#{ hello sweetheart!; vinnie }

[pinky-in-blankets]

Nights: " After all, It would be in your best interests not to underestimate me~☆"

[heartsforvin]

can u write something with vinnie x bimbo reader? maybe some fluff and suggestiveness mixed in there???

THE CUTEST THING

thank you for the request !!! i hope you enjoy <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings; cussing, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), suggestiveness, boner mention, grinding, kissing, mentions of sex

summary; vinnie thinks you’re the purest, cutest thing and loves to make it known

you and vinnie had been friends for years, and that’s it has been — friends. you’ve crushed on him, sure, but it’ll never go beyond strictly platonic friendship.

when vinnie first met you he thought you were the sweetest girl in the world. he still thinks that today.

he loves how innocent you are, always asking him questions about the simplest things. things that were pretty easy to understand.

although you two were strictly just friends, vinnie still loved to call you cute pet names from time to time.

he loved to see how flustered you got every time he’d slip a ‘princess’ into the conversation the two of you may have.

or how your body would react every time he’d touch you.

today, vinnie had invited you over to hang out, saying it had been awhile since the two of you had a chance to see each other.

dressed in a baby blue crop top and and a white frilly mini skirt, you put your shoes on and the last bits of makeup before you were on your way.

texting vinnie that you were on the way, you got in your car and made your way to the blonde’s home.

“vin, i’m here! oh, hi hera.” you shout at vinnie as you walk in his apartment, kneeling down to say hello to hera.

standing up straight and flattening down your skirt, you avert your gaze to vinnie as he walks out of his bedroom.

“hey princess,” vinnie greets you with a hug. “how’s my favorite girl doing?” he asks, which follows by a meow from hera who stood at your feet.

the two of you laugh and then you look over at vinnie to respond. “good! glad you invited me over.”

vinnie smiles and pulls you into his room. “glad you’re here, needed a distraction,” he tells you, turning to face you once you’re both in the room. “and i love having you here.”

you blush and sit down on vinnie’s bed, your skirt rising up on your legs a bit as you do.

you pay no mind as vinnie ogles your exposed thighs for a moment before averting his gaze and clearing this throat.

“so, uh, you wanna drink? play some games, maybe?” he tries to start up conversation, trying not to think of his best friend in that way.

he’s never thought about you like that, well, until now. with your tiny top and tits practically spilling out of it. paired with that skirt he wishes he could rip off you.

he can’t do that to you though — expose you to such explicit thoughts and actions. you’re his sweet girl, he can’t rip away your innocence and purity like that.

“…play cs:go?” vinnie shook his head to rid the not-so-innocent thoughts racing through his mind.

“hmm?” he hummed, making you smile up at him from where you sat on his bed.

kicking your feet, you place your hands on your thighs and lean over, making vinnie groan and hope to god you’re not looking lower than his face right now.

“i asked if we can play cs, silly.” you tell him again, vinnie nods and pulls you with him to his pc.

he gets everything set up and soon sits down at his chair and loads up the game. turning to you, he watches as you trail your fingers over his guitars that lie in the corner of the room.

“these are cool, vin!” you exclaim, vinnie chuckles and smiles as he watches you.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable in your outfit as you look at his things.

vinnie admires you for a moment longer before he hears the game play music on the pc.

“games all ready sweetheart, c’mre.” vinnie gestures as he pats his lap for you to sit down.

you furrow your eyebrows as you watch your best friend pat his lap for you to sit. “you want me to sit..there?”

you ask the question as if he was asking you to do something that could get you in trouble. vinnie just looks at you, sweet smile plastered on his beautiful features, as he waits for you to take a seat.

hesitantly, you make your way over to vinnie and take a seat on his lap. vinnie wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers basically burning your bare skin.

removing his hands, he grabs yours and places one on the mouse and one on the keyboard.

“i’m gonna teach you, okay, pretty?” vinnie asks as his hands gently rest over yours.

you nod your head and he soon begins to teach you. you catch on fast and soon no longer need vinnie’s assistance.

vinnie’s hands find their way back on your hips, gripping them harshly every time you make a shot in game.

“doin’ good, baby. proud of you.” the blonde praises, making you wiggle against his lap at some feeling you weren’t too sure of.

vinnie moves his hand from your hips to your thighs, making your skin feel like it was on fire.

the praises keep flowing and that feeling did, too. soon, you felt something against your ass, making you wiggle against your best friend again.

“stop that, sweetheart,” vinnie warned, holding you in place to stop you from your antics.

you turned around and looked at him. “stop what? i felt something and..and-“

vinnie stops you, noticing you don’t quite understand what’s going on with him. he pushes on his feet to scoot the chair out a bit.

“vinnie, what’s going on?” you ask him, still feeling the hardness underneath you.

grabbing you by the thighs, he picks you up and carries you to his bed. he sits down with his back against the headboard as you straddle his lap.

“you did this to me, princess.” he tells you as he moves you against him.

a whine escapes your lips, making vinnie groan again. “you’re so pretty, sweetheart.” he compliments, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

he kisses your cheek softly, making you blush. “pretty girl liked that, huh?” he teases.

you move against him again, and then vinnie rests his hands against you again and helps you.

“vin, what is it?” you ask again, needing to know what you’re sitting against.

a chuckle comes from vinnie and you look at him with a confused expression. “it’s a boner, my love.”

the nickname sends chills down your spine, you felt a bit weird when vinnie called you all those names, you thought those were for people who were dating.

“vin, why do you call me all those names?”you ask as you stay straddling his lap, playing with the strings on his sweatpants.

vinnie groans softly when your hand grazes below the strings on accident. “because you’re my best friend, and best friends have nicknames for each other,” he explains, holding your hands in his. “like how you call me vin, it’s a nickname you have for me.”

you laugh softly. “everyone calls you vin,” you tell him, he smiles. “but no one besides you calls me princess and all that…why?” you ask again.

vinnie shakes his head, smile on his face as he looks up at you. he’s got his best friend on his lap with a painful boner added to it.

he can’t think straight, not when the sweetest, kindest, most innocent girl is sitting on him like this.

soon, you notice the movement you felt moments prior and wiggle around vinnie again.

“baby, have you ever kissed anyone?” the question is sudden, and honestly he doesn’t know where it came from.

maybe it’s the fact he wants to flip you over so you’re on your back and kiss you so hard you can’t breathe.

or that he wants to do more than just kiss you. no. he can’t. he can’t think like that. you’re his sweet, innocent girl, he cannot be thinking about fucking you senseless.

you look at him for a second, your big beautiful doe eyes staring at him like he’s your world. i mean, he pretty much is. he’s your favorite person, the one you go to for anything.

“uh, no.” you respond, head low as you answer vinnie’s question.

he frowns, wondering why you seem to be so embarrassed by your response.

“sweetheart,” vinnie coaxes, hooking his index finger under your chin and pulling your head up so you look at him. “that’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

you nod your head, tears wanting to spill from your eyes. vinnie notices your bottom lip start to tremble, and he thinks for a split second before he does it.

before you have time to process, vinnie’s lips are on yours and then just like that, they aren’t.

he gives you a sweet smile, stroking your cheek. he feels his cock twitch at the feeling of you situating yourself on him for the millionth time.

“do you want help?” vinnie’s eyes go wide at your question. partly in shock, and partly because he thinks he knows what you mean, but isn’t sure.

“with what?” he asks you, and you giggle, moving your hips against him.

“i think i know what it is, i-i mean, i know you told me, but… isn’t it like…painful?” you ramble, not knowing if you’re correct with what you’re saying.

vinnie nods and closes his eyes, biting his lip to suppress any noise that may slip.

you’ve been on his lap for what felt like eternity, and now you’re asking if you can help him with the most painful boner he’s ever had?

the thoughts are consuming him now, now his mind can’t help but think of you in that way. he looks you up and down, mentally undressing you, wondering what your tits look like when they’re not trapped in your tiny shirts.

he feels absolutely disgusting for thinking like such a pervert when he looks at you. he just can’t help it when you walk around like that.

vinnie grabs your ass and squeezes harshly, making you yelp. “can i tell you somethin’, princess?” he can’t believe he’s about to admit this to you, but he can’t keep it in any longer.

you nod, smile plastered on your pretty face as vinnie moves you so you’re grinding against him.

“you can tell me anything, vin!” you exclaim, and he can’t help but smile at you.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he says, making you giggle since you knew he thinks that already.

vinnie leans in so he can whisper in your ear. his hands never leaving their place on your ass as he helps you move on him.

“wait, vin,” you whine, feeling a tingle in your lower stomach. “i feel something.”

he stops his movements but the feeling is still there. “what is it, baby?” he asks worriedly. “did you start your period?”

you shake your head. “no..it’s, um, it’s a tingly feeling.” you explain.

your face must be beet red by now, so embarrassed to admit this, but it is just vinnie.

a smirk plasters on his face and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “vin, what is it!”

he starts moving your hips on him again. “does it tingle when i do this?” he asks, testing to make sure it’s what he thinks it is.

you nod, biting your lip at the feeling becoming stronger. “you’re horny, baby. you’re wet.” he tells you.

“i’m what?” you ask, not knowing in the slightest what he means.

kissing your cheek, vinnie gives you a sweet smile. “remember what i told you what you felt underneath you?” he asks, to which you nod. “that’s because i’m horny, too. i’m hard. you did that to me by sitting on my lap.” he explains.

you quickly open your mouth to apologize but vinnie quickly places his finger against your lips.

“shh, don’t be sorry, my love. it’s okay, it’s a good feeling.” he tells you.

“doesn’t feel good,” you whine. “make it go away.”

vinnie’s world stops entirely at that statement. he can’t believe you just told him to make the feeling you feel go away.

granted, he knew you probably didn’t know or understand exactly how to make that feeling go away, it was just the fact that you said it.

“vinnieee.” you whine, extending out his name as you do to get his attention.

he snaps back into reality and looks at you. “um, i-i can’t.” he quickly says.

you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “why not? do you not love me that much?”

he shakes his head. “no, no of course i love you, sweetheart. it’s just that, best friends don’t do that with each other.” he explains to you.

you furrow your eyebrows, not following what he means. he sees your confusion and speaks again.

“you remember when i talked to you about our anatomy and stuff like that?” he asks, earning him a nod from you.

“well, when two people love each other a lot, people who are dating, they feel the same way you and i do right now sometimes, and they fix it.”

fuck. did he really just say fix it? how are you supposed to know what he means by that?

“fuck, i mean, they have sex.” he tells you. there was really no other way to sugar coat it, better to just say the word so you know.

“you remember what that is, right? remember what i told you?” he asks again.

you nod, a wide grin spreads across your face. “i remember! but why can’t we?” you ask.

vinnie looks at you in confusion this time and you continue. “why can’t we have sex? we love each other, right?”

vinnie smiles and places a hand on your hip. “that’s just it. i do love you, but like i told you, people who are dating or married only do it. best friends don’t.”

no matter how badly they want to do it. vinnie thinks to himself.

kissing you was enough. hell, even having you on his his lap grinding on him was enough. he doesn’t need to exploit you to the world of sex.

he sees your obvious distress and tries to soothe you. moving you off his lap, he offers you to change into something more comfortable and invites you to stay the night.

yeah, like that’s the smart idea.

you agree and go into vinnie’s closet to pick out clothes. he quickly tries to think of a way to rid the obvious strain in his pants but cant think of anything.

honestly he’d probably be able to cum so quickly at just the fact that he’s got you in his room and in his clothes.

not to mention that you’ll have nothing on underneath the tshirt you’re wearing.

mentally cursing at himself for thinking like that again, he puts a smile on his face when he sees you walk back into the room.

“all comfy?” he asks as you walk into the room again.

you nod with a hum, jumping into bed next to vinnie.

you take notice that his shirt is no longer on and he’s just in sweats now. his tattoos on full display for you.

oh how you’d love to kiss over the inked skin, and just all around his body in general.

vinnie puts on a movie and invites you to cuddle with him.

you happily agree and wedge in between your bestfriend so your back his against his chest.

it’s pretty late in the night now so the two of you relax for the rest of the night.

“vinnie?” you question after a beat of silence.

turning your head to face him, he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and hums for you to continue.

“that feelings back.” you tell him, and he laughs as he buries his head in your neck.

he can’t do that with you. he can’t. no matter how bad his body and mind are saying yes, he is saying no.

“please vinnie?” you beg, and suddenly his dick is awake again.

“i know you want too, i can feel yours, too.” you say ever so sweetly.

“fuck,” he mummers under his breath. “this is gonna be a long night.”

GOD do i need this man so fuckin bad

anyways, sorry this is so long (pun intended) i had fun writing this and got carried away

also, lmk if yall would want a part two to this, cus im so down

ALSO ALSO , don’t know if you guys saw my most recent post butttt i have another smut fic in mind that i really want to start up

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[takecareluv]

hello, maybe some headcanons/concepts on meeting vinnies friends🥺love your stuff so much

she’s the one || vinnie hacker x reader

word count : 873

author’s note : i thought i posted this already ?/? i’m so sorry, nonnie! i didn’t realize it was still in my drafts >.< i hope you like this! i started writing it as a short concept but then it became longer so i turned it into more of a headcanon / blurb ( idrk !) also thank you so much for your kindness <3 mwah !! <3

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vinnie’s down bad from the moment he met you, there’s no doubt about it. he’d been practically begging the universe for a girlfriend for ages now and finally, after months of sulking and swiping left on the endless amount of l.a. girl that are basically carbon copies of each other, here you are ; everything he’s been searching for — a diamond in a sea of glass.

after just one date with you, he knew you were the one and he wasn’t shy about sharing his excitement. his friends weren’t used to this side of vin, and although most would find it annoying to hear him go on and on and on about this perfect girl he’d been seeing for only a short period of time, his friends were happy for him ; and dying to meet the mystery girl that’s got their best friend cheesin’ non stop.

it wasn’t too far along in the relationship that vinnie would bring up introducing you to his friends. they meant the world to him, and now so did you, of course he couldn’t keep you hidden for long.

you, however, were extremely nervous to meet the infamous group. knowing vinnie’s current living situation, you knew his friends would be around a lot ; so in your mind, if they didn’t approve of you, you could kiss your relationship — also known as the best thing that’s ever happened to you — goodbye.

vinnie assured you a million and one times that wasn’t the case and you had absolutely nothing to worry about. his friends would love you just as much as he did — well maybe not as much as vinnie did, that would be impossible, but a close second.

so here you were, sitting passenger side in vinnie’s mazda, on your way to his house to meet only a few of his closest friends — baby steps, as vinnie called it.

the car ride was filled with vin whispering sweet nothings to calm any and all of your nerves ; his hand on your thigh, as it was during every car ride you shared, giving gentle squeezes as to say a silent ‘i love you’ ; and short kisses pressed to your lips, cheek, forehead — anywhere vinnie could reach while the light was still red. it didn’t take long for you to become a blushing mess and forget all the worries that filled your mind only minutes prior. that was the effect vinnie had on you, and one of the many reasons you loved him — you’ve never felt more safe and happy with anyone in your life.

after a longer ride than anticipated, thanks to the constant bustling streets of l.a., you pulled into the driveway of vinnie’s gigantic home.

the anxiety you were feeling quickly came back to you once you saw just how many cars filled both the driveway and garage of the house — way more than you expected. vinnie could see you eyeing them while simultaneously doing the math in your head. he realized by the looks of it, it would seem as if there was a party going on inside when in reality, as he hurried to explain to you, most of those cars were his own — immediately causing you to let out a big sigh of relief. but wonder, how many cars does one person need?

being the gentleman that he is, vinnie opened the car door for you, holding his hand out to guide you towards the house.

before you made it to the front door, he paused, pulling you into a hug as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. “i love you and they’re going to love you, i promise. you have nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

and vinnie was right, like always, he was quick to remind you later. his friends adored you.

jett was especially impressed with your knowledge on cars — little did he know it came from all the babbling you heard whenever vinnie visited you after just spending hours at the warehouse.

you originally planned on staying for only a little bit before heading to a dinner reservation, but the boys begged vinnie to cancel it, not wanting you to leave just yet. and how could vinnie say no to that. he was just thrilled to see his favorite people getting along.

instead, he ordered food for everyone and you spent the rest of the evening watching anime and playing games with the group — getting yourself into an intense game of mario kart with jack.

hera even joined the party and cuddled up right next to you on the couch, squishing herself between you and vinnie.

vinnie couldn’t help the smile that was glued to his face. his best friends, his favorite girl and his precious cat all together in one room — it couldn’t get better than this.

when it was time for vinnie to drive you home, the boys were already inviting you back over for a barbecue the following weekend. a barbecue vinnie didn’t even know they were having until that moment.

the following morning they were all telling vinnie how lucky his was to have found you and that you were definitely the one. even commenting on how they’d never seen him so happy.

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Twenty-Four

chapter warnings: smut! mdni!! :) i cannot for the life of me possibly say anything insulting towards noah or vin so bare that in mind!

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i decided at 2am last night to completely rewrite this chapter for some reason, i just wasn't happy with what i already had and then my sleep deprived brain came up with this which i honestly can't tell if it's better or worse hahah but either way, happy monday!! <3 (editing this felt like a fever dream?) (also, the alt title for this would be girl, so confusing LMAO)

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“Oh my god… Vin…” You groan, your back arching further than you thought was possible. His hands were gripping your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you from behind. You were on all fours, your face smushed against the pillow as he leans down, placing a delicate kiss on your back. 

“That’s not all, sweetheart.” Noah said, a devilish smirk on his face as he unbuttoned his pants. 

You turn your head, reaching your hand out for him as you grinned to yourself. 

“That’s right, baby,” Vinny coos, “Open your mouth for him, show him what you can do.”

You do as Vin says, and Noah slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue before you begin to suck on them, still pumping his cock in your fist. 

You don’t remember moving, but before you knew it you were lying in Vin’s lap, your back against his chest as he kissed your neck, his hair tickling you as his hands pawed at your boobs. Noah had his face between your legs, his strong arms holding them apart as his tongue worked tirelessly against your cunt, sucking and teasing your clit. You were going to fall apart again, and as Vinny rolled one of your nipples between his fingers, his teeth grazing your neck as he did so, you felt yet another orgasm wash over you, your legs trembling as they tried to close around Noah. 

You must’ve passed out temporarily, as when you came back to your senses, their places had switched. Vin was now between your legs, eager to please you as you lied against Noah’s tattooed chest, you reached your hand behind you, gripping one of his biceps as Vinny ate you out. Noah took his time with his face buried between your thighs, every move was thought out and purposeful, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel good and what to do to tease you, whereas Vinny was more sloppy, he didn’t really have any technique but boy he sure knew what made you feel good. His eyes fell shut as he moved his hand to your lower stomach, applying just the right pressure that made you see stars. His tongue continued to lap and lick at you as Noah turned your head to kiss you, you couldn’t help but moan against his lips, practically panting as you felt that feeling build up again.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered against Noah’s lips, “Too… Too good.” 

“I think we’ve ruined her.” You hear Noah say, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“No,” Vin said, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “She’s got at least another two more in her. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “Yes…”

You flinched as you woke up, taking a moment to come back to your senses and realise where you actually were... In your hotel room with... Was it Vinny lying next to you? You leaned over, seeing one of his rogue curls and you knew it was Vin. You lied back down, shutting your eyes and trying to go back to sleep, but there was an ache between your thighs as you thought back to your dream. Surely Vin wouldn't notice if you slipped your hand into your- oh! You weren't wearing any underwear?

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“Fuck,” Vinny groaned at the sound of his phone ringing, waking the both of you up as his screen lit up the hotel room. He reached over for it, seeing as it was Justin calling, and answered, “Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?” He laughed, “We’re leaving in 20 minutes and we’re all waiting on you.” 

“Oh, shit,” Vinny sat up, “Uh… Okay… Tell the guys I overslept, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” 

You roll over, yawning as you look up at him. 

“You better get up.” You smile, still feeling a little dazy after being rudely awoken from another wonderful dream. 

“I know,” he sighed, kicking his legs out of the sheets and beginning to get dressed, “I woke up to my alarm but I hit snooze and I guess it just didn’t go off again.”

You smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking into the mirror. You loved the way he looked (and sounded) in the mornings, but he never seemed to believe you.

It was the final month of tour, and recently, the two of you have managed to keep your somewhat of a relationship very undercover, nobody had mentioned anything so you both assumed no one suspected a thing. You couldn’t say the same about you and Noah, however. Everybody was under the impression that the two of you were together, so you let them believe what they wanted. You weren't going to argue anymore, but it was clear it upset Vin when the guys would make comments about you and Noah. 

Noah still had his suspicions about you and Vin, which was understandable. He was a very observant person, so you would be more worried if he didn’t suspect anything at all. But you had noticed how his mood would change when Vinny was around now, and he made a lot of unnecessary comments about him behind his back, which hurt you as you so desperately wanted to stand up for him.

“I can’t believe we leave for California tomorrow.” You rub your eyes.

“I know,” he smiled, throwing his shirt over his head, “And I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again at the end of the month, I’m surprised we’ve not cancelled the tour just to go home and take a nap.” 

“You guys just have a very strong work ethic.” You met his gaze with a smile.

However, the atmosphere shifted entirely when there was a knock at your door. 

“Y/n? Are you up?” 

Fuck. It was Noah. 

You and Vin stared at each other in fear, and you pointed down to the bathroom. Vinny nodded, grabbed his things and hid, pulling the door up slightly behind him. 

“Y/n?” He persisted. 

“Yeah,” you shouted, throwing a (hopefully clean) pair of underwear on, “I’m coming!” 

“I thought you’d be used to these early mornings by now.” He chuckled as you opened the door.

“I was just about to take a shower,” you smiled, “What time do we have to be out by?”

“Just before 9,” he nodded, “If that’s the case I’ll leave you to it,” he smirked, “Unless… I don’t know… You want me to join you…” 

You gave him a soft smile before shaking your head.

“Not this morning, I feel icky, I got my period in the night-”

“You know that doesn’t bother me.” 

“I know but I just want to take a shower and get ready and then I’ll meet you by the bus, okay? Are the others awake?”

“Everyone’s on the bus already,” he chuckled, “We’re just waiting on you… And I think the Motionless guys are waiting for Vin.”

“Fuck, he’s probably still asleep. I’ll, uh… I’ll call him when I’m done.”

Noah nodded his head. 

“Cool, don’t be too long.” He smiled before walking off. 

“Shit…” Vinny groaned as you shut the door again, “I better leave.”

“You might want to wait for Noah to be out of the way first.” You say, afraid of what might happen if Noah was to see Vinny walk out of your room.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, his eyebrows raised as his hands pulled you closer by your waist, “So… About that shower?”

You give him a look to say really, before seeing you still had 45 minutes before you had to leave.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Vincenzo.” 

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The guys had finished loading everything into tonight’s venue, and before soundcheck began, you went around and took everybody’s lunch orders, seeing as it was your turn today.

You and Angela had come up with a plan to resolve whatever was going on between Noah and Vinny, as the past week had almost driven you insane…

“Does he ever stop?” Noah sighed, glaring at Vinny from across the room, who seemed in quite a good mood as he sang, not only obnoxiously loud but also out of tune, for Rick’s vlog. "I get a headache just looking at him."

…

“All I wanted was a minute of peace to go and piss and guess who fucking walked in the bathroom after me and covered everything in black paint?!” Noah groaned, sitting down beside you on the couch. "It's like I can't escape him."

…

“I just want to know how those guys have put up with him for ten years. I can’t stand to be around him for any more than ten minutes. He’s so fucking annoying.” Noah huffed, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he stood beside you.

…

“I don’t know what you see in him…” Vinny said, glancing over at Noah, “He’s so… Boring.”

…

Vinny sat at his drum kit, setting it up for the night. Noah stood by the side of the stage, talking to Ruffilo. As Vin played what sounded like the intro to Thoughts and Prayers, Noah snickered, before shouting over to him. 

“Something sounds really off, man.” 

Vinny furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. 

“It shouldn’t be-”

“No, something’s definitely not right, I can ask Folio if he could help you-”

“No. It’s literally fine,” Vinny said before sighing and whispering under his breath, "Prick."

…

Walking into the greenroom, you grinned as you spotted Vin sat on the couch in his usual position- legs spread, leaned back, phone in his hand, resting bitch face…

“Oi. Chenzo," you poked him on the shoulder, "It’s my turn to pick up lunch today, wanna come with me?” You asked him with a somewhat frightening smile.

“Are you serious?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“What would Noah think?” He asked cautiously.

“He’s coming with us!” You grinned, watching confusion paint Vinny’s face. 

“He is?” Vinny blinked, his confusion now turning to horror. 

“Vin, look. It’s the last month of tour, there’s only a few weeks left and I just want you and Noah to end it on good terms, it'll make me happy to see you two get along...”

Vinny hesitated for a moment, before agreeing to join you two. 

“Great, Angela’s letting me borrow her car so we don’t have to walk this time!”

“It better not feel like I’m third wheeling-“

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. I’ve got this all planned out.” You said with a smile, reaching into your bag and taking Angela’s keys. “Let’s go, drummer boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” He said, causing you to smirk at the blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

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You told Noah to meet you in the parking lot, but it came as a surprise when he saw Vinny trailing behind you. 

“What’s he doing here?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing as you shook your head, getting into the driver's seat. 

“I asked him to come too! You two are going to talk and resolve whatever it is that you've got going on between you and be friends! Whether you like it or not.” You say before shutting the door. 

“Is that a threat?” You heard Vin chuckle as he got into the back, sitting behind you, since it appeared Noah had claimed the passenger seat. 

“Nuh-uh!” You reach over, holding the door shut and pointing to the back seat, “Get in the back with your new friend Vin!"

Noah stopped and stared at you like you’d lost your mind. 

“You’re serious?”

“Completely." You smiled, "Now get in the back.” 

“You're crazy.” Noah shook his head as he squeezed into the back of Angela’s rather small car. It certainly wasn’t made for someone who was 6’3, that was for sure. 

“You good there?” Vinny chuckled at Noah, who was now beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that lead up to this moment. 

“Clearly this car wasn’t made for anyone over five feet..." He groaned as he shut the door, "Hey, it’s perfect for you.” 

“No!” You turned around, facing the two men sat in the back, “If you haven’t got anything nice to say to each other, don’t say anything.”

So, naturally, the drive to the restaurant was silent and awkward for all three of you, and you started to wonder whether this was really a good idea. As you pulled up to the drive through, you heard Vin lower his window. 

“Wait, so who's ordering?” Noah asked. 

“I know what the guys want,” you say, pulling up your notes app on your phone, “So the two of you can order for yourselves.” 

You warn the worker that you were going to give a big order, before beginning to read from your list. 

“And you guys?” You turn back to look at Noah. 

“I’ll get the caesar chicken wrap with fries... Oh, and a milkshake.” He said, but Vinny smirked as he leaned his head out of the window. 

“He actually meant to say he’ll get the double bacon cheeseburger with large fries and a diet coke-“

“Vinny!” You scold him, before apologising, and ordering for Noah. 

You were asked to park and wait for your order, which you were expecting to be waiting ages for, but thankfully it was brought out rather quickly. 

You thanked the workers, apologising for the inconvenience of such a big order, and sat the bags of food down on the passenger seat, praying they wouldn’t fall if you had to suddenly break. 

You sighed as you pulled off and began to drive back to the venue, feeling as if this afternoon had been a waste. Until you came to a halt. 

“Fucking traffic,” you groaned, “Just great.” 

"Just honk." Vinny suggested, rummaging through one of the bags for his fries.

“Shit it looks like we’re gonna be here for a while.” Noah observes, looking at the cars ahead.

“Hey, maybe this is a good thing,” you smile, turning back to the guys, “It’s bonding time!” 

They both gave you a blank stare, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at. 

“When the two of you finally get out of this car, you’re going to be friends, okay?”

“I’m cool with that.” Vinny shrugs, mouth full of fries as he turned to Noah, “We’ve not got long left together, what is there to lose?”

“I guess,” Noah sighs, readjusting his cramped legs, “So what do you want us to do? Name three things we like about each other?” He chuckles. 

“That’s a great idea!” You gasp, “Noah, you can go first.”

You watch as Noah swallows his pride, sighing before his eyes meet Vinny’s. 

“I do think you’re a sick drummer, one of the best right now actually, and I’ve thought so for years, I guess I never had the chance to tell you,” Noah takes a breath before continuing, “I think you’re funny sometimes I guess… It’s impressive how the atmosphere changes as soon as you step into the room. And I think your hair is pretty cool.” 

You were taken back by Noah’s words, surprised he actually gave a serious answer. As you looked at Vin, you could see he was clearly shocked too, and if you squinted… were his eyes glossy? 

“Your turn.” You nod at Vinny, who pauses to think for a moment. 

“I think you’re so fucking talented, I’d never admit it in any other situation but… Sometimes when I hear you sing I can’t believe you’re real.” Vinny confesses, causing you and Noah to both laugh, “I like your tattoos, and… Uh, I admire your dedication to everything you do.” 

“I’m surprised you both took that seriously,” you smile, “So now let's really get into it, why don’t you tell each other what you don’t like about each other… Vinny, you go first this time.”

You watch Vinny’s eyes fill with terror, he wanted to be honest and to take this opportunity to get everything out and off his chest, but he worried it would only make things worse for you. 

He wanted to say, I don’t like the way you control y/n, how you make her feel as if she can’t even be my friend. I don’t like the way you think you own her, when she doesn’t even want to be in a relationship with you. 

As he thought about that, something clicked in Vinny’s brain for the first time, something he should’ve realised a long time ago.

Surely, when the tour is over you would choose him!

You’re simply leading Noah on because he invited you on the tour, so if you were to let him go then what would you do? Because if you truly loved Noah, why would you even look in Vinny’s direction?!

It was him. It was always him.

Or so he believed. 

“I don’t like that you’re always judging me, analysing every small thing I do and finding a way to criticise me about it. I don’t like that you think you’re better than me, that you seem to have some kind of God complex, that you don’t like when you can’t have things your way-” Vinny paused as he could feel his heart starting to race, the rage that had been building up for weeks about to be released, but he held himself back, “I think that’s enough.”

You began to wonder if you should’ve started with this, and then told them to tell each other what they liked about one another. 

“I don’t like that I constantly feel like you’re putting on an act,” Noah said, “You’re loud, you're so fucking annoying, and I truly think if we met outside of this I’d never choose to spend any time around you. We have absolutely nothing in common, I don’t think we’d ever be friends. I don’t like the way you look at y/n sometimes, and the way you talk to her. She tells me she only thinks of you as a friend, so-”

“So this is what it's really all about.” Vinny nods his head slowly, beginning to get defensive, “You feel threatened by me?”

“What?” Noah scoffed, “Why would I?”

“I dunno… You don’t threaten me so how would I know?”

“Okay! Neither of you are the alpha male here!” You waved your hand, telling them to stop, “Look, I’m sure you two have plenty in common! Noah, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Red?” Noah furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Great! And Vin, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Red...”

“See!” You grinned, reaching for your drink, only to realise… “Guys there’s only one milkshake… you both ordered one, right?” You asked, passing it back to Vinny, who grinned as he reached forwards and took two straws from the bag. 

“Not a problem!” He chuckled, pretending not to feel hurt by anything Noah had just said, putting both straws in the cup and looking at him, “This really is a bonding moment.”

“This is hell.” Noah sighed. “I’m just gonna get out and walk back-” 

“The hell you are!” You lock the car, “Apologise to each other, now!” 

“But you told us to say-”

“I know, I don’t care.”

“Fine,” Vinny sighed, “I’m sorry I make you feel the way I do. I promise none of it is intentional. I can’t help being loud and annoying, I've tried to hide that side of me in the past but... that’s just me,” he sighed, “But I hope we can move past that.” 

Hesitantly, Noah nods his head. 

“And I’m sorry for making you feel the way I do, it’s also just the way I am. I don’t realise I’m doing it in the moment, I seriously didn’t know I was making you feel that way, man. And I guess maybe yeah, I am jealous of you, you always seem so carefree, you always make people laugh, I can't help but wish... I don't know... I could be like that.” 

Vinny's mouth was dry, he parted his lips yet no words were coming out. He wasn't expecting Noah to be so open with him.

"I guess I feel that way about you too, you've got everything I've ever wanted, people actually listen to you, they take you seriously, they don't think everything you say is a joke. You inspire people, they admire you and they don't treat or talk to you like a child." As Vinny spoke, you even felt a lump at the back of your throat, you weren't expecting them to actually talk it out. "So let's put it all behind us, okay? I forgive you."

“Me too.” Noah said, a small smile on his lips. 

“Now kiss!” You giggled, earning the most disgusted looks off the two as you tried to lighten the mood, “I’m joking!”

“You better be.” Noah raised an eyebrow, “Is the traffic clearing up yet?”

You shake your head, looking at the road ahead. 

“Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.”

"So, Cali tomorrow..." Vinny said, looking over at Noah, "How are you feeling?"

"Great. I can't wait to be close to home again. We've got the day off as it'll be a lot of travelling so we're thinking of going to the beach."

"The beach?" Vin's eyes lit up, making you chuckle, "We are so having a sandcastle building competition."

"We are so not." Noah chuckled, taking the milkshake from Vinny.

"Why? Worried I'll kick your ass?"

"Honestly?... Yeah."

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You smile as you open your hotel door for Noah, inviting him in. He had clearly just had a shower, his hair damp as it sat messy atop his head, and he certainly smelled good. Oh how you loved his cologne.

It had been a few hours since the show ended, and had texts from both Noah and Vinny, both asking about seeing you tonight. You only let Vinny down as he had stayed with you the previous night, and you wanted to talk with Noah as you hadn’t had the chance to speak one to one today. 

“You certainly look happy,” you observe, commenting on the smile plastered on his face, “What happened?”

“Oh, nothing.” He said, his hands finding your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve thanked you for earlier- talking to Vin. It means a lot to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, doll.” Noah said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “I spoke to him just after the show, he wanted to clear something up, something I had said in the car was playing on his mind.”

“That’s good!” You smile, “So you can stop complaining when he’s around now.”

“I guess,” Noah sighed, “Unless he pisses me off again.” He chuckled before leaning down to kiss you. 

…

“Hey,” Vinny spoke up from behind Noah, “There’s something I need to tell you, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah,” Noah nodded, motioning for Jolly and Folio to go ahead and start loading the vans, “What’s up?”

“When we were talking earlier about how you find me a threat-”

“I don’t see you as a threat, Vinny.” Noah said bluntly. 

“Yeah, whatever, anyway… I just wanted to let you know there’s no need to think of me like that because y/n is not my type at all! I didn't want to say this with her around as I knew it would upset her, but I’d never think of her the way you seem to assume I do! And also she’s totally obsessed with you,” Vin grinned, “And I mean it, everything between us is strictly platonic!” 

“Really?”

“Why would I lie?”

…

“Noah… Noah?” You pant against the skin of his neck, nails digging into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist. He tilted his head to look at you, his hair falling over his face in a way you could only describe as heavenly. 

“Yeah?” He smirked, his movements coming to a halt inside you, his arms placed either side of your head, his biceps flexing as he holds himself above you. 

“I forgot to say I ran out of my pill… I’m sorry it just slipped my mind-”

“That’s not a problem,” he smiled softly as he pulled out of you to find his shorts, pulling a condom out of the pocket, “I always come prepared, sweetheart.” 

You smile at him as he slides the condom on, before getting back on the bed with you and gently tapping your thigh. 

“As much as I love looking at that pretty face I’m gonna need you to turn around, baby. On your knees.”

Meanwhile, Vinny was sitting alone in his hotel room, patiently waiting for Rick to return from the store with snacks. He read over the message he received from Chris, and began typing a reply, only to delete it and read the message once more. 

Hey! I was thinking about debuting Nothing Ever After at our next show! We’ve all had enough practice during souncheck so I feel pretty confident that we can do this, what do you think?

Vinny would’ve agreed, but after his sudden realisation earlier, he wondered whether that would be a good idea, given the meaning of the song. Now that he and Noah were finally on good terms, he didn’t want to ruin that when he finds out he actually has been lying to him all along, and that the lie had gone this far.

Maybe not just yet, we could always save it for our next tour? I feel like we need some more practice first. 

He sent his reply and dropped his phone down onto his chest. 

What was he doing? Lying straight to Noah’s face, and for what? So he doesn’t find out he’s actually in love with the person he’s also into?

If Noah was ever to find out, it wouldn’t only be Vinny that would be in trouble, but you too. 

But you meant too much to him to ever let go. He would do anything for you.

In that moment, Vinny made a promise to himself that if Noah was to ever find out about the two of you, and all the lies, he would take all the blame and full responsibility. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you hurt, and afterall, neither of you would be in this mess if he didn’t catch feelings for you. You seemed happy enough with Noah until he came along, the thought played on his mind and he found himself beginning to feel guilty, like this was all his fault. 

He sat up on the bed, running his hand over his face as he held back tears, it’s all my fault, he thought. But before he could begin to dig himself into a deeper hole with his thoughts, the door opened and Ricky called out,

“Honey, I’m home!”

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THEY WORKED IT OUT ON THE REMIX!!!!!!!!! @rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah @discocowgirly @rainy-darling

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: it’s a night to remember!

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT!! , brief vomit, talks of drugs?, anxiety, brief talks of depression, negative self talk, abusive relationship, brief talks of cheating, gaslighting, homophobia if you squint?

𝗔/𝗡: HELLO!!! i’m back after a long and unexpected hiatus. i’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff and needed some time to heal before i could start writing again, so thank you very much for being patient and understanding (for those of you who were). i love you, enjoy.

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“oh, god! fuck, i…i can’t…think straight!”

her face contorted, mouth hung open as profanities left her lips. the slight rocking of her hips against his face was elevating her chest to the air, throwing her head back, she tried her best to keep it from thumping against the hard wooden floor beneath her. her back was killing, but his tongue was too good for her to care.

“don’t think, just feel, baby.” he pulled away, gasping, before immediately diving back in between her legs. she involuntarily grabbed onto the back of his head for support, her fingers tangling into his hair. “fucking, so good, love. should have done this sooner.”

“fuck, please.” she could feel his tongue dance around her clit, his lyrical fingers pumping in and out of her mercilessly. it was rough, yet she felt taken care of at the same time. y/n’s neck arched, hitting her head on the back off the floor. the pain wasn’t nearly as powerful as her nearing climax that was shadowing her every move.

“would have fucked you in front of everyone, sweetheart.” he removed his mouth, leaning forwards to look down at her. his fingers were making scissoring motions inside of her, making sure he hit every spot as deep as possible. “would have fucked you in the gym. i’d have taken off those boxing gloves just to play with you in front of your brother, princess. why didn’t you ask me to fuck you? it’s so obvious how badly you wanted me to.” his scissoring motions turned back into curled thrusts, pushing even deeper into her. she didn’t even know that he could go that deep until he did, letting the loudest cry leave her lips.

“wanted to taste you so fucking bad, didn’t care where you were, just needed to eat your pussy.” his words were unadvised and just so taboo that it made her want to release the coil in her stomach even more. “who knew i’d end up eating you on your floor.”

“fuck, keep going.” she begged, tears beginning to form.

“what a sweet girl. letting me play with her pussy like this, knowing how wrong it is. gonna let me fuck her in front of her boyfriend.” her eyes were screwed shut, but his eyes never left her face, spewing vulgar obscenities while quickening his fingers, hitting as deep as he could.

“god, please…fuck!” she whined, looking back down at him. he moved back down to the wetness between her legs and replaced his digits with his tongue, slowly fucking into her. his nose hit her clit in the most perfect way, while he reached up to feel her tits through her shirt. “keep going, i’m so fucking close, please.”

“mm” he mumbled, moving to wrap his lips around her clit. the vibrations sent waves through her body and he could tell from the shake in her legs that she was gonna cum. in the blink of an eye, his mouth left her pussy and his fingers were knuckle deep in her again. the constant switching was wrecking her insides, bringing her so very close and playing with pleasure points.

“do it.” he took his other hand to grab the back of her neck, forcing her face a mere inches from his. “fucking cum. cum on my fingers.”

“fuck, VINNIE!”

“there you go, say my name..good girl, my good girl.” she could feel her body weaken as she came onto his fingers, cries and whimpers leaving her body. she didn’t have time to calm down before vinnie’s tongue was in between her folds again.

“please, i can’t.”

vinnie mumbled, obscene slurping noises emerging from below her. “i’m gonna clean you up, and then we can go take a shower, yeah?”

“mmhmm.” she laid back, her hair laid out on the ground beneath her.

“gonna fuck you for real in there, so try not to slip.”

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y/n woke up with the familiar pounding in her head and sweat clinging to her back.

“hey.” drakes hand was on her shoulder, cautiously looking at her. she looked shocked more-so than scared, but her shaking body and ragged breath was alarming to him. he looked over his sisters face while her unfocused eyes darted to random points in the room before her senses gave in and she could finally feel the heavy hand on her shoulder and make out the worried face in her view.

the minute her eyes met his, it was like she snapped back to reality. her thoughts could finally form again and the brief relief that washed over her was quickly replaced by the telltale feeling in her throat. her mouth quivered ever so slightly, her eyes shooting a warning-like look towards drake before she flew out of her bed and ran towards the nearest bathroom. she was sure to lock the door behind her, a weary drake turning her alarm off and following after her.

“y/n, are you okay?”

the sound of the toilet flushing was muffled through the door. y/n wiped off the side of her chin and looked at herself in the mirror for a split second before closing her eyes. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and drakes voice droned through her ears. the feelings of guilt became draconian and her fingers gripped the ends of the sink. thank fucking god she didn’t sleep at flloyd’s, or else this feeling would have been way worse.

lethal probably.

her and flloyd had already been in murky waters since drakes birthday. she couldn’t bring herself to forgive him for allowing drake to take ketamine that night. the words that vinnie told her, rung in her ears like an alarm. how apparently flloyd had been going behind her back and indulging in substances himself. that thought made her skin itch.

never in a million years did she expect that from flloyd.

roman? of course. but flloyd?

he was always sweet. he always seemed to listen to her. all the times she told him how worried she was for her brother, and this is what he does?

in all honesty, she would have still been ignoring him if it wasn’t for the event tonight. she was way too anxious about the prom to ignore him. that would just worry her more, so fake smiles and pushing feelings to the side was the way she planned to go.

you’re a fucking cheater.

“no-no i’m not.” she shook her head, her face hot. she couldn’t feel her legs and it was as if she was hovering above midair.

all she could think about was that night.

“it’s not my fault. i-i didn’t choose to dream that.”

but you liked it.

her heart broke. how could she be so careless? flloyd was a sweet boy and this is how she treats him?

flloyd deserves better. so did freddie.

“no, flloyd lied to me—“

you really believe vinnie? yeah because he’s a real reliable source, god. look at you, y/n! you’re fucking sickening.

she shook her head, drake’s fists stopped banging on the door. “no, he was telling the truth.”

you’re dumber now than you were in high school. no wonder you believe vinnie, you’re thighs are clenching together just thinking about him. you’re poor brother outside, worrying about you. little does he know that his little sister is a fucking whore who is using his best friend.

“that’s not what this is, that’s not true.”

why do you think freddie cheated on you in the first place? why do you think brittany left you? all you do is use people and then use ur sad tragic backstory to guilt them back.

drake pressed his forehead against the door, calling out to his sister again, before leaving to find something to unlock the door with.

it’s just like he said. you’re a-

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FLASHBACK 4 YEARS AGO

“fucking cheater!”

“that was wicked believable, i’m starting to take you seriously.” y/n laughed, a small ounce of worry in her stomach, boiling. she should have listened to it, but understandably she didn’t. i mean, the whole conversation was ridiculous, he couldn’t actually be upset by it, right?

“this isn’t a fucking joke, y/n!” he slammed his phone onto the table, the device sliding from the impact. “get the fuck out!” he slid his hands over his eyes.

wrong.

“wait, you can’t be serious… baby it was only a dream-“

“yeah, sure. get out.” he laughed coldly, looking up at the ceiling of his living room.

“are you fucking serious? freddie, you’re fucking delusional. it was a dream, it was funny. she laughed about it and so did i, we didn’t actually do anything! why are you being such a baby about this-“ y/n was cut off by freddie roughly grabbing her wrist and cornering her towards the wall.

“call me that one more fucking time.” his breath was hot on her cheek and her heart rate was racing. it was hard for her to focus on his words, with the sharp pain shooting through her wrist. she swallowed, her eyes too scared to leave his brown ones. if she knew that he was being serious, she wouldn’t have laughed earlier. now she knew she was in dangerous territory, like walking through a field of land mines. she knew better than to behave like that when freddie was upset.

“you’re hurting me.” her voice was only a mere whisper, and he tilted his head back laughing breathlessly, his grip staying the same.

“i never cheated on you.” she said sincerely, her eyes watering. her face looked like she was about to sob, while freddie’s stayed the same. cold like always.

her entire being changed that second. everything inside of her suddenly felt like it was working against her and not for her. she was internally screaming at herself.

you ruined everything.

how could your mind be so sick and perverted to do something like that?

why would he ever wanna be with you now.

“bullshit. that’s not what she fucking said.”

“what are you talking about?” she wiggled her arm slightly, to try and break his hold on her, but it only pissed him off more, as he bended her wrist backwards till she stopped moving, a small whimper leaving her lips.

“oh please, y/n!” he raised his voice, making her body jolt under his touch. “she told me about the night you two spent together. how you kissed her, how you try to join her whenever she takes showers.”

he’s right, y/n.

you’ve always been close with her. too close. the pet names and the cuddling. nothing in that is domestic.

you’ve been cheating on him this whole time. who’s to say that maybe one time when you were applying her lipgloss, that you didn’t get too lost in her lips and press yours against them?

“i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, that’s not true!”

“oh, okay, so she’s just lying?!”

britanny would never lie. atleast the britanny y/n knew.

she was her best friend. they’d been friends since they were kids and she had never been uncomfortable before. his words felt artificial as they traveled through her ears. she knew there was no way in hell that this was actually happening. when she told britanny that she had a sex dream about her, the two just laughed it off. it wasn’t nearly a big deal and y/n never thought to tell freddie about it because why would she? it’s just a dream and didn’t mean anything.

of course she would be uncomfortable.

you cling to her like a lost puppy.

she’s your only friend and by the looks of it, it’s gonna change.

watch, he’s gonna leave you too and so you’ll be all alone.

“i-“ freddie rolled his eyes and went to walk away but she pulled him back. “she is! she’s lying! i-i don’t know why but i swear, freddie it’s not true!”

she started crying. her mascara ran and her lips frowned and all she wanted to do was limp away like a lost little puppy. she had no idea what was happening. her brain couldn’t process it. he began going on about how he couldn’t trust her. about how embarrassing it was for him and how he couldn’t be the guy dating the only lesbian in school, but he said it in a much graphic and cruder way that she couldn’t help but be glad to have droned out. he eventually got sick of yelling at her to leave as she was frozen in place and left himself, towards the door.

you cheated.

all you do is hurt people.

look how upset you made him, he’s starting to walk away.

“freddie wait!” the door opening broke her out of her trance and she felt herself drop to her knees momentarily. she stood back up, taking deep breaths and trying to figure out what was happening.

britanny was betraying her. the very same britanny who she used to play on the playground with and share secrets. who she used to sleep over and eat mac and cheese with. who she swore she would be friends with forever.

there was no kiss. no romantic chemistry between them. she never made a move on her nor vice versa. this whole smear campaign was deeper of a betrayal than she saw coming.

her eyes darted to his phone vibrating on the table. he forgot to grab it when he ran off who knows where.

it was a squalid thing to do, going through his phone, in his living room inside his house. under any circumstance, it was deemed messy. well, any other circumstance.

she didn’t expect the notification on his phone to have her best friends name on it.

she unlocked it, knowing the passcode from the previous times she had seen him open it, and she tried to blink her tears away in order to reach the instagram message.

did you tell her yet? ❤️

it was all a plan. freddie was planning on leaving y/n for her best friend. her best friend had been plotting to steal him away for some time now and when y/n confessed her dumb sapphic dream she had about the two, she saw it as a chance to break them up. it made her sick knowing how meaningless the friendship was if she was willing to hurt her this badly just for another boy.

he’s probably on his way to go see her right now. why wouldn’t he? she’s so much better than you are. you’re a monster.

they’ll probably get married and have kids and you’ll still have a body count of one and zero friends, just like you deserve.

she wished she didn’t keep scrolling through their chats, but she couldn’t help herself. it got worse and worse, pictures and heart emojis became fuzzy as the tears came back. once she swiped out of the chat, she saw numerous others. all girls.

she didn’t even have to click on them to know what it was. the last sent texts had already proven it. tons of ‘you’re so fucking sexy’ and ‘she doesn’t have to know’ with a few hearts and water emojis littered in between.

the list was longer than she thought possible. he’d been cheating since two weeks into their two year relationship. just freshman year and she found conversations multiple classmates. her classmates. ones that she thought she could trust. everyone knew they were dating, how did no one tell her?

one date stuck out more than the others and it was a conversation with britanny’s old instagram account on the day that freddie took y/n’s virginity.

she shouldn’t have opened it.

i thought about you when i fucked her tbh.

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the only physical sensation she could feel was the aching of her now-fucked-up ankles from the sixty minute walk home. it felt like her eyes never left the ground, as if the entire timespan was spent watching as her uggs got darker and darker from the rain. the puddles that she’d usually avoid, she treaded through. something about the sixteen year old and how she walked and felt that night, or more-so how she didn’t feel, haunted her. it was like she couldn’t move anything but her legs that were on autopilot. she imaged that she looked like a ghost, her robotic movements lifeless and her tears still kept inside.

the familiar coolness of the doorknob was the only indication that she had arrived home. y/n had never been so dead in her life. closing the door quietly behind her, she felt the harsh burning of her teardrops bundled behind her eyes and she could feel the sweet release of them falling any second. the sound of drake talking on the phone was cathartic, the tv playing quietly in the background.

“drake?”

he glanced behind him, all muscles in his face dropping at the sight of his baby sister. her lip quivered and a tear from each eye fell almost in tune. he didn’t even say anything to the person on the phone as he quickly hung up, y/n bolting towards him at the same time.

drake picked her up in his arms, her wrapping her legs around him and feeling his hands on her back as she sobbed loudly in his neck. she didn’t say anything for a while. she just remembered her brother holding her and bringing her to the couch with him as she wailed, her head laying on his lap for a while while he ran his hands through her hair. she’d never cried so hard or so much in her life.

he was so used to seeing her happy. even if she wasn’t happy, she’d want drake to think so. always strong for her big brother. it was a pain that was unbearable seeing her like this. he didn’t know what to do but his body was dying to do something and he had to convince himself to stay gentle for her. to do what dad would have done.

but god, did she wail that night. heart wrenching sobs that never seemed to die down.

she knew that freddie had anger issues, and would constantly try to convince herself that that part of him wasn’t real. that it was just in her imagination. that he was perfect. she’d put her feelings to the side. always dimming her glow just so he could shine, because she figured that’s how it needed to be. drake remembered the few times he’d heard freddie raise his voice at his sister a little too much for his liking. how badly he wanted to ring his neck then like he wanted to do now.

no man on the planet was good enough for drake havoks sister.

drake was a guy himself, he knew all men were the same. they would just taint her or hurt her and fuck her over, and god knew that drake wanted that to never happen, but he also knew how much she loved love. he couldn’t take that away from her, not when so much of her life had already been ripped from her grasp.

it made sense that he was fine with flloyd and y/n dating. if she was going to date anyone, he’d want it to be with a guy who he knows inside and out. one who’s predictable and knows how dangerous drake can be when he’s upset, especially when his little sisters involved. flloyd’s a smart guy, not super logical and a bit of a dipshit, but a smart enough guy to know well enough to treat y/n like a princess. anything less than that, and drake would tear him apart.

if he was sober at least.

he knew y/n would have to grow up and have her own teenage experience, once that drake would have to deal with and allow, but he had spent so long trying to shield her from it. doing whatever he could to make her appear like a normal girl. like she wasn’t being raised by her brother. letting her have sleepovers with kids, putting on his deep voice and pretending he’s her father over the phone. it made her feel good. it kept eyes from her, and made her less of a target. he even sold his guitar to help buy her uggs when they were in style.

he knew she was already cool but if she wanted to be the cool popular girl at school and needed materialistic things to do so, drake would do whatever he could to make it happen. no amount of money was too much for her. she deserved the things she wanted and more and it killed him that he couldn’t give her that.

that horrible, billowy feeling in his stomach, as the realization that prom was only in a couple days, made him want to break everything in sight.

everything but her.

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NOW

she remembered holding freddie’s phone when his front door opened. his face held an expression different than before, softer than before, until it dropped at the sight of his phone in her hand. the texts shining on the screen.

to this day, she wondered whether or not he was gonna apologize. if he would have still been with her had she never seen the messages on his phone. maybe if she had just stood there and waited for him, he would have come back, arms open and a complete speech about how sorry he was and how much he loved her. maybe he would have kissed her and she wouldn’t have ever found out about his cheating. they would have worn their matching suit and dress to the prom that weekend and they would have never had any difficulties in their relationship ever again. happily ever after from there on out.

but that didn’t happen.

her glossy eyes counteracted his dim ones and she told him that they were over. that there was nothing left.

she remembered how much it hurt her to do so, and to this day she wasn’t sure where the courage and strength to walk out that door had come from.

she remembered crying that weekend, while scrolling through the numerous posts of him and britanny at prom. she didn’t go.

he still wore the suit she picked out for him.

she remembered seeing the familiar ‘x’ symbol next to britannys name, signifying that she had unadded her, and marking the end of their long friendship. losing the two closest people to her, with little to no closure.

she remembered the bruises on her wrist. the night of their breakup wasn’t the only time that he had inflicted bruises there. in fact, there were only brief periods of time when her wrists weren’t bruised. he’d always drag her down school hallways, and even if she told him to stop and that it hurt, he’d just keep doing it.

she didn’t know better though.

she was 14 and never had a boyfriend before. she didn’t necessarily have a representation of what a relationship should be as a kid. so, she just ignored it and would wear bracelets to hide them. they weren’t too pigmented, usually just a bright red at the start and then a dim purple, but the night of the breakup, her wrist had never hurt so bad.

they were bigger and didn’t start a bright red like they usually did. instead, they were an awful deep color, almost like if she had smudged eyeliner on her skin, before turning into a agonizing orange color. she couldn’t fall asleep with her wrist touching anything, or else it’d hurt her and keep her awake. she had even gone to the doctors to make sure it wasn’t sprained. ibuprofen was her best friend for a few weeks.

y/n went into a depression for the rest of highschool. she started going to therapy again and was prescribed meds to help her. up till graduation, she was miserable. the worst part was the nightmares though.

she couldn’t sleep without waking up screaming and crying. everytime she woke up it was like the morning after their breakup, all over again. she’d feel the betrayal and the pain and immediately look to her wrists, expecting to see bruises. she’d pick up her phone expecting to see texts from her now ex boyfriend, thinking that they were still together.

it got to the point where drake started sleeping in her room with her.

it was one night where he went to check on her to make sure she had taken her pills, a bottle of water in his hand.

“drake?”

“yeah?”

“can you stay with me?”

if it wasn’t the absolutely heart wrenching look on her face of desperation, he would have said no. he told her to scootch over and got under the blankets, which were blue at the time. they’d gotten the habit of watching friends together in her bedroom before she’d fall asleep, once he knew she was out of it, he’d slowly make his way to his room. although, often times he’d fall asleep with her.

once she turned 18, he began sleeping on the chair next to her bed, or even on the floor at times, since she was too old to share the bed with comfortably. eventually she got better and the nightmares stopped, but the rest of her school career, she spent nights with her brother, and because of it, it was difficult for him to date or talk to girls. it was as if he was a single father, the way his little sister had taken up so much of his life.

when she finally left the bathroom, drake wasn’t expecting the first words to be about their old friends marathons.

“are you okay?”

“do you remember when you used to sleep in my room?” she asked, seemingly a lot calmer than he assumed she’d be considering she had just threw up and ignored his shouting.

“yeah?” he was puzzled, his demeanor still on guard to make sure she was okay.

“thank you. for doing that. for staying.”

“of course..” she started to walk by him, towards her bedroom. “are you sure you’re okay?”

“yeah! i’m just nervous about tonight that’s all.” she stated with a smile before grabbing her skin care products and starting her morning routine.

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y/n woke up earlier than usual that day, in order to pamper herself as much as possible in preparation for the night. she had been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long and she wasn’t gonna mess it up. she needed to look perfect.

at first, she was gonna wear something more casual of a dress, until kelsey sent her a picture of the dresses that charli and nikita were planning to wear. now, she was hoping her dress would be enough.

she had spent the day texting kelsey, frequently asking questions and pondering on about worries she had. she’d texted mo and even flloyd a few times, trying to push the image of her sex dream with vinnie to the back of her head.

she was extra jumpy, grabbing her bags and making her way to kelsey’s house. the girl had forewarned her that two of her friends, loren gray and brooke kier, would be joining them, which only added to her anxiety. they already were immensely popular and knowing that she would be spending the night with them, including getting ready in front of them, was freaking her out.

this could literally be the biggest day of my life.

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10:30 AM

𝙣��𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙮

@ 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧

prom anyone? <3

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@ y/n: 👀

@ iamlorengray: oh i’m so ready

4:40 PM

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮/𝙣

@ Y/N

@ hypehouse see you soon 👀

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@ userone: WHAT

@ usertwo: IM SO CONFUSED?? NEW HYPE HOUSE MEMBERv???

@ userone: @ usertwo SHUT UP ILL LOSE IT

@ userthree: MOTHER IS FINALLY FEEDING US 🥳

@ userfour: you better fucking post some tiktoks or i stg

@ userfive: UMMM Y/N X CHARLI CROSSOVER??

@ usersix: MEET NIKITA PLEASE

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when y/n arrived at the address kelsey sent her, her heart stopped. she’d never seen the outside of the british girls house, only ever seeing inside her living room and bedroom in the background of her videos. the place made hazels house look like a kmart, and that’s not even being dramatic. the modern building was in a strange shape that resembled a tetris piece, it’s white walls holding the square windows that y/n could peer through to see the somewhat familiar staircase and halls of the house. she grew even more nervous at the sight of multiple, super expensive, cars in the drive way, one she recognized to be kelsey’s.

she’d spent all day working on skincare and planning, trying not to let the anxiety eat her away, but now that she was here, it all truly sinked in that this was happening. kelsey’s house was an hour away, so she offered to have y/n spend the night there along with brooke, loren, and their dates. she obviously agreed, given the opportunity to make more friends in the industry, yet would be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified. she quickly texted the brunette to tell her that she had arrived and waited for her response.

Kelsey 😘:

hey! come through the side door, i left it unlocked. ❤️💖😘

here goes nothing

she ignored the icky nervous feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach, as she continued her way towards the house, slamming the car door and leaving some of her stuff in the car while carrying the smaller things with her. her fingers gripped onto the bags she was holding, forming a tight fist till her knuckles became white, as a way to release some of the immense and sickly tension she felt in her chest. silver rings were worn on almost every finger, in honor of the special occasion. the girl felt weird walking into someone else’s house, especially one she had never been inside before, but since kelsey told her to, she opened the slider door.

entering the lavish building, she was immediately met with the sound of loren laughing nearby. it was a welcoming sound, despite not even seeing them face to face yet. her giggles were adorable and were sent through the hallways, leaving a light echo that traveled along the interior of the large, unexplored building. kelsey’s familiar berkshire accent droned out the laughs from the blonde girl, and while y/n couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, kelsey was never known to be quiet— her booming voice always draping over others and gaining everyone’s attention. even though some may find it annoying, y/n thought it was endearing the way the girl’s personality shone through her voice.

“she’s here!” kelsey shouted, hearing the slam of the slider door.

“hi!” y/n called out, a smile on her face as she walked towards them. the two girls were seated at a black granite counter that was off to the side of the kitchen, contrasting the white island of the kitchen. it was a different set up, as if there was a mini area with just a table that separated the kitchen from the living room.

there was make-up scattered around them, multiple cosmetic bags and two round mirrors with white lights around the rim. she noted the charcuterie board in the center of the counter with numerous fruits, all cut into different shapes, and while brooke arrived back from her trip to the bathroom and loren and kelsey got up to greet the girl, y/n felt her worries slowly get dimmer.

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all of the blueberry’s laid out amongst the fruit, had been eaten by y/n by the time everyone was done getting ready. she loved her two new now friends, but loren was definitely connecting to her on a different level. brooke was sweet but seemed a lot more distant. they immediately did what they could to make y/n feel more included, which started by loren offering her to pick the songs that they played while getting ready. y/n mentioned one direction, knowing that loren liked them as well. truth is, y/n always liked them but after meeting hazel and knowing that she’s loosely linked to them, it made her wanna go back and listen to the heartthrob band again.

they made small talk while trying to get to know the girl, including them asking about who her date for the night would be which resulted in an awkward attempt at y/n briefly touching on vinnie’s existence— the one boy who the girl already couldn’t stop thinking about.

she felt like she had fucked him. obviously she didn’t, and it was just a dream—so moreso like her subconscious fucked him— but boy did she feel guilty. her entire body was pulsating with nerves about what it was going to be like seeing him again. it all felt so real. the way he looked up at her from between his thighs…and it was a clearer image in her head than most actual memories were. she had the feeling that he would be able to know that somethings up, he had a way of reading her like that, so she focused on the drink that kelsey’s boyfriend sebastian gave her and the eyeshadow brush in between her fingers.

her makeup was fairly simple compared to the other girls, but she opted for a blue eyeliner instead of a black one when applying her winged liner, which matched with her space cadet blue dress.

the dress was an a-line gown that was lacy and sheer at the top and had spaghetti straps to go around her shoulders. the dress was sparkly all over, so much so that it would shimmer even when in the dark.

loren had a dress a similar color, but was a lighter teal and hugged her body a bit more than y/n’s did. it was sleeveless and arched at the chest with a long slit down the side, and had more glitter than y/n’s dress did. she braided brooke’s hair back while brooke strapped her black heels on. brooke wore a hot pink satin dress that had ripples in the front and a trail in the back while kelsey wore a more casual bodycon dress that was a glittery black.

y/n’s dress was the most gown-like and because of it, she second guessed herself that she was overdressed, which prompted the girls to remind her what the other partygoers were going to be wearing which immediately shut her up.

the whole afternoon, she spent with her phone nearby. she told the girls that it was because flloyd kept texting her, but the real reason was that she was anxious about vinnie.

what if he comes in a pair of sweatpants?

what if he doesn’t show up at all?

am i gonna regret this?

her mind was going 5x speed through all of the possible outcomes that could happen, even as they all were leaving.

brooke’s boyfriend and loren’s date were going to meet them there, along with vinnie, while sebastian and kelsey sat together, hand in hand, in the center of the limo they were in.

“you really never went to prom?” her british accent cut through the girls thoughts as she mindlessly played with the multiple silver rings on her fingers, her nails blue with stars painted on them.

“no…i didn’t.” her lips made a thin line and she crossed her legs, looking at the other two girls who were smiling back at her. she sat beside loren while brooke sat on the end, kelsey and her date across from them. brooke and loren were drinking what looked like champagne and were playing some song from the speaker of their phone, chanting and clearly excited for the night.

calm down, y/n.

everything’s gonna be fine.

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vinnie 🐞🤍

we just got here, are u close?

hello?

yeah

where are you

road was busy calm down i’ll be there in a sec

okay

everyone is walking in vinnie where are you

hurry up i’m holding everyone up

i’m here

“i’m sorry, he said he’s here.” she turned around, walking forwards down the path towards the gate and peered over the bushes and the cars, trying to see him. she had no idea what his car looked like, so she was a lost cause.

“hey.”

y/n jumped at the sudden voice in close proximity to her and her startled legs shook in her heels, causing her to lose her footing for a second till a hand grabbed her waist to steady her.

“hey, woah. you good?”

“god, vinnie— you scared me!” she put a hand on his chest, the space cadet blue suit sparking her interest.

she couldn’t believe it.

she assumed that he would wear something simple, but boy was she wrong. the color was exact and it fit him perfectly. not only that, but his nails were painted black, a detail she noticed as he scratched his scruff.

he looked so sexy that it was borderline dangerous.

y/n suddenly grew wary of the girls around them, a territorial instinct twisting inside of her.

oh god, get it together the night hasn’t even started yet.

“something wrong?” he asked, prying her eyes to meet his instead of looking at his tattoos that shown on his chest beneath the opened up white button up under his suit, perfectly placed under his silver chains. she couldn’t believe what she was looking at, it was almost too good to be true. his lips were puffy as if he had been chewing on them nervously and he leaned towards her, waiting for her to answer.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“yeah, well-“ he scoffed, letting his eyes wander downwards to land on her body.

he immediately regretted doing so.

y/n was a stunning girl, that was obvious, but something about seeing her in a gown like a princess with her hair straight and put together behind her shoulders, was killing him in ways he never thought would.

vinnie had never really found dresses attractive like that before.

but y/n? seeing her in one is changing his mind.

he cleared his throat, “you have something for me?” motioning to the box behind the girls back.

“oh, yeah. here.” pinning the white flower to his chest, she then noticed the corsage the boy was holding. “you got a corsage?” she asked, trying to ignore the way he gulped as he looked down at her while she applied it to the fabric.

“well, yeah.”

“have you been to prom before?”

“nope.”

“oh…” the two started walking towards the entrance of the mansion, “me neither.”

after awkwardly introducing him to the girls and their dates, they made their way inside.

“wait.” vinnie blurted, causing his date to turn around confused. the look on his face showed that he truly wasn’t expecting the word to leave his mouth, but once it did, he couldn’t stop.

“you look really beautiful tonight.”

an immediate blush arose to the girls cheeks but she tried to play it cool, thanking him. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

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this is the event she got all worried about?

sure, the place was filled to the brim with influencers, but it was filled with even more camera crews with cameras that were only focused on the hype house members.

she could barely get a word in with how busy with the crews they were. she assumed that they were talking about whatever drama was happening for their netflix documentary, but they forgot about everyone else in at the party, or they just didn’t care.

it was honestly pathetic.

there wasn’t really meeting new people, instead it was just groups of already friends with their dates talking in corners while trying to hide substances from the cameras that were lingering around the place. while brooke and kelsey were busy with their dates, loren was single but that didn’t stop her from being in the center of the dance floor (if you could even call it that). as soon as they finished taking pictures at the photobooths, they all jumped to doing their own thing. loren stopped to make sure y/n didn’t wanna join her, but she opted to stay alone with vinnie and uncomfortably be in the corner away from the hectic mess.

it wasn’t very ‘influencer’ of her, but honestly? her brain was so broken from vinnie’s presence that she found it more exciting standing beside him than meeting and gossiping with charlie and dixie.

she thought that she was fine, but then she’d get hit with flashes of the image of vinnie shirtless on top of her, and she’d lose focus. instead of paying attention to what could be the biggest moment of her life, she couldn’t help but wonder how big her dates dick was and she swore he could read her thoughts with the way he kept eye fucking her.

it felt good seeing how his focus stayed on her rather than the numerous hot girls that surrounded him.

that was until it didn’t.

one girl in particular started chatting the boy up and even though he clearly wasn’t interested, y/n’s vision made it seem that he was. he knew that this was merely for business. that y/n would rather go with any other guy, but he happened to be the best fit; but that didn’t stop him from wanting to give her a good time.

it started with him dragging her more towards the action, keeping his distance while dancing to whatever lil wayne song was playing in the background, but he grew more and more aggressive throughout the songs.

what y/n didn’t know was that some hype house guy kept staring down the valley of her breasts whenever she would face his way, causing hacker to clench his jaw and redirect her so she was looking at him.

“you okay?” she shouted over the music. he insisted he was fine just to keep her dancing. vinnie’s brain kept repeating the same thing;

she’s dressed like a princess, she shouldn’t be ogled so inappropriately by fuckboys.

in fact, she shouldn’t be talking to any guys here as far as i’m concerned.

vinnie hacker? possessive?

usually not, but tonight he was.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙤

“come onnnn..” he dragged out, barely any liquor in his or his dates system.

“you seriously wanna dance? to this song?”

i used to know but now that shit don’t feel right

it made me put away my pride

every one was slow dancing with their dates and vinnie saw the opportunity to do the same with her. after seeing how upset she looked watching all the couples kiss and dance, he figured she deserved at least one good dance.

“if you don’t dance with me right now, i will take my pants off in the middle of the dance floor, havok.”

“fuck! okay, fine i’m coming. i just..didn’t think you’d wanna dance to be honest.”

i’m wishing i could make this mine

his tattooed hands found themselves on her waist, and for someone who hadn’t been to prom, he seemed to know a thing or two about slow dancing. he was a gentleman to her all night, and she couldn’t believe it. no lewd comments or crude jokes; yes, he would imagine her without the dress on whenever she’d look away and memorize her body, but she didn’t need to know that, hence she was doing the same thing. the slim line between her dream and reality was becoming slimmer by the second and that look in his eyes when she’d talk to him wasn’t helping.

think about flloyd.

think about drake.

if you need it

we could make it

“it’s prom, of course i wanna dance. i’m not a loser.”

usually vinnie knows the things that make him tick. what to do to get him going and what to avoid thinking about, especially in public, but right now he had no fucking idea.

if you want it

you can have it

her chest was in such close proximity to him that he could feel her body heat. while the thought of her sex dream with him finally left y/n’s mind, vinnie’s just got dirtier.

maybe it’s the fact that she doesn’t try to change him. maybe it’s how she is honest with him or maybe how she’s his polar opposite.

but then again, it could also be how she looks like an absolute royalty just begging to be fucked.

whatever he’d have to do in order to have her then and there at that party, he would do.

they gon find you

gon catch you sleepin

her cheek rested against his shoulder and he concealed his thoughts as best to his ability. he couldn’t let her know what he was thinking, he needed her to think that he couldn’t care less. vinnie hacker at a prom? never, he’s too cool for that.

but little did she know that he was just about red hot in her arms.

now don’t you close your eyes

is there sex pollen in the air?

what is it that is making the boy so fucking horny for the girl he was holding? while she talked he prayed that she’d keep her face where it was, scared that the sight of her lips and her eyes looking up at him would snap the cord that was in his chest.

“i’m sorry for dragging you to this…it’s not as fun as i assumed it’d be.”

it was true. she thought that she’d be right in the middle of the hype house members, filming tiktoks with them and listening to their dirty secrets, but instead it was clearly just for pr. she wondered what a real hype house party would be like. one that wasn’t monetized and full of camera men. she assumed that she’d like it a lot more than this.

“i’m just glad that you’re actually making an effort and not fucking some girl on a bathroom sink.”

too late

you wanna make it right but now it’s too late

those words were enough to push him over the edge.

hearing her say ‘fucking’ and ‘bathroom sink’ made him think about how it felt when he hooked up with hazel after seeing y/n’s chest covered in water that she ‘spilled’ onto herself. he wondered how loud her moans would be against shower walls. would the partygoers be able to hear them through all the noise? he’d make sure that they did.

“jesus fuc-“ he lightly pulled away, y/n looking up at him confused.

“what’d you say?”

vinnie felt a buzz in his pocket, signifying that he got a text message. “nothing-no, i was just saying that you really owe me for this..” his hand went to the back of her head, keeping her against his chest as they swayed. he snaked an arm out to check his phone, cursing mentally about how perfect the night would have been if it wasn’t for his immense horniness;

that, and the fact that the text he got was from hazel who was outside of the hype house calling his name.

━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━

@justalostgirl @obliviatevamps @letsjustbeourselves

@starslcve @bakerkells @mrs-woodwesleyobrien

@isabelleforest73 @creepytoes88 @wrldofspice

@soapiaa @tremendousalpacawitch @devilsbooksworld

@lidiyabest @maurauderswhxre @tranquiiit @etleseraphin

@heizenka @radioblah-blah @eilishbby @laylasbunbunny

[serialkilluh1996]

𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘™

House of wax teen-AU pt. 2

Warnings; none I can think of

Given your predicament, you had to spend the night with the unusual trio, though the stay was more than welcoming.

² stay the night

Slowly opening your eyes, you groan as you begin to sit up, looking back to see Vincent sleeping rather peacefully as he spooned you, his long arms tight around your waist. It was now completely dark outside, as you could hear the sound of crickets chirping right outside.

You looked around, noticing your necklace had disappeared. The one thing you had brought was now missing, and you didn't have the energy to care where it went. What did bother you, however, was the time. By the sound of the bugs, you could tell it was pretty damn late. It was obvious your crew had gone home by now, and if they had looked, they decided it was too dark to find you. It almost upset you, just knowing how easily they'd given up on you, but you knew you wandered off on your own.

Finally, you heard the sound of a door unlocking, followed by two pairs of footsteps and a loud thud as if something had fallen over. Vincent immediately wakes up, moving his arms from around you in a swift motion, as if to avoid getting caught with you. You stood up from the bed as one pair of footsteps proceeded up the stairs, the other going elsewhere, seemingly lower into the house.

"Sorry, we took so long. i wasn't expectin' us be out for so many hours," Lester scratched his chin as he stood in the doorway. "Did you find them?" You asked. You knew they hadn't, but you couldn't resist asking.

"'Fraid not, miss. i think they left withoutcha." You frowned at his answer. Your family was likely worried and panicking. "Where is Bo?" "He's downstairs handling some business. you can call your parents if ya want." he suggested, trying to make you feel better. Lester brought you downstairs while Vincent followed close behind, watching as you made your way to the house phone.

You sat down on the couch as you dialed your mom's/dad's number, Vincent and Lester waiting eagerly with you for them to answer. They could sense your unease.

"Hello?" "[+], it's me."

you explained how you ended up in said situation and told them about the nice yet peculiar people you'd met in the process. soon after, the phone hung up.

"How'd it go?" Bo busted through a back door, small traces of blood on his hands. "My [+] is coming to pick me up tomorrow. What happened to you?" You asked curiously. "Nothin' much. We had some truck difficulties on the way back, and i hurt ma self in the process." Bo states.

"I thought you knew how to work on cars?" "Yeah, well, it was dark outside." He responded defensively, making his way towards the stairs. Bo tapped Vincent on the shoulder, signaling what time it was. Vincent nodded, making his way to the back door.  Lester took a seat beside you, removing his cap. "How're those injuries holdin' up?" Lester asked. "Pretty good. Vincent cleaned them and wrapped them up." You responded. 

"Aw, did Doctor Vinnie patch ya up good?" Lester gushed. you giggled at his remark. "He may seem off, but he's a real sweetheart. Very caring n' protective. He hates seein' us get hurt. Why, he's practically a personal nurse for Bo as much as he gets injured. He really puts the hospital in southern hospitality." Lester leans back, stretching his legs out. He seemed to really like talking to you, even if there wasn't much important to say.

Bo walked back downstairs, now wearing a white tank-top and some dark green drawstring plaid pajama pants. Your stomach began to grumble audibly, loud enough for both Bo and Lester to hear. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I see someone's hungry." Bo teased you as he strolled towards the kitchen. "You want me to cook?" Lester offered, smiling. "Pfft, no. what are you gonna cook, roadkill?" Bo side eyed him as Lester frowned at his brother's remarks. Those two seemed to fuss at each other a lot.

Vincent returned from downstairs, his apron covered in wax. "What's with the wax?" You asked curiously.

"Vincent makes wax figures." Lester answered for him. "Really? Can i see them?" You asked eagerly. "I wouldn't suggest it." Bo intervened. "Please?" You began to beg, obsessed with the idea of seeing them. Vincent nods, grabbing your hand and taking you to a separate room. There were two wax figures dancing, both being life-size.

Over to your right were miniature wax figures. as you took a closer look, you found that they were all signed 'Vincent' in beautiful cursive. "Vincent, these are beautiful." You tell him. He stares at the ground bashfully, his long hair draping over his face. His breathing thickened with his nervous aura.

"What's in that room downstairs?" you questioned. Vincent looked both ways, making sure his brothers weren't around. Looking you in the eyes, he pulled your hand, bringing you to the ominous staircase that hid many secrets. What were you about to see?

As Vincent led you down the stairs, you were met with a weird room that was illuminated by some sort of open incinerator. Beside it sat a table with few tools and a few tanks of wax. But that's not what got you. It was the weird machine that seemed to fit a human. Like a stretch but with spikes.

Being that you were not too familiar with how wax sculptures were made, you thought it was used to make the life-sized statues, in which, you weren't completely wrong, but there was still more to the story. that's when you noticed a familiar figure in the corner. You weren't positive, but it looked just like the guy who would often tick you off back home. Obviously, it was just one of Vincent's statues, but the resemblance caused a sort of unease.

"This looks awesome." You say to Vincent. "How do you make them so realistic?" Vincent begins to twirl his hair, unsure how to answer. You were getting far too nosy, but he didnt want to cause you any harm. You weren't much different from the many others who'd come to town, all curious about his work. But you were the only one who acted so kindly around him, even compared to Bo.

"VINCE!" Bo yelled out, and he snatched you by your arm and sprints back up the stairs. Suppressing your pants of loss oxygen, you and Vincent stand beside eachorhwe with slightly guilty expressions, hoping, praying that Bo wasn't onto you.

"You start fixing on the plates. I need [×] to come with me real quick." Nervously, Vincent walked into the kitchen, and Bo led you to the front porch. "Is something wrong?" You asked him. He could tell you were timid, but he paid it no mind. "No, not at all. I just figured you needed some fresh air." He took a seat on the stairs. "Tell me, [×]. When you separated from your group, it was because someone was bullying, wasn't it?" He asked as you sat beside him, listening to the sound of crickets chirping, the summer breeze blowing against you.

"How did you know?" you asked. "Lucky guess." He tells you with a cocky laugh. You think back to the wax figure in the basement. He'd been pestering you, and in order to get away, you wandered off into the woods. That's when you fell down that ass-scented hill and met Lester. "It's this boy. He talks a lot of shit, but i'm used to it." You told him. "Well, you shouldn't have to be used to it. I don't think you'll have to worry about her anymore." He chews on his lip skin.

"And how would you know?" Bo snickered at the question, "Lucky guess." he says, going on to chuckle. "What is with you and these lucky guesses?" You ask. "I'm a pretty lucky guy. Lucky enough to have met you, anyway." He pinches your cheek.

"Vincent's done with the plates." Said Lester, appearing out of fucking nowhere. "Alright. You should probably go in and eat." Said Bo. "We....Don't really eat together." He states.

"Oh, i see." You said. "I'll eat with you if you want!" Lester happily volunteered. "Ew, don't creep her out!" Bo yelled. "I'm nooot!" Lester said in protest, making you laugh. As the three of you walked in the kitchen, Vincent handed each of you a plate, heading down to the basement, and Bo made his way to his bedroom. Lester took you to his room, letting you sit on his bed.

"Where are you going to lay?" "The floor, of course." He tells you. "Wanna watch a movie while you eat?" He asked. "Uh, sure." Lester puts a dvd in the player. After eating, you were out cold, not even concerned with the film Lester put on. "Awww." Said Lester covering you up. "Only seventeen minutes in, too. Shame."

He grabs your empty plate. Vincent walks in, staring at your sleeping form. "What's wrong, Vinnie?" He sighed, looking over at Lester. "Aw...it's okay. I want her to stay too but...we only have to options. You know how Bo is. We kill her, or we let er go home. And j think it's best that we stay in his good graces while he feels kind enough to let er live." Vincent runs a hand across your forehead, down to your cheek. Like he's studying your face. Every curve and contour, every line and bump. He's memorizing it with his fingers.

He knew he'd never forget you.

I hope you enjoyed this, and you can find other parts of this story under the first tag (#𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘™). You can support me by liking, reblogging, commenting, and many other forms of engagement. Remember to stay hydrated, stretch your limbs, and if all else is too much, breath. Thank you for your time <3

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My Reaction To The Monarchal Summit (Spoilers)

- PORTER IS AN ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE OMG (here I though we would get to see him and treasure interact again 😔)

- VINCENT WAS BEING SO NICE ABOUT IT TOO 😭

- CHRISTOPHER YOU BITCH SHUT UP

- Leave Vinny alone he is stressed enough 😭

- OF COURSE HE'S FRIENDS WITH ALEXIS

- OMG DARLIN AND ALEXIS FINALLY MEET

- BRUH NOT THE TURNING COMMENTS

- THE FIGHT COMMENT ?? HELLO ??

- HAHA NOT ALEXIS BEING CALLED THE FAMILY DISAPOINTMENT 💀

- OKAY PORTER IS AN ASSHOLE, BUT AT LEAST HE HELPS

- Side note: I like how it's obvious that Darlin still struggles with their anger and lashing out, I feel like it gives them depth.

- Porter can track people, cool :D

- Aaaand Sam and Darlin are after Alexis, fun 😀

- Oof not the Solaire House being called dysfunctional 💀

- Also, Now Quinn has friends???? 😭

- I love the reputation of the pack omg

- “Roll around with dogs” “big bad wolf” Bruuuh

- Protective Milo >>>>>>

- Also not Porter zeroing in on Sweetheart 💀

- Closeknit AND the inversion ????

- THE HOUSE OF BENNETT THEY WERE THE MEAN ONES

- UGH PORTER IS SO FUSTRATING HE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE BUT LIKE UGH

- ASH IN HIS BETA TITLE OMG

- YES INVESTIGATOR SWEETHEART

- “…To tell the ✨️bitch to shove it ✨️”

- OMG PORTER TRYING TO FIGHT AS A DISTRACTION

- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

- ALEXANDER DIED ?????!?!? WHAT ??? BRO ???

[kiradrabbles]

Masterlist & fandoms i take ❤️

Hello! I'm Kira! i go by He/xey/it/🩸/rev/vamp! Call me my neopronouns and i love you 🫀

Fandoms i'll do: Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Everymanhbrid, Tribetwelve, and Mlanderson0.

I'll take smut, fluff, angst, headcanons and matchups! I will also write both canon x canon and canon x y/n !

I will not take Pedophilia and Zoophilia! I will do everything else!

Without further adieu, a list of all the stuff i've posted here:

masterlist:

texts that contain multiple characters will be included in each characters list. nsfw texts are in BOLD. texts that mention nsfw will be specified.

Creepypasta:

---- Toby:

Yandere Ticci Toby x AFAB reader fic

Ticci toby x AFAB reader NSFW alphabet

Ticci toby x AFAB reader noncon drabble

ticci toby x grunge/emo AFAB reader (mentions NSFW)

Marble hornets:

----- Brian:

Brian Thomas x AFAB reader fluffy morning sex, pre-MH

Tim, Brian & Alex x volleyball AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

---- Tim:

Tim Wright x Reader NSFW Alphabet

Tim, Brian & Alex x volleyball AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

----- Alex:

Alex Kralie x AFAB S/O recording sex headcanons

Alex kralie x gn S/O highschool sweetheart headcanons

Tim, Brian & Alex x volleyball AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

Everymanhybrid:

----Evan:

Evan, Vinny and Jeff x volleyball player AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

----Vinny:

Evan, Vinny and Jeff x volleyball player AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

----Jeff:

Evan, Vinny and Jeff x volleyball player AFAB S/O headcanons (mentions NSFW)

Tribetwelve:

Mlanderson0:

if you request me i'll love you forever ❤️

[pick-a-plush]

Hello! I've been seeing a lot of Puff Pals polls and wanted to request one with Vickie the Sweetheart Bat? With liberty to add anything else, I'd just love to see that one in a poll. I hope you don't mind me sending bat requests, bats are my special interest and I love seeing them included in polls, I even have my own bat plush blog now! :>

I don’t mind at all! I’m open to any requests at any time, as long as they’re appropriate and in fact plushies. Your request checks all the boxes! Good luck with your new blog!! ❤️

[starlightandetherealshadows]

Hello hello!

What kind of pet names do the ros like to use for their partner(s), if any? How about what they like to be called if they’d like that :o?

Have a lovely afternoon!

Hi honeybee, ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Ayana/Adriel: *will call MC darling, sweetheart, baby (in private). petnames make them blush so they'd get embarrassed to be called them in public. MC is welcome to call them anything though! Ayana can be called Aya by her romantic partners. Adri for his.

Xa'eks/Xa'veed: MC can call them whatever they want (they find human petnames so fascinating), but they will call MC "mouse, pet, lat'mi ("my purpose" in their language bc there is no formal word for love)"

Zero: V calls them "princess" regardless of Z's gender because they are an asshole (Z secretly likes it shhhhh). Zero will call MC "love" or "mon cœur (my heart) or duck.

MC can call them anything, but they like being called angel, baby, mine, beautiful, Z regardless of gender likes being called pretty btw just a note just a HINT.

Veronica/Vincent:

*will accept being called 'babe' by MC (and that's what they'd call MC every once in a while), anything else will get a "don't call me that". *

*Zero is the only person on Earth that can call V "Ronnie" or "Vinny" and live.*

Cecelia/Chase:

*LOVES petnames, you can call them anything you want and they'll get a goofy, happy smile on their face (that they try to hide)*

*will call the MC babes, baby, sweet thing*

They're all so precious I LOVE THEMMMM

All my love,

Cheye

[issie-https]

Hello

If you had to pick 12 photos for each zodiacs signs what would be ?

you can also pick izzy's songs or songs that you like or fit with zodiac, I just love everything related with izzy

Hiya! I’ve dug through the Internet, deep and wide to find some pictures and I finally found them. I also had to split it into 2 parts(sozzz)

Part 2

Aries

Dates: March 21 - April 19

Sign: ♈️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Lady Gaga, Elton John, Gerard Way, Damon Albarn, IZZY MF STRADLIN!!! and Angus Young(AC/DC)

What I think of you: Y’all are okay but my mum is an Aries and she’s a cunt so kinda hinders my views. Aside from that, youse are badass!!

Why I chose the picture: you make me think of arson❤️ jk, it’s badass and so are you!

Taurus

Dates: April 20 - May 20

Sign: ♉️

Musicians with the same zodiac: 🩷Melanie Martinez🩷, Stevie Wonder, Patrick Stump, Krist Novoselic, Cos Sylvan(Ghost bassist), Mick Mars Joey Jordison(rip ml❤️) and Eric Brittingham.

What I think of you: Cool people! I mean, just from the musician list alone, y’all are cool.

Why I chose the picture: you’re cool and wholesome and this pic makes me feel that way.

Gemini

Dates: May 21 - June 20

Sign: ♊️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Paul McCartney, Lionel Richie, Prince, STEVIE NICKS!!!!!, Tom Jones, Lenny Kravitz and Noel Gallagher.

What I think of you: 50/50. You’re either a sweetheart or a cunt🫶🏻

Why I chose the picture: Two faced biatches

Cancer

Dates: June 21 - July 22

Sign: ♋️

Musicians with the same zodiac: LANA DEL REY!!!, LUKE HEMMINGS!!!, Cyndi Lauper, ASHTON IRWIN!!!, RINGO STARR!!!, Eric Carr, Mick Fleetwood, Sandy West, Joey Kramer, BRIAN MAY!!! Honourable mention: Danny Ric(Formula One)

What I think of you: I fucking love youse! Look at the list of musicians and try and tell me they’re not iconic!

Why I chose the picture: it’s relaxing and youse are relaxing.

Leo

Dates: July 23 - August 22

Sign: ♌️

Musicians with the same zodiac: SLASH❤️❤️, Whitney Houston, Madonna, Mick Jagger, JAMES HETFIELD!!!, Ayesha Erotica, Pat Smear, Vinnie Vincent, ROGER TAYLOR!!! And JOHN DEACON!!!

What I think of you: I hate you because of my brother. But Slash cancels it out so I fucking adore you💋💋💋

Why I chose the picture: Kings & Queens🫶🏻

Virgo

Dates: August 23 - September 22

Sign: ♍️

Musicians with the same zodiac: Michael Jackson(HeeHee), FREDDIE MF MERCURY❤️, Amy Winehouse, Bill & Tom Kaulitz, Liam Gallagher, Ricky Horror, Joe Perry, Lita Ford, Gustav Schafer, JESS MARGERA!!! And Mikey Way.

What I think of you: I haven’t met too many Virgos but the ones that I have met are badasses but in a respectful way. Like, you demand the attention of a room but if something isn’t about you, you make sure whoever it is about has that attention!

Why I chose the picture: Love it just like i love you❤️

[gabykatttt]

Welcoming

Vinny was 9 months pregnant. She was feeling nervous about giving birth to her beautiful baby boys.

I’m so nervous honey Vinny said.

It’s gonna be okay sweetheart I’ll be here for you Richard replied with a smile on his face.

Vinny smiled softly as her water broke.

Richard the babies are coming!! Vinny yelled.

Richard panic to call the ambulance.

Few minutes later the ambulance arrived to pick up Vinny and Richard to reach the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital

Vinny was placed in the room to give birth while Richard holds her hand gently.

It hurts honey Vinny said crying out in pain.

It’s okay darling I’m here Richard said.

The nurse enters the room to start the delivery.

Alright sweetie I’m gonna need to push as hard as you can okay the nurse said putting on her gloves.

Vinny nodded as she started pushing with force squeezing Richard’s hand.

Ow that hurts darling Richard said holding her hand gently.

God it hurts so bad Vinny said.

You’re almost there sweetheart just keep pushing the nurse said.

Vinny cried out again as she pushed even more.

Few hours later

Darling look at them they’re so beautiful Richard said looking at the babies.

Hello my beautiful boys Vinny said crying out in tears of joy.

Hello my little ones Richard said with a smile.

Congratulations you two feel free to name your babies the nurse said.

What should we name them? Richard asked.

I’m going to name them Alvin,Simon and Theodore Vinny replied.

Those are beautiful names darling I love it Richard said.

The babies opened their eyes looking at their parents.

Welcome to the family Alvin,Simon and Theodore Richard said giving the babies kisses.

Hello Alvin, Simon and Theodore Vinny said also giving the boys gentle kisses on their heads.

@simplydannie @once-ler-ask-blog153 @kiya-buggie @horrorartist23 @starz33

[takecareluv]

hello, could you write something where y/n is not famous but she's dating vinnie and his fans doesn't really like her and sending hate to her and saying that vinnie should cheat on her, she's getting insecure and starting to believe that he would actually cheat on her because there are so many pretty girls but they sit down to talk and he comforts her?😊

a.n. hi, my love. thank you for requesting something! this is actually my first time writing a request so i hope i did okay and you like it !!! mwah <3

ignore the comments || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie were together for over eleven months, the happiest eleven months of your life might you add. however, up until recently you had been a secret to the public eye. with the reaction from fans of vinnie’s previous flings, most of which were made up rumors sourced on twitter, you thought it would be best to wait putting your relationship onto the internet for everyone to criticize. 

on the other hand, vinnie couldn’t wait to show you off: his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. but he knew how apprehensive you were, especially with not being used to the lifestyle and the thousands of comments that came along with it. 

but now that you were approaching a year into the relationship, you thought it might be time to make it instagram official, especially with all the speculations people already had when it came to the mystery girl that was constantly seen next to the golden boy himself. 

when your one year anniversary came around, you and vinnie celebrated by recreating your first date; a picnic on the beach. you had the best time, eating little sandwiches while watching the sunset and reminiscing over the last year together. by the end of the night, you were scrolling through all the photos you took, wanting to remember the day forever. upon seeing one you particularly liked of you kissing vinnie on the cheek with the cotton candy skies perfectly displayed in the background, you turned your phone to show vinnie, “i like this one, you should post it.”

“are you serious? you’d be okay with that? we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” vinnie continued to ramble until you finally shut him up with a kiss. 

“yes i’m sure. it’s been a whole year, i think it’s about time we stop hiding things,” you responded with a smile. 

with you final approval, vinnie took the post to instagram with the caption: one full year with my baby and i have loved each and every second of it. thank you for sticking by me all this time. i love you, sweetheart. <3

the post was quickly received by his fans, and before you knew it both your names were trending. while some people were so kind with their support of you two, a lot of vinnie’s fan were none too happy of you quote unquote stealing vinnie from them. 

from that day you continued to receive more and more hate for your relationship with the tiktok star. you tried your best to ignore it, focusing more on the nice words, but as those became few and far between, you decided to just disregard the comment section all together. 

that was working well for you until one night vinnie was begging you to join him on stream, excited that you no longer had to hide behind the camera. and when vinnie brought out those puppy dog eyes it was hard to say no. 

when you finally gave in, vinnie happily pulled you onto his lap, introducing you to chat as he prepared to start a new game. while he was swiftly distracted by the game beginning in front of him, you were left to focus all your attention on the one thing you had been trying you hardest to ignore the last week or so: the comments. even with how rapidly they were flashing by your eyes, you were able to catch a few common phrases. 

user1: vinnie is surrounded by the prettiest girls and he chooses her? 

user2: you could do so much better vinnie

user3: I don’t see the hype, she’s not even that cute.

user4: when you finally leave her, hit me up

user5: he’s definitely gonna end up cheating on her

reading that last one, you finally had enough and abruptly stood up from vinnie’s lap excusing yourself to go to the bathroom where chat nor vinnie could see you cry. 

although, vinnie, who was very concerned about your sudden exit, told chat he would have to end stream early and promised he would be back the next day. once he knew everything was turned off as it should be, he made his way to the bathroom door you had locked minutes ago. “baby can you please open the door? i want to make sure you're okay,” he said calmly. 

moments later he heard the click of the lock being undone and the door hesitantly being pushed open. his heart never could have prepared him for the sight of his sweetheart of a girlfriend with tear stained cheeks, mascara running down her face. 

“oh baby. c’mere, what’s wrong? please don’t cry.”

“you’re fans, they hate me,” you said between sobs. “and, and i don’t blame them. you have so many pretty girls falling at your knees and then look at me. i’m not nearly as perfect and skinny like them. i’m scared you’re gonna leave me for any one of them once you realize how much better you can do.”

vinnie couldn’t believe that you would talk about yourself like that, could you not see how beautiful you truly were? how head over heals in love with you he was?

“baby, stop. don’t say any of that. i don’t want any of those girls, i want you my love. you are perfect to me and that’s all that matters. who cares what the comments say, most of them are just jealous twelve year olds trying to get under your skin. i love you and only you. i’m in it for the long haul so i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re stuck with me,” he finished saying before showering your face with kisses until a smile finally crept across your face. 

“okay, okay i get your point. i love you too.” you replied with a giggle. 

“good. now c’mon. i’m going to run you a bath and then we will spend the rest of the night in bed, just us. no social media, and definitely no comments okay?” vinnie stated with a pointed finger, pulling you to stand.

“okay,” you agreed, “thank you for taking such good care of me. i really don’t deserve you.”

“baby, you deserve the world and more, when are you going to realize that?” “now let's go, get undressed.”

“jeez if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

vinnie just laughed as he started the bath for you, making sure to add one of your favorite bath bombs, allowing the water to turn a beautiful purple. once it was filled and to the right temperature, you got in, finally feeling a little bit more relaxed. 

“join me?” you asked shyly. and of course within seconds the boy was undressed and stepping into the bath to sit behind you. 

you and vinnie sat intertwined in the bath until it got cold, and for the rest of the night remained in bed watching your go to comfort movies. 

by the time you were falling asleep, you had forgetten all about the negative comments, only thinking about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like vinnie. 

[slasher-lovers-blog]

How would Bubba, Thomas and Vincent react when their S/O calls them sweetface and handsome?

Hello!

That is a great opportunity to write some bubba/thomas/vincent fluff <3

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba never is used to being called nicknames, except rude ones. But when he had cooked his s/o and brought it to them when they were sick, it happened. He had entered the room and saw his s/o lay in bed.

They got ill a few days ago and he had taken care of them. He placed the plate of food on their lap and smiled. He waited until they finished. When his s/o looked at him and smiled, his heart raced faster. "Sweetheart, you so kind to me" they said. Bubba blushed and squealed softly.

He loved it.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas loves his s/o. He would protect them. He was heading to the bedroom as he sees them laying on bed, but they weren't sleeping. They were looking at photos. Photos of Thomas. He turned red, embrassed. Thomas sat by their side and looked. "You were so cute as baby! Oh Tommy, i wanna keep those pictures" they said. He blushed, hearing them use a nickname for him. It was cute.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was working in his workshop, sculpting another one for the day. His eyes focused on how he smoothed the skin. He didn't hear his s/o walk down the waxed stairs. Their arms suddenly wrapped around his chest. "Hello Vinny, are you working hard?" They asked, calling him by his nickname. Vincent just nodded, trying to focus on his art. "You are pretty handsome when working" they giggled in his ear. "What a sweetface".

Vincent stopped working and turned around. He holds them in a hug, nuzzling their neck. He loved it that his s/o calls him handsome. He really found himself a angel.

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Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Twenty

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chapter warnings: nfsw!!! non-proof-read smut! because once i've written it i'm dipping...

from after this chapter i think these are my favourite chapters i've written because writers block was kicking my ass so i kicked it back!!!! happy monday! :)

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You felt sick with nerves as Vinny opened the door of the cafe for you, smiling as he motioned for you to walk in.

"Such a gentleman." You teased, stepping inside. “I’m going to use the bathroom quickly, could you get me an iced latte and... Just any sandwich you think sounds good?”

“Wait, I thought we were getting lunch for everyone-” He called after you, but you were already heading to the back, spotting his parents sitting at a table tucked away in the counter.

"Y/n?" Vinny's dad smiled, "There you are, we were about to call you!"

"Sorry," you chuckled nervously, "It's been a busy day."

“That's fine, don't worry! How have you been darling?” Vin’s mother beamed as you approached their table, “Go and tap him on the shoulder, that'll surprise him!” She said with a grin to his dad, who chuckled as he got up. 

“Good idea, sweetheart.” He smiled, making his way to the counter. 

“Anyway,” she nodded, “Sit down, dear! How are you?”

“I’m doing great, thank you.” You smiled, “What about you? How was your anniversary party? I’m sorry we couldn’t visit you the day after, we were in such a rush to leave, Vin wanted to make sure we got back in time.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” she waved off your apology, “It was lovely! Most of the family was there together for the first time in ages. Unfortunately my daughter couldn’t make it though. She’s busy with work- but we visited her a few days ago to see the newest member of her little family! Let me show you a picture of her puppy!”

She reached for her glasses as she scrolled through her phone to find a picture to show you, whilst Vinny's father approached the counter and tapped him on the shoulder, a wide smile on his face.

“Hello, son.” 

“Dad? W-What are you doing here?” Vinny blinked in surprise, a smile spread across his face nonetheless.

“Me and your mother thought we’d surprise you! We were just going to turn up to your show but y/n thought it’d be a good idea to meet you here instead!”

“She knew you were coming?” He questioned. 

“Yes! We told your friend... Richard, is it? He organised it all for us, got us on the guest list and everything!”

“And Rick? So when y/n told me we were coming to get lunch for everyone... She was lying?”

“Yeah! Wasn't it a nice surprise?!” He grinned, as Vinny stood with a puzzled look on his face, before he was handed your order, followed by his. 

As they began to walk back to the table, he could hear you laughing with his mother, an awful guilt settling over him as he saw how much his mother adored you.

“Vin why have I never seen a picture of you when you were younger! You looked so different!” You grinned, his mother showing you pictures she had on her phone. 

“Please, don’t-” Vinny groaned, but it was too late.

“Oh and look! This must have been when he first joined the band!” She turned her phone back around and you had to hold back your laughter, he was adorable. 

“Oh, Vin!” You looked at him with a smile, “Your hair was so different!”

“Please don’t go there.” He chuckled, handing you your food and coffee. 

“So how have you been, sweetie?” Vin's mother asked and he thought before nodding his head. 

“I’ve been good," he said, "We’ve got about a month left now and I just want to be home. As much as I love touring and playing for everyone, it just gets a bit overwhelming and draining after a while... which is why I’m so glad I have y/n with me this time.” 

“Awh, Vinny…” You smiled, which he returned. His hand rested on your thigh beneath the table, totally unexpected but it felt somewhat natural.

“And how are the others? Ricky and Justin and… Oh, I always forget their names!” 

“They’re doing good too,” Vinny chuckled, “But they’re so busy all the time. As soon as we finish the show we’ve gotta be straight on the bus to the next one, isn’t that right, babe?” 

He tapped your thigh as if to say play along.

“Oh yeah, we’re so busy!” 

“That must be so stressful,” Vinny’s mother frowned, “Do you have many days off?”

“We do, actually,” you explained, “Usually after a show, we get one day off, but sometimes it’s two if we’re lucky.”

“Yeah, so we played a show two nights ago, we’re playing again tonight, then we’re on the bus travelling to the next city.”

“Oh, good,” she smiled, “Do you have any plans for these days off.”

“Uh…” Vinny looked over at you for help. 

“No not this time, I think we’re just gonna chill aren’t we, babe?”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.” He nodded. 

As Vinny’s parents began to ask more questions, changing the conversation, your phone began to ring. You checked who it was, assuming it wasn't anything important, until you saw it was Noah calling?

“Do you need to take that, dear?” Vin’s mother asked, and you shook your head. 

“It should be okay.” You smiled, placing your phone on the table screen down after declining the call. 

“Are you sure?” Vin asked under his breath and you nodded, but then your phone started to ring again. 

“I’m so sorry.” You sighed, excusing yourself. You took your phone and left the table, making your way out of the cafe. 

“Y/n?” Noah asked over the phone.

“What's up? Is everything okay?” You ask, sitting down at one of the tables outside.

“Yeah, uh… I forgot to say the venue’s having an afterparty tonight-” 

“What?!” You grinned, “How could you forget to tell me?” 

“I thought it was tomorrow, it wasn’t until Justin asked about how we could get Shae on the list-”

“Shae’s gonna be here? I’ve been dying to meet her, oh my god…”

“Who?” You heard Vinny ask as the door to the cafe shuts. You looked at Vinny with wide eyes to say ‘shut up!’

“Shae.” You mouthed. 

“Well she’ll be here soon,” Noah said, “What time do you think you’ll be back?”

“I’ll probably be about 20 minutes,” you nodded, “What time do you need me back?”

“As long as it’s before we go on.” Noah chuckled, "So what I needed to ask y-"

“I’ll let you know when I’m leaving, okay? I better get back to my… friends.”

“Okay doll, see you later.” 

“Bye.” You smiled as you ended the call, putting your phone down on the table.

“Noah?” He sighed. 

“How did you guess,” you smiled, “Did you know there was an afterparty tonight?”

“Shit, I forgot,” Vinny sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t tell my parents, though… the last thing I need is for them to know.”

“You’re such a great son.” You laughed, “Don’t worry I won't. Should we get back to them?”

“Yeah, I said you were on the phone to your boss.” He chuckled, “Let’s get back.” 

Vin held the door open for you as you both made your way back to his parents.

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Later, backstage, the energy was electric. Everybody was buzzing, you even found yourself swept up in the excitement. It wasn't long until Motionless were supposed to be on, and everybody was rushing around getting ready to go on.

“Ahh!” You heard a woman’s voice screech as you walked into the green room, “Y/n?!”

“Shae?” You grinned, placing your camera down on the table and rushing over to wrap your arms around her in a hug, “It’s so great to finally meet you oh my gosh!” 

“You too, sweetie!” She grinned, “Angela was just catching me up on some drama…”

“What did she say,” you whispered, “Did she mention names.” 

Shae shot a look over at Vinny and nodded toward him with a knowing smirk.

You knew you could trust Shae, ever since you started this tour you’ve been talking online every now and then, and you’ve both been meaning to organise something and meet up when the tour's over.

“So how have you been?” You asked, sitting down with her on the couch opposite a couple of the guys. 

“I’ve been great, honey. But what about you? On your first tour?!”

“I’ve never had so much fun before in my life,” you admit, “But I can’t wait to get back to my own home, sleep in my own bed.” You groan. 

“I know,” she chuckled, “When warped tour was going, I was there every summer following it around, it wasn't for the weak. It's actually how I met Justin too.” She smiled.

Before you could say reply, Chris walked into the room. You were always in awe of how Angela did his makeup, but it was very extra tonight, along with his stage outfit.

“We’re on in a few minutes guys!” He announces, and you nod your head. 

You can't help but give Shae another hug before picking your camera back up, following the guys out.

“Is everything okay?” You asked Chris, who nodded. 

“It’s just that… I've always wanted to play a show here, it's been on my bucket list ever since I was young… I guess it just means a lot to me to be here.” He smiled.

“You’re gonna kill it out there.” You grinned back, “Like always. But for now…” You get your camera ready, “Say ‘BLEGH!’” 

You did the usual, rush around the stage, try not to trip Ricky or Ryan up, or bump into Justin as he spontaneously sprinted across the stage. Most importantly, try not to get too caught up in Vinny as he sat behind his drums.

You were out of breath halfway through the show and decided to stand at the side of the stage with Angela and Shae, taking a breather for a few minutes.

“How was it with his parents?” Angela asked, and you nodded your head, transfixed by the sight of Vin just doing his job. “Hello?! Earth to y/n?!” She laughed. 

“Sorry,” you chuckled, “Yeah it was good, they’re such lovely people I don’t want to break their hearts when they find out the truth.” 

“Maybe they won’t have to.” Shae wiggled her eyebrows, “C’mon, if you liked Noah as much as you supposedly do, why would you even be interested in Vinny?”

“I don’t know.” You frown, “But I don't see why I have to make that decision, we're just having fun whilst we're on tour. Then, when we get home, I'll think about it."

“Maybe they’d be up for a threesome.” Shae giggled. 

“I had a dream about that!” You gasped, “It was so hot- Oh shit, Rick's solo, I better get back out there…” You realised you’d been standing along for too long, rushing back down towards the barricade to get some more pictures from that angle. 

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You couldn’t say there was anything more attractive than when the guys finished playing and you’d see Vin come back, his paint worn off, his hair a big fluffy mess and his body glistening with sweat. You were sitting in the green room having a catch up with Bryan and the others when the guys walked back in, and you couldn’t take your eyes off Vin as he ran his hands through his hair.

He noticed this, giving you a smirk as he collected his phone and left the room again. You assumed he had gone to get changed and sat on the couch with your legs crossed, trying to focus on whatever Bryan was saying when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. It was a text from Vinny. 

Bathrooms. Now x

You rose from your seat, apologising to Bryan, saying you’d left something by the stage and left the room. 

However, you were caught by Ricky as you were making your way through the venue.

"Hey, I got a text from Vin's dad not long before the show started, he said you and Vin met them for lunch?"

"Yeah..." You nodded, pressing your lips together, "I thought it would be a good idea, I don't want them talking to the others about me and Vin-"

"So you'll carry on feeding into the lie? Y/n, what's really going on?"

"Nothing, I just don't want to have to tell all the guys the real reason why I went to their party... Surely if you cared so much about Vinny you'd understand why I'm doing this."

Ricky sighed, looking down at his feet.

"I just don't like how you're both lying to his parents, they don't deserve that." He shook his head, "I'm going to find him, I'm gonna tell him he's got to tell them the truth tonight."

Ricky walked away, and once he was out of sight you carried back on, until you reached the bathroom, knocking on the door. 

“Vinny?”

The door opened slightly, and Vinny peeked out, his smirk immediately dropping into concern when he saw the look on your face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. He opened the door wider, letting you in.

“It’s Rick,” you said quickly, your voice just above a whisper, “He knows we went to see your parents, he knows we're still lying to them and he’s planning to confront you about it tonight.”

Vinny sighed, running a hand through his hair. His jaw tensed, and you could see the flicker of frustration in his eyes.

“What are we going to do?” you asked, pacing the floor. “He’s right, they don’t deserve to be lied to and I feel awful for it. I mean, maybe we should just-”

“Stop,” Vinny interrupted, his voice firm. “Don't worry... I’ll handle Ricky, okay? But right now...” He trailed off, his smirk returning as he glanced down at you. “I'd say we've got half an hour to ourselves...”

Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Vinny.” You warned.

“Yeah?” His smile dropped.

“Just tell me you’ve got a plan.” You said, trying to keep your focus.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment.

“I’ll talk to him,” he said, “But later. After this.”

For a moment, you wanted to believe him, to let yourself get lost in the moment as he kissed you. But the knot in your stomach wouldn’t let you fully give in.

“Vinny,” you said more firmly this time, and he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. His expression softened as he took in your conflicted look.

“Are you okay? Do you not want this?” He asked quietly.

“No, I do! It’s not that... And it's not just Ricky,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s everything. The lies, your parents, everything... It’s all starting to feel like too much.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours.

“I know,” he said softly. “And I hate that you’re caught in the middle of it all. But I swear, I’m going to fix this. I promise.”

You searched his eyes, wanting to believe him, needing to believe him.

“Okay,” you whispered, though the uncertainty still lingered in the back of your mind.

He kissed you again, this time slower, softer, and you allowed yourself to kiss back this time. You were putting your trust into him right now, in more ways than one.

You hand came up to cup his face, deepening the kiss as his hands started to reach lower...

“God, you drive me insane,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and husky.

“I was just about to say the same thing.”

He chuckled, before his lips found the sensitive spot just below your jaw. You bit your lip, stifling a small gasp.

As he kissed you, you noticed the black marks on your arm, chuckling as you pulled back a little

“Vin... I’m getting your paint on me.” You smiled against his lips, pulling back further look at him in a daze as he smirks. 

“My bad,” he pulled away from you, leaving you standing by the counter, weak in the knees as he walked over to the shower, “C’mhere.” 

You walked over to him, watching as he unbuttoned his black mesh shirt, running a hand through his hair before turning the shower on. You smiled as his hands reached for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and throwing it down with his shirt. 

“Vinny…” You smiled, and he raised an eyebrow. “They’re not gonna wonder where we are, are they? What about your parents-”

“We’re about to fuck in the shower and you want to talk about my family?” He scoffed, locking the door, “We can worry about it later, okay? Right now, I need you.”

Your hands both rushed to finish undressing each other, kicking shoes off before his fingers were digging into your hips as he pulled you with him into the shower, smiling against your lips as the water fell on to both your bodies.

His hand came up to push your dampening hair out of your face, your arms locked around his neck, your hearts beating in sync as your bodies press against each other, closer than you've ever felt before.

He has you pressed against the wall, his wet hair hanging over his face, hiding his eyes. Traces of your lipgloss on his lips as he catches his breath, the black paint from his arms begins to wash away, trickling down on to you. He presses his forehead against yours, his hand coming up to your throat, his fingers lingering over your pulse point.

You couldn’t tell what was louder, the water in the shower or the sound of your own heartbeat as his lips come back down to capture yours.

Your hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around his hardness which was pressed against your thigh. As you begin to slowly pump him, your thumb teasing over the slit on his tip, his hand slides down to your boob. His thumb rolls over your nipple, tracing small circles over it as you whine in pleasure, looking down to see how his paint had stained both of your bodies a shade of grey. Watching as he smeared the remainders over you, starting with your throat, moving between your breasts and down to your heat.

"Vinny..." You let out a breathy moan, but were soon shushed as his finger pressed against your lips.

"We have to be quiet... Don't wanna get caught..." His mind was clouded with lust as he tried to think of the words to say to you, before returning to what he was doing.

As his finger pressed against your clit you felt your knees buckle beneath you, making him hold you back up against the wall with one hand on your waist, a devilish smirk on tugging on his lips, his eyes dazed with lust as he meets your gaze.

He kisses down your body, still holding you in place as he sank to his knees to get a better view of you. His finger traced over your folds, making sure you were still happy to go further before slipping one finger into you, followed by another as he kissed your upper thigh.

"Vin... We don't have much time..." You fought back a moan as you dug your nails into his shoulders, "Please."

"What d'ya want, baby?" He smirked, standing back up, his hands remaining on your thighs.

"You," you swallowed hard, meeting his eyes, "Fuck me."

He chuckled, his hands resting on the back of your thighs, giving you a nod to say I've got you, and he held you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his drummer strength never failing to make you feel a certain way.

You watched him lean back slightly as he angled himself correctly, slowly pushing into you. Your lips found his neck, your eyes screwed shut as he bottomed out, the both of you gasping as your walls squeezed him instinctively.

You bury your face in his neck as he begins to move, your nails pressing into his biceps as he fucked you against the wall. You were both trying your best to bite back your moans and whimpers, yet both of your heavy breathing filled the room along with the sound of skin on skin, yet you were both too lost in the moment to care anymore.

As his pace began to quicken, your hands met his face against as your lips crashed into his, losing yourselves in the pleasure as he kissed back even more hungry and desperate than you.

Your legs wrapped around him tighter, needing to feel as close as physically possible to him. Panting as you pulled back to breathe, his grip on you tightened, holding you close as you clung to him, moving with him as his thrusts began to get quicker, and he was hitting deeper than before.

Your brain was beginning to melt and you couldn't help it as your walls clenched around him again, earning a low groan in your ear from him.

You could feel he was getting close, his cock twitching inside you as he fucked you relentlessly against the tiled wall, the two of you now completely soaked from the shower, yet you've never felt further from clean.

His fingers came down between your bodies to toy with your clit, the two of you needed to be quick to avoid suspicion from the others, yet it was going to look pretty suspicious when you both come out of the bathroom, weak in the legs, wet hair and smudged makeup.

Your fingers got lost in his wet curls as you came, whispering his name in his ear, followed by curses. And as he let his forehead rest against yours as he came shortly after, coating your walls as you both let your eyes fall shut. His movements stopped, yet he still held you close to him as you both came down from your rather rushed highs.

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