vics arms

top 10  best things in this world

1 - vic fuentes’s arms

2 - victor vincent fuentes when he wears short sleeves

3 - pierce the veil’s singers (vic fuentes)’s arms

4 - vic fuentes when he wears tank tops

5 - vic fuentes (lead singer of pierce the veil)’s biceps

6 - mike fuentes’s brother showing off his arms

7 - vic fuentes flexing his arms

8 - vic fuentes playing guitar

9 - victor fuentes showing off his arms

10 - vic fuentes’s arms

Title: You’re still my favorite ‘what-if’

“You don’t have to go,” Vic says, lip trembling.

Robert sighs, “Vic, we’ve been through this.” He walks over to the back of the car, placing the last box into the boot. He knows she’s hurting, the last time he’d left the village he hadn’t come back for eleven years; he knows it wasn’t fair to her. But this isn’t him running away, it isn’t. It’s him needing to move on, and there’s a difference. There is. When he’d left the first time, the village seemed like some dark shadow that followed him around, like a perceptual rain cloud. Coming back had been terrifying, no matter the façade he’d put up for everyone else.

“I know we have, but I don’t understand why you can’t move on here. With your family.

“I can’t,” Robert says, shutting the boot door. “Seeing him every day, no matter how happy I am that’s he’s doing better. It’s killing me. –I can’t walk passed The Mill, without thinking about what I could have had. I can’t do it.”

Vic folds her arms across her chest, chewing on her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to go.”

Robert smiles, walking over to her, placing an arm around her shoulder. “It’s not forever,” He promises. He gives her a tight squeezing, knowing that even if it’s for the best, his breaking his sister’s heart.

“And hey, you can come and visit it whenever ya like. We can go to all those trendy restaurants, and you can nick their ideas.”

She laughs, eyes watering. She gently slips her hand into Robert’s intertwining their fingers together.

“You better pick up the phone every time I call.  And you better come home for Christmas, and the re-opening of my new food truck.”

Robert nods, “nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He looks down at his watch, if he wants to make it to London before dark, he needs to leave, it’s now, or never.

“Vic,” he says softly.

She pulls away, hand still gripping him tightly “I hope you find what you’re looking for Rob.“

He hopes so too.

“Thanks, Vic, I love ya.”

She sniffles, using the end of her sleeve to whip her eyes “I love you too.”

Robert takes a deep breath, steels himself and gets into the car. He starts the ignition and pulls out of the driveway, giving Victoria one last glance in the rear view mirror before pressing down on the gas.

The windows are rolled down, it’s hot, and usually, he’d have the A/C on, but right now his enjoying the fresh country air wafting through the windows. He won’t have that pleasure for a while.

He drives by the gates of The Mill. Slows down slightly just enough to make out Aaron and Liv getting out of Aaron’s car. They’re bickering, so nothing new. Liv’s stomping her feet, angrily shoving the key into the front door. Aaron’s probably trying to reason with her, always patient when it comes to her.

Robert smiles, at peace in a way he hasn’t been in a long time. Things hadn’t turned out the way he’d thought they would, but Robert has to believe things happen for a reason, he has too. Because if he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure he’d have gotten through the last few months.

Losing Aaron.

Finding out the baby wasn’t his.

It had been an unforgiving few months, but he’d made it through. He’d weathered the storm and was still standing on the other side.

He speeds up, wondering if Aaron had seen his car drive by. Wonders if Aaron ever thinks about him. Robert’s sure he knows, knows that Robert’s leaving. He hadn’t come to say goodbye and perhaps it was better this way.

No matter what though, Aaron’s still he’s favourite ‘what-if.’

With that thought in mind, he smiles. Pressing down on the gas, and driving out of the village.  


Prompt: I was wondering if you could write a Question X reader where the reader is a personal investigator where she bumps into Question who’s working on the same case

Requested by: ANON

AN: Short and cute.

Fandom: DC

    “Fancy meeting you here.”

    He doesn’t even look up from his phone, “Considering the fact that you’ve been following me for three days, I wouldn’t really chalk this up to coincidence.”

    You shrug, “We’re following the same guy. Following a guy without a face is easier than following a one in a million mobster.”

He shrugs, “Just don’t get in my way.”

Your eyes slide to him, “You’re the one who tripped last time.”

His head swivels towards you, “You’re the one who tripped me!”

You smile, and stand up from your chair before walking over to him. Slowly, you lean over him, caging him in with your arms. “Now Vic, don’t pretend like you don’t enjoy my company.”

“You’re the devil, and one of these days I’ll prove it.”

Smiling, you lean down and kiss him, long and slow. When you pull back you smile,

“Thanks for the help Question, but I have a bad guy to nab.”  

    You hear the metal tug as he tries to stand. And you’re certain that under that mask his face is red with anger. But you can only grin. After all, how often does a girl get to handcuff a detective to a chair?

a different language
robert/aaron, vic, andy, chas, diane, andy

GENRE:    fluff, deaf!character
WORDS:    6,975
SUMMARY:  “He can’t hear you,” Vic says, touching Aaron’s arm. 
Aaron frowns. “What?”
“Robert,” she says, gesturing at the blond standing by
the bar. "He’s deaf, and he doesn’t wear his hearing aid.”

for the anon who wanted “he can’t hear you” instead of “can you hear me”,

Aaron rubs at his forehead with his thumb. “You can help out here if you like.”

Robert blinks, frowning. “Are you being serious?”

“I’d have to talk to Adam,” Aaron says. Adam’s likely to kick off about it, but Aaron doesn’t particularly care. Work is picking up, and if they don’t hire someone soon, they’re going to have to start turning work away. Aaron’s not inclined to do that, not if they actually want this to work.

“I’m deaf,” Robert says, looking at Aaron like he’s grown a second head.

“You saying you can’t do the job?” Aaron says. He doesn’t know why he’s framing it as a challenge, only that something about Robert makes him say it.

Robert looks amused, but he sobers quickly. “I’m serious.”

“Look,” Aaron says, frustrated. “I’m just offering, if you don’t want to take it-” he cuts off at the look on Robert’s face, intense concentration, and Aaron realises he’s talking too quickly. He sighs, rubs at his forehead again, but talks slower. “Sorry. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t think we could work something out. I haven’t forgotten you’re deaf.”

“Okay,” Robert says. He looks awkward, eyes flicking from the Portacabin then back to Aaron. “Speak to Vic.”

Aaron nods, because if there’s one person who’ll be able to help here, it’s Vic. “Alright.”

Robert hesitates, then signs <thank you>.

“You’re welcome.” Aaron says.

a different language

anonymous asked:

15. “I swear to God if you don’t dance with me I will break up with you.”

(also for my love @robertisbisexual  and another anon who requested this, i hope it’s okay! 💞)

Theres a loud thumping drilling into the side of Aaron’s head. He feels sticky, hands clammy and the air is humid; made worse by the swell of people pushing around him, crushing into one another as he tries to squeeze through the small gaps in the crowd. He can feel the beer in his left hand dripping over the glass, splashing onto his fingers as he keeps hold of their drinks.

They’ve come to London for the weekend: Aaron, Robert, Vic and Adam, Vic’s idea. They don’t spend enough time together, especially not as a whole group, one of them always too busy to make time to meet in the pub, or go into Hotten. It had been planned for months, three days in the capital full of shopping in places Aaron knew they couldn’t afford, pulling Robert away from the entrance of Harrods, cheap drinks and more laughs than Aaron ever remembered having, his stomach still in pain as he remembers Adam almost fainting at the top of the London Eye.

Vic and Robert are on the dance floor, Robert’s hands wrapped tight around Vic’s arms as they move, his shoulders jerking out of sync with the music. Aaron glances over to the pair as he places down their drinks and laughs, Adam howling as he films the siblings. Robert’s drunk enough that he won’t remember this until Adam shows him the video, nursing his hangover over a cheap full English in the hotel the next morning.  

“You do realise, he’s going to kill you for filming that?”  Adam’s still chortling as he puts down his phone and grabs his pint, a layer of foam forming at his top lip.

“Yeah, but it’s worth it. He still won’t delete that video he took of me dancing at the scrapyard, think of this as payback, my friend.” Theres a glint in his eyes that makes Aaron roll his, the silly feud between his husband and best friend never ending. Vic had to stage an intervention, when Robert had let himself in at theirs, swapping Adam’s protein shake with a special ‘mixture’ of his own, Robert still swears he didn’t know Vic had joined in on his programme, nor did he mean for her to miss out on several days of work.

“He’s just going to carry on messing with you, ya know. I can’t always stop him from acting like a prat.” Aaron had received the full force of Vic’s anger, what with Robert being at meetings in Leeds when she had recovered, it’s not his fault he married an idiot.

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Will You Be My Fake Boyfriend? (Vic Fuentes - Pierce The Veil)

Word Count: 1,661


Some guy had been following you for a few blocks now and you were starting to get a little creeped out. In front of you stood four guys laughing and joking with each other then you got an idea to throw the creep off you. Three of the guys headed into a restaurant the while one wearing a black beanie scrolled through his mobile. You approach him and tap him cautiously on the shoulder; he turns to face you with a confused look on your face.

‘Can I help you?’

You nod your head quickly.

‘Play along.’

You attach your lips to his and feel his body stiffen then relax after a couple of seconds. You pull back and he smiles.

‘Now I don’t mind a pretty girl coming up and kissing me on the street but I’d like to know why.’

You motion over your shoulder to where the creepy guy leans against a nearby lamppost.

‘That guy has been following me for a few blocks. He keeps wolf whistling and saying inappropriate things and it’s scaring me. I tried to tell him I was meeting my boyfriend but he didn’t believe me, then I saw you and your friends and thought maybe you could fake be my boyfriend until he leaves me alone.’

The guy follows your motion and his lips turn into a scowl before he looks back at you and takes your hand in his and squeezes it. You feel safe around this guy despite not even knowing his name.

‘I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had…err…

‘y/n, my name is y/n.’

He smirks before kissing you again taking you by surprise, though it was a nice surprise.

‘I’m Vic. Now how about you join me and my band mates for a bite to eat?’

You shake your head and bite the inside of your mouth.

‘I couldn’t intrude Vic.’

He scoffs and waves you off before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

‘Please what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take my girl out? Come on they don’t bite.’

Before you can protest Vic opens the restaurant door and the two of you enter. The place is relatively empty and you feel three sets of eyes on you from a nearby booth and you tense up.

‘Relax y/n.’

‘Who’s the lovely lady we saw you lock lips with outside Vic?’

You don’t know any of their names so you have no clue who asked the question. Vic slides into the booth and I you follow him.

‘This is y/n. Now y/n the idiot opposite us with the funny hair is Jaime, sitting next to him is Tony but we all call him turtle and this is Mike my brother.’

All the guys mutter a hello before they turn their attention to Vic. You drown out their twenty questions and scan the restaurant and nearly curse seeing the creepy guy sitting at the bar ordering a drink. He really couldn’t take no for an answer.

‘Err Vic I think we have a problem. Look who’s sitting at the bar.’

You tug on Vic’s sleeve and point at the bar, something flashes behind Vic’s eyes and both you and Mike have to stop him from getting up.

‘Woah chill Vic. Who’s the guy?’

Vic clenched his fist on the table before facing his brother.

‘That’s the creep who’s been stalking y/n.’

‘He really is dedicated. Normally they’d give up by now and find someone else. Do you know him y/n?’

You shake your head at Jaime’s question.

‘No, I haven’t really been here long enough to know anyone. I’m visiting an old friend who moved out here after college.’

‘Wait a second y/n. You told him you were meeting your boyfriend right?’

You nod at Tony confused at where he was going.

‘Yeah why?’

Tony shrugs his shoulders.

‘You and Vic aren’t exactly coming across as boyfriend and girlfriend material. Anyone from a mile off could see that there’s something fake going on between you. Maybe if you made your ‘fake’ relationship look more real the guy would take a hint.’

You and Vic look at each other when Jaime snaps his fingers together.

‘Vic put your arm back around her shoulder and y/n get closer to Vic…’

‘Maybe rest your head on his shoulder…’

‘Are you guys enjoying this?’

Mike, Jaime and Tony all nod their heads in sync grinning like mad men at Vic’s question.

‘I’ve always wanted to tell my big brother how to act around girls, plus this just made our night ten times more fun.’

Mike reached over and pinched Vic’s cheek which got him a playful slap back. The two of you do as they say and in the corner of your eye you notice the creep looking uncomfortable. Was this plan really working?

‘Whisper things in her ear Vic and y/n smile and laugh as if he’s said something funny, which is rare may I just add.’

Vic shot Tony the middle finger who raised his hands in mock surrender.


The guys continued giving y/n and I advice on how to actually look like a couple and I found myself becoming more and more relaxed around this girl I hardly knew. I didn’t want to imagine what would have happened to her if she hadn’t seen us, what would that creep have done to her? Just the mere thought of anyone laying a finger on her made my blood boil.

‘Err hello earth to Vic…your staring went from lovely to darn right creepy.’

y/n snapped her fingers in front of my face and I shook my head not realising that I’d zoned out. y/n high-fived Mike across the table and I felt my cheeks redden, how long had I been staring at her?

We ordered food and drinks and as the night went on if anyone saw y/n and I then they’d assume we were a couple. She laughed at my dumb jokes and we learnt a lot about each other. It was also nice to see the guys warming up to her, after my last girlfriend they weren’t happy to see me around girls in case they used me again. But they all seemed pretty taken with y/n.

‘Guys I think he finally took the hint.’

Both y/n and I glance over at the bar and notice the creepy guy leaving; a wave of relief washes over y/n’s face as the rest of the guys high-five each other. I should have been happy but I knew this would be the end of us, yes y/n wanted a fake boyfriend and now the creep was gone why would she need me around. I really wanted to see her again after tonight but once she walked out of that door she’d be out of my life.

‘Shoot it’s my friend I really should take this, I messaged her earlier and she didn’t respond and now she’s freaking out.’

y/n removes herself from my arm and heads outside to answer her phone.

‘I never thought I’d say this so soon Vic but y/n is alright. She seems genuine and I don’t think any of us have seen you this happy since the breakup.’

Mike slaps me on the back and Tony and Jaime nod in agreement.

‘Plus we like her which must be a good sign.’

‘What are you going to do now Vic? I mean the creep has gone so there’s no need to continue your ‘fake’ relationship anymore. Unless you like her.’

Why did Tony have to be the voice of reason? I’d known y/n less than three hours but I knew there was a connection between us and from her blushing and little gestures I knew y/n saw and felt the connection to.

‘What do I do guys?’

‘Go out there and kiss her, then tell her that you like her and ask her out on a real date.’

Jaime was right; I couldn’t just let y/n walk out of my life for good. I decided to take his advice and slid out of the booth. Behind me I heard Mike speak to Jaime.

‘You spurt out that romantic crap and yet you can’t get yourself a chic.’

I grinned as I made my way towards the door. When I pushed it open y/n was just finishing her phone call.

‘Oh hi Vic, I was just going to come back in and say thank you for everything. My best friend wants me back because she’s freaking out. It was nice meeting you and the rest of the guys; I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in a long time. Thank you for being the best fake boyfriend Vic…’

I cut her off midsentence by crashing my lips against hers, she jolted slightly before relaxing into the kiss. I now knew the feelings were mutual.

‘What was that for Vic?’

I shuffled on the spot before locking eyes with her.

‘I don’t want to just be your fake boyfriend y/n. I’m not going to ask you to be my real girlfriend right now, but I’d like to take you on a real date because I like you and think there’s a connection between us.’

y/n blushed madly before smiling.

‘I’m so glad you just said that Vic. I didn’t want to say anything in case I misread the signs. I’d love to go on a real date with you, but now I have to get home.’

‘Let me walk you back, the guys can pick me up from your friends address. I don’t want you walking alone especially if that creep is lurking somewhere.’

y/n wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pecked me on the lips before pulling back.

‘Thank you Vic. I’m so glad I forced myself on you and made you be my fake boyfriend.’

I couldn’t help but laugh; this would be a story to tell the children one day.