so he's a serial killer who has fallen in love with me after he kidnapped me but he won't tell me about his dark and tragic past so he turned to drugs and he physically abuses me but it's okay bc we sleep together like every other chapter
*inserts an OC into the canon universe*
my name is [insert author's first name here] Payne/Purdy/Quinn/Fuentes/Barakat/Irwin/ect. and my parents hate me so they're making my brother take me on tour with him and his band and I fell in love with his bandmate who helped me conquer my depression and now I'm pregnant with his baby and my brother wants to kill us both
literally the most well-written stories you'll ever have the privilege to read. better than most classic literature. you've read published novels that weren't this beautiful. you feel like a better person after having read this story.
stories that tried and came close but weren't good enough for AO3
A/N: I’m honestly having hardcore fall vibes right now and it’s making me sooo happy. So I wrote a fluffy/cheesy Vic imagine and I’m loving it. This man will be the death of me. Anyways, as promised here’s an imagine this weekend. Love y'all!
A chilly breeze rustled my curtains as the morning light streamed through and into my half closed eyes. I wrapped my blanket tighter around my body but continued to shiver. Why had I opened the window last night in the first place? Probably because the cool wind had felt amazing mixed with the warmth of my room. The weather had been chilly and cloudy these past few weeks, which felt perfect last night when I was cuddled under my blankets. When I woke up sprawled out the breeze nipped at any exposed skin, which didn’t feel as good as it did last night.
The clock said that it was only ten. Not too late, but I still wanted sleep. My eyes had just closed and I was almost totally back in a peaceful sleep when my door busted open. “Ride and shine, gorgeous!” Vic sang in an overly excited voice. I let out a dramatic sigh as he began picking up things around my room and straightened it.
“Why is everything so messy, [Y/N]?”
“Why are you here, Vic? I’m tired,” I mumbled peeking at him through my blanket and half open eyelids. I smiled when he shivered and closed my window. He should be cold waking me up at this time. When he pulled the curtains back I could also see that the day was bright, but cloudy with a slight wind that rustled and shook brightly colored leaves off of their branches.
“Don’t be so mean. We made plans. Actually, I made plans for us. Come on! You need to get up,” he said excitedly. Vic started digging through my drawers and throwing a sweater and a pair of jeans at me. “Get dressed, do your makeup, whatever. We gotta go.”
He sounded urgent. Just to piss him off I curled up deeper under my blankets. “[Y/N]!” Vic yanked my protection from the chill in my room from me.
“I’m up!” I whined rubbing my bare shoulders. Note to self: stop sleeping in tank tops. Vic laughed as I hurriedly put the [F/C] sweater he had thrown at me on. Still sitting in bed, I pulled off my pajama pants and shimmied into my jeans. “I can dress myself you know. I’m just putting this on now because I’m freezing.” That was a lie. This was my favorite sweater.
“I know. Let’s just go,” Vic whined pulling my go-to shoes out of the closet and setting them out for me. I laughed at his disappointed look when I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my makeup.
Vic let out a frustrated groan and flopped face first into my pillows. Truth be told, I felt kind of sorry for him. I did my makeup as quick as I could with it still looking good and picked out a beanie and scarf to complete my outfit. By the time I was done getting ready, Vic had fallen asleep and was snoring softly.
A sly smile came across my lips as an idea popped into my head. “Wake the fuck up!” I yelled jumping on top of his sleeping form. Vic jumped up, ruining my landing and causing me to fall off the bed onto the cold floor.
“Oww,” I whined rubbing my sore butt. Vic laughed so hard he rolled off the bed on top of me. “Owwww.”
“That’s payback for taking so long,” he smiled pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “Ready to go now?”
I returned the kiss, but pushed him off of me, jumped up, and bolted towards the door. “Race you!”
Vic sped after me as I maneuvered through my apartment and out to his car. I beat him by a millisecond, yet still managed to get buckled after him. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” I questioned turning up my heater. Vic just smiled and turned the radio up to an obnoxiously loud volume.
I sighed at his secretive act and stared out the window. He drove us down winding streets lined with colorful trees for awhile before pulling into a small coffee shop I’d never been to before. “Mike told me about this place last week. He said that Alysha had said something about so he brought her here and it has the best coffee on the west coast,” Vic said as he shut off the car.
We walked inside and my nose was immediately flooded with the scent of different coffee flavors and baked goods. The air was warm and the sound of soft music and whispers made the atmosphere peaceful. “This is so perfect,” I whispered not wanting to disrupt the calmness inside.
“It is,” Vic replied softly taking my hand in his. “Find us a seat. I know the perfect drink for you.” I giggled as his sweetness. I was so lucky to have him to call mine.
I chose a table for two next to the window in the corner of the café. It had a pretty view of the outside where we could watch the wind play tug of war with the trees’ leaves. Vic returned a few minutes later holding two cups with steam escaping through their holes and two small plates with sugary muffins resting on top of them. He handed me a cup and plate as he took the seat across from me. “Thank you,” I smiled at him sweetly.
I took a sip of my caffeinated drink and I swear to God I was drinking liquid heaven. “This is amazing,” I gushed.
“They actually call it a heaven,” Vic told me.
“It’s named appropriately.”
The two of us sat there in a peaceful silence before I decided to break it. “I’m honestly really happy you got me out of bed,” I told him. “Chilling with you is my favorite thing to do.”
“Mine too,” Vic whispered leaning across the table and kissing me.