#vinnie hacker fanfiction

[cosmicanakin]

ִ𓂃 ⋆ A QUIET KIND OF FOREVER.

੭୧ . . . vinnie hacker x female!reader.

ᯓ morning cuddles with a shirtless vinnie in his parents' backyard patio? yeah, you're definitely living the dream. his strong taut arms. seattle mornings. whispered confessions. a love story told in soft kisses and the scent of pine.

warning(s) fluff┆kissing┆domestic love. 𓇼 haven't written for him in what feels like ages. i genuinely feel so bad, i'll cry. anyway! so this cute lil fic idea was based off this tiktok of him n poncho. i can't stress enough how good he looks. and yeah, i'm guilty as charged. the tiktok was kept on repeat. ain't got no shame in admitting it.

the morning sun filters through the trees surrounding vinnie's parents' home in seattle, casting dappled shadows across the back patio. you're wrapped in vinnie's arms, your body pressed against his as you both stand outside, enjoying the crisp air and each other's company.

vinnie's wearing black baggy sweatpants that hang low on his hips, showcasing the perfect v-line of his abdomen. he's shirtless, his tattooed skin on full display in the soft morning light. his black fitted cap sits backwards on his head, a few strands of curls peeking out from underneath. you can't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looks, even in his casual attire.

your outfit is equally relaxed - a black cropped tank top that reveals a sliver of your midriff, paired with light gray baggy sweatpants and white socks. your hair is clipped back messily, still tousled from sleep. it's clear you both just rolled out of bed, drawn outside by the beautiful morning and the desire to be close to one another.

your hands rest loosely around vinnie's bare torso, fingers tracing idle patterns on his warm skin. his own hands are settled on your lower back, thumbs rubbing small circles just above the waistband of your sweatpants. the touch is gentle, almost absent-minded, but it sends little shivers of pleasure up your spine.

vinnie dips his head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. his lips trail down to your ear, where he nips playfully at your earlobe. you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "you're so beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

you can't help the smile that spreads across your face, burying your chin deeper into his shoulder to hide your flushed cheeks. "shut up," you murmur, but there's no real protest in your voice.

he chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "nah," he replies, placing another kiss just below your ear. "i love seeing you like this - all soft and sleepy and mine."

your heart swells at his words, and you press a kiss to his bare shoulder. your lips linger on his skin, savoring the warmth. "i love being here with you," you admit softly. "seeing where you grew up, meeting your family... it feels all so special."

vinnie's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer. "it is special," he agrees. "having you here, in my hometown... it's like two parts of my world coming together."

you lift your head to meet his gaze, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. sometimes it still amazes you how this boy, who seems so confident and carefree to the rest of the world, can be so vulnerable and open with you.

"i'm glad i'm here," you tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek. your thumb brushes over the light stubble on his chin, and he leans into your touch.

vinnie turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, then grins mischievously. "me too. although, i gotta say, i'm a little worried about leaving you alone with my mom. who knows what embarrassing stories she'll tell you."

you laugh, shaking your head. "oh, i'm counting on those stories. i need all the dirt i can get on little vinnie hacker."

he groans dramatically, but the smile never leaves his face. "i knew this was a mistake. you and my mom are going to team up against me, aren't you?"

"absolutely," you confirm with a nod. "it's my solemn duty as your girlfriend to collect as many embarrassing childhood stories as possible."

vinnie's eyes soften at the word 'girlfriend', and he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. when he pulls back, he's smiling that smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "well, as long as you still like me after hearing all those stories, i guess i can't complain too much."

you pretend to consider this, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, i don't know. what if i find out you were, like, a total goof in middle school? that might be a deal-breaker."

vinnie laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet morning air. "baby, i hate to break it to you, but i was definitely a goof in middle school. probably still am, if we're being honest."

you grin, sliding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulder blades. the movement brings your bodies even closer together, and you feel vinnie's breath hitch slightly. "good thing i like goofs, then," you tease.

vinnie's eyes darken a bit as he looks at you, his gaze dropping to your lips. "oh yeah? how much do you like them?"

you lean in, your lips barely brushing against his as you speak. "why don't you find out?"

before you can close the distance, vinnie suddenly spins you around, pulling your back against his chest. his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. "nuh-uh," he says, his voice playful. "you can't distract me that easily. we're out here to enjoy the morning, remember?"

you laugh, leaning back into his embrace. "fine, fine. i guess the view is pretty nice."

and it is. from the back patio, you can see the lush green of the surrounding trees, their leaves rustling gently in the morning breeze. the sky is a clear, pale blue, with just a few wispy clouds drifting lazily overhead. it's peaceful in a way that's different from the constant buzz of activity you're used to in california.

vinnie hums in agreement, his chest vibrating against your back. "it is," he says, "but i think my view is better."

you roll your eyes, even though he can't see it. "that was cheesy, even for you."

"you love it," he retorts, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

you don't bother denying it, because you both know it's true. instead, you lean your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes and just breathing in the moment. the fresh morning air, the warmth of vinnie's body against yours, the quiet chirping of birds in the distance — it all combines to create a perfect, peaceful bubble that you wish you could stay in forever.

vinnie seems to be thinking along the same lines. "we should do this more often," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "just... be together. no phones, no cameras, no schedules. just us."

you nod, reaching down to lace your fingers with his where they rest on your stomach. "i'd like that," you agree softly. "although i'm not sure how we'd manage it with your crazy schedule."

he sighs, nuzzling into your neck. "we'll figure it out," he says with determination. "i'll make time. you're worth it."

your heart swells with affection, and you turn in his arms to face him again. "you're a pretty awesome boyfriend," you tell him, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

vinnie grins, that cocky, charming smile that first caught your attention all those months ago. "i know," he says with a wink.

you laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "and goofy, too," you tease.

"the goofiest," he agrees solemnly, before breaking into another grin.

you can't resist anymore. you rise up on your toes, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. vinnie responds immediately, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

when you finally pull apart, you're both a little breathless. vinnie rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. "i love you," he whispers, so quietly you almost miss it.

your heart skips a beat. it's not the first time he's said it, but it still sends a thrill through you every time. "i love you too," you whisper back, your fingers tracing the lines of the snake tattoo over his collarbone and neck.

vinnie opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with so much warmth and affection that it almost overwhelms you. "yeah?" he says, his voice soft and a little awed, as if he still can't quite believe it.

"yeah," you confirm, smiling up at him. "always."

he kisses you again, slow and deep, pouring all his feelings into it. when you break apart this time, you're both grinning like idiots.

"come on," vinnie says, taking your hand. "let's go inside. i think i smell mom making pancakes."

as you follow him back into the house, your hand in his, you can't help but feel grateful for this moment - for the chance to see this side of vinnie, to be a part of his world in a way that feels so intimate and so real. you know that moments like these - quiet, perfect, and filled with love - will always be worth it.

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

𝑀𝒪𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒩 𝒥𝒰𝒮𝒯 𝒜 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝐵𝐼𝒯-𝒱𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐼𝐸 𝐻𝒜𝒞𝒦𝐸𝑅

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Vinnie and you share a charged moment at a party, where unspoken feelings finally surface. Tension builds, and you step outside, seeking solitude. In a quiet park, words and touches reveal something deeper, leaving you both questioning where this connection might lead.

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The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls as the music pulses softly in the background. Vinnie stands across from you, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, eyes holding yours with that look. It’s a look you've seen a thousand times, but tonight, there’s something different about it, a deeper intensity, a smirk that’s both playful and almost daring.

“Come on, y/n," he murmurs, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin. "You’ve got me here. Why play it safe?”

Your heartbeat picks up at his words, but you try to keep your cool, folding your arms as you lean against the wall. “Who said I was playing anything, Vinnie?”

He lets out a low laugh, stepping closer. He’s only a few feet away now, close enough that you can smell the faint hint of his cologne mixed with a touch of adrenaline and something else, a wildness he can barely keep hidden. His eyes never leave yours, burning with something you both know is more than just a crush.

“Girl, I want you," he says, his voice low and serious now. "More than just a little bit. More than just a little too much.”

His words hit you straight in the chest, catching you off guard even though you’ve been hoping he’d say them. Your heart races as he steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, hear his breath catch as he waits for your response. For a moment, the world fades, the noise of the party outside the door dulling to a soft hum, leaving just the two of you in the thick, heady silence.

“Fuck your games,” he whispers, his hand brushing yours, sending a thrill up your spine. “Come on, play with me. Just for tonight. Let’s see where it goes.”

His words linger in the air, daring you to let go of your doubts, of the guarded front you've put up. You take a deep breath, feeling that rush of excitement and maybe a little danger as you finally close the space between you.

“Fine,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips as you place a hand on his chest. “But only if you’re ready for things to blow up.”

His grin widens, and he brings his hand up to cradle your face, eyes smoldering as he pulls you close. The room might as well not even exist anymore, there’s only him, and you, and the thrilling uncertainty of where this will take you.

The tension between you and Vinnie is electric, every inch of space between you crackling as you lock eyes, both daring the other to break first. His hand cups your face, fingers brushing against your jaw, and his thumb traces a line across your cheek as he watches your expression with that steady, knowing gaze.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he murmurs, voice low and rough. His thumb trails down to the corner of your mouth, and you feel a shiver ripple down your spine. He’s not moving, just holding you there, letting the anticipation build. Every fiber of your being is telling you to close the gap, but he’s waiting, wanting you to make the first move.

With a slow exhale, you finally step in, letting your hand slide up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. Vinnie’s eyes flicker, a hint of surprise mingling with excitement, and he lets out a soft chuckle as you take control.

Your lips hover a breath away from his, the thrill making your heart pound. "I'm ready if you are," you whisper, barely more than a murmur, challenging him to follow through.

That’s all it takes.

In one swift motion, Vinnie leans down, his lips brushing against yours softly, almost like he's savoring the first taste. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. The world around you blurs, the low hum of music in the background and the muffled laughter outside forgotten as the kiss deepens, turning from tentative to urgent in seconds.

The next moments are a blur hands tangled in hair, the feeling of his heartbeat pounding against yours, and that overwhelming, dizzying sense that you’ve crossed into something you can’t come back from. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a promise neither of you are ready to put into words just yet. And even though neither of you knows where this is heading, you feel that spark growing into something that could burn out of control.

As you pull back for a breath, his forehead resting against yours, you realize he’s smiling a real, soft smile that only you get to see. His fingers trace patterns along your back, grounding you in the here and now, even as your mind races.

"I told you,” he says, his voice soft but sure. “I’m not letting this be a "maybe" thing. I’m all in.”

You look up at him, that familiar, playful confidence shining in his eyes. And for the first time in a long time, you feel yourself letting go of your guard, leaning into whatever this could become.

“So…what now?” you ask, feeling a surge of excitement mix with the slight uncertainty.

Vinnie grins, squeezing your hand as he glances toward the door. “How about we ditch this party and find somewhere quieter?” he suggests, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in a way that feels intimate, promising.

With one last glance at the room, you nod, letting him lead you outside. The night air is cool and sharp, a contrast to the warmth between you, but his hand stays entwined with yours as you walk down the quiet street, lost in your own little world.

The possibilities of the night stretch out before you, and you’re ready to dive headfirst into whatever comes next, knowing that, just maybe, he feels exactly the same.

The two of you walk in comfortable silence, the quiet city streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights above. The night feels endless, like it’s all yours. With Vinnie’s hand wrapped around yours, everything else fades away no distractions, no half measures. Just the two of you, each step bringing you closer to whatever this is becoming.

Eventually, you reach a small, hidden park you’ve both wandered to a few times before, drawn by the solitude it offers late at night. There’s a bench under a canopy of trees, and he leads you over, taking a seat before pulling you down beside him. The leaves above rustle gently in the breeze, and somewhere in the distance, a car rumbles by, the headlights washing over you for a second before disappearing down the road.

Vinnie leans back, his gaze fixed on the night sky before shifting back to you, his expression a mix of amusement and warmth. “It’s kind of crazy, isn’t it?” he says, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your hand. “How fast this is happening?”

You look at him, feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach. “Feels like it was bound to happen eventually,” you say softly, watching his face for any hint of hesitation. But there’s none. He’s listening, looking at you as if you’re the only thing that matters.

“Eventually,” he repeats, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Guess we’re both not the best at admitting things.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “I could say the same about you. How long were you gonna keep giving me that look before you finally said something?”

He tilts his head, as if considering. “Maybe I just like watching you try to figure me out,” he says, his tone teasing. But then his expression softens, and he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or maybe I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me. For this.”

You don’t respond right away, the weight of his words sinking in as his hand lingers by your face. His fingers brush your cheek, gentle and reassuring, and you lean into his touch, letting your eyes drift closed for a moment.

“I think I’ve been ready,” you admit quietly, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “Maybe I just didn’t know how to say it.”

He smiles, that warm, genuine smile that makes your heart skip. “Good,” he whispers, his voice just a little rough around the edges. “Because I don’t want this to be something that fades away tomorrow.”

You search his eyes, sensing the honesty there, and you feel that wall around your heart crumble just a little more. “I don’t want that either,” you say, squeezing his hand.

Vinnie lets out a breath, looking almost relieved, as if he’s finally hearing something he’d been hoping for. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you close until your foreheads touch. The world is still and quiet, holding its breath along with you as you both stay there, wrapped up in the intimacy of the moment.

And then, without another word, he kisses you again, this time slower, softer, like he’s savoring each second, letting the world fall away. His fingers trace along your jaw, gentle and tender, and you melt into him, feeling every worry, every doubt, dissolve under his touch.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are soft, and he brushes his thumb across your cheek, his expression almost unreadable.

“What?” you whisper, curious about what’s going on in that head of his.

He shakes his head, smiling a little, almost as if he’s amazed. “Nothing. Just thinking about how crazy it is that I’ve had you here this whole time, and it’s taken us this long to get here.”

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “Guess we’re both a little late to the party,” you say, teasingly.

He chuckles, squeezing you a bit tighter. “Better late than never, though,” he murmurs.

For a long while, you sit there together, wrapped up in each other, watching the stars above. There’s no need for more words tonight. You both know exactly where you stand, and for once, you’re more than okay with taking things one heartbeat at a time.

The cool breeze of the night wraps around you, but Vinnie’s warmth keeps you grounded, his arm still around your shoulders. You can feel his breath against your hair as you both sit in silence, a rare moment where everything seems to fall into place, where the world feels right.

After a while, you shift slightly, looking up at him. His gaze is steady, but there’s a softness there now, a tenderness you haven’t always seen before. You’d gotten so used to his playful, teasing side, but tonight it feels like he’s letting you in on something deeper. You can see it in the way his eyes linger on you, the way his touch lingers a little longer than usual.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask, your voice almost a whisper, unsure why it feels important to ask now, but needing to hear it from him.

Vinnie’s hand moves to cup your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip as he gazes into your eyes with an intensity that makes your heart skip. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure,” he says, his voice steady and sure. “I don’t want to just have fun with you for a night and forget about it. I want… this whatever this is. I want to see where it goes.”

You feel a weight lift off your chest. It’s that same thing you’ve been dancing around for so long, the uncertainty of what this could turn into. You’d both been hesitant, skirting around it, but now it’s out there in the open, and it feels right. The vulnerability in his words makes your stomach flip, but in the best way possible. You’ve wanted this, wanted him, but more than that, you wanted the honesty.

“Good,” you reply, your voice barely audible, but the meaning clear. You reach up to take his hand, bringing it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles before looking back up at him. “Because I don’t want to do this halfway either. I want all of it. I want you, Vinnie.”

His eyes soften as he leans in, forehead touching yours. The air between you crackles again, but now there’s a deeper connection, a trust that hadn’t been there before. His lips brush against yours lightly, just a soft, lingering kiss that leaves a warmth in its wake.

As you pull back, his smile is easy, relaxed, and the intensity of the moment shifts to something more playful. He leans back on the bench, stretching out a little, his hand still wrapped around yours.

“Think we’re ready to head back, or do you want to keep hanging out here, watching the stars?” he asks, his voice teasing but with a hint of sincerity.

You chuckle, looking at the dark sky above, the stars twinkling faintly through the gaps in the trees. The night feels endless, like it could stretch on forever if you wanted it to. But there’s something about this moment, something that makes you want to savor it for a little longer before heading back to reality.

“I think we’re good here for now,” you reply, shifting so you’re closer to him. You lean your head back against his shoulder again, the sound of the leaves rustling around you feeling like a soft lullaby. “Let’s stay here for just a little bit longer.”

Vinnie hums in agreement, resting his chin on the top of your head, his arm loosely draped around you. The peaceful quiet between you feels like the perfect kind of silence, the kind that speaks volumes without either of you needing to say anything more.

But eventually, the night catches up with you both. The cool air starts to seep through your jacket, and the sounds of the party in the distance remind you that the world outside is still spinning. But you don’t want to go back just yet. Not while everything feels so simple, so right.

When you finally get up to leave, Vinnie doesn’t let go of your hand. He pulls you close once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you both walk back toward the streetlights. As you leave the park behind, there’s a sense of calm between you, a quiet understanding that this moment, this night, is only the beginning.

The future is uncertain, but tonight, with him beside you, the possibilities feel endless.

And you’re both ready to take that next step, together.

[marjorie189]

Could you do an insta au with vinnie hacked with a black girl?

Ahh!! This is new territory for me, but I'm glad to embark in something new!! ☺️

I’ve never done an insta au, so here goes nothing!!

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ynuser Chanel ‘23

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chanelofficial we love seeing you in red ♥️ oh also in our brand 😌

chanelofficial ❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynuser I loveee you guys!!!

user.one SHES so fucking pretty

vinniehacker always love your smile

ynuser you always find a way to make my heart flutter

user.two their comments are so adorable

user.three they're* so adorable

ynuser

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ynuser dinner date 🤍🥂 @vinnerhacker luv you baby

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vinniehacker love ya more sweetheart

user.four they way they fucking match 🥺

user.five his hands... those ringsss

ynuser right there with you girl 😩

ynuser

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ynuser 1, 2, 3, pose 📸

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user.six natural beauty

user.seven she's so hot

vinniehacker omw

user.eight 💀💀💀💀

user.nine no fucking way Vinnie commented that photo 😭😭

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ynuser and vinniehacker

ynuser and vinniehacker vacation 🏖️

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user.ten they look sooo happy together <333

jettashford hera says hi

ynuser @vinniehacker I think this is his way of saying he misses us

vinniehacker it's okay jetty we'll be home soon

user.eleven lmao I'm dead not Jett being the third person in the relationship

user.twelve mommy daddy!!

user.thirteen adopt me

ynuser

ynuser 🖤

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zendeya baddie

user.fourteen black is your color ♣️

vinniehacker gorgeous girl

vinniehacker

vinniehacker livin in our own little bubble

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ynuser always in our own little world 🌍

user.fifteen I just know y/n made Vinnie upload his sleepy photos

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user.sixteen they're so cute! I love them sm

user.seventeen the way they're still matching even when they're alone makes me wanna cry

user.eighteen the blacks and whites 🤍🖤

ynuser

ynuser grassy picnics with my one and only 🧺🌳

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user.nineteen your dress is so cute!!

vinniehacker in this world it's just us

user.twenty did he just quote harry? I love him even more 🥹🥹

user.twentyone love how secluded this looks! it really is just them in their own little movie

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ

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

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

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.

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[diorjadore]

Tl;dr I think I wanna come back?

Hi oh my gosh I don’t even know where to start HAHAHAH but hi it’s me and I’m occasionally opening Tumblr again. Sorry for being gone for so long!

Wait guys before the good stuff, let me spill some of the boring stuff first lmao

I’m so busy with university, it’s absurd.

I almost cannot recognize any of my mutuals and readers on here anymore, please come back! Jk but please I feel so old but also new because I don’t know anyone here anymore.

I wanna come back but it’s just so different here now. I miss my old mutuals and readers but hooray for the new ones!

I’m still very much a fan of Vinnie, still updated and all of that.

If I do restart on fiction writing, I wouldn’t know where to start again because I’m creatively drained (I can overcome it) but the drive is pretty much still alive.

I’m afraid to flop.

Okay now I wanna ask a few questions HAHAaajsja

Do people still read Vinnie fanfics?

Do you still want Vinnie stories from me? What do you want me to write about? (This is me vibe checking before I commit again.)

Are my old fellow Vinnie writers still active here? :((

How are my lovely readers?

Do you have the patience for someone taking 7 subjects? Lmfao

Trust me guys, I really wanna go back and I see a window in my schedule where I can write! But unfortunately, I can’t really promise anything. I know this seems like a long whiny post but its 2 am and I’m contemplating very hard.

Please drop by my asks for requests or just to talk, I would love to read and answer them!!!

That’s all from me! Love you all, thank you for still being here. 💛

[markspliers]

Can you write a fanfic for Zach Maclaren Pookie?

Your wish is my command - M

The One I Want To End Up With - Zach Mclaren x BlackFem!Reader - Part 1

Summary: Zach was in a biking accident that left him with short term memory loss. When you found him in the parking lot after being hit by a car you desperately try to wake him up… and when he does he thinks you’re his girlfriend… but that’s not the case.

Pairing: Zach Mclaren x BlackFem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cussing,

authors note: Feel free to request anyone you want me to write for, i’m trying to come back to writing fanfics for yall so bare with me i’ve lost my touch a tiny bit. <333

i never wanted to date someone never had the urge to at that. my roommate always tried to encourage me to start having a dating life “y'all would look so good together”but i would never settle for the boys at our college.

“Hey do you have a book on Battle Toads” Zach walks into the bookstore that you work it. “Depends if your gonna hit me with that ball again” y/n Squints. Earlier that day y/n was walking around campus with a few friends when Zach kicked his soccer ball and hit her in the head.

“Of course not couldn't hurt a pretty girl like you” Zach's lips start to turn up into a slight smile. “What is battle toads anyways” Y/n rolls her eyes going on the computer to look the book up in the system

“The best fucking game ever” - Zach looks around the store “Never heard of it but we don't have the book you're looking for in-store you would have to order it I can do it for you if you want”

Zach approaches the register “that would be great actually ” y/n nods going the the computer doing the buying process. Zach stares at her noticing small details about her face. Her slight freckles, her eyes a light brown as they were being sun-kissed by the sunlight..

Y/n clears her throat for the 3rd times “excuse me” Zach snaps out of it “huh what” Zach questions focusing back at the main point “I need your card ” Zach pulls out his card and hands it to her.

“Come pick up the book tomorrow at 12” y/n orders the book for him “Thank you so much” Zach smiles before leaving the store. By the time y/n had realized he has left his card it was already out the door getting on his bike and riding away

Y/n runs out the store “Zach you forgot your card” y/n yells making him turn his head around “what” Zach yells back before y/n could tell him to stop and come back a car that pulls out of the lot hit him in his side making him fall off the back and hit his head hard on the concrete.

Y/n rushes to his side “Oh fuck fuck fuck someone call 911” Y/n picks up his head blood on her fingers. She starts to give him mouth-to-mouth. Zach starts to wake up groaning as he becomes fully aware of his surroundings “Jordyn baby what are you doing here what happened” Zach Sits up slowly his hand cupping y/ns face

“Im not who you think I am Zac-” Before she could finish his lips connected with hers

[emotionalblues]

paring: billie eilish x male!reader

faceclaim: vinnie hacker

summary: proof that delusion works (sometimes)

a/n: this is a rewrite of an au that I wrote on @c-cardigan but I forgot my login info, so til found my login stuff, I'll be rewriting my posts on this account!!

July 28, 2022

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y/ndaily y/n revealed that his celebrity crush is billieeilish on stream

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August 5, 2022

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billieupdates billie seen with y/n l/n, dylan minnette, and finneas at the la premiere of “I love my dad” last night!

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billieeilishtours billie and y/n out in new york

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billieeilish 🫵

username sooo you and y/n???

[alinawritess]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❀ | Matt's POV

Read: The Flicker of Old Flames- down below;

❀ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader x Matt Sturniolo

❀ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. Matt learns about your past with Vinnie, a former flame. During a social gathering, Matt overhears a conversation that inadvertently reveals to your high school relationship, sparking jealousy and insecurity. As tensions escalate, Matt confronts you, leading to a heated exchange where emotions run high.

❀ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.2k

❀ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). Emotional Turmoil ┆︎ Jealousy ┆︎ Miscommunication ┆︎ Relationship Tension ┆︎ Public Argument ┆︎ Regret ┆︎ Insecurity ┆︎ Emotional Distress ┆︎ No Use of Y/N.

❀ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. Thank you for joining this emotional journey. Now, as you reflect on the choices ahead, the allure of two paths beckons: one leading to the familiarity of Vinnie, a bond rooted in shared history and lingering feelings; the other, the promise of growth and renewed understanding with Matt.

Matt sat down next to you on the balcony, his arm still around your shoulders, the gentle hum of distant conversations from the party filling the air. His eyes followed Vinnie as he walked away, a slight frown creasing his brow. He leaned in close to you, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of jealousy. "So, you and Vinnie seem pretty close, huh?"

You froze momentarily, a flicker of panic crossing your face as you realized your slip-up. You had inadvertently revealed that you and Vinnie had dated in high school, something you hadn't disclosed to Matt before. The mention of private school added another layer of confusion to the mix.

Matt's eyes widened in surprise, the revelation catching him off guard. He had always assumed that Vinnie was just a close friend based on the context you had previously given. Hurt and curiosity mingled in his expression as he struggled to maintain a neutral tone. "A high school relationship, huh? You never mentioned that," he said, his gaze searching your face for any sign of deception. "And private school too? That's unexpected."

You took a deep breath, unsure of how to explain without escalating into another argument. "Maybe we should talk about this later, when we're alone," you suggested, glancing around cautiously. The last thing you wanted was another late-night argument, especially after the four you had already endured this week.

Matt sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he sensed the conversation slipping away. "Later? Like, when exactly?" His tone carried a hint of sarcasm, frustration simmering beneath the surface. The tension between you had been building, and he dreaded the prospect of postponing yet another important discussion.

"I dunno, maybe when we get back to our place," you replied vaguely, avoiding his gaze. You knew your response wasn't satisfying him, but you also weren't ready to delve into the complexities of your past with Vinnie in the midst of a social gathering.

Matt's irritation flared as he heard your evasion. He understood the need for privacy but felt that waiting would only exacerbate the tension. His grip on your arm tightened slightly as he stopped you from walking away. "No, we're not done talking about this," he asserted gently but firmly.

Turning to face you fully, Matt's expression softened with a mix of hurt and frustration. "Why not now? We're alone now," he pleaded, his voice tinged with vulnerability. He desperately wanted clarity, to understand the dynamics of your relationship with Vinnie and how it might affect your relationship with him.

"Just because we're alone on the balcony right now doesn't mean there isn't still a party going on inside," you pointed out, gesturing toward the sounds of laughter and music drifting from the apartment. The reminder of the ongoing festivities highlighted the challenge of finding a private moment to discuss such sensitive matters.

Frustration knotted in Matt's stomach as he acknowledged the truth in your words. He knew you were right, but he couldn't bear the thought of delaying the conversation further. His grip softened as he released your arm, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

"We always put these conversations off," he said quietly, his eyes pleading with yours for understanding. "And every time we do, it just leads to more tension and arguments. Can't we just talk about this now, here, instead of waiting until we're in the car or at home?"

You hesitated, torn between wanting to resolve the issue and not wanting to spoil the evening further. But seeing the earnestness in Matt's eyes, you nodded reluctantly. "Fine, what do you want to ask?" you relented, a sigh escaping your lips as you braced yourself for the inevitable.

Matt took a deep breath, steadying himself before broaching the sensitive topic. He sought reassurance and clarity, wanting to alleviate the doubts gnawing at his mind. Still holding onto your arm gently, he looked into your eyes, his own reflecting a mix of insecurity and determination.

"I want to understand about you and Vinnie," he began carefully. "You never told me you dated in high school. And the fact that you went to a private school... It caught me off guard," he admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Your gaze softened as you met his eyes, realizing the impact of your past on his present feelings. "His school was just a few blocks from mine," you explained softly, feeling the weight of the unspoken history between you and Vinnie. "And I didn't lie about going to an all-girls private school."

You took a deep breath, trying to articulate the complexities of your past relationship with Vinnie. "We met through mutual friends and... we developed a connection. It was special, but... life took us in different directions," you continued, the memories of your shared history with Vinnie lingering in your voice.

Matt listened intently, his expression shifting as he pieced together the puzzle of your past. His mind flashed back to his conversation with Vinnie earlier that night, the brief exchange that had stirred his insecurities.

Earlier that night:

Matt had turned to Vinnie casually, trying to gauge his relationship with you. "So, have you found yourself a special someone yet, Vinnie?" he had asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the gnawing curiosity.

Vinnie's reaction had been telling, a mix of awkwardness and guardedness as he glanced at you and then back at Matt. "Nah, not yet," he had replied with a forced casualness, running a hand through his hair. "Haven't found the right one, I guess."

Matt had sensed the weight behind Vinnie's words, the unspoken acknowledgment of a past that still held significance. "Ever did?" he had probed further, unable to ignore the undercurrent of emotions in the conversation.

Vinnie had hesitated briefly, his gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before he turned back to Matt. "Once," he had admitted quietly, the admission laden with unspoken regret. "But it didn't work out."

Matt had felt a pang of jealousy and insecurity at Vinnie's words, the realization sinking in that you and Vinnie shared a history that went beyond friendship. He had wanted to probe further, to understand the depth of your past connection with Vinnie, but the arrival of other guests had interrupted their conversation.

Back on the balcony, Matt's thoughts raced as he processed your explanation. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, revealing a picture he hadn't fully comprehended until now.

As Matt processed the events of the evening, his thoughts kept circling back to his conversation with Vinnie earlier that night. The casual mention of someone special, Vinnie's inadvertent glance in your direction, and the raw honesty in Vinnie's confession all played like a broken record in Matt's mind.

He clenched his jaw, feeling the pieces of the puzzle slowly fall into place. The intensity of his emotions surged as he tightened his grip on your arm, torn between jealousy, insecurity, and a desperate need for clarity. Despite his internal turmoil, he tried to keep his voice steady as he posed the question that had been weighing heavily on his mind.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" The words hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability and fear. Matt's outburst was a manifestation of his own insecurities, driven by the fear of losing you to someone from your past.

His grip on your arm was firm, too firm, and he felt a pang of regret as he saw you flinch in pain. Tears welled up in your eyes, reflecting the hurt caused by his impulsive question. Despite the shaky whisper of "no" that escaped your lips, the doubt persisted, lingering in the tense silence between them.

Realizing the impact of his actions, Matt slowly released your arm, his own guilt and remorse washing over him like a tidal wave. He looked at you, the sight of tears he had caused stinging his conscience. The guilt outweighed any relief he might have felt from your denial.

His heart sank further as he noticed the red marks on your arm, physical evidence of his momentary loss of control. Matt hesitated, his hand hovering over the spot he had grasped, unsure whether his touch would comfort or cause more pain. He wanted to reach out, to apologize and make amends, but words failed him in that moment of emotional turmoil.

As bystanders began to notice the commotion, Matt's embarrassment deepened. He felt exposed, acutely aware of the eyes fixed upon them. The shame of his impulsive behavior gnawed at him, and he struggled to regain his composure amidst the growing scrutiny.

Meanwhile, you took charge of the situation with remarkable composure. Your smile, though strained, reassured the onlookers that everything was under control. You deflected their concerns with a casual explanation, dismissing the incident as a simple stumble that had resulted in a minor injury. Your ability to maintain the façade of a perfect relationship, despite the turmoil inside, both impressed and troubled Matt.

Matt's heart clenched painfully as he watched you calmly handle the concerns of the onlookers, your smile strained under the weight of the crumbling facade of your once-perfect relationship. He stood by, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders, struggling to find the right words to express his remorse.

The red marks on your arm where his grip had been too tight seemed to throb with accusation, amplifying his feelings of self-loathing and regret. He knew he needed to apologize, but the words caught in his throat, choked by the intensity of his emotions.

"Let's go to the car. I want to go home," you said, your voice carrying a hint of exhaustion and disappointment. Matt nodded silently, relieved yet anxious to follow your lead, eager to escape the scene and the scrutinizing gazes of strangers.

The walk to the car was a silent ordeal, each step echoing with the unspoken tension between them. Matt stole occasional glances at you, his gaze lingering on the marks he had left on your arm, a stark reminder of his impulsive behavior and the pain he had caused.

Reaching the car, Matt mechanically opened the passenger door for you, moving around to the driver's side with a heaviness in his movements. He slid into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he battled with his inner turmoil and the weight of his actions.

The car was filled with suffocating silence, thick with the tension and unspoken apologies. Matt's eyes flickered between you and the road ahead, his mind racing with a thousand apologies he couldn't vocalize.

You looked out of the window, breaking the silence with a voice that felt distant and cold. "Are there any other questions you need answered?"

Matt's heart sank further at the coldness in your tone, the distance evident in your words. He longed to bridge the gap between you, to apologize and ask for forgiveness, but the chasm seemed insurmountable in that moment.

"No," he managed to reply, his voice strained with regret. His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, the weight of his mistakes heavy on his shoulders.

Silence enveloped them once more, the hum of the engine and the passing traffic filling the void left by their unspoken words.

"Actually, tonight I need some time alone. Can you drop me off at my apartment, not yours?" you requested, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability beneath the detachment.

Matt felt a pang of hurt at your request to be taken to your own apartment, not his. It was a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between them in a matter of moments. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Of course," he replied quietly, his voice barely audible. "I'll drop you off at your apartment."

The drive felt endless, each passing minute stretching the emotional divide between them. Matt parked the car outside your apartment building, his hands still gripping the steering wheel as if holding onto the last shreds of hope.

Turning to you, he searched your face for any sign of forgiveness or connection, but found only guardedness. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to speak. "We're here," he murmured, his voice thick with heartache.

"Thanks," you replied curtly, avoiding his gaze.

Matt's heart sank at your distant response, the pain of his actions cutting deeper. He wanted to reach out, to apologize and ask for forgiveness, but the words stuck in his throat.

"You're welcome," he managed to say, his voice barely audible. He hesitated, torn between wanting to say more and fearing to worsen the situation.

He watched silently as you unbuckled your seatbelt, each click of the buckle echoing in the strained silence of the car. Matt's hand twitched involuntarily, a desperate urge to stop you, to pull you back and make things right, but he knew he had already crossed a line he couldn't erase.

Opening the car door, you stepped out into the chilly night air, leaving Matt behind with a whirlwind of emotions. He sat there, feeling helpless and lost, watching you disappear into the building without a backward glance.

The door closed softly, sealing their separation with a finality that echoed in Matt's ears. He remained in the car, his forehead resting against the steering wheel as he struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Regret, guilt, and a deep sense of sorrow washed over him as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind. He had hurt you, both physically and emotionally, and now he was paying the price for his impulsive actions and insecurities.

As Matt watched you disappear into the building, the door closing softly behind you, it resonated in his mind like the finality of a verdict. The silence inside the car amplified the pain and regret flooding his heart. Every fiber of his being urged him to follow you, to plead for forgiveness, but he knew deep down that it was too late.

Bowing his head, Matt rested his forehead against the steering wheel, grappling with a tumultuous mix of helplessness and desperation. The weight of knowing he had caused you physical and emotional pain burdened his conscience. He replayed the scene repeatedly in his mind's eye—the red marks on your arm, your strained smile amidst the concerned onlookers, and the distant, cold gaze you fixed on him when you asked to be taken to your apartment instead of his.

Sadness washed over Matt, intertwined with frustration at himself for succumbing to his impulsive behavior. He desperately wanted to undo his actions, to mend the rift he had unwittingly created between them, but the damage had been irreversibly done.

Night had fallen, enveloping the city outside in darkness that mirrored the turmoil within him. Alone in the car, Matt wrestled with regrets and unanswered questions. He knew he had to confront the situation, to apologize and seek reconciliation, but the thought of further pushing you away paralyzed him with fear. You had asked for space, for solitude in your own apartment instead of his, and he respected that request even as it tore at his heart.

Returning to his apartment felt both comforting and agonizing. Everywhere he turned, reminders of you lingered—your clothes in the closet, your toiletries in the bathroom, the everyday items that had become intertwined with memories of shared moments. What had once felt like a sanctuary now echoed with emptiness in your absence.

In your shared bedroom, Matt's eyes fell upon your diary resting innocuously on the counter. Normally, he would never consider invading your privacy, but tonight, consumed by remorse and a desperate need for understanding, he hesitated. Curiosity gnawed at him, whispering that perhaps within those pages lay the key to comprehending your thoughts and feelings.

The entry had begun with the heaviness of a difficult decision weighing on your shoulders. Coming home after a long day of filming, you couldn't evade the inevitable conversation with Vinnie any longer. Despite your exhaustion, his warm smile welcomed you home, momentarily lifting your spirits in the comfort of shared familiarity. But beneath the surface, the tension simmered, waiting for the moment you would broach the topic that had been haunting your thoughts.

"Hi, Mr. Hacker," you teased, a feeble attempt to lighten the atmosphere with your playful nickname game. Vinnie chuckled, his laughter filling the room with a warmth that belied the impending seriousness of your conversation. It was a brief respite before reality set in.

When you finally brought up the need to talk, Matt could almost see the shift in Vinnie's expression through your words. The smile faltered, replaced by a mix of apprehension and concern. Those four simple words—"We need to talk"—carried weight that neither of you could ignore. Matt could feel the tension building as you navigated the difficult terrain of explaining how you felt the two of you were drifting apart, lost in the whirlwind of your individual pursuits.

Vinnie's reaction mirrored the pain you must have felt reading it aloud to him. His attempt to remain composed, his hands clenching into fists, and the visible effort to keep his emotions in check—all these details painted a vivid picture of a man struggling to grasp the sudden rift forming between you. Matt could almost hear the tremor in Vinnie's voice as he processed your words, hoping against hope that this was not the end.

The moment you suggested a break, Matt felt the pang of déjà vu. The air thickened with the unspoken implications of your words, and Vinnie's reaction was a heart-wrenching mix of shock and desperation. Matt could almost see Vinnie's eyes searching yours for reassurance, for a glimmer of hope that this was just a misunderstanding, a momentary lapse in the otherwise strong bond you had shared.

"Yeah," you had said, your voice betraying the ache in your heart. "Maybe we need time apart to figure things out."

The weight of those words hung heavy between you, a palpable silence pregnant with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Matt imagined Vinnie's pain, his voice thick with emotion as he questioned the future of your relationship, searching desperately for a lifeline to hold onto amidst the storm.

"I don't know, Vinnie," you admitted, tears threatening to spill over despite your resolve to stay strong. "I don't know what the future holds."

Matt could almost hear the echo of your uncertainty in his own voice now. The struggles you faced with Vinnie mirrored the doubts and fears that had crept into your relationship with him. The desire to chase dreams without feeling constrained was a sentiment Matt understood, but he felt a pang of guilt knowing he might have inadvertently pushed you away in the same manner.

"We can't change the past," Vinnie had murmured, his words a resignation that cut deep into your heart. "But is there no way we can salvage our future?"

The poignancy of Vinnie's plea resonated with Matt as he read, feeling the weight of your shared history and the pain of letting go. He sensed your inner conflict, torn between holding onto the love you had cherished for so long and the daunting prospect of an uncertain future.

"I wish we could've found everything together," Vinnie had whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of unspoken regrets.

Those words struck Matt to the core. The longing for a future once imagined together, now slipping through your fingers, mirrored the ache he felt in his own heart. He understood now the depth of your love for Vinnie, the pain of letting go, and the fear that perhaps this decision would define your lives forever.

Matt sat in the quiet of the apartment, the diary entry in his hands trembling slightly as he read through your words. It was a recent entry, detailing the complexities and uncertainties of your relationship with him. Each sentence painted a vivid picture of your inner turmoil and the doubts that had been gnawing at you.

"It's been almost two years since Matt and I got together," you had written, the words a stark reminder of the time that had passed since your relationship began. Matt couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety as he continued reading, knowing that these words were a window into your deepest thoughts.

You described how the recent fights between you seemed to escalate, leaving you emotionally drained and questioning the authenticity of your connection. The conflicts had become the fuel for your music, a painful outlet that spoke volumes about the impact these disagreements had on you.

"I hate how every argument leaves me in tears," you had confessed, your vulnerability laid bare on the page. Matt's heart sank as he realized the extent of your emotional turmoil, contrasting sharply with his own apparent detachment from the conflicts.

The diary entry revealed your struggle with feeling like an accessory in Matt's life rather than an equal partner. You questioned whether the moments he showcased you to others were the only times you truly felt valued, a sentiment that struck Matt deeply.

Reading about your conflicted feelings towards him, Matt felt a wave of remorse wash over him. He had been oblivious to the weight of your emotions, assuming wrongly that everything was fine between the two of you. The realization that you had been feeling this way for some time shook him to the core.

He read on, each sentence heavy with the weight of your uncertainties and desires. You admitted that despite the turmoil, you loved him—or at least, you thought you did. The genuine moments you shared together were a lifeline amidst the doubts, reminding you of why you had chosen to be with him in the first place.

Matt couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and sadness as he processed your words. He saw how you missed the simple joys of watching anime with Vinnie, a reminder of the uncomplicated happiness you had once known. The fact that Matt couldn't share that particular interest with you left a bitter taste of inadequacy in his mouth.

Matt's heart sank as he read the diary entry about him, each word cutting deeper than the last. The lines painted a painful picture of uncertainty and doubt within your relationship—words he hadn't expected to encounter. It was a stark realization that you had been struggling, feeling like an accessory rather than a cherished partner. The weight of your tears after arguments contrasted sharply with his peaceful sleep, oblivious to the turmoil you were enduring.

A wave of remorse washed over Matt as he continued reading, his heart heavy with the knowledge of how he had unintentionally made you feel. He had taken your love for granted, focusing more on his own accomplishments than on nurturing your emotional connection. Seeing it laid out in your own words made it impossible to deny the truth of your feelings.

Yet, amidst the pain and doubt, Matt could still feel the love you held for him. He knew the moments you cherished—the genuine times spent watching movies, making YouTube videos, and cooking together. But he also couldn't ignore your longing for the simplicity and ease you once shared with Vinnie, a stark reminder of how he might never measure up to that ideal.

Reading the final lines about your hope for your love to grow and for both of you to navigate through challenges, Matt's heart ached. He knew he hadn't been the partner you deserved. He hadn't made you feel truly loved and understood, and he couldn't bear the weight of that realization.

Closing the diary gently, Matt felt a mix of guilt, sadness, and determination wash over him. He knew he needed to make things right, to address the issues that had been eroding your relationship. The diary entry had exposed the cracks, and now it was up to him to repair them—to show you how much you meant to him and to rebuild the trust he had inadvertently shattered.

As he sat in the quiet of the apartment, grappling with his own shortcomings and the weight of your struggles, Matt's eyes fell upon your favorite plushie—the Cinnamoroll plushie you always held close. Taking it in his hands, he noticed something he hadn't before—the tag was still on, and there was a note attached.

"Happy birthday – Vinnie ❤️"

Matt's eyes widened as he read the note. Vinnie had given you this plushie on your birthday, a simple yet heartfelt gesture that spoke volumes about the bond you once shared. Holding the plushie now, Matt felt a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, sadness, but also a twinge of understanding. It wasn't just about the plushie; it was a symbol of your past with Vinnie, a connection that Matt couldn't erase.

Setting the plushie gently on the bed, Matt let out a weary sigh. The events of the day had taken a toll on him, leaving him emotionally drained and unsure of how to navigate the complexities of your relationship. Closing his eyes, he held onto the plushie for comfort, feeling the soft fabric against his skin—a familiar sensation that now carried a sense of nostalgia and longing.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but tonight, Matt made a silent promise to himself. He would confront his own insecurities and shortcomings. He would find a way to make you feel loved, valued, and understood—no matter how difficult the journey ahead might be.

[sadsyndrome69]

Guys I have something to say…

I’m deprived of vinnie hacker fanfic.

Like a lot of people stopped writing for him AND IT MAKES ME SAD.

UM HELLO DO YOU SEE THOSE GEN V MAGAZINE PHOTOS. That is like a whole fanfic

But honestly what do I know, I don’t write I just read.

Anyway that’s all thank for listening

[snowwybear]

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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Key:

Fluff ✨

Smut 🦢

Suggestive ⭐️

Slight Angst 🪿

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[littlemisscantloveyouback]

Hi I'm littlemisscantloveyouback and this is my masterlist and everyone I write for and rules!!!

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🫧=smut 🌟=fluff 🍭=angst

My writing rules:

No Incest, no bestiality, and no minors. And please be nice it take me about 2-3 days to write anything I'll never ignore you!

Fandoms I write for:

☆Castlevania☆

Headcanons of Trevor Alucard and Hector 🫧

I still don't trust you-Trevor belmont 🌟

☆Criminal minds☆

☆Call of duty☆

☆Twilight☆

☆Good girls☆

☆Scream☆

☆Anakin skywalker☆

☆On my block☆

☆Death note☆

☆Vinnie hacker☆

☆any Hugh Jackman character☆

☆any Henry Cavill character☆

Logan howlett with short reader 🫧🌟

Part two of logan w short reader 🫧

And you guys can also Suggest or request people for me to write for these are just the ones that I can get off the top of my head.

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𝒥𝐸𝒜𝐿𝒪𝒰𝒮-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩 𝒳 𝐵𝐸𝒮𝒯 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟!𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟𝐸𝑅

𝒞𝒜𝐿𝑀 𝒪𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒮𝒰𝑅𝐹𝒜𝒞𝐸-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩

𝒯𝒪 𝐵𝐸 𝒮𝐸𝐸𝒩-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩

𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩 𝒜𝒮 𝒜 𝐵𝒪𝒴𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟

𝐿𝒪𝒮𝒯 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝐹𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩

𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩-𝒩𝒮𝐹𝒲 𝒜𝐿𝒫𝐻𝒜𝐵𝐸𝒯

𝒲𝒪𝑅𝒯𝐻 𝐻𝒪𝐿𝒟𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒪-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩

𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩 𝒜𝒮 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝐵𝐸𝒮𝒯 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟

𝒞𝐻𝐸𝑀𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒴-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝒜𝐿𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒴 𝐵���𝒪𝒦𝐸𝒩-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝑅𝐸𝒥𝐸𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝐻𝒰𝒮𝐵𝒜𝒩𝒟’𝒮 𝐵𝐼𝑅𝒯𝐻𝒟𝒜𝒴-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝑅𝐸𝒟 𝐿𝐼𝒫𝒮 𝒜𝐿𝒲𝒜𝒴𝒮 𝐿𝐼𝐸-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝒫𝒜𝑅𝐼𝒮𝐼𝒜𝒩 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴

𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩-𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒲 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅𝒦𝐸𝒴 𝒜𝒮 𝒜 𝐻𝒰𝒮𝐵𝒜𝒩𝒟

𝑀𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒮𝒮-𝐹𝒜𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝑀𝒜𝒴𝐻𝐸𝒲

𝒟𝐸𝒱𝐼𝐿'𝒮 𝒯𝐸𝑀𝒫𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒮𝒮-𝐹𝒜𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝐿𝐼𝐸 𝑀𝒜𝒴𝐻𝐸𝒲

𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩-𝒩𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒪𝐿𝒜𝒮 𝒜𝐿𝐸𝒳𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒱𝐸𝒵 𝒜𝒮 𝒜 𝐵𝒪𝒴𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟

𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴 𝒮𝐸𝒜𝒮𝒪𝒩-𝒞𝐻𝑅𝐼𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒪𝐿𝒪

𝑀𝒪𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒩 𝒥𝒰𝒮𝒯 𝒜 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝐵𝐼𝒯-𝒱𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐼𝐸 𝐻𝒜𝒞𝒦𝐸𝑅

[joekeeryswife]

hey loves! i’d love to write for Vinnie Hacker so please please send in requests!

i write fluff, angst, dad! imagines and AUs. thank you 🫶🏼

[nighthoss]

﹙ 🏁 ∿ 🗯 .'﹚─── Hello everyone, how are u? I'm out of ideas, so if you have any, send me a ask and i'll get back to you shortly. Thanks in advance ‹𝟹 ❜

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[sadbbybel]

chapter 22 is up x

[familiarscars]

Hi moots. I hope this account connects with fanfic fans and those who are crazy about dark romance, not just on Halloween.

Here at intrinsic, we mix horror with pleasure all year round. P.