Skyward (Vincent x Reader)

Anger

"Why not? I don't get what's so wrong with that place!" I yelled. I didn't know why I was suddenly angry, but something seemed to set me off, and I wasn't backing down now.

"(Y/n)...We work there because we have no choice. Nowhere else will take us, so we have to work at that hell-hole." Mike tried to calm me down, but I was too far gone now, and there was no stopping me.

"And?! You expect me to feel sorry for you? I know why you guys hate it, the kids throwing pizza everywhere, that hard work, well tough! You have to get up and get on with it!" I screamed. I looked at Storm as her eyes flashed with fire. "Oh what? Don't like being told to suck it up?" I growled. She snapped, standing up so suddenly, her chair fell over backwards.

"You don't fucking get it, do you?" She growled through clenched teeth. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides and her whole body was shaking with anger. "It's not because of the shitty work conditions, it's not because of the long hours, it's not because of the hard labour. IT'S BECAUSE IF WE SLIP UP ONCE AT THAT FUCKING NIGHTSHIFT, WE'LL BE DEAD! LIKE SAM, LIKE DOUGLAS, LIKE EMILY, LIKE JEREMY!" Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks. Tears of anger, tears of pain, tears of loneliness. "We'll be stuffed into a fazfuck suit, being forced to work at that hell-hole forever. I've lost too many people, (Y/n) and I'm not going to lose you too!" 

Her breathing evened and her fists unclenched. I swear I saw a wisp of flame in her hand, but it was gone just as it appeared. I looked up into her emerald green eyes, wishing that I could take back al that I said. I looked to Mike, who had his head in his hands.

I looked down, catching my forehead on my palm and leaning on it, sniffling out an "I'm sorry"

"You're sorry? YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY?!" Storm growled.

(Storm's P.O.V (WOAAAHHH))

I looked down at her shaking form slumped over the table. She didn't understand what I lost. I lost two of my best friends to those monsters, I almost lost Mike once and if it weren't for the 6:00 am bells, he would be gone. I wasn't about to lose another one of the people I cared about. Not now, not ever. 

I sighed, looking at the clock. It read '12:00pm'. Jeez we'd talked for a while. "Guys...we should all just calm down and get some rest." I rubbed my forehead with my hand. Mike nodded and (Y/n) sniffled out a "Yeah..." I sighed and took both of their hands, giving Mike a kiss and leaning my head on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "I'm sorry guys, I shouldn't of snapped like that. We've all lost someone, and it's not fair if I'm being selfish." I looked down. Mike rubbed my arm.

 "You just needed to let it all out." He whispered calmly.

 "Yeah, it's ok for you to feel like that, especially after what we've been through" (Y/n) smiled a genuine smile, one I couldn't help but smile back at.

"You're only human" They said in unison, causing us all to laugh.

Yeah.......Human....

((A/n) *Eastenders ending theme* What does Storm mean by that? Are they gonna cope? Is (Y/n) gonna be working at fazfucks? Why am I asking all these questions? Wait...hold on, I said this chapter was gonna have Vincent in it....//facepalm// I'm an idiot.

Eh, here's some Vincent to pacify you fangirls/boys/whatevers. I swear the next one will be with him.

Vincent: Storma-chan, y u no love me?

Me: If I say that, I will be mobbed by fangirls and eaten alive.

Vincent:.......That's pretty hot.

Me: -_- Fuck me....

Vincent: Gladly~

Me: NOPE

Eh that's enough of my shipping myself with the purple toast fucker. Later y'all, stay majestical!)