my grape - vincent x reader (complete)

two blondes walk into a bar...

~there will be one more chapter of this book, then it will be complete. enjoy guys!

(readers pov)

The next day Vincent and I were re-shocked with our appearances. We had momentarily forgotten what happened. Together we had a moment of shocked silence.

V- Did we...

Y/n- Die yesterday? Yes.

V- And now we're...

Y/n- Half animatronic.... I think so...

V- And who...

Y/n- no clue... Pup seemed to know though. So I'm sure it's fine...

Once we got dressed I started to make some breakfast while Vincent called the guys.

V- this should be interesting...

The phone started to ring, he was calling PG first.

PG- Hello? Hello hello?

V- Hey, uh, me and Y/n have something to show you and the others. Could you let them know to meet us at the small bar around noon?

PG- Uh, sure I guess.

V- Thanks, see you guys soon.

Vincent hung up the phone and started to make himself some toast to go with breakfast. I decided to make sausage gravy and biscuits. there were two more minutes on the timer for the biscuits. to pass that time, I decided to also make smoothies. Vincent wasn't expecting the blender so he let out a girly shriek when I turned it on.

V- AAAHHHH!!

Y/n- HAHAHAHA!

I held my stomach as I laughed at his reaction to the noise.

V- Hey, it's not funny!

Y/n- I-Its totally f-funny!!!

He pouted and sat down at the table, facing away from me like a child while he sulked. I turned off the blender once the smoothie was done, filled two cups, and set on in front of him while I pecked his cheek.

Y/n- You're adorable.

I could hear him mumble a protest to his adorableness.

V- I'm not adorable...

I disagreed, but it was time to get the buns out of the oven. After I dished out two bowls full we ate our breakfast and talked till noon. our shoes that we normally wear were still bloody from the incident, so we both had to find and wear an older pair of shoes, and we also wore beanies to hide our ears.

Since the bar wasn't far, we decided to just walk there. we could use some sunlight anyways. The bar we were going to was owned by a blind man named Mr. Murakami. He used to own a place in New York but it was destroyed a few years ago. Not many people go to the bar because they think something is wrong with the guy, but we've found that he's really nice, and doesn't ask questions.

(to anyone who gets the reference, you get a free slice of pizza emoji 🍕)

We walked into the bar and the guys were all at our favorite table in the back. they all looked over when the bell rang, saw us, then went back to talking amongst themselves. Vince and I sweatdropped. We approached the table and they looked at us again.

V- Jeez guys, we're not that unrecognizable.

Y/n- Yeah, I'm kinda hurt.

All of their jaws dropped, and although we couldn't see his mouth at the moment, we could tell PG was shocked too based on the magical eyebrows he somehow has on his phone face.