Reader's pov

Sticking a Stab wound is way harder when you're doing it one handed and behind your back. And it fucking hurts! Maybe I should put some rubbing alcohol on it. "Ow! Fucking Cunt Shit Fuck! That was a mistake!" I give up! I can't even see what I'm doing. Taking a little scissor I cut what threat was attached to my body and pull it out. I've been slashed, but stabbed, stabbed is causing more problems. With a defeated sigh I put my shirt back on. Wonder if they got anything to drink in this house? Glancing over at the rubbing alcohol I stare for a solid minute longer than I should. Nah, that's not an intrusive thought we need to follow. I shake my head to a different thought and walk out of the bathroom. It's like really quiet. Hmm. No one better be dead that wasn't dead already. A sharp pain grows in my shoulder, knocking me out of my brain. "Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck." I groan holding back tears. "Nap, need a nap. Life hurts, dreams nice." I mutter to myself as I walk into my room. Grabbing a couple pillows I situate them so that I can lay on my stomach comfortably, no ouchy boob squish.

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3rd person pov

Silence ran through the house. Vincent out of an emotion overload wouldn't say anything to either of their brothers. While Lester couldn't even look in Bo's direction. He had started to feel proud of his brother for the first time in years. He had seen how (y/n)'s presense had been effecting Bo, Lester even thought his big brother could work through some of his issues. But Bo, who was contemplating what to do, seemed to be stuck. But the three all shared a similar emotion. Shame. None of them knew what to say or do to get (y/n) to talk to them. The only time they all had heard (y/n) say anything was a pained groan and then their bedroom door slamming. Vincent looked out the kitchen window. Clouds were turning dark as a slight breeze started up outside. 'They like storms.' Vincent thought to themself. Looking up at the ceiling he sighed. 'I'm sorry my love.'. As Vincent mentally apologized they thought back on what (y/n) had said. 'I would kiss you if you wanted me to.' Was (y/n) telling the truth? Would they actually kiss them if they wanted? 'Nows not the time to think of that. We hurt them. Just cause we couldn't cope with the fact that they kissed Bo first. They through teeth at him to get him to stop insulting me. They wouldn't have done that unless they cared. They said they cared about us.' Behind the mask was an internal struggle. But then, an idea.

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Reader's pov

Opening my eyes to the sound of soft knocking I looked around. "Hmm?" The knocking continued with no voice coming after it. Vincent. "Vincent, I'm tired. Please just leave me be." I groan. The knocking stopped for a moment but then the squeaking of my door nob turning started up. "Vincent, I asked you to leave me alone." I say while sitting up. I hold my shoulder as I watch the door creak open. "You really don't hear the words 'leave me alone' do you?" I sigh propping myself up on the headboard. Quietly the tall masked man walked in. A white box in his hands. "Stiches." He mumbled. Turning the box they showed me how it was the first aid kit I had left in the bathroom. "I took care of it." I go to shrug but feel the familiar sting of an open wound. "Please, let me help you." Vincent's voice was caring, soft. I felt safe. "If I do will you leave me alone?" "As you wish." He replies. What is this the princess bride?

"Fine." I sigh and turn my back to them. I reach to take off my shirt but feel Vincent's hands stop me. "Don't strain yourself." They tell me. My face heated up into a blush. I wasn't really used to people taking care of me like this. I decide to let my guard down enough to allow Vincent to take my top off. Gently they rolled the top up and over my head. The cold air hit my bare skin. I hadn't had my bra on since the strap was irritating my wound. "Sorry. Would you like me to put on a." "No need." Vincent cut me off. "Unless it would make you more comfortable." He finished as he got ready to stich me up. He really is kind. Or my bar is just on the ground. "I'll be fine." A soft smile forms as I feel Vincent stich me up. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. But Vincent's probably done this before. His hands are so soft.

Pulling the thread on the last stich Vincent ties it off. I can feel one of their hands gently moving up and down my spine. "You are so beautiful." They whisper under their breath. I turn my head slightly and smile. "OH hush." I chuckle softly. Vincent nods but takes off their mask. "As you wish." My breath catches in my throat as I feel Vincent's lips on my stitches. Softly they plant gentle kisses on my back. Fuck. "Vincent?" I hesitated, didn't think they'd be so forward. "Yes?" He replies before planting another sweet kiss on my shoulder. "Never mind." I smile softly. "(Y/n)?" Vincent asks after kissing my neck. "Yes, Vincent?" I whisper. "I want to kiss you." He whispers into my ear. "What's stopping you?" I ask turning around. "I want you to want to kiss me too." They explain once I could see their face. How is one person allowed to be so beautiful? "Vincent?" "Yes?" "Will you please kiss me?" A flash of joy and relief flashed over Vincent's face before he responded. "Yes." Softly they raised their hand to my face.

My breath hitched as Vincent leaned in. Our faces a centimeter apart. Reaching my hand up I softly caress his cheek with my thumb. I'm not sure if it was Vincent or I that closed the gap between, but damn their lips were soft. It started off soft, both of us slightly shy, but as the kiss seemed to deepen I could feel Vincent lean me back onto the bed. His hands softly tracing up my body. Pulling away Vincent looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I love you." He muttered before kissing my neck sweetly.

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I shot up at the sound of knocking. "Uuuhhhg!" I groaned and held my shoulder. "Can I come in?" Vincent asked through the door.