when Jack got drafted, that same night, you confessed your feelings. But of course, Jack being Jack, he brushed you off and acted like nothing happened. Not one of you has brought up that night since. Yet, it still haunts you to this day.
But now, out of all times, he decides to tell you not to marry the man you loved. The night before your wedding.
“You're not doing this to me. Your not ruining My wedding.” You cry out, your arms flailing, Jack, placing his beer down, stood up in front of you. Looking at you with pleading eyes.
“Y/n-”
You push him back by his chest, but he grabs ahold of both of your arms.
“No! No- no.” Tears filled your eyes, quick to roll down your cheeks. One of your biggest fears was for this too happen, and well won't you look at that.
“You had 3?- 3 Years! 3 whole years to tell me. To Tell me why I shouldn't marry him- and I wouldn't have. 3 Years and you didn't. It's too late Jack.” His eyes glossy, your cheeks stained. His mouth empty, yours filled with pain.
You felt his grip loosen to either side of your arm.
“You don’t get to break my heart just because you can’t fix yours. I’m marrying him.”
He said nothing. For a good two minutes. It was silence, the only noise being the water splashing up against the shore
“I love you.” Jack whispered.
“Your drunk.” You scoffed, eyes switching down to the beer bottle that sat next to his feet.
You wiped the tears off of your face, turning around and making your way up to the house from the doc.
“I mean it- I’ve been in love with you since we were in highschool, and I- I’m an idiot for no telling you sooner-.” Jack said to you, but you continued to walk.
“I’ll see you at the wedding Tomorrow jack.” You yelled back. Your voice cracking.
He said nothing.
The rest of that night you spent awake, not only because of what Jack said, but also because now you weren’t sure if this wedding was a good idea. You loved him, but not the way you loved Jack.
“He’s not coming y/n,” Quinn spoke. The wedding music playing softly just past the door you stood behind with Quinn, and your bridesmaids.
He wasn’t seriously not going to show up, was he?
Quinn held his arm out for you to take. It was supposed to be Jack. He promised to walk you down the aisle.
The door opened, you looked around, no jack. Looking to your right, you watched as Quinn mouthed an ‘im sorry’, you have him a half heartedly smile, your eyes watering, grabbing onto his arm, which was supposed to be jack.
Walking down the aisle, you watched your fiancé, the man whom you loved standing at the alter waiting for you. In that moment, you realized you may never love him the way you love Jack, but that he always loved you. More than jack ever did.
Fuck you, Jack.
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