Prompt: Imagine accidentally meeting Vic Fuentes, a low-scale, San Diego gangster, when things go wrong with your ex-boyfriend
FLUFF AND A FUCK TON OF SWEARING
“Chad, for the last time, I hate you so stop calling me or I’ll ruin
your goddamn life,” I snapped into the phone while walking down the empty
“Yeah? And how are you gonna do that?” My ex-boyfriend sneered.
I scoffed, “Remember all those pics of
your needle dick you sent me? I will print out copies and tape them all over
school if you ever talk to me again, are we clear?”
He stuttered, clearly
baffled, “Wha… how will-”
“Figure it out, Chad. Because starting now, I
never want to see your fucking face ever again.” I promptly hung up on him,
closed my eyes, and rubbed my temples. Why can’t I ever find any nice guys?
Ones that don’t cheat on your with your best friend. Speaking of that, I also
need better friends.
All of a sudden I realized just where I was. I
don’t remember how long I had been shouting into my phone at Chad, but I had
somehow ended up in the bad side of town, and I was completely alone.
“Oh, shit…” Just what I needed, really.
Whatever, I’ll just keep my head down and walk
fast back to my apartment on the other side of San Diego, hopefully I won’t run
into trouble. Plus, getting mugged on the day I found out that the boy I loved
for two years was cheating on me would really just be the cherry on the sundae
of my life.
Turns out I didn’t even make it two blocks
before the universe decided to shit on me once again.
Turning the corner of a closed up drug store,
I saw a crowd of obvious asshats. There were five of them and they were
surrounding a little boy who didn’t look older than twelve, at least.
“C’mon, Preciado, just give us your shit and
Tommy won’t have to bust open your scull,” one of them said, menacing nodding
to a burly looking man behind the kid.
The boy was obviously terrified, but he held
the first gangster at eye level and didn’t shrink away. “I already told
you shitheads, I gave the money to my brother, I don’t have it. If you want it
so badly why don’t you take it up with him?”
“Yeah, right. Nobody messes with your brother,
brat, but your ass is free game,” the leader ended with a snicker and the
others around him laughed.
I peaked out from the corner, weighing my
options. Don’t help him, don’t help him, just look down and get back home, and
go change your fucking status or something, just don’t be a hero, Y/N…
Yeah, I was marching over to the crowd before
I knew it.
“Hey, assholes! Why don’t you pick on someone
your own size!” And in that moment, I knew I was fucked.
The leader spun around, nasty yellow teeth
bared, “What the fuck did you just say to me, you preppy bitch?” He
growled, looking away from the kid to size me up.
“Is your head so far up your own ass that you
can’t hear me? I said leave the kid alone, shithead.” I could almost hear the
sound of my own grave being dug, yet for some reason the insults kept on
His eyes narrowed, “Shut your fucking mouth,
“Shut my fucking mouth? Why? Don’t like
hearing just how goddamn ugly you are?” There it is again. Shovel, shovel,
“Say that again and I’ll kill you.” He
threatened, his hand curling into a fist.
I flaunted a shit-eating grin, “Buddy, your
face looks like it was on fire and someone put it out with a brick.” One of his
goons snickered behind him, and the leader shot him a dangerous look and he
shut up real fast.
“You cunts, can’t mind your own fucking
business, can you?” the leader said, and for some odd reason I could feel that
his voice, his face and yellow teeth were somehow familiar.
“Oh, no, It actually is my business. You see, I’m a commercial
saleswoman and you’re a walking advertisement for the benefits of birth
control, so I may be on to something here.” His face flushed red with anger and
shoved me back, spitting in my face and back to his other gangsters.
“You bitch… Luke, get the brat’s shit, and
I’ll take this slut.”
One of his cronies grabbed the kid’s backpack
and ripped it off his shoulders. The kid shouted protests and tried to get it
back, but the gangster pulled back his fist and punched him square in the
cheek, knocking him to the ground. I shifted worriedly over to look at the kid
before turning back to the leader.
“Little skank, what’s your fucking deal, I’ve
never even seen you near this kid, why the fuck do you care?”
“You see, I’m not a horrible person like you.
Maybe being as inbred as a sandwich tweaked your sense of morality but I’m not
one to judge.”
The other gangsters hollered with laughter
while the one called Luke untied the straps on the kid’s backpack and started
shaking all it’s contents onto the ground. Binders and notebooks fell out, but
nothing that would be of interest to a gang.
The leader pushed me back roughly, marching
over and grabbing the kid’s t-shirt, pulling him up. “What the fuck, kid?
Where’s the fucking money? You don’t mess with me, I’ll pull out your goddamn
teeth if I have to!”
Abruptly, all the pieces fell into place.
“Antonio Wilder.” I grinned, and the leader’s
menacing smile dissipated. He let go of the kid’s shirt, and he fell to the
ground. All heads were facing me, and the leader approached.
“How the fuck do you know my name?” Antonio
snarled, his face so close to me that I could smell his putrid breath.
I rested my hand on my hip, “My name is
Y/N L/N. My dad is chief of police. I remember him taking you into holding for
possession of illegal drugs smuggled into America,” his tough exterior was
beginning to crumble, “I remember my dad ranting about how your buddies
paid bail. I wonder if they’d be able to do that again if I told my dad about
what you’ve been doing in your spare time.”
Antonio’s face turned white, and his cronies
tossed around unsettled murmurs. Soon, he reluctantly broke eye contact with
me. “Alright, you whore. We’re goin’ now but you’re gonna pay for this
later, you hear me?”
“Crystal clear, you failed fucking abortion.
Now run along. I’ve got my dad on speed dial.” Antonio, thank god, didn’t say
anything else. And slunk away back down the street with his tail between his
I looked down at the kid, who was peering up
at me with wide, awe-struck eyes. “You alright?”
“Y-yeah. I’m fine. But
how the hell did you do that? Talk to
Antonio that way, that was amazing!” He asked me like he was speaking to some
kind of goddess.
“I’ve got a bad habit of not insulting people.
Thank god it actually worked out this time,” I said coyly, before stooping down
to help the kid collect his school stuff. “What’s your name, kid? And why
were those dildos after you?”
The kid was about to speak, when a voice from
up the street interrupted him.
“Hey, Chris!” A dark haired guy shouted,
running up to the boy who I now knew as Chris, and leaning down to inspect the
bruise forming on his cheek. Looking back towards the sidewalk, three other
guys were with the first one, and they all looked suspiciously like another
gang. At this rate these gangs keep showing up, I’ll never get home.
“What the hell happened, man? I thought you
were at home?” He must’ve been the brother Antonio was referring to.
Chris sighed, “Just Antonio’s group. It’s
fine, though. They didn’t take anything.”
His brother groaned, “Buddy, I don’t care
about that. Where are you hurt?”
“Just here,” Chris tapped his cheek before
turning and pointing to me, “she came before they could do any worse.”
His brother glanced
up, and I finally got a good look at him. He had tanned skin, with dark brown
hair and eyes, and wore a too-big Sex Pistols shirt and dark jeans. “You saved my brother?” He asked with raised
eyebrows. His three other companions caught up to him, and all shared the same
look of disbelief.
“I was walking home and saw that dick hurting
a kid. It’s not that hard to believe.” I said modestly. But Chris had none of
“You should’ve seen it! She looked him right
in the eyes and called him a failed fucking abortion and he jack ran with his
tail between his legs! It was awesome.”
His brother’s friend, a guy with chocolate
brown eyes and long dark hair sniggered, “I mean she’s not wrong…”
“How the fuck did you manage that?” Chris’
brother asked, surprise layering his voice.
I scratched the back of my head, “My dad
is Officer L/N. All I had to do was threaten to call him up and he took off.
It’s not that big a’ deal.”
His brother gave me a huge, lopsided
grin, “Not that big a’ deal? Dude, that’s amazing!” I wasn’t expecting the
friendly response but went along with it. “My name’s Jaime. And… Wow,
thanks for helping out my brother.”
Smiling, I realized that these people probably
weren’t as bad as Antonio and his crew. “I’m Y/N. And… you are?” I
gestured to the three people who hadn’t introduced themselves yet.
“I’m Tony. That’s Vic and Mike. But seriously,
that’s for saving’s Chris’ ass.” Tony, the one with the stretched ears, said
with an appreciative nod.
Vic grinned, “So aside from ‘a failed
fucking abortion’, what else did you call him?”
I looked at the ground, smiling a bit, “I
think I called him an inbred sandwich.” They all whooped with laughter and I
think Tony even applauded for a bit. Jaime threw an arm around my
shoulder. “Listen, Y/N. Anybody ever messes with you, just hit us up.
Nobody’s gonna mess with you now.”
Wait, did I just accidentally join a Mexican
“Thanks, Jaime,” I looked down at my phone’s
clock. 6:40, “oh shit, I gotta get back home. I’ll see you guys around,
Mike’s eyes widened, “Wait, you’re not
I shook my head, “No, I just ended up at
this side by accident. I think I’ve got a long walk before I get to my house.”
Vic piped up, “Hey, I can walk you home
if you like. Nighttime around here isn’t exactly the safest place in the
“No, no, no, it’s fine,” I tried, but eventually
“Really, Y/N, think of it as a thank you for
helping out our little bro, okay?” He insisted, and I felt my resolve
crumbling. I mean, I had never spent a night out in the bad part of the city,
and had no idea what I was walking into. Plus, getting mugged in the dark
didn’t sound too preferable.
Even though I felt like this was another trick
by the universe to ruin my day, I still accepted his offer. After waving
goodbye to Chris and the guys, I started walking to my house, with Vic at my
“So how the hell did you end up here in the
first place?” Vic asked, looking at me curiously.
I contemplated telling Vic and figured there
wasn’t anything against it. “My boyfriend, Chad… I found out that he’d been
cheating on me with my best friend.”
Vic let out a low whistle, “Damn, what an
“Yeah. I called him when I was walking home to
sort things out and I guess I just forgot where I was walking.” I mumbled that
last bit, my anger and sadness over Chad creeping back into my subconscious.
He gave me a sympathetic smile, “Don’t
think about this guy, he’s clearly an asshole and you deserve better.”
“Thanks, Vic…” I looked back at him, at his
smile, and I felt my heart flutter just a bit. Sadly, before I could think
about what I was feeling, we finally walked in front of my house.
“So, I’ll see you later then?” I was a bit
saddened by Vic leaving, but I was exhausted and ready for the night to end.
His smile fell and his eyes moved from me to
the pavement behind me. “I’ll see you…who the hell is that?”
Confused, I turned around, only for my stomach
to drop sharply. There, angrily marching towards me, was Chad, his face bright
red and his muscles tensed to the point of snapping.
“You… You bitch!” He shouted, jabbing a
finger into my chest.
“Chad, what the hell are you doing!? I told
you to leave me alone!” But he was having none of it.
He pointed at Vic, who’s facial expressions
would indicate that he was beginning to understand the situation, “So,
who’s this fucker? Huh, been sleeping with him now, you little whore?”
Vic grit his teeth, “Says the guy that screwed her best friend!”
Chad whirled around at him, looking like a
spitting husk of anger. “What did you say to me?”
“You heard me. You
sleep with her friend behind her back and she walks with a guy after leaving
you for being a shithead, and that makes her a whore?” Vic shoved him back and
a dangerous glint sharpened in his eyes. While they were shouting, I noticed
something very prominent. Chad was on the football team, and I’ve seen him beat
on thinner and smaller people. But Vic? Vic is in a fucking gang, and I would
place my bets on Vic snapping Chad like a twig.
“Stop! Stop it!” Vic
paused, looking down at me confused.
Chad smirked, walking
away from Vic and over to me. “So, Y/N, you finally realized that I’m-“
“-Let’s get one thing
straight, Chad,” I spit out his name
angrily, and my ex’s face fell, “I hope that you and Vivian are happy, because
we are no longer a thing. Now, you can either get lost and never talk to me
again, or I will ruin your goddamn life, and I think you know exactly how I can
do that.” I threatened. And, from the phone call we shared earlier, he knew
that I meant business.
Chad’s face hardened,
and he ran, spitting curses and insults at Vic and I until he got into his dad’s
car and drove away.
“Jesus, what did you
ever see in that guy?” Vic asked.
I scoffed, “I have no
idea. That guy was always a huge dick, despite having quite the opposite.”
Vic bent over
laughing, “Wha.. Wow… His dick was really that small?” He said in between bouts
of laughter. And for some reason, seeing his bright smile and laughter brought
a small grin to my face.
“Oh yeah. You know
that kind of Pez candy? Think that, but smaller.” Soon we were both whooping
with laughter like we were a drunk pair.
“Ah… Ahha… Y/N, this
was amazing…” Vic said before having to stop and catching his breath from
laughing so hard.
I smiled, “We have got
to do this again.”
He nudged me as we
walked up to the steps of the door, “Dick jokes over coffee? Sounds like the
best date I could ever ask for.”
I felt my face heat
up, “Wait a minute, is this you asking me out?”
“Uh,” He paused,
nervously scratching the back of his head, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Well… I mean, you’re
a better catch than Chad ever was,” He giggled at that comment.
Shrugging I nodded, “Sure! Why not, right? It would be the perfect middle finger for my ex.”
Well, I got absolutely no sleep for this. I hope y’all enjoy it!
I might write either a Gerard imagine or a Frank imagine, depending on what I feel like. Although, I woul really like to write a punk!highschool!Andy Biersack fic
1. Get yourself at least three different kinds of hair dye. I went with Midnight Blue, Turquoise, Lagoon Blue by Directions, and Carnation Pink for the hair-ends (which is actually my flatmates hair dye but I had this spontanous thought that it would turn out violet on my already blue hair). It works better on bleached hair or hair that has been dyed blonde before, that’s why it turns green-ish in some parts.
3. Let her go wild with your hair and the colours.
It should now look like that.
Now, there are two approaches for the sparkles.
4a. If it’s 4am in the morning at your place (say: a small useless German town where a) everything has closed down hours ago, and b) no one cares about rad hair but the internet) and if all you wanted to do is post a stupid little selfie so your maybe 7 mutuals would give you their likes and probably a nice reblog with “i know cute people” in their tags, instead of, say, 12.000 people suddenly reblogging your picture: Use MS Paint. That’s what I did. It says so in the tags. You might say this isn’t magic, but a photo edited with MS Paint getting this many notes made me believe in magic again.
4b. If you actually want to blow people away in real life at Uni/a date/the party your crush will definitively be attending/your own room because you have every right to be fabulous at any time: Use glitter spray. Or hairspray and some real glitter (though you will never get rid of it and everything that you touch will from then on glitter forever; it’s a curse that you have to be ready to live with!). Or, and this I only recommend for photoshoot purposes because it’s both awesome and fragile: Use a toothbrush to spray white watercolour on your hair. It looks good no matter where the light comes from and rinses out perfectly afterwards. You might want to get a little help from that flatmate again with this one though.
BONUS: the space fairy looking dumb and not almighty whatsoever
So, you see, it’s actually pretty easy, so easy a person like me who has no idea whatsoever about anything fashion related (look at those sweaters, seriously) can do it. The colours wash out after a while (I must say they fade pretty nicely) and then you start all over again.
To all those people in the tags wondering if they could pull this off: Fuck yeah you can!!! Do it! Just try it! Start with one strand of hair first, look how it turns out, and then go wild! If you wanna be a space fairy, be one! If you wanna be a rainbow mohawk rebel leader, do it! And if you like that awesome brown long hair of yours, you have every right because damn, it’s super rad! The bottom line is: You alone decide what feels good for you. And if it’s space hair than go get that space hair!