ivvyw

[ivvyw]

Change is a life | Vinnie Hacler

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: something new but not unwelcomed.

warnings: fluff, slight angst, too fluffy and sweet, a bit cringe

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You were living alone since you were eighteen. You moved out of your parent’s house because it didn’t feel like home no more.

It felt like a cage that kept you away from all the things you wanted to get to know. Kept you from being comfortable and cozy.

Your childhood house was messy. Even though your mom cleaned a lot, some things just couldn’t get clean.

Like the way your parents argued daily. Their words could be heard through the paper think walls, making you feel stuck.

Your siblings didn’t help with their nonstop fighting. And coming into your room even though you begged them not to.

But when you moved out, everything got better. You had your own place, your own everything.

You cleaned only after yourself and weren’t scared for your things being broken by your siblings.

The apartment you lived in was cozy. You decorated it so it’d feel like home, like a real home.

Every little detail in it mirrored you. The pink coffee maker, the white flowers on the kitchen island.

Candles that everyone could smell when they walked in, your slippers with bows that you owned.

Everything was so you and you loved it.

And your boyfriend, Vinnie loved it too. He loved that even when he was alone in your apartment, it felt like you were there with him.

That every time he took a deep breath, he smelled the rose candles you loved so much.

That every time he saw the flowers, he saw the big grin on your lips when you picked them out in the flower shop.

He loved your apartment, he loved you.

Of course, he had his own home. His own apartment that he was often in. That you hang out in too.

But something about your space made him calmer, more comfortable and relaxed.

You didn’t really noticed when he started being at your place more. Sleeping over more nights than usual.

But after some time, you started to notice small things. Small changes that kind of made you feel different.

Like his black socks, being mixed with your pink ones in the laundry basket. Or his black shirts in the closet right next to your colorful ones.

When you folded your laundry, you suddenly folded his too. Your eyes slightly opening more, your expression slightly confused.

And then you started tripping over his shoes, his own slippers. The light brown ones, the ones that you joked looked like grandpa shoes.

One morning you woke up with his arms around you, his breath warming the skin of your neck. You softly smiled before wiggling yourself out of his grasp.

And as you arrived to the bathroom, your eyes scanned over the cup you left your toothbrush in.

You pursed your lips at the blue toothbrush next to your pink one. Then moved your eyes over his skincare products.

Something nagged at your mind. Something grew in your stomach. A pit, maybe.

But you threw it over your head and just brushed your teeth, didn’t mention it that day. And didn’t mention it at all.

And then, you arrived home from hanging out with your friends. All you wanted to do was relax, read and just have a quiet night.

But when you closed the door and slipped into your bow slippers, you saw your boyfriend’s shoes.

His slippers weren’t there, meaning he must have them on right now.

You noticed the flowers you bought two weeks ago were not there. Instead there were new ones.

Pink and white tulips. Next to the vase was a new candle. And then another candle.

You didn’t remember buying those.

Everything looked so different, yet so same. And from that day, you started noticing it all.

How he left more things at your place. How his favorite mug was always next to your favorite one.

His slippers were always next to yours. His toothbrush next to yours. And his mangas found their place on the shelf next to your romance books.

You always stared at the things with a small frown on your face, with a little voice at the back of your head.

You started being scared that your home would turn into your childhood house. That the comfortable silence would be replaced with yelling.

That the space wouldn’t smell like candles, but like the trash bin that was always forgotten to be taken out.

And suddenly, you started overthinking. You started being terrified and uncomfortable of your home.

Vinnie started sleeping over a lot. Started having more clothes at your apartment. He started being there when you weren’t.

He was your boyfriend. And you loved your boyfriend more than anything.

But something still nagged in your mind and reminded you of that messy household you grew up in.

Of course, he didn’t leave any mess after himself. He cleaned everything after himself. He folded laundry. He loaded the dishwasher and put away the clean dishes.

But that fear still remained there.

You sat in your living room, watching a movie as Vinnie made you two a tea. Hera was cuddled up in your lap.

Your attention wasn’t on the TV, it was on your apartment. And as everything in it started to change.

He noticed the way you looked around the space, a small frown on your lips. He frowned too, walking towards you with two mugs in his hands.

He placed them on the coffee table, sitting down next to you on the pink couch. He observed you for a moment before clearing his throat to get your attention.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.”

He mumbled out, making you look at him. Your frown softening, being replaced with a smile.

He knew you too well.

You looked down at Hera, smiling at her sleeping face as you rubbed her ear.

He sighed, leaning his head to the side as he thought about what to say next. He noticed the change in your behavior.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

He asked softly, knowing something was troubling you. And when you heard those words, you looked up at him.

You thought for a moment, your mind troubled. After a moment you sighed, clearing your throat.

“I don’t know.”

You mumbled out, taking a deep breath as you took a look around your apartment once again.

And he noticed it. The frown of your face, the look in your eyes when you took in it all in.

He noticed the change. The way your gaze wasn’t happy anymore when you looked around.

And he felt like your weren’t happy with him anymore. That you weren’t happy he was here with you.

He cleared his throat to calm his nerves down, wanting to say something but you were first.

“Everything’s so different now. And uhm-“

You stopped, clearing your throat too.

“I’m kind of nervous about it.”

You looked at him with the soft gaze of yours. With those eyes he loved so much.

“You’re not happy with me being here, are you?”

That caught you of guard. You never thought about it like that. This thought never crossed your mind.

You shook your head quickly, scooping closer to him. Hera meowed softly when you woke her up with your movement.

“It’s not like that, Vin.”

You whispered, placing your hand over his bigger one. Your thumb started caressing his skin softly.

“I just started getting used to being alone. I got used to having only my things here.”

You started softly, your eyes focused on his brown ones.

You were quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say. You were troubled, scared that you hurt him with your fear.

“I just got scared, you know. Scared that it’d feel like the house I moved out of.”

You said after a moment. And when those words left your lips, his eyes softened.

He moved his hand away from yours, placing it against your cheek slowly. He touched you like you were something fragile.

Something that could easily break.

“I didn’t want to make you scared, baby.”

You shook your head at his whispered words, smiling softly.

“I think I scared myself with my thoughts. I’m actually glad you’re here.”

Your lips curled up in a teasing smile, meaning your were thinking of a witty remark he was used to.

“Even if it means I have to look at those grandpa shoes of yours. And those black covers of your books.”

He chuckled softly at your words, shaking his head. He leaned closer to you, kissing your forehead softly.

“You’re unbelievable.”

You went to sleep with a smile on your face that night. His arms keeping your frame close to his.

Your hand was fidgeting with his dark pajama shirt as he rubbed your bare back under your pink, silky pajama.

Hera was laying somewhere in your bed, her little snores made you smile even more.

And as you looked around the dark room, noticed his things there. Noticed how they started to melt with your ones.

You realized that your space stopped being only yours entirely.

It felt like home till now too, but with Vinnie here it felt even more comfortable.

You suddenly enjoyed the way you smelled his cologne over your favorite candle. That you tripped over his slippers.

No one could prepare you for unpacking his moving boxes. And no one could prepare for sharing your space.

The weirdest thing was, you didn’t call it your space anymore.

It was Vinnie’s space too, now.

And when you stared at Vinnie as he moved around the kitchen, cooking dinner for you with a wide grin on his face.

You realized that the space you called home wasn’t really a home till now.

That the person you were scared to let in, made it all better.

That the person was your home the whole time.

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HELLOOOO, BAAABBBEEESSS!!

I don’t really like this one much, but I hope you like it.

If you have any ideas or want to read about a specific thing, let me know.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Helloo, lovieeesss.

Tell me, please.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Always and Forever us | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

the last part

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jimmyfallon

liked by yourusername, vinniehacker and 986, 638 others

jimmyfallon: i never really write much here on instagram. But I have a lot to say about this young woman right there. _yourusername_ is the kindest person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people.

She’s so kind hearted and sweet I almost cried when I talked to her. I think she’s the most in love person too. And I’m so here for it.

I’m so happy I was able to meet her. Don’t forget to listen to her:

“Love yourself like you love others.”

view 3, 874 comments

user1: i love her sm

user2: she’s such an angel

user3: the prettiest

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 572, 627 others

_yourusername_: matchingg

view 1, 234 comments

vinniehacker: slayyy

» _yourusername_: baby tf 😭

user1: they’re so cute

user2: not Vinnie trying to fit in

user: ;)))

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 456, 987 others

vinniehacker: my precious baby, i love you

view 2, 683 comments

_yourusername_: i love you even more more

reggiehacker: okay fine, you two are cute

user1: they’re a goal

user2: I knew I was single even before

user3: why is not my relationship relationshiping like this bro

user4: oh god

_yourusername_

liked by tarayummy, vinniehacker and 829, 456 others

_yourusername_: the happiest woman.

view 6, 638 comments

vinniehacker: oh, how much I love my wife

tarayummy: my girl is married, oh god

user1: I’m tearing up actually

user2: my parents are marrieddd

user3: you can finally adopt me, thank you

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vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 998, 289 others

vinniehacker: my life was black and white before I met my wife, she was the color.

view 5, 627 comments

_yourusername_: you’re my color

reggiehacker: pass me the tissues please

user1: that’s like the cutest and most adorable thing ever

user2: I feel so so so happy right now

user3: I can’t believe you’re really married

user4: in another life then

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 928, 982 others

_yourusername_: i was never sure with anything.

I always struggled with being indecisive. Was never sure if I should wear a ponytail or let my hair fall down my back.

I wasn’t sure if I should make pasta or rice with veggies. Or maybe just order take out.

And I was indecisive even on my wedding day. Should I wear a big dress? Should I wear my hair down? Should I have a bouquet of tulips or lilies?

You know what? I’m still not sure if I had the right things there.

But one thing I was sure with was the person, waiting for me at the altar. The second I saw him, standing there and looking at me with the same eyes I fell in love with, I knew that everything I did was right.

My hair was the way it should be. The mixed bouquet was the best decision and my dress was perfect.

But the main and most important thing was my man. And me, becoming Mrs. Hacker for the rest of my life.

I love you so much, Mr. Hacker.

Love, your wife.

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vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, tarayummy and 789, 627 others

vinniehacker: I’ve never been good with talking, with expressing how I really feel.

And now it’s even harder. I’m feeling so many things at once.

Love, adoration, excitement. But mostly I feel happy. I’ve never felt this amount of happiness.

I don’t know what I did to deserve a woman like mine, but I’d do anything to prove that I’m the right man.

And now, some words for my one and only:

We’ve come so far, baby. We’ve been through a lot. You’ve been through a lot because of me. And I can’t thank you enough for being here with me.

You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’ll do everything to prove it.

I love you so much.

Love, your husband.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

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HIII, BABEESSS!!

I’m not crying, you are.

We’re at the end of this series. I enjoyed it so much, I hope you did too.

thank you for all your support.

Send me requests, please. Because I’m actual running out of ideas 😬.

love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

More of us | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

next one: always and forever us

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yourusername

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 786, 627 others

yourusername: it’s weird how time flies. It feels like yesterday when I was panicking because I didn’t know what to wear on a date with a guy I was like super over heels for.

And now, I’m posting photos with a ring on my finger. A ring that the guy gave me, ring that my Vin gave me.

I can’t explain how I feel right now. It’s a lot. But I love every second of it. I always dreamed of what I have right now.

And now when I have it, I’ll never let it go.

i love you more, love.

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vinniehacker

liked by yourusername and 234, 527 others

vinniehacker: in love i guess

view 2, 637 comments

yourusername: I’m too, I guess

user1: I’m in tears

user2: not your wife yet

user3; wait WIFE?!

user4: we still have a chance

yourusername

liked by tarayummy, vinniehacker and 679, 527 others

yourusername: a fiancée now.

view 4, 628 comments

tarayummy: oh no, so I don’t have a chance anymore?

» yourusername: he doesn’t need to know ;)

user1: she’s so pretty

user2: the prettiest

user3: 😻

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker and 573, 627 others

vinniehacker: missed my girl

view 3, 523 comments

reggiehacker: you’re so obsessed

» vinniehacker: *so in love

user1: cute

user2: I’m so jealous

user3: i want to be your girl

yourusername

liked by vinniehacker and 876, 527 others

yourusername: love my man sm.

view 4, 628 comments

vinniehacker: i love you more, baby

user1: oh, i love your man too

user2: not sure if i want her man or her

user3: i want that

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HIII, LOVIES!!

I’m so sorry for not being active much. I was on a vacation and my tumblr wasn’t working for some reason.

Anyway, the next instagram posts will be the last ones. Not ever, just for a while.

I want to start new series with the instagram posts, make it interesting and more entertaining.

So if you’d like, you can send me some ideas.

Thank you so much for all your support. I can’t explain how much it means to me.

I love every single one of you so much ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

In another life | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: she lost him once, now he’s back.

warnings: heavy angst, micro cheating, angst, crying, more angst.

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You stood before him, heavy tears streaming down your face as he held his bags.

Your arms were shaking, your bottom lip trembling as you shook your head.

“You can’t go.”

You let out, your voice shaking. Your eyes pleading, hoping he’d change his mind.

But his eyes only softened, stepping closer to you because he wanted to calm you down.

To show you that he cared.

“Baby, you know I need to.”

But you didn’t buy it. You were stubborn and young.

And too over heels for him.

“You can’t just leave me here alone. And disappear like we never meant anything.”

You sniffled, your words making him guilty.

And maybe that was exactly what you wanted.

He placed his free hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb softly as he wiped your tears off.

The sight of you crying because of him was breaking his heart. But he knew it was necessary.

“I can’t stay here, baby. You know that I can’t.”

He whispered, his eyes softening as they stared into your teary ones.

“I’ll still be there, calling you. We’ll communicate, yeah?”

You wished he kept his promise for longer than four months. But after that, silence.

He stoped calling, stopped texting.

There was no longer any communication between you two. Even though you tried to contact him, he never contacted you back.

It was like he forgot. Forgot about you and everything you two had.

And it hurt. Hurt more than anything.

But you knew you needed to move on. Even though it was the last thing you wanted to do.

That was why you were standing there, in front of a mirror, trying on wedding dresses.

Your friends were sitting on a couch in the salon, the biggest smiles on their lips as they stared at their beautiful friend.

“That’s the one.”

You whispered with the softest smile on your face as you stared at the white dress on your body. It wasn’t too long, too big.

It was perfect.

“Alex’s gonna love it.”

One of your friends said and you immediately smiled at her words.

“He loves everything I wear.”

You mumbled out, giggling with your friends.

And before you could even process it properly, it was the night before the wedding.

You always wanted a big bridal party. A lot of alcohol, laughter and your closest friends.

But you didn’t feel like it now.

Your friends weren’t happy with the idea of no party. But they understood that you wanted to be calm before your big day.

But it wasn’t like that.

It was because your mind was telling you it wasn’t the right thing. That the whole wedding wasn’t right.

Yeah, Alex was great. He was everything you ever wanted and more. He gave you peace and comfort.

He cared for you. He knew what you were and weren’t like. Knew you better than you knew yourself.

But he wasn’t him.

It was few years ago that you said your last goodbye. It was five years since you last saw him.

But he was still on your mind, even now when you were about to get married.

And he wouldn’t leave. Because your mind was still stuck on the what if’s.

What if he never got known? What if he never left the city you grew up in together?

What if he never left you.

He was your first boyfriend. Your first kiss, first holding hands. Your first everything.

You thought you’d grow old together. And now, you were about to marry another man.

It was weird. Fate was weird.

You felt like it wasn’t fair to you. That it gave you the wrong cards to play with.

Because in those cards, there was no Vinnie anymore.

You took a deep breath as you buried your feet deeper into the sand, looking into the distance on the ocean.

Moving to LA was a great idea.

You met your soon to be husband there, met your best friend there. And more of your closest friends.

You weren’t even surprised Vinnie moved there some time ago.

It was beautiful.

But you were still somehow mad at him for that. For leaving you when you could’ve been something.

You sighed, almost slapping yourself for the fact that you send him a wedding invitation.

You didn’t know his new address, so you send it to his childhood home. Where everybody knew you, where everybody knew about the two of you.

You felt embarrassed for even sending it. It was wrong, so wrong.

It wasn’t fair towards Alex. But you still did it.

Because it felt right to you.

The sky was beautiful that night, stars shining. And you almost wished they’d tell you that what you were about to do, was wrong.

But you knew they wouldn’t. Because Alex was your ride or die. And your soon to be forever.

Your phone started ringing next to you, you reached your hand to find out who was still up in this hour.

You smiled softly when you saw your best friend’s name.

“You miss me already?”

You said the second you picked up the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

Your friend chuckled softly.

“A little. I just wanted to know how you’re feeling.”

You took a deep breath at that question, knowing you couldn’t tell her the truth.

Even though she was your best friend.

“I’m great. It’s just really difficult to understand, you know. I’ll no longer have my family name tomorrow.”

She hummed at those words and you immediately knew she didn’t buy it.

But she didn’t say anything about it.

“Alex is a great guy, love. He really cares and loves you. ”

She mumbled out, preparing herself to say something more.

“But if it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, just let it linger in your mind before you hummed.

“Thank you.”

You could see her smile on the other line as she hummed back.

“I love you.”

And after that she hung up, knowing you needed some time alone to think about everything.

Before you could put your phone away, someone started calling you again.

You rolled your eyes, thinking it was her again. That she wanted to say something about you being alone.

But your eyebrows furrowed when you saw an unknown number there. You hesitated for a second before picking it up.

“Hello?”

You said.

And then followed silence. You didn’t say anything and the person on the other said nothing either.

You just listened to each others breathing for a moment before they finally said something.

“Hi, baby.”

In that moment, your entire world stopped. Your heart stopped beating for a second, your breath hitched.

Your mind must’ve been playing tricks on you. Because this couldn’t be truth.

No, it was just a joke.

“Vinnie?”

You mumbled out, hoping the other person wasn’t who you thought. That he just had a wrong number.

“Yeah, that’s my name.”

He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

And you just sat, with your lips slightly apart. With your eyes slightly wide. Because you couldn’t believe it was really him.

“I got your invitation, you know.”

He said, his tone changing slightly. Not so joyful anymore.

You only hummed, mentally slapping yourself again for sending it.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married.”

He mumbled out, his voice low and deep.

“Yeah, I am. It’s tomorrow.”

You rolled your eyes at your words, and at how awkward you sounded.

He hummed at your words, nodding his head even though you couldn’t see.

“That’s great, really great. I’m happy for you.”

And then silence.

Loud silence where no one spoke. Where the two of you thought about another words, but non were coming.

Because you both knew he lied. He was everything but happy for you. And you both knew it.

You didn’t know what to tell him. It’s been so long. And this wasn’t the right time to talk about it all.

“You still have my number.”

You mumbled out after seconds of silence, that felt like long hours.

“Never deleted it.”

You hummed, nodding your head at his words.

“Never used it though.”

You whispered under your breath, not being able to hold it in.

It was mean from him to call you. Mean of him to contact you that night, just hours before being someone else’s.

But you still couldn’t hung up, something held you back.

Because something inside you, maybe your heart even, still wanted to talk. Still wanted to know what happened.

He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say again.

“I thought it’d really work out, you know. That you wanted it to work out.”

He didn’t say anything so you just continued.

“I thought you would keep your promise and keep in touch with me. But I was wrong.”

He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts as he tried to make up something he’d tell you.

“I’m sorry.”

Was the only thing he said.

“Your sorries won’t heal the scars you left behind, you know. It won’t make it all right.”

You mumbled out, clearing your throat when you started feeling a lump in it.

“Did you call me just to say you’re sorry?”

“No, I called you to talk. Just talk like we did all the time.”

And you did talk. After some moments of silence, there were non again.

He talked about his work and business. About what he did after he left. And what he does now.

You told him about school and your relationship. About the wedding tomorrow. And about everything that was going through your mind.

“Will you have a cake with strawberries inside?”

He asked, cutting you off guard.

You couldn’t believe he remembered that.

“Yeah, I’ll have that. And a bouquet of my favorite flowers, do you still remember them?”

You didn’t expect him to, but he did.

“Of course I do. Do you remember how I bought you flowers for the first time?”

He asked and you giggle at the memory.

“We were like fifteen. And you almost cried when I gave them to you.”

Your head was thrown back as you laughed.

“You were scared I didn’t like them.”

He hummed, chuckling slightly.

And then it was silence again. Both of you realizing something.

Both of you realizing what was really happening in that moment. And what would happen tomorrow.

He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath. And then another deep breath.

“I sometimes think about what would be now if I wasn’t a total idiot.”

He mumbled out and you softly chuckled at his words, not saying anything so he could talk more.

“I really wish I’d be the one, seeing you in white tomorrow.”

“You’ll see me in white if you come.”

You said and he chuckled dryly with no humor behind it.

“Yeah. But you won’t be wearing white for me.”

You bit your lip at his words, feeling lump in your throat. Tears threatening your eyes as you looked into the distance.

“Is it toxic of me to wish it was for you?”

The words that left your lips weren’t pretty, weren’t fair. And you knew it.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from saying them.

“I don’t know, baby.”

He said, the old nickname made your tears spill, reminding you of what could’ve been.

“Maybe if we wish hard enough, it’ll happen.”

He whispered, making you think for a moment.

Not just for a moment. You started thinking about it, not saying anything.

And he thought too, keeping quiet.

It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Just two young people, thinking about what to do next.

And knowing there was no chance for them to be together.

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself to say your next words.

“In another life,”

You started with your voice soft and quiet. So quiet that he almost didn’t hear you.

“Maybe it was you and me..”

He didn’t interrupt you, because he knew you needed to tell him your thoughts. And what was really going through your mind.

Because hey, it was maybe the last time you’d be talking to each other.

“Maybe in that life we did all the things we said we would.”

He exhaled at those words, feeling his own eyes tearing up slightly.

You tried to wipe your cheeks, but more tears fell so it wasn’t worth the try.

“Maybe this life is the only chance for us to do all those things, baby.”

He mumbled out, making more tears spill onto your cheeks.

As they burned their way down your face, you shook your head.

“Don’t say that.”

And he smiled sadly, because both of you knew the truth.

“We can just hope.”

He said softly, making more tears fall down your face.

“But if another life will give us a chance, I promise to find you,”

His voice broke slightly.

“And see you in white for me and only me.”

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HI, BABIEESSS!!

Yep, it’s another angst. Sorryyyy.

I love ‘right person, wrong time’ trope. And you know I love angst.

I’m thinking about doing pt2, because I love you and don’t want you to suffer.

But I’m not sure yet.

Anyway let me know if I should do pt2, or not.

Love you all sm ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Ivy I feel real violent after 'traitor' soooo I wish for revenge. So maybe the reader gets a glow up after mourning her relationship and just says this has to stop and is doing real well while Vinnie is regretting it and sees her and how happy she it with like a revenge song.

I fucking love this! Thank you so much for the request, baby. I hope you like it.

A little bit of revenge | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: he played the wrong one.

warnings: reader herself, kissing

previous parts: traitor

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You were hurt. And you didn’t even understand why.

He wasn’t worth your tears, or your broken heart.

He took everything from you. Literally everything.

He showed you what love itself was.

But he also showed you what a betrayal was.

You were there for him when he needed you the most. You helped him through everything.

You were understanding, patient and gentle with him.

Yet, he left you alone. Threw you away like you were a crumpled paper.

You didn’t understand what you did to deserve it. You weren’t the bad guy there, were you?

You did everything you could to keep him.

And yet, he didn’t appreciate it. He didn’t appreciate you.

As days went by, you started getting okay. Your tears started drying. Your heart started gluing together.

And even though there were moments when you felt like dying, you started living again.

You started going out a lot, met new people.

Right, there were some nights where you sat on your couch, thinking about everything.

The memories of the two of you were sometimes torturing you.

“You’re the best thing, baby.”

He mumbled out, looking at you with that kindness in his eyes. With gentleness in his smile.

A soft giggle left your lips as you shook your head, acting like his words didn’t melt your heart.

You almost laughed at that memory, not understanding how you could be so stupid.

You still sometimes scrolled on his instagram, wanting to see what she had and you didn’t.

Was she prettier, funnier?

Did she smell better? Did she laugh better?

But it was rare when you did that.

Most of the time you were simply happy.

You started vlogging a lot, showing your fans the moments of your day.

And everyone loved it.

Maybe even Vinnie did.

He watched every single one of your videos. His eyes focused on your soft features. On your soft voice you used, talking to the camera.

And he found himself missing you.

Your sweet, gentle soul.

The way you ran your nails through his hair, putting him to sleep when he felt like he couldn’t.

How you whispered sweet words into his ear when he was having a hard time.

He missed the way you smiled at him. The way you laughed at his jokes.

He found himself regretting it. He regretted letting you go, he regretted leaving.

And before he could think of a better plan, he was standing at your door.

You weren’t home though, still at school.

But he wanted to be early, hopping it’d do something. He wasn’t even sure what he was hoping for.

The second you saw him there, standing at your door. Your heart clenched a little, but your mind stayed calm.

You walked to the door, looking at him.

“What a pleasure.”

You mumbled out, unlocking the door. Your voice holding a bit of sarcasm.

“I just wanted to talk.”

He said. His tone collected, like how it always was. He was confident you’d let him talk.

You had other plans though.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

The door was already opened, and you were already standing in your apartment.

You shrugged, clearing your throat.

“You made your choice, Vinnie. Then be the man you are and live with it.”

And with that, you closed the door. Leaving him standing there with his lips slightly opened in shock.

He would never guess you’d do that.

He thought you were heartbroken. He thought that the second he’d show up, you’d be running in his arms.

He returned back to his girlfriend that day. His heart heavy.

Because he knew that he lost something expensive.

Something rare, that’d he never get back.

You went out the same night with your friends. Because clearing your mind was the best decision you could make.

You deserved some time for yourself.

You danced, drank and sang. You screamed your lungs out to every song that was playing. And you felt alive.

After a long time since everything happened.

As the night went by, you started getting a little tipsy. The drinks you had couldn’t be counted on both hands.

But you felt good.

When you went to get new drinks for yourself and your friends, you were met with a pretty girl, standing at the bar.

You send a smile her way, waiting at the counter for the bartender to notice you.

She moved closer to you, leaning against the counter. Her big, blue eyes focused on your face.

“Hi there.”

She said and you noticed she was more than tipsy immediately.

“Hi, love.”

You said back, smiling.

You two started talking. She told you about her relationship. About her boyfriend, who was still in love with his ex.

You were sorry for her, because she really seemed hurt. She also seemed familiar.

Like you’ve seen her somewhere. But the amount of drinks you had didn’t let you remember.

As minutes passed, she started touching your hair. And you started complimenting her eyes, her smile.

She was beautiful, you couldn’t lie.

She smelled good. Maybe vanilla and some type of flower.

Her blonde hair smelled and looked like honey.

She was like an angel.

You didn’t understand her boyfriend.

How could he not appreciate her?

And as you kind of flirted with her, you noticed someone walking into the bar.

Someone too familiar to you.

Blonde hair, brown eyes. Skin full of tattoos.

He was looking around the bar, maybe searching for someone.

The second his eyes met yours, it felt like you sobered up.

The blue eyed girl noticed the change in your demeanor, becoming slightly confused by the change in your eyes.

The second she started turning her head to look at what made you change, you grabbed her face, turning it towards you.

You pressed your lips to her glossy ones, testing her cherry lipgloss.

And you were sure Vinnie saw it all. Hell, you hoped he saw it all.

The kiss deepened, your tongues tangling together. She didn’t pull away, pressing herself against you more.

And Vinnie did saw it all, standing there frozen. His heart beating loudly, almost as loud as the music playing.

The kiss was still lasting, and you found yourself enjoying it.

Little did you know, you were kissing the girl he left you for.

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HIIIIII, BABESS!!

that took a turn, right?

I hope you like it though.

After this I’m thinking about some lovely fluff, what do you think?

Let me know.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Traitor | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: he didn’t cheat, but he’s still a traitor.

warnings: crying, insecurity, break up, replacement, lies, cursing

next part: a little bit of revenge

used song: Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

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Brown guilty eyes and little white lies. Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew. That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse.

You saw it, of course you did.

You knew him. You could sense when something was happening. When something wasn’t alright.

He wasn’t alright.

The look in his eyes gave it all away. It made you sick, making you realize you were right.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead, the feeling of his lips not lasting long.

“I’ll text you if I’ll get home late.”

A flicker of something in his eyes. Something different. Something that made your stomach hurt even more.

And you just hummed, nodding your head.

Because you knew that he’d text you.

Three hours after he left, a massage popped up on your phone. Short and cold.

| I’ll be late, don’t wait for me.

Just that.

Few empty words that you knew would be there.

But you still hoped. Still hoped that you were just being paranoid.

When he came home, avoiding your eyes as he got ready for bed, you knew.

You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention.

“How was the day with boys?”

You asked, your voice soft. As you tried to get some information without asking for it.

“With boys? Yeah, yeah it was good.”

You didn’t say anything.

Just let out a soft hum, nodding your head.

And when he laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms, you knew he wasn’t where he told you.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

And ain't it funny. How you ran to her. The second that we called it quits?

You sat in your friends living room, tears streaming down your face.

Your hands shaking as you stared at the photo on your phone.

His arms around her waist, a wide smile on his lips. And the look in his eyes as he stared at her.

The look he once gave you.

Her head was thrown back, laughing at something he must’ve said.

She looked so happy.

They looked so happy.

It has been two weeks since it ended between you two. Two weeks since you felt like drowning.

And there he was, swimming with another woman in his arms.

And ain't it funny. How you said you were friends?

You didn’t mean to pry. You didn’t want to be an obsessive ex.

But you wanted to know what was going on.

You wanted to know if he was alright without you. If you were the only one hurting.

You were scrolling on your phone, TikTok sounds filling the silence of the room when you were met with a video.

Your breath hitched when you saw her. Her beautiful, blue eyes shining. Her smile wide as she caressed the arms around her waist.

The tattoos making your eyes tear up.

Because those tattooed arms were once around your waist. They once caressed your bare skin.

Those were the arms that once felt like home.

And when you watched the video. Over and over and over again. Like a broken record, you remembered his words.

You remembered the argument.

“Baby, I’m telling you for the last fucking time.”

He started, taking a deep breath so he wouldn’t yell. Because he knew you hated it.

“We’re friends. Yeah, she hangs out with me and guys sometimes. But that doesn’t mean we have something going on.”

He reassured you. His eyes soft, mirroring his voice.

You titled your head to the side, looking at him with teary eyes. The doubt in them noticeable.

He sighed, walking closer to you. His arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

“You know I love you.”

He mumbled out, leaning closer to you face as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“And I’ll never love anyone more.”

Now it sure as hell don't look like it.

Now you bring her around. Just to shut me down. Show her off like she's a new trophy.

You didn’t want to be there. You felt like throwing up. Like you would pass in a moment.

But your friend had a party, celebrating his birthday. And you didn’t want to miss it.

The fact that it was a mutual friend of you and Vinnie made it all worse.

You looked around the space of the living room you were in. Everything was so loud, so uncomfortable.

And as you sipped your drink, your eyes noticed those two.

His hand was resting on her lower back as they walked into the room. He started talking to some of the people, probably introducing her.

There was a smirk on his face, his hand tightening around her. She was smiling, her red lips wide.

His back was straight, his arms flexing. And you immediately recognized the posture.

He wasn’t showing off.

He was showing her off.

And I know if you were true. There's no damn way that you Could fall in love with somebody that quickly.

You were laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Your cheeks wet from tears.

Your mind replaying all your moments with Vinnie. All the memories you gained together during your relationship.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He mumbled out into the silence as he stared at you. Your blushed cheeks made him laugh.

His hand caressing your skin.

You were laying in bed with him, sheets pooling over your waist.

The look in his eyes made something in you stir. Your wide-eyed gaze, meeting his loving eyes.

“I’m so in love with you. So so in love with you.”

He whispered. And you just listened with a small smile on your face.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

And you believed him.

But now, as you laid in bed alone. You knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.

Because how could he love someone else now? When it was like a month since you heard those words coming from his lips.

Your stomach hurt when you imagined those words being said to her. With the same softness. With the same eyes, staring at her face.

And her smiling. Just like you did.

Ain't it funny. All the twisted games. All the questions you used to avoid?

He was sitting at the kitchen island, his head leaning against his hand as he stared at you.

You hummed to yourself, swaying your hips to the song that was playing as you made dinner.

Thoughts were worrying your mind but you didn’t say anything. Because it always ended the same.

The argument earlier was still in your mind, hurting your heart.

You turned around to look at him, leaning back against the counter.

He stared at you, observing your expression as he was trying to find out if you were still mad.

“I’m just trying to understand what’s going on. What’s up with the games you’re pla-“

He didn’t let you go on, sighing lowly.

“Baby, stop with those twisted games or whatever you call it. I’m not playing anything.”

He said. His voice gruff, holding a hint of irritation. Vinnie was never mean to you, never snapped at you.

But his temper was wearing thin for some reason. So he wasn’t paying much attention to how he talked to you.

“Then just tell me what’s up with you.”

You said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Nothing’s wrong with me. What’s wrong with you, hm? You seem sad lately.”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you turned back towards the kitchen counter.

Of course he avoided the question.

Ain't it funny? Remember I brought her up And you told me I was paranoid.

Teary eyes were staring into his brown ones, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to take a deep breath.

He stared at you, thinking about what to say next. Thinking if anything could make it alright.

His gaze was guilty and you immediately knew, that whatever was going through your mind was right.

“Just be honest with me, Vin.”

You mumbled out, your voice hoarse from crying.

“I can see it. I can see the way you look at me now. I can see the way you look at her.”

You titled your head to the side, sniffling as you looked away from a second.

Because looking at him hurt more. Looking at him made you realize how fucked up this was.

“It’s not a friendship that’s between you two.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Stop this. You’re only hurting yourself with those thoughts. We hang out sometimes, yeah. But that doesn’t mean there’s something between us.”

And you really wanted to believe him. But your heart didn’t let you.

“You used to look at me that way… with softness and emotion. Everything that was in your eyes when you looked at me is now there only when you look at her.”

And he only stared at you, his eyes slowly widening. Because you were right.

And both of you knew that.

But he still only shook his head and walked closer to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Stop being paranoid, baby. I only look at you that way. Only you, because I love you.”

And you somehow fell for that.

When she's sleeping in the bed we made. Don't you dare forget about the way. You betrayed me.

You laughed loudly when you saw Vinnie struggling to understand the instructions.

“Show me.”

You said, taking the paper out of his hands. You stared at it for a moment, humming to yourself.

He cleared him throat, obviously trying not to laugh.

“You’re holding the paper upside down, baby.”

He said, hiding his laugh with coughing.

Your cheeks redden a little while you turned the paper over. You stared at it for a little longer before looking back at Vinnie.

“Should we call someone to do it?”

You said and he started laughing.

He stood up from his crouching position on the floor, walking towards you.

His arms wrapped themselves around you and you immediately snuggled into him.

“We can make the bed ourselves.”

He said, looking at the instructions over your shoulder.

Your eyes were tearing up only at the thought of her, laying on the bed you two made.

On the bed that was made while you two laughed your asses off, enjoying the atmosphere between the two of you.

Your stomach felt sick at the thought of the two of them laying on the bed, arms around each other.

And him, looking at her like he used to look at you.

Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry. For the way I hurt, yeah You'd talk to her. When we were together

You hoped he regretted it at least a little. You hoped that every time he looked at her, he saw you.

You felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, you felt like dying.

You’d never guess that he’d hurt you like this.

You felt stupid for noticing that late.

You didn’t think anything weird about him, having a lot of phone calls. Or him, receiving a lot of messages.

He was a known person after all. So you understood.

But after some time, it started getting weird. And you started getting suspicious.

He started smiling when someone texted him, laughed when he called someone.

He always said it was his friend, brother or mom.

But you didn’t believe it.

One evening he ended a call with someone and you looked at him with that knowing gaze, he knew what you were thinking about.

“It was mom. She’s asking how you are.”

And you hummed, nodding your head.

Acting like his mom didn’t just text you if Vinnie’s okay because he wasn’t answering her calls.

And that wasn’t the only time something like that happened.

He walked out of the room one time because his brother was calling him, of course.

So you stoped the movie, you two were just watching. As you scrolled on instagram, liking your friends posts.

And then Reggie started calling you, you furrowed your eyebrows, picking up the call.

“Hey, is Vinnie alright?”

And you were silent for a moment, just staring at the door. The door Vinnie walked out of, saying he had a phone call from his brother.

The brother that was just calling you.

“Yeah, yeah. He is.”

It took you two weeks. To go off and date her.

It wasn’t even a month after you two broke up.

And yet, he started posting her, acting like he wasn’t saying he loved you just some days ago.

Like he wasn’t going on about how he wanted to marry you months ago.

It felt weird, seeing them together. Because even after everything, you still hoped that you were only being paranoid.

That the messages on his phone weren’t from her. That they were only your imagination.

That the way he looked at her on the photos was just your mind, playing tricks on you.

You couldn’t believe your own eyes when your read the caption of the post.

“My baby.”

You frowned, trying to calm your beating heart down.

Did he forget that you were his first?

Did he forget those moments when he called you that?

“You’re the one and only for me.”

He mumbled into your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Your heart melting at his soft words. And at the gentleness he touched you with.

“My pretty baby.”

Guess you didn't cheat. But you're still. You're still a traitor

He stood before you, his eyes guilty.

“Maybe you were right the entire time.”

He mumbled out, making your heart break even more. Making your stomach sick.

You took a deep breath, looking away from him.

“How long are you together?”

You mumbled out, not prepared for his next words.

“We’re not. That’s why I’m doing this.”

You looked over at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you shook your head. You didn’t understand.

“I want us to be together. I want it without feeling guilty.”

Tears streamed down your face, lump forming in your throat.

You only stared at him, replaying his words in your mind. He wouldn’t feel guilty after this?

You packed your things the next day, gave him the keys from the apartment that everything happened in.

And then you left, not looking back.

She was in the apartment the same day you left, acting like nothing happened.

And you only wished that he felt guilty even more.

Maybe everyone was right when they said that something has to end so that something better can begin.

But you didn’t know that the better would be her.

God, I wish that you had thought this through. Before I went and fell in love with you.

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HELLOOO, MY LOVES!!

How are you?

I’m here with another song imagine!!

If you have any wishes or requests, let me know please.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Ivy.

[ivvyw]

Hello, lovies˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

So I’m working on a new post, but I wanted to know what you’d like to read next?

If you’d like angst, fluff. If you’d like vinnie or someone else and who?

Tell me every one of your ideas.

[ivvyw]

The universe chose us | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

next one: more of us

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_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, tarayummy and 678, 672 others

_yourusername_: loving you, loving me more

view 5, 672 comments

vinniehacker: oh, yeah?

» _yourusername_: never

user1: ugh she’s so pretty

user2: the prettiest

user3: what a fucking diva

user4: excuse me

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 768, 768 others

_yourusername_: no bart, just brat

view 6, 768 comments

vinniehacker: I like bart more

» _yourusername_: ofc you do

user1: tutorial on how to be aesthetic please

user2: brou

user3: i want you

user4: :o

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, tarayummy and 567, 683 others

vinniehacker: her, her, her, her, her

view 3, 563 others

_yourusername_: you, you, you, you, you

user1: alright, we get it

user2: he’s so whipped

user3: cutest

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 678, 265 others

_yourusername_: cutie bear like my bf

view 6, 682 comments

vinniehacker: you mean less cute?

» _yourusername_: my baad. It should be more cute

user1: they’re the cutest

user2: oh, how much I love them

user3: she’s so pretty

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_ and 673, 627 others

vinniehacker: 🖼️

view 3, 682 comments

_yourusername_: how are you real?

user1: GIRL

user2: my god

user3: can I be her?

celebritiesbyoureyes

liked by _yourusername_, vinniehacker and 454, 572 others

celebritiesbyoureyes: Last night we had the opportunity to welcome _yourusername_ in our show. And we can surely say that she’s the most beautiful and sweet soul in the world. She’s a miracle. And we were so lucky to have her. Listen to her and do as she says:

“Love yourself like you love others.”

view 5, 773 others

user1: she’s the sweetest

user2: I love her

user3: awwweee

vinniehacker, _yourusername_

liked by tarayummy, reggiehacker and 987, 628 others

vinniehacker: it’s out. And I’ve never ever been happier. I can’t express how happy this girl makes me. And I’m so grateful I can call her mine.

I always dreamed of someone like her. Always wanted to feel what I feel for her. And now when I have it, I’ll never let it go.

I’m not good with words and my fiancée knows it. But I can say one thing clearly.

I love you, baby. It’s always and forever us.

comments are off.

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HELLOO, LOVES!

What a turn, right?!

I’m so excited for this, I love making these.

Thank you for your support, babes.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Less than nothing pt.6 | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken.

warnings: too much fluff, a bit of angst, crying, cursing, and too much fluff again

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

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“Then you don’t ever have to see me again.”

His words rang in your head like bells. Loud and clear, scaring you more than they should.

You only stared at him, not knowing what to do.

You were stuck between wanting to talk to him and wanting to push him away.

Just like he did to you.

Your head told you to close the door and forget about everything that was and could’ve been between you.

But your heart told you to let him in again. To trust him even more and give him a second chance.

And as you stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, your heart stared winning.

He noticed the way your eyes softened, the way you opened the door more and stepped to the side.

“You have five minutes.”

Left your lips, even though you knew you’d give him more time. You’d actually give him all the time in the world if you could.

His hopeful eyes softened even more as he stepped into your apartment. The familiar warmth of your presence, calming down his nerves.

You closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he walked past you. The cologne that filled your nostrils was too familiar.

It made you go back to the nights you cuddled in his bed as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“I could stay like this with you forever.”

“You’re so soft, so warm and so mine.”

The problem was, you were never his.

And you thought he was telling the truth. That he meant all the things that were muttered into your ear.

But he still left after saying them. Left you hanging onto nothing. Left you wondering why you weren’t enough.

Yet, he was now standing in your living room, looking around like he wasn’t there for ages.

There was a heavy silence. Louder than the sound of your heart beating.

You took a deep breath as he handed you the flowers he brought you.

“Thank you.”

You whispered softly, your voice too quiet. He almost didn’t hear you.

He stared at you for a second, just observing you. And realizing how much he missed your face.

Even though it was different.

Your eyes were sunken and dark. But they still held the familiar softness.

You were trying so hard not to smile, which you never did before.

But you were still beautiful. Still so damn beautiful in his eyes.

“You might want to sit down.”

He mumbled out, which you shook your head to.

“Just tell me what you need, please.”

He nodded, clearing his throat. His heart clenching at the sight of you, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I know what I did. I know why you walked away.”

He mumbled out. He looked so troubled, so out of place.

You’ve never seen him like that. He was always so calm and collected.

“I treated you like you didn’t mean anything. Like I only filled my free time with you.”

You cleared your throat, feeling the lump in it. Your stomach hurted with nerves.

“I know you felt like a toy, maybe still feel.”

You remember him, walking in just to get off. And then leaving like you were just temporary.

“I fucking hate myself for being like that. For treating you like that.“

He stepped closer to you, testing the waters. Wanting to see if you’d move away.

But you didn’t. Your body was frozen in place, listening to what he was saying. Drinking his words up like red wine.

“You didn’t deserve that, baby.”

The old pet name slipped out by mistake. But it well so natural, warming your heart like it did weeks ago.

“You didn’t deserve anything I did. You were there, trying to get past my walls. And I pushed you away, like a damn idiot I am.”

A small smile showed up on your lips, making him smile too.

“I’m not trying to push. I’m not here to beg you to forgive me, because you know I tried.”

He gulped before clearing his throat for the 10th time that moment.

“I just wanted to see your face. To hear your voice. I miss the way you yap about books and your annoying teachers. I miss the way you laugh at my stupid jokes because you don’t want me to be embarrassed.”

He was rambling, talking fast since he knew there wasn’t much time left.

Even though, he had all your time.

“I miss the way your eyes widen when I touch you. The way you try to hold your smile back when I give you a compliment. Or the way your cheeks redden when I give you a kiss on the forehead, because you love it for some reason.”

Your lip trembled as tears streamed down your face.

He knew you too well. You never thought he’d notice those things.

You didn’t notice those things yourself.

“I’m scared.”

You said after seconds of silence and he nodded his head, understanding your fears.

“I know, baby. I know”

He mumbled out, stepping closer. His hand reaching for yours. And when you didn’t move it away, he tightened his grip.

“I’m scared too. I’m fucking terrified.”

His voice was full of vulnerability he never showed.

“But I’m more scared of losing you. I’d rather be scared with you than scared alone.”

You stared at him, your gaze softening as you noticed the way he stared down at you.

Like you were something fragile, that would break if he’d stare at you any differently.

“You hurt me a lot.”

You looked away for a second before looking back at him.

“But I’d rather be hurting with you than hurting alone.”

You mumbled out, repeating his words.

His eyes widened, his body moving closer to yours.

And before you knew it, you were pressed against his chest. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck.

His arms went around your waist quickly, pulling you into him more as he buried his face into your neck.

He breathed in your scent that he craved so much.

He murmured sweet nothings against your skin, caressing it with his fingers.

You played with his long, blonde hair as you tried to calm yourself down.

And even though your chest was pressed against his, you felt like you could finally breathe.

All your problems suddenly disappeared.

Minutes passed since that moment. You were wrapped in each other’s arms, sweat slicking to your bare bodies.

He ran his fingers up and down your back as you traced his tattoos.

You looked up at him, smiling at the sight before you. He looked so calm, so relaxed.

He looked down at you, smiling.

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered, which you shook your head to. Both of you knowing that you told him not to apologize again.

“Don’t shake your head at me.”

You giggled, tilting your head back to see him better.

“I’ll say it over and over again, because I was an idiot.”

He looked away for a moment, making you realize he was thinking.

“I’m sorry for giving you less than nothing, for giving you less than you deserve. You deserve every damn thing in the world.”

He mumbled out, making your heart hurt a little.

“Just promise me you won’t ever let me go again.”

Your voice was small, so soft and so scared. Like he would leave in seconds. Like he would make you go through hell and back again.

But the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t going anywhere.

He pulled you more into him, placing a soft kiss against your forehead, your cheeks reddening.

“It’s forever kind of thing, baby.”

─── ୨୧ ───

HIIIIIII, MY BEAUTIFUL BABIES!!!

We’re at the end.

I love this series so much and I’m so happy you seem to love it too.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever series. Thank you for supporting me with your kind words. It means the world to me.

I can’t express how thankful I am for every single one of you.

Feel free to comment, or send me your ideas. I’ll be looking forward to it.

I love you all so much ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Less than nothing pt.5 | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken.

warnings: having hard time, crying, struggling, angst

next part

─── ୨୧ ───

And everything was back again. You started struggling again. Even more than before.

You couldn’t get out of bed again. You didn’t clean, didn’t eat.

Everything was harder and harder.

And Vinnie stopped trying.

The gifts didn’t come anymore. No letters were slid under your door.

Realization crawled up your back.

He was trying. He tried to make everything right. And it still wasn’t enough for you.

You were blinded by your own sadness and anger.

And you slowly started regretting everything that happened. You started regretting leaving that night.

You regretted not taking him back.

Because you really wanted him back. Even if it meant just being what you were before.

A meaningless jewelry. A body that relieved his stress, made him forget about his problems.

You just wanted to feel wanted again. Wanted by him.

Even just for a second.

Your friends started noticing your absence. The way you skipped classes. The way you didn’t come to the hangouts, that were agreed upon.

They were worried, wanting to talk about it. But you started shutting them out.

You started shutting everyone out, not even knowing why.

You just wanted to be alone. Alone with your thoughts, your regrets.

You started crying over old chats again. Started crying over old photos, cried while watching comedy you two watched together.

You felt like drowning.

And the only life jacket was Vinnie.

You didn’t know what to do. You were lost.

Lost without a map or navigation.

One day, two weeks after the call, you felt better.

You didn’t go to school, but you got up from bed. Even cleaned up a little bit.

And when the moon showed up on the sky, you started baking. Because of boredom, maybe.

Maybe because you needed to think about something else. You needed to occupy your mind with different things.

Things that weren’t Vinnie.

Music was playing on full volume as you swayed your hips to the rhythm. You had your phone opened, the recipe in it.

You didn’t know how to bake. You never even baked alone before.

But everything had it’s first, no?

Flour was everywhere but in the bowl. Milk was spilled over the kitchen counter.

You didn’t know how that happened, but whatever.

The second you put the baking tray in the oven, the doorbell started ringing.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at the time on your phone. It was almost 11pm.

Drying your hands, you walked to the door. A pit in your stomach and a weird feeling in your chest.

Like something would happen.

But nothing could warn you from who was standing at the door. Not even your gut.

Your lips slightly parted, your eyes widened a little as you stared at the person there.

Your favorite flowers in hand, a nervous look on his face.

A look you’ve never seen before.

“I know you said not to contact you again,”

He mumbled out, clearing his throat.

“But you didn’t say anything about showing up at your door.”

There was slight teasing in his words, making you smile a little.

Just a small ghost of smile crossed your lips, but it meant everything to him.

You didn’t say anything though and that made him speak again.

“Give me five minutes. That’s all I need.”

His tone was pleading, his eyes too.

“Then you don’t ever have to see me again.”

─── ୨୧ ───

HIIIII, MY LOVIIIEEESSS!!

I know it’s been a while, but I’m back again!!

And we’re almost at the end!!

I’m taking requests, so feel free to send me one.

Or just yap if you’re bored.

thank you so much for your support, btw. I really appreciate it.

Love you all so much ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Less than nothing pt.4 | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: Vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken

warnings: angst, crying

next part

─── ୨୧ ───

The gifts didn’t stop, the letters were still slid under your door. And your apartment was as clean as ever. You were taking care of yourself better than you ever had.

You were feeling better, happier. You didn’t cry over your old chats, you didn’t feel sad while scrolling through old photos anymore.

You actually started smiling, showing everyone your real smile after a while.

Yet, there was still a small pit in your stomach. When you were alone at night, or when someone said something he used to say.

Or when someone gave you a look of disapproval when you joked about your insecurities or something that secretly hurt.

The look of disapproval he always gave you.

“Stop saying that, baby”

And in that moment, you felt like drowning again. Because even though you tried to lie to yourself, you missed him.

More than anything actually.

You missed his warm hands, his laugh. His words of comfort and warmth. Missed his jokes, his smile, laugh.

Some weeks passed after you saw him on the way from school. You were hanging out with your friends at a cafeteria.

You gave your friend a smile, as he pushed a strand of hair, that was in your face behind your ear, when you saw Vinnie, standing outside.

Even though you thought he’d come and do something about it, he didn’t. He just stood there, gave you a little smile with a slight nod of his head.

You could see it in his eyes though. The way he suffered, the way his eyes were sunken.

He felt the same way you felt months ago.

And it that moment, something in you changed.

A week later, you were sitting at home. It’s late at night, you were watching a movie, eating chocolate that was delivered to you.

Your favorite movie was playing, a fluffy blanket was thrown over your bodies as your entire attention was focused on the words the characters said.

And then you heard it.

Your phone started ringing. Pausing the movie, you grabbed your phone, looking at the screen. Your eyebrows furrowed when you saw the caller’s ID. Vinnie’s brother.

“Hello?”

You said, your voice small.

And then silence. Such a loud silence.

No one spoke on the other side.

But before you could say something more, someone interrupted you.

“I thought you wouldn’t pick up”

Your eyes widened, your lips parted slightly. The hold on your phone loosened.

“Vinnie?”

You whispered out, hoping you were only hallucinating. That you didn’t hear right.

“I’m glad you still know my name.”

His voice vas confident, holding a hint of sarcasm.

You were quiet, thinking about what to say next.

“I know you don’t want to hear from me. I know you’re doing better, which is great”

He mumbled out, his voice suddenly not as confident as it was before.

“And I know the letters aren’t working, I know you won’t contact me. So I’m contacting you”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment before opening your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“I miss you a lot. And I’m sorry for being such an idiot for not letting you in the way you wanted. I realized it was a mistake and-“

But you interrupted him, not letting him talk any more. Because you didn’t want to hear it. Not now.

“Don’t contact me, please. Not again”

Was all you said before ending the call.

And then, you just broke down, letting out all of the emotions you kept in for weeks.

And Vinnie, on the other side was met with his brother’s knowing look.

“I told you”

Was said before Vinnie tossed the phone away.

His hope now entirely gone, knowing it was all his fault.

Only his fault.

─── ୨୧ ───

HIIIIIIIIII, MY LOVIEEESS.

Yep, it’s angst.

but it’s not the end of this story.

My question is if you want me to continue writing or want me to write something else?

Let me know, please.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Less than nothing pt.3 | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken

warnings: having rough time, mentions of crying, angst, and more angst, no comfort

part one, part two

─── ୨୧ ───

He didn’t text you, didn’t call you.

But he sometimes checked your instagram to see what you were up to.

He was still blocked, but his brother wasn’t. His friends weren’t too.

So when he missed you too much or when the photos of you in his phones weren’t enough, he asked someone to show him your instagram.

And to his surprise, you were happy.

The biggest smile was on every one of your photos. The smile he loved so much.

You were enjoying live. Unlike him.

He was burying himself in work, streamed more than ever. Started posting more on socials.

Because it all kept his mind off of you.

Well sort of.

There were moments where he missed you.

It all started by finding your shirt in his closet from when you slept over. He started missing your scent.

How you sprayed your favorite perfume every time you two went out.

Then he started missing your eyes. Your big, doe eyes and how they always stared up at him. Wide-eyed gazed as he touched your skin.

Your hair. The smell of your shampoo. And even how he found some of them around his pillows.

But as weeks passed by, he started missing you.

Just and simply you.

How you gave only him that one specific smile. The little grin, your teeth showing.

Or how you looked in his shirts.

He missed the way you said his name. Not only during intimate moments, but mainly when you just wanted to tell him something.

He mostly missed your cuddles. Cuddles he always said he hated. Because cuddles are for lovers, not fuck buddies.

That’s what he always said. That’s what he regretted saying now.

But you seemed fine. Well, that was what he saw on instagram.

Your real emotions were hidden behind closed doors.

Nobody saw what the end of the two of you really did to you. Nobody saw how you stayed up late and couldn’t get out of bed most days.

Nobody saw how you drowned yourself in tears. Nobody saw you couldn’t eat, couldn’t drink.

Your apartment was a mess because you didn’t have the energy to do anything.

It has been three months when you woke up to a letter being slipped under your apartment door.

The paper was white with little, blue flowers on it. And you knew exactly who it was from.

Because those were the papers you left at his place.

You picked it up, reading it.

“I miss you so much”

And after that latter, you received more.

All of them were slipped under your door. He had the spare key to your apartment building and even your apartment.

And you were grateful he didn’t use the spare key to actually get into your apartment.

He used it to get to you somehow, though.

Every day there was a new latter. Just short one, several words written on a piece of paper.

You acted like it didn’t do anything to you.

Like the I miss you’s. Or him, writing that he was thinking about you made it all worse.

When in reality, it made something in you grow.

The light that was turned off for a while was slowly turning on.

Your apartment started looking normal. You cleaned up, started eating normally again.

Yet, you never wrote back. You didn’t unblock him. You didn’t contact him.

And then he started sending you gifts.

Flowers you wanted before were now at your door every other day. He gave you one book every week. A book he knew you had on your booklist.

And then you saw him on your way back home from school. He had on a grey hoodie. The one you sometimes stole even though he didn’t want you to.

You wanted to leave quickly, so he wouldn’t notice you, but he did anyway.

Hell, he was there so he could talk to you in person.

“Baby, c’mon” he said, reaching out for you hand but you moved it away, shaking your head.

“I understand, okay? I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m asking for a chance” you listened to him, even though your head told you no.

“Just one, tiny chance to make it all right”

You just stared at him. He looked rough. Like he didn’t sleep well. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored your own.

The shake of your head made the hope in his eyes disappear.

“Flowers, books or chocolate won’t fix it.” you mumbled out, shaking your head. “They’re not making it better”

But you still put the flowers into a vase, read the books he gave you. And ate the chocolate while watching your favorite movies.

Because it meant something to you. Maybe meant everything.

Just like you meant to him.

─── ୨୧ ───

part four

HIII, MY PRETTY BABIEEEESS.

I’m sorry for not being active much, I’m dealing with a lot right now so I don’t really have time.

BUT!!

I’m here with pt.3

I hope you like it!!

By the way, do you want it to have happy ending or sad one? Let me know.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Love us | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of the two of you

past ones: forever us, always us, real us?, love between us, just us, about us

─── ୨୧ ───

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, tarayummy and 308, 568 others

vinniehacker: big in japan

view 567 comments

_yourusername_: japan looks good on you

user1: iconic

user2: so handsome

user3: my maaan

user4: te amo

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, tarayummy and 678, 577 others

_yourusername_: loving life (imissmybf)

view 2, 567 comments

vinniehacker: miss you, baby

tarayummy: loving you

user1: god

user2: i want to be you so bad

user3: i love u

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, reggiehacker and 565, 572 others

vinniehacker: luckiest man

view 1, 627 comments

_yourusername_: oh, how much i love u

user1: i want a man like that

user2: feel so single

user3: i love her

iloveyournameandvinniesm

liked by iloveyourname and 3, 672 others

iloveyournameandvinniesm: my favs

view 345 comments

user1: I LOVE THEM

user2: they’re the best

queenieyourname

liked by _yourusername_ and 54, 572 others

queenieyourname: love her

view 545 others

_yourusername_: 🩷

user1: I’m so jealous

user2: manifesting this

user3: she looks so sweet

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 367, 682 others

_yourusername_: labu, labu, labulabu

view 2, 562 others

vinniehacker: not this again

user1: she’s so real

user2: i love you even more now

user3: i want one too

voguemagazine

liked by vinniehacker, _yourusername_ and 456, 672 others

voguemagazine: “Being in love healed me, made me realize who I really am ” says _yourusername_. We’re the biggest fans of love stories. And even bigger fans of this young woman. “A lot of people say I’m too much in love” she says. “But I’m not sorry for it”. She’s beautiful, smart and has the biggest heart. “I love being in love” she always says. “I hope everyone finds their person, just like I found mine”. She’s a lover girl.

Listen to her. “Love yourself like you love others”.

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, tarayummy and 567, 657 others

_yourusername_: thank you so much, Vogue.

view 34, 672 comments

vinniehacker: I’m so proud of you, baby. Words can’t explain how in love with you I am. Never stop being yourself, never stop being mine. I love you so much.

user1: OMG

user2: HOOOWW

user3: you deserve it

─── ୨୧ ───

HI BABEEESS!!

I’m back with another one of our favorite.

Should I post some fluff or angst next?

Tell me.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

masterlist ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

─── ୨୧ ───

instagram posts

forever us

always us

real us?

love between us

just us

about us

love us

the universe chose us

more of us

always and forever us

imagines

The glimpse of us

In another life

Change is a life

series

less than nothing

part one,

part two,

part three,

part four,

part five,

part six.

Traitor, A little bit of revenge

song imagines

Love looks pretty on you

The cut that always bleeds

Traitor

and more to come..

[ivvyw]

About us | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite love birds

next one: love us

─── ୨୧ ───

vinniehacker

liked by tarayummy, _yourusername_ and 696, 637 others

vinniehacker: love, love, love

view 6, 673 comments

_yourusername_: oh, hellooo 😋

user1: I love, love, love them

user2: they’re just so cute I almost started crying

user3: we don’t have to tell her, Vinnie

user4: my god

user5: excuse me?

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 368, 638 others

_yourusername_: I’ll marry you with paper rings.

view 2, 537 comments

vinniehacker: I like shiny things tho

user1: love the reference

user2: he’s so cute

user3: actually, I sometimes miss her posts when she was single

user4: she’s in her dating era

user5: it’s giving using for fame

user6: *cough* hoe *cough, cough.*

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 783, 537 others

vinniehacker: her.

view 3, 377 comments

_yourusername_: i love u

user1: god, that’s too cute

user2: i can be your gf too

user3: manifesting for a boyfriend like this too

user4: I’m melting

user5: THE TATTOO?!

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 687, 627 others

_yourusername_: not sorry for being in love.

view 2, 290 comments

vinniehacker: I’m not sorry too 🙋🏼

user1: go giiirl

user2: bruh

user3: ehm, okay?

user4: I’m glad you’re in love

user5: naah

user6: In love with?

_yourusername_

liked by tarayummy, reggiehacker, vinniehacker and 865, 628 others

_yourusername_: jealousy, jealousy?

view 2, 289 comments

tarayummy: i’m sorry for breathing the same air as you

vinniehacker: are you single?

user1: I just fell in love

user2: so jealous

user3: she knows

user4: fuck them all

─── ୨୧ ───

HELLOOO, MY LOVES!!

how are you?

thank your for all of your support, btw.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[ivvyw]

Less than nothing pt.2 | Vinnie hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken.

warnings: arguments, curse words

part one.

─── ୨୧ ───

You thought that talking about it would make it better. That it would make the pit in your stomach disappear. Because talking about things was always better than keeping it in.

Well, at least that’s what your parents taught you. And they were always right.

Till now.

Because since the night he left, you haven’t seen each other. He didn’t text you, you didn’t text him.

He didn’t send you random memes anymore, you didn’t send him random flowers you’ve seen on a walk.

You two haven’t talked in days.

Days spend by crying your eyes out, thinking about what you did wrong.

It was Friday when you realized it wasn’t worth it anymore. You didn’t want your heart to belong to him when he clearly didn’t want it.

So you send him a text, pouring your heart out.

| I’ve been thinking about it. About you, about us. I know it’s wrong of me. I know what we agreed on. But I thought, maybe you started feeling the same. Maybe you wanted the same. Maybe you wanted me. But turns out you don’t. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. So by this message, I’m ending this thing between us. I’m letting go of it, of you. Please, don’t try to contact me. I won’t answer.

And after that, you blocked him. On everything.

Not because you didn’t want him to text you. But because you didn’t trust yourself with not texting him.

He didn’t notice the message right away. He always had a busy life, and sometimes he wasn’t on his phone much.

He ended a stream, when he grabbed his phone, opening it after a while. The second his eyes fell onto the message, his chest tightened.

Seconds passed by as he stared at the screen. His chest tight, a frown on his face, hoping it’d disappear.

His fingers started moving around the keyboard, forming a words of confusion. But the second he pressed the sending button, the message didn’t go through.

He huffed out a sigh of annoyance, trying again and again. As it’d change something. And the second he realized it wouldn’t, he tossed the phone away, placing his face in his hands.

He wanted to show up at your place. Wanted to talk to you, maybe beg you to change your mind.

But he didn’t. He just sat there, knowing he fucked up.

It took you some time to get your life together.

But you tried, and it was getting a lot better.

You started going out again.

Not only with your friends. But started going on dates, too.

More than you ever did.

You were on your first date of the week. It was two months after you sent that message. Two months after you last contacted him.

He didn’t try to contact you. Didn’t show up at your door. Hell, you didn’t even see him in that little cafe you two met in.

The one he showed up in every day. Not because he wanted coffee, but mainly because he wanted to see you.

That’s why you were so surprised when you saw him there now. Two months after everything ended.

He looked different. His hair was longer, his eyes more dull. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You wanted to stare at him for a little longer, but your date called your name. You were surprised he remembered it.

“Sorry, I got distracted”

You mumbled out with a polite smile on your lips.

He didn’t say anything about it. He just started talking about his work again. Just like he did till now.

You were bored out of your mind. Your eyes moving to Vinnie again, thinking it wasn’t noticeable at all.

Well, you were.

Because Vinnie noticed right away that somebody was staring at him. What he didn’t know was that you were the somebody.

The second your eyes met, you felt that fluttering feeling in your stomach. The butterflies coming to life again.

There was a smile on his face. The one you knew so well. The one you loved.

The second that thought crossed your mind, you looked away. Your eyes on your date again, nodding your head throughout the story so he’d think you were following.

You didn’t notice Vinnie leaving the cafe before you heard the door being closed. And the second you realized, your stomach sank.

Not knowing why. Or at least, not wanting to know why.

A month later you were at a party with your friends. It has been like two hours after midnight when you were dancing with a guy you met an hour ago.

He bought you a drink, flirted with you a little before he asked you to dance.

And you couldn’t say no. Because those blue eyes of his were just too pretty and handsome.

That was why you were on the dance floor. Your back pressed against his chest, his hands were on your hips as you two moved to the music.

You didn’t drink much. Not even the drink he bought you. And he didn’t either.

Your head was thrown back, your eyes closed.

The song ended and before another one started playing, the guy’s hands left your body. Some whispering could be heard behind you.

The second you turned around, wanting to see what happened, his blue eyes were gone.

You were met with a pair of brown eyes instead. A pair of eyes you could’ve recognized anywhere.

“May I have a dance too?”

His head was titled, his hand outstretched. A smirk on his lips.

You stared at him, moving your gaze to his hand before to his eyes again.

“No, you may not”

You turned around before looking at him again. Something held you back.

Something craved to know what he really wanted.

“I just want to talk”

He said when he saw that look in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes slightly, shaking your head.

“You can’t just show up like this, tell him to leave and expect me to forget about what happened.”

Your voice was slightly louder since the music started playing again.

He walked closer to you, his frame towering over yours.

“Look, I know I fucked up.”

He started, wanting to say something more.

But you didn’t let him.

“Yeah. You really did”

And with that, you walked away. Not looking back.

─── ୨୧ ───

HI, BABEESSS!!!

I’m here with pt.2!!!

And I’m wondering if you’d like another part?

Let me know.

I hope you’re all doing well.

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊