“Now Don’t Be Crazy, Yes Now Of Course You Can Stay Here.” Vic Fuentes x Reader ₊‧꒰ა FLUFF } // Not Proofread !!
Rain poured down, thunder shattering the peaceful setting as you shivered. Your friend had gotten into a toxic relationship, your warnings cast aside and landing you kicked out. You were staying for a holiday out of your state, but now have nowhere to stay. Your mind raced almost as fast as your heart, you were scrolling through your phone searching like a lost puppy for anyone to call, to come and save you. Sadly, none of your family or friends lived outside of your home state, where you happened to be. Until, it struck you like the bolt of lightning that struck the ground in the distance. Vic, your best friend and secret crush, happened to be touring with his band in the state at the moment. Desperately, you dialled up his number, praying to all angels he would answer. “Hello?” a sleepy voice mumbled from the other side of the phone. “Vic! Oh my god I’m so sorry… My friend-” you broke down. “I was staying at my friends house in Melbourne, she kicked me out because of her boyfriend… are you in Melbourne?” you called. “Yeah, yeah, I am, where are you darling?” Butterflies filed your stomach as the name left his mouth. “U-Umm here’s my location! Thank you so much!” You sob as you send him your location. A brief period of time passes, you stare at the puddles on the floor, reflecting like stained glass. That illusion was soon ruined by the splash and screech of car breaks as Vic’s car pulled up. He had a coat and blanket with him for you. “Hey…” he called as he walked over and held you in a warm hug. “H-hi, are you sure I can stay with you?” you questioned the man. “Of course.” He answered sweetly. The drive to his hotel was short but comforting, like a small cup of coffee. When you arrived home, you briefly greeted his bandmates before drying off and changing into some of his clothes. “We’re going to bed.” Vic informed his bandmates Jaime, Tony and Loni. They all briefly nodded and continued watching the movie they were binging. In bed, Vic held you close to him, your head resting on his chest and your arms wrapped around him.
₊‧꒰ა Thank you for reading my angels !! this is my first fic<33
A/N ~ hi my angels<3 sorry it took so long for me to write this, i was super busy ! it took like 7 hours or smth D: please read pt 1 first, the story makes no sense without it !! ༉‧₊˚. 1.8k+ words :3
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Sunlight dances in through the window like watercolours bleeding down a canvas. Tony wakes up before you, gazing down to his chest where you were nuzzled in. Throughout the night, you had moved from his neck down to his chest. He found it adorable how your eyelashes fluttered as you dreamed. After a while, you slowly woke up, long hair tangled and fanned out behind you. “Good morning darling.” Tony brushes a large hand through your hair, a soft expression in his face. You blinked, trying to properly wake up, but ended up whimpering and nuzzling back into Tony’s neck. “Aww, poor thing, not a morning person?” he giggled, placing a protective hand on your back. You shook your head, earning a quiet giggle from him. “It’s okay, take your time sweetheart.” He smiled, you really didn’t want to get up, but you were really hungry. You attempted to keep that a secret until your stomach betrayed you, grumbling loudly. Tony noticed, offering to make you breakfast. You eagerly nodded, letting him help you out of bed and down the stairs into the kitchen.
You finish your breakfast, looking over to Tony, who was washing the dishes. “I never showed you around my… our, house… do you want to look around once I finish the dishes?” he asks. Overjoyed, you stammer out something close to a yes. He finishes up and begins walking over to you. He holds out a calloused hand for you to grab, in which you did. He felt your cold hand in his, giving him butterflies. He brushed it off as nothing even though he knew it wasn’t. He gives you a tour around the house, showing you all of the cool rooms. You notice a rack of guitars, you used to play guitar in your early teens, but stopped when depression won over you. “G-guitar?” you point, as if you were asking him about them. “Yeah, I play guitar in a band. The shirt you’re wearing, Pierce the Veil, that’s my band.” Your eyes widen, staring up at him in awe. You smile with delight, you don’t realise you were blushing until Tony asked if you were alright. You stammered out that you were fine. He wrapped up the house tour, sitting down on the couch before patting the space next to him, offering the space to you. You take it, sitting close enough to feel his body heat radiate onto you. His cheeks heat up, but he doesn’t pay much mind to it.
Weeks pass by, you’ve started to feel more comfortable and develop your sense of self back. You can form sentences now, you stutter, but can speak coherently. You gained a sense of style after Tony took you shopping for clothes, and you even went a couple hours without him beside you. They were long, anxiety inducing hours, but you didn’t freak out too much. When Tony returned home, he told you how proud he was of you. It felt warm, like home. One day, Tony received a text from Jaime, the bassist of his band. It read “hey dude, wna come ovr tn? lonie n vic 2?” You were sitting next to him on the couch, watching some shitty rock music channel on the tv when he got the text. You peered over his shoulder to read it before asking “Who’s Jaime?” Tony explained more about the band and his friends Vic, Jaime and Lonie. He offered for you to meet them, you considered for a long moment. “Are they nice? O-or will they hurt me?” you gazed at him with a soft look on your face. “They won’t hurt you, I wouldn’t ever let them.” He comforted you, the look on your face shifting from fear to excitement. “C-can I meet them?” you asked. Tony agreed and set up a meetup time for 8pm today. It was currently 7:30pm, so you rushed to you and Tony’s shared room to get dressed. You threw on your favourite outfit and styled your hair nicely. You returned to the couch downstairs where Tony sat, letting him know you were ready to leave.
Came time to go, you hopped into the passenger seat of Tony’s car. Arriving at Jaime’s house, you began to grow shy. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tony, resulting in him offering you his fingers to hold. As he knocked on the tall wooden door, you stepped behind him slightly. The door was answered by a shorter man with tanned skin and long brown hair. “Sup man, who’s behind you? Is it your girlfriend?” the man teased, causing Tony’s face to warm up. “Um- No… she’s just with me, dude I told you about her.” He says before glancing back at you, checking that you’re okay. Being called his girlfriend made you feel like screaming. You didn’t know why, it gave you a feeling you couldn’t describe. You look up at his blushing face, it made you feel a certain way you couldn’t put a finger on. “If you say so, come in man.” Tony makes sure his fingers remain inside the grip of in your hand. “Hey there, I’m Vic.” He says, continuing the path to the couch where the other band members sat. The three of you arrive at the couch where a man with spiked up black hair and a medium build sat, a darker skinned-bigger man with curly hair sat next to him. Vic takes a seat next to the man with the curly hair. They all introduce themselves to you, black spiked up hair is Jaime, short tanned man is Vic, and the bigger man was Lonie. You greet them, sitting way too close to Tony, you might as well be in his lap with how close you were sitting. Jaime leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “You sure she’s not your girlfriend?” he teases, resulting in you and Tony’s faces to heat up. “I’m sure man.” Tony says a bit too fast. You try to straighten up, making the mistake of looking up at Tony just to be met with him looking back at you. Your faces are inches away, you look away first. “Yeah right dude, no friends sit that close.” Lonie teases. Vic sighs, standing up slowly. “Does anyone want a drink? I got coke zero, lemonade and Fanta.” You’ve never been more grateful in your life for the word “coke zero” ever, but you were now. “I’ll have a c-coke zero please…” you mumble quietly. Vic nods and looks at Tony, making direct eye contact with him. “Hey Tony, why don’t you come pick a drink with me.” He smirks at Tony, who has started to pick at the skin on the tip of his fingers. The tall man follows Vic, leaving you alone with Jaime and Lonie.
“Not his girlfriend, hey?” Jaime asks, you felt as if it was an interrogation. “N-no… he just, uh… f-found me.” You stutter, worried on how this will go. “Found you?” Lonie echoed curiously. “F-found me.” Before you can explain, Vic returns, leaving Tony to pour the drinks. He heard the conversation from the kitchen after practically playing a game of twenty questions with Tony about you. “Hey, I’m back, what do you mean he found you?” Vic asks, staring into your eyes. You explain slowly, pain haunting your voice like ghouls in a haunted house. You watch their faces twist into pure sorrow as you briefly told your story. “I’m so sorry man.” Vic whispers, voice drifting off at the end. “It’s o-okay… I-I’m okay. D-do-don’t worry…” you try to assure him, but sound like you’re comforting yourself instead. You try not to cry; the room goes silent. Tony walks back in, having heard the situation from the kitchen. He walks over to you, Vic and Jaime exchanging knowing looks as he kneels in front of your knees. He asks you to hold your hands out for him, in which you do. He holds them in his, warm and protective. His thumbs brush your knuckles, Vic mouths “Yeah right, just friends” to Lonie. Once everything is settled, you stay for a few more coke zeros, talking about random shit, occasionally being distracted by the feeling of Tony’s warm fingers brushing your knee accidentally.
As you and Tony leave, the rest of the band notice Tony’s hand protectively on your waist as you enter the car, driving home. Weeks of tension pass, accidentally inching your face too close to his, his hand accidentally brushing your thigh while watching TV, and cuddling at night really added up. Until one day, you were standing in the back yard with him. It was late at night, the cold air biting into your skin with fangs of ice. The conversation was normal until Tony spoke up. “Hey… I’m really sorry, but can I tell you something?” he asked, dark eyes searching your face for fear. “Y-yeah... sure.” You mumble, stepping closer subconsciously. “I… agh, how do I say this.” He gazes at his feet, worry filling every inch of his being. You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He gasps at the contact, but sighs and relaxes his muscles. He bends down to rest his face on your temple. "Um… in the time we’ve spent together and stuff, since I found you… I think I’ve developed… romantic… feelings for you.” He trails of at the end, regretting displaying his feelings. The words hang heavy in the air like boulders threating to crush you. Your breath hitches, nuzzling your face into Tony’s chest. “I-I l-love y-you too… Tony.” You manage to stutter out. Your stutter had been better, but his confession caused you to be unable to speak. You felt his muscles relax as he sighed against your temple, lips brushing over it ever so slightly, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. “You mean it?” he asks shakily. “I do, I’ve wanted you for so long.” You admit, pulling back to meet his eyes. He sighs, eyes meeting yours, a sad smile displayed on his face. “Hey… can I kiss you?” Tony asked hesitantly. Your heart felt like a caged animal inside your ribcage, threatening to break out. “Please, I’ve been waiting for weeks.” You whisper, staring into his eyes. He bends down to your level, resting a hand on your cheek. Your lips connect, sending a dance of butterflies into your stomach, your legs go a little limp, Tony noticing this and placing a steadying hand on your hip. The first few kisses are soft and gentle before Tony rests a soft hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. The night drifts away in a long feat of unspoken feelings. Eventually, the two of you end up in your shared bed, cuddled up to each other as you both fall asleep.
The stained off-white walls of this abandoned mental hospital were all you knew for as long as you can remember, since that dreadful day. Sirens blared and patients screamed as the place was evacuated, you were left behind in your room because they didn’t care. You were originally referred to the mental hospital for being a danger to yourself with crippling depression. Now, your depression is worse, you haven’t spoke or had to use your voice since you were very young. You started another dreadful day of waking up and then curling up into a ball in the corner of your white room. But, today was different, you heard a door open. You brushed it off as a hallucination, since you had them sometimes. A tall man with long black hair and tons of tattoos walked in. You didn’t bother looking up, deciding it was a realistic hallucination until he kneeled in front of you. “Hey… are you alive?” he asked, voice gentle not to startle you. You slowly looked up at him, overgrown hair covering your face. “Hey… you poor thing. You look so small, how long have you been here?” he asked gently. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. “Here, let’s get this hair out of your face so I can see you.” He cooed before gently and slowly brushing the hair out of your face. He was met with dead eyes, eyebags underneath. The sad expression you held shattered his heart to look at. “Oh, poor darling. It’s okay, you’re safe now. My name’s Tony.” The kind man said, hesitantly reaching a hand up to pet your head. Your eyes searched his face for any intent of harming you, and you were met with none. “Y-you, hea-head… down.” You stuttered out, trying to get him to lower his head so you could reach to pet it. Not speaking for so long had caused you to lose your ability to form proper sentences. “Oh my god! Your voice is so cute.” Tony said as he lowered his head. You reached out a bony arm to pet his head back. His heart melted for you in that moment. He felt so bad for you, but also thought that you were the most adorable person he’s ever met. “Here… do you trust me? It’s okay if you don’t. I want to get you out of here, will you come with me?” he offered. You nodded, causing him to smile at you and take your small hand in his. He helped you stand up and walk out to his car.
“Do you know how long you were in there?” he repeated his earlier question. “S-ince I w-was… sevent-een. I-I’m t-twenty-five.” He stopped in his steps, astonished on how you survived. “Oh sweetheart! I’m so sorry, what the fuck happened?” he panicked a little bit. You explained slowly to him on the drive back to his house. He listened, holding back tears. He knew he was going to take care of you, he couldn’t let the rest of your life be that shit. As you arrived home, Tony helped you out of the car. “Hey sweetheart, I’m gonna draw a bath for you, if you need help, I’m here for you.” Tony gently offered to you as you stepped in through the front door. You nod your head yes for help in which he leads the way upstairs. You watch from the doorway as he grabs a sweet-scented soap and pours it into the warm running bath. “We need to wait for it to fill up ok? Wanna pick out an old shirt of mine to wear in the meantime?” he offers. “Y-yeah…” you whisper to him. He smiles and beckons for you to follow him into his room. He opens a closet filled with shirts, you study all of their designs. Eventually, you settle on a shirt that says “Pierce the Veil” on it. “P-please” you stutter, pointing to the grey shirt. “Sure. Good choice.” Tony smiles and grabs the shirt down for you. “Sorry, I’m going to have to order you some umm… basics... for you, since I don’t have any.” He stammered in an awkward yet comforting way. You nod and smile up at him, you were fine to wear his shirt as a dress for now, since you were very short compared to him. “Oh, the bath is finished.” Tony tells you, offering you his hand to take as he leads you into the bathroom.
“Sorry, I’m just double checking if you want help?” he reconfirms. “Y-yes, i-t’s ok.” You smile at him. “I’ll turn around while you get undressed to give you as much privacy as I can, okay?” He says, trying to show as much respect as he possibly can. You step into the bubbly water, already feeling worlds better. “Y-y’can turn a-around now.” You call out to him. He turns around, slowly walking over and kneeling beside the bath. He patiently waits for you, his comforting presence settling you. “T-ton-y?” you stutter, attempting to pronounce his name. He smiles at you, overjoyed that you just said his name. “Yes, my angel?” he answers, the name making you feel warm inside. “C-can you h-elp me please? I d-dunno what I’m d-doing.” You stutter. You’re met with a warm smile as he picks up a nearby loofah and begins slowly scrubbing your back with it. He helps you wash off the rest of your body, making sure to not directly touch anywhere embarrassing. “T-thank you, T-ony.” You thanked him, looking into his eyes, he was relieved to see you look slightly less dead. “Do you want me to help wash your hair?” he offers, his large hand holding yours. You smile and nod happily, excited to finally have your hair washed properly. He helps you wash your hair, calloused hands gently massaging your scalp. It felt like heaven, you melted into his touch, causing him to giggle quietly at your how cute you were.
He finished washing your hair, careful not to get any soap in your eyes. He handed you a towel and helped you dry off before letting you get changed into his shirt. “Do you feel better, darling?” he asked, smiling down at you while admiring how cute you looked in his shirt. You nod and point to the blow-dryer sitting on the sink. “Please… help?” you look at him, his face was soft and eager to help. He reaches for the blow-dryer, warning you that it was loud before turning it on. He finishes drying your hair, stopping to admire how beautiful you actually were. You had amazing features, they were just outshined by your faded state. “Are you hungry? I can make you some food, I have pasta in my cupboard.” He offered to you. He watches your face light up as he mentions finally eating. “S-starving… please… make food?” you ask him, hesitating slightly in an attempt to be polite. He smiles and nods, bending down to brush a hair out of you face. “Okay, come with me!” he smiles as he leads you to his kitchen where he begins cooking pasta. He finishes the dish, serving it up in front of you, also putting a small portion for himself aside. Tony pulls out the chair next to yours and begins eating with you. You scoff down your generous serving of pasta and skull your water that Tony gave you. He was making sure that you were hydrated and fed. Eventually, the two of you finished eating, Tony took the dishes to the sink and began washing them. “Sorry sweetheart, I have to wash these dishes. You’re welcome to stay and talk with me though.” He offered, you smiled and climbed up onto the countertop next to the sink to talk with him.
You had trouble talking, but you enjoyed trying to. Tony was always patient with you, letting you finish your sentence before he spoke. He kindly listened as you explained everything you had been through, you started to break down. His heart broke seeing you this upset, he wished he had come sooner to help you. Tony was originally out walking when he saw the abandoned place and wanted to explore it, before stumbling across you. He slowly came closer to you before offering you a hug, which you took after jumping down from the counter. “Shh, it’s okay. They won’t hurt you here, I’ve got you.” He lulled to you as you buried your face in his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. Around half an hour passed of him holding and comforting you, eventually you stopped crying. A yawn escaped your lips, signifying to him how tired you were. “Aww, are you tired darling? We can go to bed now if you’d like.” Tony gently spoke. You took the offer, nodding and gently grabbing his fingers.
He led you up to his bedroom and to his big fluffy bed. This is the first real bed you’d seen in years. You were sleeping either on the floor or on a hospital bed for the past eight years. “Are you comfortable sleeping in my bed with me?” Tony asked, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. You nod fast and excitedly, you were ecstatic to be finally sleeping in a real bed, with company! You climbed into bed next to him, his large body radiating warmth to you. He felt you shift closer and grip the corner of his shirt. “Hey, what’s wrong my angel?” he questioned, concerned about you. “N-nothing… is it okay if I-I’m c-close t-to you?” you stutter out anxiously. “Of course, get comfortable sweetheart.” Tony states before gasping slightly at the feeling of you gently nuzzling into his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and waist, double checking you weren’t uncomfortable. “T-thanks… T-Tony.” You mumble against his chest, making his cheeks lightly dust over a light pink colour. “You’re welcome darling, goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” he says before petting your head. “Goodnight T-ony…” you sleepily smile up at him, cheeks flushed, before burying your face into his neck. You fall asleep in his arms, feeling safe and comforted, followed not long after by him.
“Falling Asleep on a Stranger” A Tony Perry x Reader fic ˚₊
‧꒰ა { FLUFF } ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝄞𝅄 Mostly Proofread ˚₊♡
꒰ঌ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა໒
2:12am, the lights above you buzzed as you sat in the empty service station. Warm summer breeze blew in through the window, buzzing like fireflies dancing to a never-ending song. Your thought process was soon interrupted by the sound of boots on the tile floor, approaching you. You turn around to see a tall man, he was around 180 centimeters tall. His black hair was long, his ear lobes pierced and stretched. “Hey.” He slightly smiled at you, trying to sound gentle. “Hey.” You mirrored back, a little hesitant. “Are you here alone? You look lonely and I was wondering if you um… wanted company?” he lightly shied away. “Yeah I am, you’re welcome to sit with me.” You smiled at him, he was so cute. He thanked you and pulled out the seat next to you. “What’s your name? Mine’s Tony.” He asked. You answered him and were met with a small yet sincere smile. “That’s a cute name, sorry if this is sudden, but are you single?” he questioned, patiently awaiting an answer. “Yeah, I am.” You blushed, shifting a little bit closer to him. He smiles at your answer, following in your act of inching closer. Until, your shoulders accidentally brush, sending a spike of heat straight through your whole body. You felt your face go red, Tony noticed. “Aww, why are you blushing?” he flirted. “Um- uh, no reason! It’s just hot, being… summer! You know?” you stutter at him. He doesn’t say anything, he just giggles and takes a sip of his drink. Suddenly, you feel a muscular arm hesitate before snaking around your waist. Slow enough that you could pull away if you were opposed to it, but you weren’t. Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, which you wouldn’t have done with some cute rando if your brain wasn’t fried, it was nearly 3am after all. Tony caught you dozing off, you were exhausted. Instead of waking you, he let you continue resting on his shoulder and waited patiently for you to wake up. He whispers something along the lines of “It’s okay, you’re safe.” But you didn’t hear it, that didn’t matter though, you’re with him now. ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
˚₊‧꒰ა thank you for reading my angels !! focus is really bad today, so if there's grammar mistakes i'm sorry !!! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
could you maybe write some sort of fluff with Tony Perry or maybe Illi Mcmillin where you're dating already and just build a fort for a sleepover and finish the night watching star wars? maybe some light making out but if you're not comfortable, I'm cool without it!
“Star Wars….. and More”
A Tony Perry x Reader fic˚₊‧
꒰ა { MOSTLY FLUFF } ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Proofread…ish ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
hai my anglz.... soz dis took a mnth js 2 b shrt n sht...... soz !!!!!!! im sooooo tired tryna write dis 0_o enjoy ! thnk yew 4 the req :>
tagging @archanglesz in every tony fic as requested lol
WARNINGS: light making out, kinda suggestive but not really !!!!!!!!!!
The moon hung high, shining like a pure diamond in the sky. Inside your shared house, you and Tony worked hard to build a fort. “Sweetheart, we need another blanket… you mind getting one from the bed while I hold this up?” his sweet voice rang out like a love song. You nod to him, rising to grab a blanket. By the time you returned from grabbing a blanket, you’re met with the sound of a six-foot man getting stuck in a pillow fort. “Tony, love. What are you doing?” You sigh like a disappointed mother. “So… the pillows fell, and I may have gotten my knees stuck in a blanket.” He sighed, embarrassed. You tried your best… but it was pretty hard not to laugh. You burst out laughing, I mean… who wouldn’t? You padded over, your fluffy socks feeling like a cloud as you walk. You kneel beside him and begin untangling the blanket. Your fingers were calloused from when he tried to teach you guitar, he felt them accidentally brushing against his lower thigh. A small sound escaped his lips, not noticeable enough to be questioned though. You continued building the fort after untangling him, working together to drape lights and blankets. You completed your fort and settled in, head resting on Tony’s shoulder, his arm around your waist. Tony had put Star Wars on in the background, the sound of Lightsabers slashing rang out quietly. His lips brushed your temple gently, you buried your face deeper in his neck lovingly. His hand creeped from your back to the back of your head, massaging. You look up at him, eyes giving him that one look that’s indescribable in words. He cups your cheek and your lips connect. The night danced away like your tongues together in a loving act. Tony’s hand stayed protectively on the back of your head the whole time, like a shield on a warrior’s arm. Your lips disconnected after a long night, it felt like you had just fallen from the heavens because of how surreal it had felt. After all, it was you and Tony’s first time making out, and you enjoyed every second of it.
