𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢

"Do you mind?" Vi scoffs. "Not all of us want to die from second-hand smoking."

"Then please, it is quite easy for you to ruminate somewhere else." this woman even had the nerve to fuckin' roll her eyes.

But Vi knew she had the upper hand here, she didn't bother leaving, didn't bother trying to find Powder because if there was one thing in common she had with her sister? It has to be sticking up together with a dirty mouth that's ready to burn shit against people with a bullshit attitude and a pretty face that screams money.

"Yeah well this is my mother's wedding, cupcake. So it's either you go ahead and stand somewhere else to be all pretty or I'll stomp that pack underneath my shoes. Or do you want me to tell you to go fuck yourself when you walk away?"

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or modern au: where vi, a hot-headed, full-time photographer meets caitlyn, an infuriatingly attractive woman who smokes outside her mother's wedding.

they clash. they fight. they bond. they heal. and most importantly, they fall.