Your Grape | Vincent x Reader

I'm your grape ♥

"Vincent! I'm going to kill you!" You yelled from the shower.

Vincent chuckled. "What's wrong my sweet?~" He responded from the living room.

Shuffling was heard around the bathroom until you came out wrapped in a white towel. "You want to know what's wrong? This!" You screamed, pointing at your now purple colored hair.

Vincent looked at the now purple haired female, "And why do you think I did this..?"

"Don't try to act innocent, you fucking grape!"

"That's harsh-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP"

The bickering went on for hours. Mostly you yelling and Vincent trying to defend himself. You always wonder how you could even stand him-oh wait, you loved him. You, out of all people, loved the purple wearing guy. Strange right?

"You should take off that towel~" Vincent's voice interrupted your thoughts.

You squealed. How did you forget you had a towel on?!? Vincent smirked at your now beat red face.

"Vincent, you're a fucking pervert." You mumbled, walking to your room, your face still red.

After a couple of minutes, you came back with some sweats and a T-shirt, as Vincent laid on the couch like nothing ever happened. You sighed, what were you going to do with him? You laid next to him snuggling against his warm body and breathing in his scent.

"I still didn't do anything to your hair."

"Vincent, don't ruin the moment, you fucking grape." You mumbled against his chest.

Vincent smiled, "But I'm your grape."