#vinnie hacker fanfiction

[deansbeer]

a quiet kind of forever ・ VHACKER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

SYNOPSIS. 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 | fem!reader | domestic fluff | established relationship.

KARI NOTES. i haven't written for him in what feels like ages. i genuinely feel so bad. anyway! so this cute lil fic idea was based off this TIKTOK of him && poncho. i can't stress enough how good he looks. this was kept on repeat btw.

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.

[inverneos]

— under desk suport, ♡. VINNIE HACKER

nsfw: oral m! recibing, praise, a bit of degradation.

after a whole week without seeing his girlfriend because of her finals, vinnie decided to help her relax.

english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!!

Vinnie was going through his usual pre-stream ritual. First, he'd quickly check the internet connection on his phone, ensuring everything was stable for a smooth broadcast. Then, he'd power on his trusty computer, listening for the familiar hum as it whirred to life. Next came the crucial step of connecting the various cables to the CPU – the monitor cable, the webcam, his microphone, making sure each was securely plugged in. Finally, with a double-click on his desktop, he'd open the Twitch application, the purple icon blooming on his screen, signaling that he was just moments away from going live.

But then he heard the door to his study open, his gaze softening as he saw his girlfriend there.

“Hey, doll” He greeted her and patted his thighs. “Come here”

And she did it with a big smile on her face.

“I've missed you, Vinn.” She answered him as she straddled his lap. “So much, like a crazy amount”

She's in her finals at college so she's been busy as fuck because of that, she's so focused on studing that became impossible to go to Vinnie’s house so often. But tonight she's got a bit of free time and there she is, in her boyfriend's arms, forgetting about everything.

“I've missed you too, baby.” He pulled her closer. “Want to relax for a bit, mnh?”

She just nodded, being with him was all that she needed.

And Vinnie would be lying if he didn't miss her like hell this past week. He texted her every day and called her at night, but it wasn't the same. He needed to feel her, touch her.

He moved a strand of hair from her face and behind her ear.

She was so fucking beautiful.

And before either of them could think any further, he crashed his lips into hers. The kiss started out gentle and unhurried, both enjoying the moment, being together again. But that escalated, her hands were in his hair and Vinnie was grabbing her hips.

She gasped and he took the opportunity to insert his tongue through those sweet lips. Then everything became more hurried, tongues intertwined, the taste of each other in their mouths.

Her breathing became erratic, and she pressed her hips against him. Vinnie groaned, only pulling away from her lips for a couple of seconds before kissing her deeply again. Bodies moving in sync, rubbing against each other.

Vinnie's hand ran under the hoodie she was wearing, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen.

“Fuck, doll.” He murmured against her lips, only breaking away because he heard the sound of several notifications on his phone. When he unlocked the screen he saw the group with his friends. “I really need to go on stream.”

Vinnie threw his head back and ran his hand through his hair. He was breathing heavily and his cock was growing in his pants just for the sight of her.

“Vinn, i know. I just—” she licked her lips and he almost lost it rigth there. “I missed this, you. It's been a really long week”

“My poor doll” Vinnie leaned in once again, finding her lips in another equally intense kiss. “You've been using that pretty head of yours tirelessly.”

He knew perfectly well how dedicated his girlfriend was to her studies, and she always got good grades because of it. He was proud of it.

“I can wait for you, don't worry” she presed a kiss on his cheek, streaming was his job. “Have fun with the guys, Vinn.”

She was about to get up from his lap, but Vinnie stopped her. He had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Don't even think about it, Doll” He shook his head and pressed her back onto his hard erection. “You need to relax, you deserve it.” He rested his head in the crook of her neck, and with his hand used the mouse to set up his Twitch screen. “I know what you need”

“And what do I need?”

Vinnie moved back to get a better look at her and took her by the chin. “You need to let me take care of you until your mind goes blank.” Vinnie's thumb caressed her lower lip, her breath hitched. He applied a little pressure to her mouth. “Open wide, baby. That's it, atta girl.”

She let him run his tongue over her thumb, then she instinctively began to suck on it.

“You've never given me support under the desk.” Her eyes sparkled, Vinnie's thumb remained in the warmth of her mouth. “Oh, that's exactly what you want, don't you, baby? Just being on your knees with your mouth full of my cock”

She moaned and that was the only answer he needed.

“Please, Vinnie” she pleaded as he pulled out his tumb out of her mouth.

“Look at you, so eager to suck my cock while I'm streaming.” He said, wiping his finger in her check. “You're such a pretty slut.”

“Vinnie” her voice was soft.

“Go to your knees, Doll. Be quiet unless you want to let everyone know the slut you're for me.” he commanded.

Her knees hit the floor and as she peeled back Vinnie's layers of clothing, she heard that he had already started streaming, greeting his fans like he normally did. And then, she took his hard length into her mouth.

Her boyfriend hadn't been wrong in suggesting that this was exactly what she needed, to focus only on being good enough to please him. So she moved her mouth to take him completely, running her tongue over the base and tip, then wrapping her lips around him again.

As time went by, she became dumber just by sucking him off. Saliva was running down her chin from how deep she was taking him, and a couple of tears had even slipped down her cheeks.

Vinnie was living one of his greatest fantasies, both hands were busy on the controller while he played that video game with his friends. But sometimes, when a game was over, he would reach out with one of his hands to stroke his girlfriend's hair or push her against his cock to go deep in her mouth.

He looked down, smiled slightly because he was still live on the stream and didn't want anything to be misinterpreted in the recording.

That fucking throat was going to drive him crazy. So hot, so wet and tight.

She looked so beautiful like that, so focused. Her mind seemed to have gone blank, her blue eyes looking at him as if is him to whom she was devoted.

He decided to pause the stream and cut the recording, muting his microphone. “So good. Looking so pretty with my cock” He pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail. And he started thrusting into her throat, hitting it deep and causing her to gag a couple of times.

The tension in Vinnie's abdomen became noticeable, so one more thrust, another one, harder, and he spilled into her throat. He grunted as he released into that slimy throat.

“Swallow it all, Doll.” He released his grip on her hair and watched as she swallowed his cum.

“Vinnie? You're back? We're ready, Man” He heard the voice of one of his friends in his headphones.

He took a deep breath and took the water bottle from his desk, giving it to his girlfriend.

“You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you.” He flattered her and with his thumb he wiped the corner of her lip, it had traces of his cum and then he rubbed it on her lips.

“I want to go on, Vinn” She rested her chin on his thigh, and just looking at her like that, he was already getting hard again.

He turned on the microphone just for the private channel with his friends. “I'll be back in one minute” then he muted the mic again.

She had drunk some water from the bottle he had passed her.

“You can go on, Doll.” He stroked her slightly messy blond hair. "Do you want to keep making me proud, uhm?” she nodded. “Good, I'm not done with the stream yet. And I'm beating those fuckers ass and it's all for your support.”

ty for reading!

[gingeraleluke]

hey babes :) if you’re taking requests, could you do a jackie and steven hyde type of thing but with vinnie x reader?? i just love them sm ;(

𝗵𝘆𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: hyde!vinnie x jackie!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: “i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings.”

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: ENEMIES TO LOVERS!! angst, fluff, 70’s!bad boy!stoner!mean!vinnie (he’s hyde, duh), very brief drinking/marijuana use, offensive language (it’s the 70’s), cheating, some sexual content, light violence, typical that 70’s show behaviors!! spoilers for that 70’s show

𝗔/𝗡: SUPER LONG! this is literally just a bunch of hyde and jackie scenes, except with reader and vinnie inserted (some things are different obviously to keep it more original & entertaining but pretty much the same) and i kept the characters from that 70’s show and everything else the same so if you haven’t watched that 70’s show, you’ll probably be confused -> ps: since everyone calls steven by his last name in the show, so vinnie gets called hacker a lot in this!

you can also read the old kelso!vinnie fic i wrote here

this is a request that i got two years ago before i went on break. since i am a huge that 70’s show fan and steven hyde obsessed (fuck the actor), i just couldn’t help myself from writing so much.

i had a lot more planned for this but since it’s thanksgiving, i figured i’d leave it there, so let me know if you want a part two! i love and missed you guys <3 i hope you enjoy!

wondering where ive been and why it took so long? click here. 🩷

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“he’s better than you in every conceivable way.” the confidence was staggering in her voice but she was speaking faster than she was thinking, and she’d be damned if michael got the last laugh.

sure, every girl dreamed of prom, but not like y/n did. in fact, y/n would honestly cease to function, burn out and die if she didn’t get the magical romantic night that she had been planning ever since she could walk. if she could she’d get her daddy to pay off michael to just stop being such an idiot and take her to prom instead, but as always her father was busy and frankly no where to be found. maybe a simple phone call his way would work, but than again she’d already opened her mouth and once y/n starts yapping, she can’t just stop.

her father would most likely go on about how poor and dumb the kelso’s were and insist she bring someone else to be arm candy for— and then she’d go on her ‘but daddy, i love him’ speech for the millionth time— the nonsensical idea was still better than sitting there and acknowledging the mess that she was making with her statements, but could you blame her?

i mean, pam macey? seriously? it was almost offensive that that was what micheal was so giddy suddenly about. if he wants to take that slut to the prom, than so be it.

y/n y/l/n could do better than her mediocre ex —michael kelso, anyways.

it is her world at the end of the day and everyone else was just living in it. a date to prom shouldn’t be hard to find. a girl like that is someone you’d be a fool not to be bending over backwards for.

once michael exclaimed how ‘that could be anybody’ before bursting out of donna’s front door, she knew she’d got him right where she wanted him. she loved making kelso feel like an idiot, especially when he was one (which was a lot).

her satisfied grin was quickly replaced with a pout as she gazed down at the fake fruit in the bowl center of the counter she sat at, analyzing her brain for any ideas as to what she was going to do.

she wasn’t sure what led her to the spot beside vinnie on the couch of eric foreman’s basement, but once she was seated there, she immediately began sighing absentmindedly while pretending to watch the movie on the small tv in front of them.

hacker’s legs were up on the table, his signature boots beside discarded objects scattered along the surface and his face didn’t seem to move a muscle at the girl beside him. breathing in again, she let out a louder sigh, her behavior and noises progressively becoming more dramatic and less easy to ignore.

time seemed to slow down when finally, arms still crossed, vinnie sucked his teeth and hesitantly replied, eyes glued to the screen.

“y/n, if i ask you what’s wrong will you stop doing that?”

the girl threw up her hands, defeatedly—“it’s the prom. stupid michael is taking stupid pam macey and now i don’t have a date, but i told him i did, and im a complete loser.” huffing, she mirrored vinnie, crossing her arms against her chest.

she was met with immediate laughter from the tattooed boy. still looking ahead, his chuckles grew, up until he saw the girl beside him staring at him, distraught with the most pathetic look on her face. quickly clearing his throat, he feined a smile and replied with “no you’re not!”

body language still clearly dying for this moment to be over and for the smaller girl to leave, she continued on. “it’s just that…i thought that he was gonna ask me, and now anyone who’s anyone is going, and i don’t have a date.”

“you’re right, i heard it was gonna be fun.” he claimed, sarcasm completely flying under the girls radar.

“how would you know, you’re not even going?!” the realization hit her. shocked, she put her hands to her face, making eye contact with vinnie for the first time since she arrived in the basement.

“you’re not going, oh my god. you don’t have a date…..and i bet you’d clean up nice!” she smirked. he could practically see the gears turning in her head and adjusted his focus back to the tv.

“i do. but i won’t.” he deadpanned, hoping she’d just leave it there.

but did rich, spoiled, princess y/n y/l/n ever just ‘leave it there?’ of course not!

“look, i know we’ve had our differences—“ she shifted, moving towards vinnie and putting a hand on his arm to garner more of his attention, hoping he’d take her seriously if he saw how upset she was.

“y/n, we’ve had nothing but differences. in fact, don’t we kind of hate each other?” he dismissed her, pointing out the obvious that she had purposefully been avoiding.

it was true, y/n and vinnie never got along. why would they? he was a poor misfit who was covered in tattoos and only ever cared about weed and had a fate for either dying alone or in prison— while she was a rich girl, born with a name for herself, constantly striving to be the center of attention and doing whatever she could to achieve her goals— although it felt like it more so followed her around since everything was always just so easy with her.

nothing was ever easy with hacker.

“yes, but this is the prom!” she sobbed, clutching onto him and leaning into his chest, feeling the fabric of his jacket shifting below her as he centered himself.

“y/n…come on. stop!” he demanded gently, the girl a bundled mess in his lap, continuing to cry and while some of it was hysterics, real tears were threatening to spill at the thought of not having a date. “oh, come on..” she had him right where she wanted him, “look, do you wanna go to the prom?!” he snapped, the softness leaving his voice.

“yes.” she composed herself, watching him roll his eyes while he leaned over to rest his head against his hand. while his attention was back on the television, y/n’s presence stayed.

“thank you.” she fixed her hair, watching the grimace appear on his face in response to what he had just done, or more so agreed to do.

“yeah, yeah. shut up.”

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wearing a long, purple dress and hair done up with white flowers, y/n stood at her dates door. the fabric flowed beautifully on her as if she was a painting and a part of her was excited to see michael’s reaction to it.

if only he’d been my date.

vinnie’s mom had been yelling profanities from inside their house while he had been trying to slip away to meet y/n. the girl could hear the older woman reciting ‘carrie’ quotes from behind the walls when he finally emerged from behind the door.

“SHUT UP, MA! YOU’RE MAKING THE NIGHT TOO DAMN SPECIAL!” he called back, opening the glass door and smiling at y/n as if he wasn’t just shouting back at his mother. the door slammed and he stood before the girl, a box in his hands, wearing a suit that matched hers. ruffles of the same purple color from her dress, adorned his toned chest, hidden under a large velvet bow tie. “wow, you look beautiful.”

his words had caught her off guard, the sincerity in his voice snapping her back from her thoughts. “you too.” it was true, he did. y/n never thought she’d see the day where vinnie hacker wore anything even remotely elegant, much less a tailored matching suit. she became nervous, and fiddled with her fingers beneath the sheer gloves she wore. “should—do you want me to say hi to your..?”

“oh no, trust me. shes lovely.” he quickly guided her down the steps of his house, “let’s just go, alright?”

a sigh left his lips while the box he held caught her eye as it shimmered in the moonlight. “is that for me?” she pointed, watching him outstretch his hands to give it to her.

“oh, uh…yeah.”

“oh my god, vinnie. this is beautiful.” she grasped the box wrapped in golden paper, seeing the corsage peeking through the window of it. “you know, this whole thing has taught me that i really don’t need michael to go to the prom. i can go with anyone…even you.” she licked her lips, tasting her strawberry and kiwi lip gloss before leaning in. “thanks.”

what vinnie assumed was gonna be a hug, was instead a chaste kiss to his cheek. bewildered by the sudden and foreign intimacy, they backed away from each other before the boy spoke up.

“yeah let’s not do that.”

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“look, you wanna be with her and she wants to be with you so how about you quit acting like a baby, man up and go be with each other!” vinnie took a swing of the punch he had poured, “cause this whole thing sickens me!” grimacing and brushing off kelso, until the lanky boy made his way to y/n’s table, momentarily forgetting about pam macey, his date.

vinnie had spent the prom beside his date, showing little to no enthusiasm but just enough to keep her on her feet. he posed for photos with her, constantly belittled pam’s appearance for her (despite it being all lies), and even slow danced with the girl, but it was no use. her body was sending noiseless complaints and groans of misery while she stared longingly at her ex boyfriend, who was staring back just as much as her despite the blonde woman in his arms. vinnie made his way to get y/n some punch when michael approached him, pulling out the ‘bros before hoes’ card and exclaiming ‘how could you’s?!’ after going on about how he thought him and vinnie were friends, the boy in purple finally interrupted, explaining his actions with a simple ‘she was crying, man!’

he maneuvered his way into the open seat beside pam macey, her face as blank and thoughtless as ever. quickly pulling out a pick up line along the lines of ‘let’s get out of here and have sex in a car’, he ushered her out of the building. looking back once more at y/n who was already chipper at the sight of michael beside her, leaning in and kissing him on the dance floor, vinnie adjusted his tie and droned out the blondes chatter as he followed.

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eric, fez, and vinnie were seated in the foreman’s basement when y/n burst through the door with jagged, weak breaths. she ran all the way there with barely an idea as to what she was going to do, all she knew was that she had to find eric.

“eric, i just saw michael kissing your sister! okay, he’s a rat! he’s been cheating on me!” she struggled to keep her calm while the three boys gazed up at her, vinnie’s gaze more apathetic than the other two boys.

“what? no!” eric pretended to be surprised while continuing to shuffle cards mindlessly. he was in the middle of a game, vinnie and fez still holding their cards in hand. everyone but y/n and donna knew about kelso’s affair with eric’s sister. it was like a bomb just waiting to drop. he’d continuously complain to the group about how difficult it was juggling two girls at once and was constantly trying to make it work until he realized he needed to end it with laurie.

fez’s curiosity at y/n’s words were peaked and he shifted towards her, just waiting for the moment to come to the rescue. “surely there must be some kind of mistake!” eric lowered his cards and his voice was laced with a humorous undertone that made y/n feel like she was completely out of the loop. “right guys!?” he slapped vinnie on the chest, hitting his sweater while he sat there mouth agape.

“wow..sure is a mind blower!” it was the same fake voice that vinnie used when he spoke to y/n kindly. if it wasn’t some backhanded comment, it was meaningful criticism being hurled at her— his distain in the girl was apparent at all times. the same voice he used when he had to respond to red and kitty about weed and the dangers of it. fake enthusiasm.

“does that mean you and kelso are over?” fez stood up, letting the cards land on the table. y/n took in his puzzled appearance, “yes!”

“like…by over you mean..?”

“forever! i never wanna see him again, fez! this is way more than just taking pam macey to the prom— i mean laurie?! lying about that to me? and setting my house on fire? this whole time i’ve been putting up with him and he goes and does that, i mean?!” she groaned, her puffer jacket feeling progressively hot as she found herself in a steep slope that lead to tears and violence. she wanted to slap someone the more she thought back at the situation.

“to be fair, that’s only the stuff you know about.” vinnie quipped from his seat on the chair beside the couch. eric quickly swatted him with his hand while fez remained looking at the girl with puppy eyes. her blood was boiling, like hacker couldn’t get any more unlikable.

shaking her head in annoyance, she ground her teeth while spinning on her heels back to the door she entered from, knowing that if she stayed she’d end up throwing something at the cocky boy in leather. she made her way to donna’s house.

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after having time to reflect, or at least pretend to, y/n made peace with michael’s actions. she stood once again in the basement, ranting on about the breakup and her new desires to eric and donna who were cuddled on the couch.

“you sure you’re changed? because you’re yapping like the old you.” vinnie said, hand in the freezer behind her to pull out a popsicle. while he walked back to the edge of the couch, the door to the basement swung open, revealing y/n’s disheveled ex.

“y/n..can we talk?” it was like no one else was in the room, the way kelso’s brown eyes only gravitated towards the girl in question.

“i’m here, why not?”

“andd with that i think we should—“ eric grabbed onto donna, beginning to rise from their seat on the couch as they realized the intimate moment that was about to make way.

“uh, foreman?” vinnie halted him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back to the couch before sitting on the arm rest. “come on now.” he patted eric’s shoulder before taking a lick of the yellow popsicle in his hand, watching over at the broken couple and waiting for them to start bickering.

of course he was entertained.

“look, y/n, i know i messed up. i mean, i did so many things that i don’t even know where to start.”

“woah, hey! give it a shot at least, i’ll help you fill in the blanks.” vinnie interrupted kelso, continuing to eat his popsicle while smirking at the situation his friend had finally fallen in. he’d been waiting for it to finally come to light and here it was.

donna had to keep vinnie at bay while michael was shooting his shot at an apology, but every time y/n looked at him, she couldn’t help but see him and eric’s sister in that kitchen kissing again. it was like a stain on him that was driving her insane.

“i don’t forgive you kelso. i don’t want to be with you again, okay? we are done. forever.”

“woah, didn’t see that coming!” vinnie leaped off the edge of the couch, hiding his grin with the yellow treat in hand before kelso bolted out of the door again, stomping. he caught a glimpse of the tears on his face, along with the new ones that were pouring down y/n’s.

“so um…” she could feel three sets of eyes on her, all shocked at her decision and not knowing how to comfort her. she laughed at herself for being so stupid.

“that was the smartest thing i’ve ever done! and um…” she gulped, grasping her hands together and trying to keep her lip from quivering. “it’s for the best…” her mascara was clumping through her vision and the sight of donna’s sympathetic gaze was too much to handle.

she whined, completely breaking down. the couple stood up, arms open while eric cooed words of comfort and donna was preparing to hold her crying friend, but y/n made a b line straight to vinnie.

“hacker!” she cried, walking by the two and wrapping her arms around the tall boys torso. he looked over at the others for help, stunned while holding onto his popsicle in one hand. she sobbed into his neck, standing on her tippy toes to reach him.

he didn’t hug back and was instead appalled, but y/n found comfort in his presence anyways.

“why does she always come to me?” he questioned, carefully putting his hand at the back of her waist, his touch light like she was contagious.

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some time had passed, and after breaking up with kelso, y/n found herself constantly going to vinnie for comfort, despite him being the least comforting person on the planet.

he didn’t know what to do. he’d tried everything to get her to stop and talk to donna instead or just be like him and keep it bottled up inside, but y/n wouldn’t take. it was at the point where he would just pretend to be someone else whenever she spoke to him. that’s what he was doing now, folding his laundry while the girl sat on top of the foreman’s washing machine, going on about michael like always.

he smiled and gave her the cheapest advice and response possible, taking everything at face value. “yeah, i suppose that it’s important that when you have a bad breakup.. that you find friends,” he grabbed another one of his graphic tees, folding it, “that uh..sympathetic…uh…stuff.” he huffed, bending over to grab another shirt from the machine. “for support and uh…yeah..i don’t know.” he smiled.

“right…so, let’s go to the mall!” she offered, excited at the idea of hanging out with someone. sure she loved shopping, but having someone with her to shower her in compliments made it a thousand times better.

she wasn’t sure what it was that made her gravitate towards vinnie at this time. maybe it’s because he’s the only person who didn’t treat her like she was special and instead, criticized her and was brutally honest. something about it made her feel more human. whatever the reason was, she undoubtedly only wanted to be with hacker at this time.

“no— i meant friends like donna! or.. not me!” grabbing his laundry, y/n followed him into his room at the back of the basement. she’d never really been in there before, since vinnie moved in with the foreman’s.

he rolled his eyes as he heard her steps behind him. “but, i noticed that you’re alone a lot! and now i’m alone a lot! so let’s just be alone together!” he turned to face her after placing his clothes on the bed, seeing her in his room felt so out of place. “look, we’re even alone right now! it’s not so bad!”

“i’d beg to differ.” he huffed, continuing to walk away from her. once they were out of his room, she had managed to get him to agree to hang out with her. sure, he was only going since she offered to pay for his food and let him drive her dads fancy car, but a win was a win for y/n.

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after a workable trip to the mall, the two made their ways back to the car. now, sitting in the passenger seat, was y/n complimenting the new boots that she’d bought vinnie. she bought them partly because his current clothes were hideous and she was embarrassed to be seen with someone dressed like that with clothes you could only find in a bargain bin— but she also enjoyed spending money on people she cared about.

she was so used to constantly feeding and clothing michael, paying for every little thing he needed and didn’t need, that it almost felt wrong to not buy vinnie something. sure, he wasn’t her boyfriend to spoil with gifts, but that same urge she felt for michael, she felt for him.

the first sign that maybe she liked vinnie more than she expected to.

once y/n started talking about plans for tomorrow, vinnie stopped her with a chuckle. “okay, alright now!come on now, y/n. this was a one time only thing, alright?”

she could feel her stomach drop at his words, “if you’re trying to bribe me with these boots, man, you can just take them back.”

“oh..i see.” she tried to keep her head up, ignoring the pain that she felt in her chest. even her $400 fur coat she wore couldn’t hide the hurt inside.

“oh, what are you gonna do now? cry?” he mocked, playfully. while she peered out the window of the passenger seat, vinnie’s face dropped in realization. his brown eyes studied her face, looking her up and down to see the look of devastation written all over it.

“oh, man..you’re crying.” the boys usual rough demeanor softened slightly and he didn’t drop his gaze, instead leaning closer to her. “hey..y/n! come on, it’s gonna be fine, alright?”

vinnie wrapped his arm around her shoulder, silently begging her to look at him. when he completely dropped his cool guy act and started comforting her more intimately than ever before, y/n didn’t know what to do. “you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he murmured softly, pushing a few strands of hair from her face and behind her ear. “this whole thing, it’s gonna be fine alright?”

once y/n made eye contact with him, she couldn’t stop herself from leaning in, putting her hand on his cheek and letting her lips touch his for a millisecond before he pulled away, frantically.

“NO! bad y/n!”

“but..you’re alone and i was alone—“

“look, y/n..i’m trying to help you out here okay? i’m not gonna take advantage of you like this.” y/n swallowed, not letting him continue.

“vinnie-“

“no, listen. you need to understand that you can do so much better than kelso. i know you’re upset but it’s gonna be okay.”

“but what if i don’t find anyone else…” she asked.

“you will, man! you’ll find somebody great!” his words were sincere and reassuring, as opposed to the way he usually spoke to her.

“see, i myself? don’t like you.”

and she spoke to soon.

“i find you abrasive,” he continued, “but if i didn’t know you, and i had never talked to you… i’d think you were totally hot.”

and with that, she felt a million times better.

“thank you, hacker.”

“anything for you, princess.”

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later that night, vinnie made his way to the basement with two bottles of coke, finding y/n standing there, looking at fez and kelso.

“hey, what’s going on?” he asked, eyes darting between the girl he’d just been with and her ex boyfriend as he handed her the coke he’d grabbed for her.

“nothing! nothing at all.” she exclaimed, smiling back at kelso before looking down at vinnie who was now seated. “thank you hacker for tonight. it was very special.” with that, she leaned down and gave him a kiss that was dangerously close to his lips.

vinnie sat there processing what had happened while she made her way past the two boys and out the door, leaving a shocked and appauled kelso and a grinning vinnie.

“you guys like my new boots?”

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that bag.

curse that stupid bag was all vinnie could think.

y/n was clingier than ever before, doing whatever she could to get vinnie to hang out with her and it was driving him up the wall. she was like a parasite at this point.

then when vinnie told her off and explained how they had nothing in common and that she was just a square cheerleader and they’d never be best friends, it flipped a switch in her.

that’s when he found her outside with a bag full of paraphernalia that she’d purchased in order to prove that she wasn’t some goody two shoes cheerleader, and of course with their luck a cop was there. he approached them after hearing them argue when vinnie heard her express that she wanted to be with him, he couldn’t help himself but snap back at her.

when the officer saw the bag, he went to arrest y/n before vinnie told him that it was his bag and not hers, and given vinnie’s appearance, the cop believed it.

after that, y/n confessed her love to him and was positive that he loved her back, no matter what he may say. in her eyes, him taking the fall for her and going to jail, was him protecting her and she’d never felt any type of protection like that before from any of her exes.

she made it her mission to get him to be with her as soon as he was released from jail.

“guess who?!” she put two hands over hackers eyes, covering them as she stood behind him. he was alone at the hub, sitting at a table with a bottle in his hand.

“well, it’s either y/n or the cold, clammy hands of death. not sure which one would be worse.”

“it’s….y/n!” she singsonged, sitting beside him. her hand immediately going to clutch his arm.

“damn it.”

“oh, vinnie…you’re my hero!” she gushed, “when that cop found my bag and you said it was yours, and then they took you to the big house and locked you up! that was the most romantic thing ever.”

“yeah, maybe for you! i was deloused!” he scoffed, feeling y/n grab his hand and forcibly intertwine them when leo came in to sit beside them. he gave up fighting and let her hold his hand.

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while the gang was nervously conversing in the basement about how eric got them busted for smoking by confessing to red after vinnie got arrested, y/n interrupted.

she leaped down off of the washing machine and walked behind vinnie. “guys, can we talk about something more important than weed? i mean,” she grabbed vinnie’s face, pulling him into her chest as she leaned down, “we’re in love!”

vinnie suddenly rose from his chair, turning to face her. his tight plain shirt was hugging his figure perfectly. “alright, enough of your fantasy bullshit. this whole thing wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you. why don’t you get this through your simple little easy bake oven head? i don’t love you. i don’t even like you. i can barely stand to look at you. okay?”

the room went silent for a moment before y/n chirped up, “oh vinnie, you’re such a bad liar!” and with that, she wrapped her arms around the boys neck and leaned up into him, hugging him.

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“so…vinnie…” the cheery girl placed both her hands on vinnie’s legs, right above his knees. he was seated on the washing machine, listening to the gang converse about how bored they were, when she approached.

she had on a denim dress with a slightly-sheer button up underneath that was light green with flowers all over it. her hair was pushed back with a bobby pin and she had a gold necklace on that matched the watch hacker wore—only her necklace was real gold and a gift from her father while his watch was something he stole off of a kid during third period last year.

the blue of her outfit was just a smidge darker than the jeans he wore. “would you like to be my date to mr. foreman’s barbecue?” her question was spoken with such confidence that anyone with eyes would wonder who she thought she was asking, because clearly it wasn’t vinnie, the boy who dodged her at every change he got.

“no.” her face dropped at his words and the brunette continued, “as a matter of fact, i don’t wanna go anywhere with you.”

“you know what— that’s okay!” vinnie felt the machine beneath him wobble slightly as y/n sat down beside him, closer than she needed to be. she was now sandwiched between him and the laundry bin that laurie had left down there. “we can stay in.”

her arm hung over his shoulders, leaning in even closer than she was before. “no, y/n! i’ve told you time and time again, you don’t have a chance.”

she could feel embarrassment slowly creeping up and shifted back away, her shoulder touching the laundry bin. “but for some reason, you keep thinking that i’m interested and that you have a chance!” he moved over to sit on the chair beside donna.

“wait, so you are interested in me and i have a chance?!”

of course her brain only made out the exact opposite of what vinnie was trying to say. donna let out a laugh, darting her eyes back down to the magazine she was reading from her seat on the sofa.

vinnie quickly stood back up at her words, “boy, you are just insufferable and stupid… donna, take your friend.” with that, he went up the stairs, leaving the two girls alone.

“donna..” y/n crossed her arms, taking in vinnie’s words. “why does he say words that hurt me so much? why would he want to hurt me like that?!”

“because you’re stalking him, y/n.”

“no, really, donna!”

“y/n. really.” she deadpanned, her bright eyes looking over at her best friend. her fingers closed her magazine and she shimmied closer to the girl. “you are to hacker what fez is to you.”

“okay, that’s ridiculous— fez and i would never happen!” her breath caught in her throat and she felt herself fall into the seat beside the redhead. “oh my god… vinnie and i will never happen.”

the predicament was completely different than anything she’d ever experienced before. usually whenever she had a problem, she could solve it with either money or her looks. she’d already tried money when she bought vinnie those boots, and clearly he was blind if he wasn’t dropping to his knees like everyone else to be with her, so looks wasn’t working either.

that left her with one other option. make him realize that he likes her. how? by making him jealous.

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later that day, y/n arrived at the foreman’s barbecue with someone else, just how she planned. he had an arm wrapped around her and wore the ugliest brown leather jacket that vinnie had ever seen.

the sight of chip leaning onto y/n was one vinnie didn’t expect to see from his seat at the front of the house.

“everybody, meet chip! he’s been chasing after me for years now so i figured, what the hell? chip, meet everybody!” her voice was too happy for vinnie’s liking and when chip left to grab her a drink, she immediately turned to see him, perched there watching with an unreadable expression.

“so you’re with this chip guy now?” he had his legs spread on both sides of the chair, his arms resting in his lap as he leaned backwards.

“yep.” her gaze was on chip, smiling dreamily before turning to vinnie.

“huh.” he muttered.

“why, do you care?” she shot back, pressing all of her weight into the pillar of the house.

“nah, why would i? i mean, if you wanna date this guy than that’s..cool.” he replied.

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y/n immediately approached donna who was putting up decorations for her dad, to inform her on what vinnie said.

while she didn’t see why her best friend was so excited about what seemed to be an honest and careless answer, she was somewhat grateful to have her there since everyone else had been at eric’s house all day. y/n made sure to compliment the decorations before heading back to the barbecue, only after she’d snatched a hot dog from the grill and complimented bob’s cooking.

after steering eric’s sister away from her chip, she continued back to her date. “you can have him when i’m done with him, like usual.” she’d said.

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something told vinnie to talk to this ‘chip’ guy, and after further evaluation, he was glad he did.

the guy was a jackass. even more so than her usual type, and that said a lot coming from hacker.

“i hate it when she talks, and she’s always talking.” was a statement that he could agree with and laugh about, but when the loser followed that statement up with “but it’s worth it if i get to nail her,” that was when he started seeing red.

“huh..” vinnie tightened his jaw along with the grip on his beer. “you might wanna rethink that, man. i mean…y/n’s pretty young and…only had like one boyfriend.”

“yeah, which isn’t surprising, i mean…she’s a bitch.” chip proceeded to shoot him with the most shit-eating grin that vinnie had ever seen. he just couldn’t stop himself from swinging at him.

so he did.

after letting out a dry chuckle that read ‘you’re gonna regret saying that’, vinnie threw a punch at him, hard, knocking chip to the floor instantly.

y/n came running out at the sound of shouts and gasps from the party goers who had witnessed it.

“vinnie, what happened?”

she couldn’t care less about her date bleeding on the floor, instead her focus was entirely on the tattooed boy who was adjusting his jacket and seemed to be just as confused as what had happened as she was.

“what? nothing! just…somebody and the—guy that…just said bitch and there’s nothing.” he struggled to explain himself while her eyes darted from him to the guy on the floor.

“oh my god! he called me a bitch and you hit him!” vinnie gulped, studying her frantic movements. “i’m right, aren’t i!?”

“no…”

“liar! i am the bitch and you LOVE me!” she exclaimed.

“uh…kitty’s calling me.” and with that, vinnie darted into the house, ignoring her and leaving her there to daydream about how ‘in love’ they were.

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just a few hours later, there she was, in vinnie’s jacket, sitting on the edge of the front of the car. she looked so innocent staring up at the stars in his clothes that were way too big for her.

they were on a date.

after going to kitty for advice and hearing how convinced she was that vinnie had feelings for y/n, he said fuck it and borderline demanded her to get in the car. “we are going on a fucking date.”

she was drinking his soda, an intimate gesture while leaning into him. everything was so perfect, from the scenery to the sound of guitar playing from the car radio. it was just what she wanted.

“dates almost over…what’d you think?”

“eh..i didn’t completely hate it.” he replied, looking back at her to see her gazing lovingly into his eyes.

then, they leaned in. a first kiss.

“huh.” kissing him wasn’t as she imagined it’d be. it wasn’t like when she kissed michael and that was all she was really used to. “i didn’t feel anything.”

“nothing?”

“no…i mean, it was good! but..” y/n sighed, “did you feel something?”

“uh….no.” he stopped and stared quizzically at the sky for a moment before reaffirming his answer.

“wow…than i guess you were right about us all along. just friends.” a part of her was disappointed.

“i mean..we have enough time if you want to take this to the backseat and—“ he raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“oh, take me home! you pig!”

“yes, dear.”

she wondered if he really did feel something.

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vinnie was on top as usual, gripping the side of the couch while y/n was splayed out under him. her arms met his shoulders, humming softly while entangling her tongue with his. about five minutes into a make out session, they heard the familiar stomp of kelso’s feet down the basement stairs.

“a catholic school?!”

fuck.

the two immediately separated, y/n pulling her dress back down and adjusting her lipstick while vinnie ran to grab his pair of sunglasses off the table, crossing his legs to hide his surely visible erection.

“yeah, my dad took away my slingshot so i’m feeling it pretty bad too.” kelso reached the end of the stairs with donna and eric following him. while donna went to grab her laundry, kelso slid in beside y/n on the couch, sucking obnoxiously loud on a lollipop.

vinnie pretended to be invested in whatever shitty show was on tv, while michael started hitting on y/n, like always.

“i think we should hash this thing out, yeah?” he gestured between him and his ex with the lollipop he held.

“michael, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“come on babe, i can see it on your face. you’re dying. you miss me so much and i know we’ve been through a lot together…but you know i’m always here if you ever have some physical needs.” he suggested, putting an arm around y/n’s shoulders and breathing down onto her.

vinnie quickly jabbed him in the arm, making kelso lose his grip on the lollipop. “ow-hey! what was that for?!”

he frantically grabbed the red treat off the ground before looking back at the brunette and rubbing his shoulder in pain.

“candy’s not good for you.” he barked, clearly annoyed at the way he was talking to y/n, but with them being under wraps, only she could tell.

“well damn!” he grossly popped the treat into his mouth, leaning towards the opposite side of the couch. donna and eric winced at the sight, before exclaiming how kelso will ‘always be the king’.

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the last thing donna and eric expected to see when they entered the foreman’s basement was vinnie hunched over y/n, who was grasping on to her dress that had made its way down to her waist, trying to shield her bra cladded chest.

vinnie didn’t even care enough to move, y/n had to push him off of her. her face was so hot, she only assumed it looked animated. there were probably birds flying around hackers head, the way he didn’t give a damn. it was like someone unplugged him.

eric noticed first, his eyes wide as he shouted a fast “OH MY GOD!”, causing donna to turn. once the redhead’s eyes saw the two on the couch, they mirrored her boyfriends, widening so much that she looked like her eyes would pop out.

“what the hell?!”

“what? you never seen two people kiss before?” vinnie swallowed, his breath still heavy from the act they had been caught in. he’d been blue balled multiple times this week and it was driving him insane— not to mention the times they’d been interrupted during not so heated make outs.

“vinnie!” she scoffed, clearly embarrassed. her best friend threw a nearby pillow at her to help her cover up, since the only way to pull her dress back up, was to rise from her seat.

“what?!” he threw his hands back, nonchalantly. donna sent him a sharp glare, turning her back towards the two so y/n could get situated. eric was so traumatized that he’d already been looking the other way.

“listen you two fairies, sometimes people get urges to touch each other and it’s not a big deal. it means nothing, stop being such prudes.” vinnie responded while y/n fixed her dress, scolding the boy the second she was decent.

“are you done now?” she rolled her eyes, “you can turn around now!”

eric stayed near the door entrance while donna moved closer to her friend. “are you serious y/n?! hacker?!”

“my couch!” eric shrieked, causing his girlfriend to send him a disappointing look. the two locked eyes, “kelso!” they exclaimed in unison, even more outraged than before.

“did someone say kelso!?” fez shouted from the top of the basement stairs. the guilty pair stiffened, knowing that wherever fez is, kelso’s sure to follow. vinnie turned towards the tv, turning it on like nothing happened, while y/n sat there frozen.

“that’s right, ladies and gentlemen! the number one fastest hot dog eating champion of the entirety of the state of wisconsin, michael kelso, has arrived!” fez shouted in an announcer voice, kelso’s steps following.

once fez reached the end of the stairs, he waited for the taller boy to catch up.

“HELL YEAH! word must have gotten around, huh?!” he quickly jumped in between vinnie and y/n, squishing the three on the couch. “yep, that’s right.”

“kelso, what the hell are you talking about?” donna asked.

“i just challenged everyone at the hub to a hotdog race, winner gets 5 dollars, and won! there were only 2 people who agreed but still. everyone else was too wimp and i don’t blame them!” he put an arm on y/n’s shoulder. “does that turn you on?”

the group minus fez and kelso all shook their heads in disapproval. “it was beautiful!” fez sighed lyrically.

“yeah, that hotdog number four almost killed me. i was gasping for air…but i’m not dumb enough to choke. now THAT would be embarrassing.” he laughed, relieved.

the room went quiet before hacker stood up, “i’m going for a drive, y/n come with me.” he stated like it was an order, leaving the girl alone with kelso, fez, and the couple who knew her secret.

“like y/n would follow hacker.” michael scoffed.

“yes, why would she? she hates him!” fez chuckled from his spot in front of the tv.

seeing as they both knew y/n and vinnie wouldn’t have the balls to tell them, eric and donna filled them in on what had happened. they were both hysterical, kelso especially.

“HACKER?! oh be serious you guys, he’s poor and ugly and…” michael struggled to think of ways to insult his friend, “and my friend! he’d never do that…. plus y/n doesn’t date idiots, alright and he’s an idiot! i mean, remember the time he locked himself in the closet at donna’s house and slept there on the floor all night?!?” he shouted, standing up from the couch to face his ex.

“kelso..that was you.” donna corrected him.

“oh yeah…”

“and come on— hacker looks just like you.” eric chimed in.

“yeah! if you were covered in tattoos, were raised in a shack of a house riddled with paraphernalia and were more attractive!” donna remarked, kelso snapping his head back to look at her. “you’d be twins!” she smiled.

“oH, THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!” kelso cowardly stormed out of the basement, leaving fez there, kneeling on the ground and looking at the couch that y/n and vinnie had made out on. he looked up quizzically at the two left alone with him.

“so…what color was the bra?”

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── ★ ˙ ̟𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ──

“you wanna know what i’m grateful for?” red huffed, leaning over his wife’s shoulders. “earplugs.”

he had been begging kitty to quiet down her singing, but with y/n there to help her whip the mashed potatoes, she couldn’t help but burst out in song. she’d missed laurie, not used to her not being home for thanksgiving and y/n was as close to laurie as she could get, yet the girl wasn’t her usual chipper and abrasive self. instead, she was sulking in complete silence, watching kitty cut vegetables as her wrist mindlessly wound the potatoes in the bowl she held.

she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this awful.

her dad was in trouble with the law which was causing a serious turmoil on her mother, leading her to take everything out on y/n, even more so than usual. while all she wanted was to be with vinnie, he hadn’t seen her in a week.

she tried cuddling with him on the couch like she used to, but he didn’t give in and acted like she wasn’t there. after that, she stumbled away crying and stayed at her house for the week— avoiding vinnie at all costs.

she didn’t understand what had happened. it wasn’t like she was asking him to fall madly and deeply in love with her or something, but he wouldn’t even show up to their makeout sessions anymore. ever since he swore that the thing they had was only casual fooling around and nothing more to eric and donna and that they’d stop, he’d been completely distant. sure, she swore it too, but she assumed he was just saying it to get them to back off.

she didn’t think he actually meant it!

a lot had changed since that first kiss they shared. when they started fooling around, it happened out of lust and came completely out of left field, and she still didn’t feel anything magical from it— but recently she’d started to feel things.

and it made her sick to think that she was the only one who felt it.

she wasn’t supposed to like guys like vinnie. she was supposed to marry someone with a bright future and wealthy parents who she could pass down a family name with— not someone who she’d be embarrassed to take to an event with her and have to cover his mouth to keep him from making crude comments.

so why was she so upset that he didn’t go check on her and why did he seemingly forget she existed? she even splurged on a new dress, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but nothing.

noticing how everyone except for hacker was outside playing basketball and conversing, she assumed that meant that the boy was by himself in the basement since he’s rarely in his room. after she finished whipping the mashed potatoes, she spoke for the first time in what felt like ages.

“is there anything else i can help you with, mrs. foreman?”

kitty looked back at her, seeing her sunken gaze and frowned so fast that y/n didn’t see it. “actually, red left a case of booze in the freezer in the basement so it would be nice and cold for him at supper, could you be a dear and fetch it for him?”

the basement.

nodding, she turned and made her way to the basement, anxious at the thought of being alone with vinnie.

when she reached the basement, she found vinnie seated in his usual chair, watching a tv that was seemingly off. she furrowed her brow, bending over at the freezer directly next to him.

“hey.”

he looked over to her, noting her proximity and how good the new dress fit her. “hey.”

“whatcha doin?” she put the beer on the ground, lifting her body up onto the washing machine and sitting down.

“television.” he said.

“really? cause’ it uh…kinda looks like you forgot to turn it on.” she joked.

“man, nothing gets past you, huh?”

sighing, y/n swallowed her pride and joined him on the couch. his brown eyes were glued to her whenever she wasn’t looking.

“are you okay?”

“shouldn’t i be asking you that?” he glared, shaking his head before leaning back into the couch. her hand fell onto his knee, comfortingly.

“yes, yeah..you should, but since you’re too much of a dumbass, i’m making the first move.”

“so, wouldn’t that make you the dumbass here?” he argued.

“stop changing the subject and just tell me why you’re mad at me!”

“i’m not mad at you.” he pulled back from her touch and stood up, shaking his head as if he was annoyed and this was the dumbest conversation on earth.

“well then, why haven’t we been…us recently?”

“alright now, don’t be getting so ahead of yourself, y/n. what us?” he questioned, towering over the girl who was now standing in front of him. “as far as i’m aware, we’ve been the most ‘us’ that we could have possibly been, this week!”

“vinnie, we didn’t see each other at all.”

“and why would we? its like you’ve always said, you’re you and i’m me. why keep wasting time when we already know how it ends?”

she suddenly regretted ever saying such a thing, but didn’t know how to respond with out sounding too desperate. “i thought we were just saying that.”

“well, i wasn’t.”

vinnie’s words came out so definitive and heart wretchedly empty that it almost knocked the wind out of her chest. holding his eye contact felt more difficult than it had ever been. a moment of silence passed, the girls wide-eyed gaze was haunting him already before it had even ceased to exist. pulling himself from her stare, he treaded towards his bedroom, seemingly to grab his keys, and muttered a last word before exiting through the basement door.

“you heard eric didn’t you? we’re breaking up the band.”

biting on her lower lip and clenching her fists, the reminder of kitty upstairs and the case of beer on the ground hit her, along with everything else that had happened that past day. all of it went away the minute she started speaking to hacker, a just to wash over her like a tide again the second he left. she only let a few tears fall before returning upstairs.

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“FINALLY!” kelso called out, shooting past y/n as she made her way into the foreman house. kitty had just announced that the turkey was done and that it was time to set the table.

“coming!” eric ushered himself into the kitchen to help his mother prepare the table. y/n and donna stayed back in the living room, donna nodding a hello to hacker who was on the staircase drinking a beer.

“you excited for turkey, hacker?” donna asked playfully, unaware as to how uncomfortable it made y/n. all she knew was that the girl was sad about her parents, she had no idea that the person she sparked a conversation with was also a huge part of her distress.

“oh yeah,” he stood and slowly stepped down as he spoke, “thanksgiving, where we all get together and celebrate the subjugation of an indigenous people with yams and underdog floats. who’d wanna miss that?”

y/n stood back awkwardly as donna laughed and the two followed hacker into the kitchen.

the table was set beautifully, split into two sections, one for the adults and another for the gang. eric had been borderline hyperventilating over the math test that he had failed and was doing everything he could to suck up to his parents, in the event that they found out. laurie had surprised everyone by coming home, so once y/n got red his beer, she was no longer needed in the kitchen. she had almost forgotten until she saw the blonde at their table.

fez and kelso couldn’t wait for food any longer and had already chosen seats beside each other, taking up one side of the table, and donna had gravitated towards the side nearest to fez, leaving a space presumably for her boyfriend. that meant there were only two spots left, both between hacker and laurie.

oh, just shoot me at this point.

 opting for the lesser evil, she sat in the chair directly next to vinnie, the two taking up their entire side. she could practically feel the tension the minute she sat down. there was little to no space between the two of them and it felt like a giant smoggy hurricane was working its way through her body, making it difficult for her to focus and swallow. while she’d droned out laurie’s voice, the sound of her name falling from eric’s lips snapped her back into reality.

“so..y/n. i’m sure you’re really glad your here and not back at home with your parents, huh?” he let out a chuckle, smacking his knee with his hand.

“now that would be awkward huh!”

the group fell silent, even fez and kelso staring at the completely freaked out boy who had very clearly just crossed a line.

“eric!” donna shouted in a whisper, her tone showed distain for his flagrant words but he was too brain fogged to catch on.

“i mean, you must feel like your life is just falling apart! are you doing okay? like really?” he leaned across the counter as far as possible, speaking the last part in a similar hushed expression to his girlfriends.

y/n didn’t expect vinnie to jump in.

“alright, will you lay off? bother her some other time.” his voice boomed in y/n’s ears, ricocheting off of the wires of tension that had bordered the two of them. the conversation quickly faded once the turkey was brought out, but she couldn’t help but hyper focus on the boy beside her, from the corner of her eye.

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“man…if i were to list the three most important things in my life, turkey would have to be number one!” kelso had already gotten seconds and was looking to fill his plate again for the third time. he’d been going on about how good the turkey was, and while everyone assumed it was just to be polite to kitty, he was still going on as if this was the best day of his life. “well…” he thought, “sex and slingshots would be above it but, turkey would be up there!” he grinned, nodding and taking his last bite from his piece.

“ah, yes. these mashed potatoes are all i can find thankfulness for. they are like creamy clouds full of deliciousness.” fez agreed, holding a single bowl of the mashed potatoes that y/n had helped make.

“hey, hacker. are you gonna eat that?” michael pointed to the turkey slice that vinnie had been cutting from, he chewed slowly before answering.

“yes.”

“well..could i have maybe the side—“ michael leaned over, trying to bite a piece off of vinnie’s food but vinnie gave his shoulder a haymaker before he could reach it.

“OW!” he clutched his shoulder dramatically. “well that’s not very neighborly!”

continuing to slice into the meat, vinnie moved on with his meal like nothing had happened. the sound brought kitty’s attention to the group and the look on y/n’s face was cause of concern.

“y/n, are you okay dear?” the younger girl looked up quickly, “you’ve barely touched your food.”

she made eye contact with vinnie for a good second, forgetting to ignore the feeling of when his eyes locked on to her.

“yeah, no i’m fine! i’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“well, why don’t you go lie down in the basement? the dogs alone down there and i’m sure he’d appreciate the company on such a holiday!” she insisted, “plus, you look like you wish that fork you’re holding was a gun!” she added nervously before letting out a hysterical chuckle, taking a long sip of her drink.

“no th-“

“yeah, that’s a good idea. i’m stuffed and starting to miss that little dog. let’s go, y/n.” vinnie stood up, looking down at her and lending out a hand. y/n wasn’t sure if she was daydreaming or if it was a thanksgiving miracle but he was suddenly acting as if nothing had happened.

“what are you talking about-“

“come on,” he reached under her armpits, pulling her up from her chair and kicking back her seat, “schatzi’s probably dying down there. at this hour they’ll be playing reruns of laverne and shirley.” he pulled her arm with him down to the basement, firmly yet gently.

“oh no, i forgot! please be sure to tape it for me!” fez called out frantically.

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after briefly greeting schatzi, y/n sat down on the couch, watching vinnie still in thought.

“well? what-“

“this is stupid.” he blurted out, standing confidently without showing any signs of hesitation or sitting down.

“what? what’s stupid?”

“this. what we are doing— us right now, this is so stupid.”

“okay, i’m lost.” she replied, shaking her head.

“we’re being stupid! whatever we are doing right now, it’s stupid, okay?! alright?!” he confessed, using his hands while he spoke, his brown eyes holding tightly onto her gaze. “i feel stupid! this days been stupid! thanksgiving being a national holiday is stupid—eric failed his math test which makes him stupid!” he ranted, the words spilling out from him like he couldn’t hold them anymore.

“you’re clearly upset, which is stupid! and it’s making me concernedly upset, which is stupid!” he clenched his jaw and schatzi ran over to him at the command in tone of his voice, trying to figure out what vinnie was being so loud about.

“it’s stupid and i’m cutting it out!”

“you’re….cutting it out?” y/n finally spoke up, only to be cut off by his ramblings again, but considering she barely knew what to say, she wasn’t too upset about it.

“yes.” he nodded firmly, grimacing at his words.

“okay, vinnie, you do know that this is all because of you right? you’re the one who stopped what we had going on, not me.”

“yeah, yeah? well, i’m stupid! okay?!” he snapped, sighing and dropping down beside y/n on the couch. he melted at the feeling of her hand on his arm, comforting him while waiting for him to finish his tantrum.

“look…” he sighed, “i’m not saying that we should be in a relationship or anything, but i don’t think we should allow the guys in our group to dictate what we do with ourselves. and i don’t think you think we should either, considering you’ve been moping around all day like schatzi.”

his thumb rubbed the back of her other hand, without realizing. “so..what do we do?”

“how about we just do whatever we want to?” he offered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “i think you’re really attractive and i have a lot of fun doing sinful and devious acts with you…” she smirked at his words, “and life is too short to be this stupid, so how about we forget about everyone else, say fuck kelso, and just do what we want? no expectations.”

the sincerity and gentleness in his voice was so incredibly attractive and it felt impossible to keep her composure. placing both hands in his, y/n leaned in and kissed vinnie’s cheek. his blush was evident, even if he tried to play it cool.

“so, you think i’m attractive?”

“god, you’re annoying.” he rolled his eyes, groaning before gripping the back of her neck in his hands and kissing her the way that he’d been dying to.

it always was the best way to shut her up.

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[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

COOKING CHAOS-VINNIE HACKER

Y/N tightened her ponytail and stared at the mess Vinnie had already made in her kitchen. Flour was scattered across the counter like snow, a whisk was stuck in what she assumed was pancake batter, and a jar of marinara sauce sat dangerously close to the edge of the counter.

Vinnie, wearing an apron that read Kiss the Cook, glanced up at her with a sheepish grin. "Relax, Y/N. I’ve got this under control."

"Under control?" Y/N arched an eyebrow and motioned to the disaster zone surrounding him. "It looks like a food hurricane hit my kitchen."

"Cooking is an art," he said dramatically, brandishing a spatula like a sword. "You have to embrace the chaos."

Y/N folded her arms and leaned against the counter, watching as Vinnie attempted to crack an egg. Instead of smoothly splitting it into the bowl, he crushed it between his fingers, yolk dripping down his hand. He froze and turned to look at her, guilt written all over his face.

"Okay," he admitted, holding up his sticky hand. "Maybe I need a little help."

Y/N laughed, grabbing a towel to clean him up. "A little help? Try a personal chef."

"Come on, don’t give up on me yet," he said, grabbing her wrist as she turned to leave. His grin was boyish, charming enough to make her hesitate. "You’re supposed to be my partner in this."

"Your partner?" she scoffed, gesturing at the counter. "This feels more like sabotage."

"Fine," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Help me, and I promise the best dinner you’ve ever had. Deal?"

"Deal," Y/N said, rolling her eyes but unable to resist the way his dimples appeared when he smiled.

Together, they tackled the recipe, a simple pasta dish Vinnie insisted he could master. Y/N showed him how to chop onions without slicing his fingers off, though she ended up doing most of the work while he complained about the smell. He stirred the sauce on the stove, accidentally flicking drops onto his apron and her sweatshirt, earning an exasperated groan from Y/N.

When it came time to boil the pasta, Vinnie dumped the noodles into the water all at once, causing the pot to splash and hiss.

"Vinnie!" Y/N yelped, leaping back to avoid the boiling water.

"Whoops," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn’t know it would do that."

"Do you know anything about cooking?" she asked, laughing despite herself.

"I know I’m good at eating it," he shot back, reaching for a wooden spoon to give her a playful tap on the arm.

Eventually, they managed to plate the meal. The pasta was slightly overcooked, the sauce was a little too thick, and Vinnie had forgotten to add salt, but he looked so proud when he set the plates on the table.

"Okay," he said, dramatically wiping his hands on his apron. "Moment of truth. What do you think?"

Y/N took a cautious bite. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t exactly restaurant quality either. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to wipe the triumphant smile off his face.

"It’s...edible," she teased, and his mouth dropped open in mock offense.

"Edible?" he echoed, scoffing. "That’s the thanks I get for pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this meal?"

"Blood, sweat, and eggshells," she corrected, giggling.

He leaned across the table, narrowing his eyes at her. "You’re lucky I like you, or I’d make you eat the burnt batch I threw out earlier."

"Burnt batch?" Y/N laughed harder, clutching her stomach. "Oh, I need to see that next time."

Vinnie’s expression softened as he watched her laugh, and for a moment, the teasing atmosphere faded. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice losing its playful edge. "Next time."

Y/N’s laughter faltered as she met his gaze. Something about the way he said it made her heart skip. Before she could respond, he reached across the table, brushing a smudge of flour off her cheek with his thumb.

"You’ve got a little something there," he said, his voice light again, though his touch lingered.

Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks heating as she batted his hand away. "Shut up and eat your overcooked pasta, Hacker."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "Fine. But next time, you’re cooking, and I’m just gonna watch you stress out instead."

"Deal," she said, though a small smile crept across her face. Next time didn’t sound so bad.

[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. 💛

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Comfortable

Vinnie Hacker x Y/N - Drabble - 1.4K WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: slight angst, dry humping, setting boundaries, consent checks, Vinnie being sweet, lust, SMUT, i really cooked with this one guys - it slaps harder than your mom, female reader, praise like a mf because you deserve it pookie bear, moaning, absolutely pathetic man - as they should be, L bombs, no penetration

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You smiled politely, thanking Vinnie as he held the door open for you. You’d been to his house before but today was different. He had asked if you wanted to stay the night for the first time. Initially you were excited thinking of all the fun stuff you and him could do and not have to worry about going home. Now… all you could feel was nervous. Your friends had convinced you that his intentions weren’t all pure. Obviously he expected something physical or else he wouldn’t have asked you to stay. You liked Vinnie. A lot. Begrudgingly you were even starting to consider the forbidden L word. And he had been nothing but a gentleman, never pushing you beyond your comfort. Yet your mind swam with anxieties of what you would do or say if things got to a point you didn’t want to pass. You set your bag down with your shoes once inside, looking around at his decorations. The house smelled like him, sweet but gentle and earthy. You felt Vinnie’s arms sneak around your waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck where he placed a gentle kiss. You smiled, enjoying his presence.

Turning your head, you kissed his cheek “Wanna watch a movie?” you asked.

“What movie?” he mumbled. 

“Labyrinth, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or Princess Bride?” you said giving him options.

“Princess Bride, hands down.” he said, squeezing your hips. 

You chuckled, turning out of his grip so you could go to the living room. You flopped on the couch, enjoying the many blankets Vinnie had thrown out before you got there as he mentioned building a pillow fort. Vinnie walked into the kitchen as you went and sat on the couch. 

“Wanna put your pajamas on while I make the popcorn?” he asked as he took out a bowl and grabbed the microwave popcorn bags.

You nodded with a smile, happy he wanted you to be comfortable. When you returned from changing in the bathroom you saw Vinnie in the kitchen without a shirt. How did he look so hot doing the most mundane tasks? “Popcorn needs to be made shirtless?” you sassed.

Vinnie laughed, “The butter exploded.”

“Rookie mistake.”

Vinnie brought the giant bowl of popcorn over, sitting it on the two of your laps so you could cuddle. Towards the end of the movie your eyes felt heavy, not in a sleepy way but in a relaxed way. Completely comfortable and happy. The warm expanse of his chest against your cheek, his arm circling your waist. You never wanted to move. You leaned up, kissing his cheek sweetly. 

“What is it baby?” Vinnie said, his eyes tracing every curve of your face. He smiled seeing how relaxed you look.

“I’m just… happy.” You said with a content sigh.

Vinnie ran his hand up and down your waist, his warmth made you lean into him even more so your foreheads were touching. His hand stilled on your hip, letting the tips of his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched, your hand flying to his. 

“Sorry…” was all you could think to say.

Vinnie’s eyes softened, his hand moving from your waist to cradle your face, “Baby, you never have to be sorry for having boundaries. We never have to do anything you don't wanna do.” he smiled at you sincerely. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, “I just…  is this the only reason you wanted me to stay over?” you asked, not meeting his gaze, your voice felt small. 

“Honey, of course not. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression. I guess I just… wanted to make you feel… good?” he said, sounding a bit shy. A slight pink settling on his cheeks. 

You sat back a little bit, your mind was stunned with that little revelation. Nobody had ever done that for you before. Focused on your pleasure more than theirs. You looked between his eyes and his lips with want.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

You nodded.

“I need you to say it baby.” he said, leaning in slightly.

You closed the gap, your lips meeting his gently. But you wanted more; you wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. 

He responded to your touch, holding your angelic face. You gave into yourself - fuck what your friends said. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You sat up, as did Vinnie so you were both sitting up on the couch instead of laying down. You straddled his lap as he leaned back against the cushion, admiring the view of you taking control. 

“Is.. is it ok if we just make out?” you asked.

“Of course,” Vinnie said, holding your hips. “Anything else?” he asked.

“Feel me, kiss my neck… Please…” you stuttered slightly, already wildly turned on by him. 

Vinnie nodded, leaning forward to kiss up your stomach before pulling you closer and pushing your hips down so you were flush against his lap and finally face to face. One of his hands clasped around your throat but didn’t squeeze, he wanted to guide you. He gently pulled you to him, kissing you softly before you sped up, needily feeling over each other. Your tongues tangled together before he moved on to kiss down your neck sloppily. He gave you a slight nip, testing the waters. When you moaned at the contact he gave you another, and another, and another. Smoothing his tongue over them to relax the slight pain. Your breaths were erratic, your heart pounding fiercely. 

“You ok?” he asked, checking in with you.

You smiled at him hazily, still lost in the feeling of him. You nodded slowly.

“Words baby.” he said, kissing your neck softly trailing up from your neck to your cheek. 

“Please don’t stop.” you said, out of breath.

Vinnie bit his lip as he looked up at you. You were flush, looking needy for him. Your eyes looked hungry, feral. Vinnie slowly pushed your hips down so you were grinding against his clothed cock. He was unbelievably hard. “How’d you get hard so quick?” you chuckled softly. 

“Because it knows you want it.” he mumbled, his voice deep and heavy with lust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, slowly starting to rock you back and forth. The thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to dull the pleasure the grinding was doing for you. You let your eyes roll back, letting him take the lead and guide your body - as long as it pleasured you. 

“So pretty baby… so so pretty… so good…” he mumbled between kisses he left over your chest. “Can I suck your tits?” he asked.

You moaned at the very thought, quickly lifting your shirt, not wearing a bra under your pj’s. 

Vinnie attached his lips to your chest, kissing and sucking over your nipples. He never stopped moving your hips and you felt the heat in your lower belly start to spread. Your legs started to shake, unable to hold you up. Vinnie held your waist to keep you up while his other hand kept grinding you into him through your orgasm. When you slumped against him trembling and twitching he relaxed his hold on you and stopped grinding into you. He placed a few soft kisses on your cheek as he held your face in his hands. 

“You look really pretty when you cum.” he smiled at you.

You covered your face, for some reason you felt embarrassed.

Vinnie laughed at your shy antics, “And you feel so soft, every part of you.” he said, trailing his hand to your breast before giving it a slight squeeze making you let out a squeak.  

“Did you feel good? Like everything we did?” he said, checking in with you.

You nodded, “Yes.”

Vinnie kissed your cheek once more before gripping the back of your thighs and carrying you to his bedroom. He set you down on the bed. Admiring you as he looked down at you. “Wanna cuddle?” he asked.

You nodded, crawling under the blankets. Vinnie smiled hopping in with you. He pulled you close so your head was resting on his broad chest, his hand tangled in your hair as he massaged your scalp. His free hand rested on your waist to keep you close. 

Right on the verge of sleep, completely vulnerable you let it slip. “I love you.” you said barely above a whisper.

Vinnie hardly heard you over the TV but his eyes snapped down to look at you. Your face was so peaceful, your breaths even and relaxed. “I love you.” Vinnie whispered before kissing the top of your head. He settled in letting himself slip away as well, enjoying the feeling of you next to him as he drifted off.

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Naboo's Note:

this man has me in a chokehold unfortunately - enjoy cookies <3 XOXOXOXOXOOXOXXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[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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August 5, 2022

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You weren’t supposed to fall for him again.Luigi was always the one who got under your skin too calm, too quiet, too good at pretending he didn’t care.But when you fly out to L.A. and crash at his friend Vinnie’s place for a few weeks, everything spirals.Vinnie flirts. Luigi watches.The tension builds. The rules blur. And when they finally snap?You’re the one caught in the middle.This is a slow burn turned threesome turned possession.A little jealousy. A lot of obsession.One girl. Two boys. No regrets.And in the end, you don’t belong to both. You belong to him.

You met Luigi Mangione last July. It was supposed to be just one of those summer things. You were nineteen, in San Diego for an internship you didn’t even want, staying with your cousin, half-lost and pretending you had it all figured out. He was twenty-six, already out of school, already working—serious, smart, the kind of guy who held eye contact too long and made you forget what you were saying. He was the one they brought in to lead your coding workshop. You didn’t pay attention. Not at first. Not until he looked up at you in the middle of explaining Python syntax and said, “You good?” like he could already tell you weren’t. You flirted,he played dumb. You started showing up early just to sit near him. And one night, after everyone else left, he asked if you needed a ride home.

You said yes.

He said, “You sure?”

And then he kissed you in the front seat of his car with both hands gripping the steering wheel like if he let go, he’d lose control. That summer ended with you tangled in his sheets, breathless and half in love. You told yourself it was just a fling. You moved back east for school. He stayed in California but then he called and called again and by Thanksgiving, you were in his apartment for the weekend. By spring break, he was flying out to see you like it was nothing. It’s been a year. You’re twenty now. He’s still twenty-six. And nothing’s ever really been official. You’re not his girlfriend. He never asked. But he’s still the one who makes your stomach flip every time he texts. The one who calls you when your voice breaks. The one who tells you no one else gets to touch you—right before ghosting you for three days. You never talked about labels or expectations or how much it hurt when he pulled away without warning. You never told him about the night you cried after that missed FaceTime. Or the way you hated yourself for checking if he watched your story.

So when your cousin invited you out to LA for a few weeks this summer, you said yes. You needed a break. From school,From your mom, From him.You didn’t expect Luigi to be there. Apparently, he’d been planning to work remote for a while—just needed a couch to crash on. Said one of his old college friends lived out here. Someone he trusted. Someone chill. You didn’t know that friend was Vinnie Hacker until you stepped off the plane and saw them both waiting for you at baggage claim. Luigi was in his usual uniform—Adidas pullover, clean sneakers, slight curl to his dark hair, soft smirk that never fully reached his eyes. He looked tired.Vinnie looked… nothing like him. Tall, bleach-blond, tattooed fingers wrapped around a vape pen. He grinned when he saw you and said, “No way you’re the one Luigi’s been all weird about.”

Luigi didn’t laugh. He just picked up your bag and said, “You hungry?”

And that was that. The Airbnb is in West Hollywood. Expensive. Minimalist. Probably rented under Vinnie’s name. There’s a bedroom for you. One for them. A wide couch no one uses unless they’re hungover.

You’ve been here four days.Vinnie’s been flirting since day one. It’s never been subtle. He compliments your outfits. Teases your voice. Keeps asking if you’re “actually with Luigi or just playing him.” Luigi never says anything. Not to him. Not to you. You’ve caught him watching, though. His jaw clenched. That sharp shift in his eyes when Vinnie leans too close.Last night, Vinnie touched your waist in the kitchen. Just to move past you. Nothing serious But Luigi didn’t say a word to either of you the rest of the night.

Today, it’s hot. You’re sitting on the patio in a tank top, legs bare, trying to write out a caption for your latest photo. Luigi’s inside, working. Vinnie’s shirtless in the pool, laughing with someone on FaceTime. You’re pretending not to care and yet your stomach flips the second Luigi walks out. He’s holding a mug of tea, hair damp from a shower, jaw tight.

“You guys going out tonight?” he asks, eyes on your legs.

You shrug. “Maybe.”

Vinnie calls from the pool, “You should come, Mangione.”

Luigi doesn’t answer.You say, “You could at least pretend not to hate me.” That makes him look at you. Full-on. Eyes dark, voice low.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

His mouth twitches like he wants to smile but doesn’t. “You think I don’t care?” he asks, quiet now, like Vinnie can’t hear.

You don’t answer.He sets the mug down beside you. Leans in, just enough for you to feel the heat of his body.

“I care too much,” he says. “That’s the fucking problem.”

Then he walks back inside.

You stay outside long after Luigi disappears into the house. The glass of lemonade is sweating into a ring on the table. Your phone buzzes twice in your lap—texts from Juliet asking what you’re wearing tonight, if the LA boys are hot, if Luigi’s still playing dumb. You don’t answer. Vinnie’s back in the pool, floating on his back, hair slicked to his forehead. His phone’s somewhere on the deck, still playing music. Something moody. Something slow.

“Everything good?” he asks, not even opening his eyes.

You nod. He hums like he doesn’t believe you. “Mangione’s been in a mood since you got here. You know that?”

You don’t respond. He flips onto his stomach, elbows up on the ledge. “You two used to date or something?”

“Something.”

He grins. “So complicated.”

You glance at him. “And you just love messy shit like that?”

“I’m just trying to figure out the rules,” he says, water dripping from his chin. “He gonna throw a punch if I touch you? Or is he into it?”

You roll your eyes, but your chest burns.

You don’t see Luigi for a few hours. He stays in his room with the door shut. You hear him pacing once, talking low over a Zoom call. You don’t knock. You don’t even get close.Instead, you shower. Shave. Curl your hair. You take your time with your makeup smudging brown liner along your lashes, making your lips glossy, your eyes wide. You pull on a tiny black dress. Not the one you brought for clubbing. One shorter,lower a little silkier. One that hugs your ass and slides when you move.

You don’t do it for Luigi.

You don’t,but when you step into the living room and catch him standing in the kitchen in a black tee and sweats, drinking tea from a mug you’ve seen him use a thousand times—he looks up and stares.

Not quickly. Not politely. He drags his eyes from your legs up to your collarbone, then to your mouth. He doesn’t say anything.

Neither do you.

Vinnie whistles low when you walk in. “Goddamn.”

You toss him a look. “Don’t start.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Luigi sets his mug down too hard.

Vinnie grins and turns to him. “You coming out?”

Luigi doesn’t look at him. “Nah.”

Vinnie shrugs. “Your loss.” And just like that, he’s grabbing his keys and sliding an arm around your waist like it means nothing. You freeze. Luigi still doesn’t look up.

You don’t say goodbye.

The club is loud. The drinks are watered down. The music’s too electronic. But you let yourself lean into it. You tilt your head back. You dance. You laugh. You feel his eyes before you even see him—Vinnie. Watching you from the bar, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

He doesn’t touch you all night.Not really,but he gets close. He whispers stupid shit in your ear. He watches the way your dress sticks to your thighs. He lets his fingers graze your spine when you lean forward to grab a drink,and maybe you’re tipsy. Maybe you’re just tired of feeling invisible.So when he slides into the booth beside you around 1AM and says, “We leaving or what?”—you don’t say no.

Back at the house, the lights are off in the kitchen. Luigi’s door is shut. Vinnie walks in like he owns the place, tossing his hoodie onto the counter.

You pause in the hallway.

“You good?” Vinnie asks, voice lower now.You nod,He steps closer. “I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want.”

You meet his eyes. They’re dark,messy,curious Then there’s a noise—a door opening. Luigi’s steps are soft. Slow. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t ask where you were or what happened. He just looks at you. Eyes sharp. Mouth tight. Then his gaze flicks to Vinnie. Then to your dress. Then back to your face. You can’t read it. You don’t even try. You open your mouth to say something—anything—but he’s already walking past you, straight to the fridge. He grabs a bottle of water, opens it, drinks half of it in one go.

And then he looks at you again. Not like he’s mad. Like he’s memorizing you. “Wear that for him?” he asks, finally.

You blink. “What?”

Luigi leans back against the counter, bottle in hand. “The dress. Was it for him?”

Your heart hammers. You don’t answer.

His jaw tenses. “Did he touch you?”

You open your mouth. Close it. “I didn’t let him,” you say, voice small.

Luigi nods slowly, like he’s filing it away. Like it’s some kind of calculation. Then he sets the bottle down. Walks toward you. Stops just close enough that you have to tilt your chin up to hold his gaze. He doesn’t touch you. He just says, quiet, deliberate— “If you’re gonna let him touch you… make sure I get to watch.” And then he walks back to his room.

You don’t sleep. You try—You wash your face. Brush your teeth. Lie flat on your back in the guest room with the covers pulled up to your collarbones and your phone face-down on the nightstand.

But you can feel him,even with two walls between you.You keep hearing it Over and over. “If you’re gonna let him touch you… make sure I get to watch.”You don’t know what the hell he meant. If it was a dare. If it was a threat. If it was just spite,but the way he looked at you—like he already had his hands on you in his mind—it left your thighs pressed tight together, your chest rising too fast, your fingers twitching where they curled against the sheets.

You shouldn’t have worn that dress.You shouldn’t have let Vinnie touch your back. You shouldn’t have looked at Luigi like you wanted him to stop it all.

But you did.

And now you’re wide awake at 2:13 AM, staring at the ceiling, mouth dry you sit up. Swing your legs over the side of the bed. The floor is cold beneath your feet. You grab the oversized hoodie hanging from the door—Luigi’s, you think. His scent still clings to the collar.You pull it on. Try to slow your breathing and then—without fully deciding to—you step into the hallway.

The house is dark. Quiet. Only the hum of the fridge downstairs and the faint rattle of Vinnie’s fan down the hall.Luigi’s door is cracked.Your heartbeat stutters

You don’t knock.You push it open slowly. Just enough to see. He’s sitting on the floor, back against the wall, legs stretched out. A water bottle near his foot. His laptop closed beside him.

His head tilts up when he sees you.He doesn’t look surprised.

Just tired.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks.

You shake your head.He nods, once, like he understands. You wait in the doorway. He doesn’t tell you to come in. He doesn’t tell you to leave either.So you step inside. Quiet. Slow. You sit down across from him, back against the opposite wall, knees pulled to your chest.

He watches you for a long time.

Then he says, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You don’t look away. “Why’d you?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just exhales through his nose. Rubs the back of his neck. “I think about it,” he says eventually. “You. With him.”

Your chest tightens.

“I don’t want to,” he adds, voice rough. “But I do.”

You whisper, “So stop.”

“I can’t.”He finally looks at you—really looks at you. His voice dips lower.“You have no idea how hard it’s been trying not to want you.”

Your breath catches.“You didn’t have to try,” you say quietly.

He leans his head back against the wall. Eyes closed. “You think I didn’t?”

Silence

“I’m not with Vinnie,” you say.

He opens his eyes.

You repeat it, a little firmer. “I’m not gonna be.”

He stares at you. “Why not?”

You swallow. “Because he’s not you.”

Something flickers across his face. Want. Guilt. Something else you can’t name.He stands slowly. Crosses the space between you. Drops to his knees in front of you, still not touching, just close enough that your breath stumbles.

“I’m scared I’ll fuck this up,” he says.

“You already are.”

He winces.

You reach for his hand. Slowly. Fingers brushing his. Testing.He lets you—you whisper, “You don’t have to watch me with anyone, Luigi. You just have to choose me.”

His thumb runs over your knuckles.And for a second, you think he’s going to kiss you.

But he doesn’t.

He pulls your hand to his mouth instead. Presses his lips to the back of it like he’s praying with it. Like it’s sacred. Then he rests his forehead against your knee. “I’m gonna ruin this,” he says. You say nothing.You just thread your fingers through his hair, and stay.

You wake up to the sound of birds outside the window. Your back hurts from falling asleep curled against the wall. At some point in the night, Luigi must’ve slid a blanket over you. His hoodie is still wrapped around your body—warm, stretched out from his shoulders, sleeves pushed over your knuckles.

You’re alone now.His room is empty. His laptop is gone. The water bottle is still there, half-full and sweating onto the hardwood.

You sit up slow. Blinking. Remembering.The way he held your hand.The way he pressed his mouth to your skin like he was afraid to kiss anywhere else. The way he said, “I’m gonna ruin this.”You still feel it in your chest. Tight and sore.You find him in the kitchen twenty minutes later. He’s barefoot, in gray sweatpants and a white tee, pouring almond milk into a bowl of cereal like it’s just another day. He glances up when you walk in, eyes dragging over your legs, your sleep shirt, the hoodie still hanging off your shoulders.

He doesn’t say good morning.He just asks, “You want coffee?”You shake your head. “You don’t drink coffee.”

He shrugs. “Thought you might.”

You don’t answer.

He slides the cereal box toward you. “Eat something.”

You take a banana off the counter instead. Peel it slow. Sit on the stool across from him like you didn’t fall asleep inches from his mouth last night. He doesn’t look at you while he eats. Not really. But he doesn’t look away either.

Something’s changed.And you’re not the only one who feels it. Vinnie stumbles into the kitchen ten minutes later, shirtless, hair a mess, yawning loud like he owns the house. He freezes when he sees you and Luigi at the counter.

Then he smirks“Morning, lovebirds.”

Luigi doesn’t flinch. Just keeps eating.

You say, “We’re not—”

“I know,” Vinnie cuts in, grabbing a bottle of juice. “You’re not anything. Just roommates. Right.”

You roll your eyes.But Vinnie’s still looking at you. Like he knows something’s shifted. Like he can smell it.

“You look tired,” he says.

You blink. “Okay?”

He grins. “Didn’t see you come back to your room last night.”

Luigi’s spoon clinks against his bowl.You feel it. That flicker of something dangerous under the surface.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you say, voice steady. “So I sat in the hallway.”

Vinnie hums. “Hallway, huh?”

Luigi stands up. Walks to the sink. Says nothing.You stare down at your banana.

The rest of the day is weird.Vinnie’s touchier than usual. Shoulder bumps. Hands grazing your waist. Comments you don’t know how to answer.

Luigi barely speaks. But when he does, it’s sharp.He corrects Vinnie’s tone. Snaps at him during a dumb joke. Doesn’t laugh when Vinnie suggests the three of you go out again.

By dinner, the tension is suffocating. You all sit around the kitchen island. Vinnie’s scrolling through his phone. Luigi’s drinking sparkling water. You’re pretending to look at takeout menus.Then Vinnie says, “You ever been with two guys at once?”

You choke.

Luigi stills. Vinnie doesn’t look up from his screen.

“I’m just saying,” he continues. “Lot of girls think about it. Doesn’t mean they actually do it.”

Luigi’s voice is low. Flat. “Why are you asking her that?”

Vinnie finally meets his eyes. Shrugs. “Just conversation.”

Luigi stands. Slow. Calm. Then he leans across the counter, real close to Vinnie, and says, without blinking—“She’s not your fucking conversation.”

Vinnie laughs. Like he thinks it’s funny. Like it doesn’t make his shoulders twitch.You sit frozen, mouth dry, thighs pressed tight.Luigi turns to you. His jaw is tight. Eyes unreadable.

“You good?”

You nod. Swallow. “Yeah.”He nods back. “Then go get dressed. I’m taking you somewhere.”

You don’t ask where you’re going.Luigi doesn’t offer. You just slip into the passenger seat of his car in the same hoodie you stole from his room two nights ago, shorts underneath, legs bare, heart beating too loud in your chest. He pulls out of the driveway without saying a word. One hand on the wheel. The other draped loose across his thigh, fingers tapping a pattern you don’t recognize.

The silence isn’t awkward.It’s heavy. Like both of you are waiting to exhale. The city lights blur past the windows. West Hollywood spills into hills. Houses shrink. The air cools. You glance at him. He’s chewing the inside of his cheek, eyes fixed on the road, jaw sharp in the glow of the dashboard.

“Luigi.”

He doesn’t look over.

“Where are we going?” He doesn’t answer right away. Just exhales through his nose. Taps the signal.

“Somewhere quiet.”

You don’t press. Not tonight. He parks near the top of a hill. Somewhere high enough that the city looks like a photo—unreal, far away, small. There’s no one around. Just you. Him. And a heat between you that hasn’t cooled down in weeks.

He kills the engine.Doesn’t move. Neither do you.The silence stretches.Then—“I didn’t like him touching you.”

You blink. Turn slowly. “Vinnie?”

He nods. Still staring straight ahead.Your throat tightens. “I didn’t let him.”

“I know.”

He runs a hand over his face. Sits back against the seat. “Doesn’t matter. I still saw it.”

You look at him.His hands. His shoulders. The way he’s leaning forward slightly, like his body wants to move before his mouth can explain it.

“You kissed me first,” you say.

That gets his attention. His eyes flick to yours, fast. You keep going. “Last summer. In your car. Remember?

He nods. “Yeah.”

“You touched me first. You took me home. You were the one who said we shouldn’t catch feelings—then made me fall for you anyway.”

“Don’t,” he says, jaw tight. “Don’t act like I didn’t feel it too.”

“Then why’d you leave it in limbo?”

“Because I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“Well, congratulations,” you snap. “You did.”He breathes hard. Drags a hand through his hair.

Then—quiet. Barely audible. “I didn’t know how to keep you without losing you.”

That one breaks something.You close your eyes. Let the ache settle in your chest.

“I would’ve stayed,” you whisper. He turns toward you fully now. Knees bent toward your side. Elbow braced against the door.

“I know,” he says. “And I didn’t want to make you stay just because I was scared of losing you to someone like him.” You look at him. “You mean someone who actually says how he feels?”

He flinches.

Good.

“I’m not his,” you say. “I’ve never been.”

His jaw tenses.

“But if you don’t say something, Luigi—if you don’t do something—he will.”

That’s it.

That’s the moment something breaks in him.nHe unbuckles his seatbelt. Leans across the console. Grabs the back of your neck, gentle but firm, eyes on your mouth.

“You think I’m gonna let you give that mouth to him?”

You swallow. “No.”

His voice drops. “You think I haven’t spent every night watching you walk around that house like you don’t know what you do to me?”

You exhale, shaky. “Then show me.”

And he does.

But not fully.Not yet. He doesn’t kiss you. Not on the lips.Not all at once.He presses his forehead to yours. Lets his thumb trace your jaw. Breathes you in like he’s been starving.

Then he whispers—“I want to be the only one who gets to fuck you.”

You gasp.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice dark. “You’re not ready for what I’ll do if you let me.”And then he pulls back,starts the car.And drives home in silence.You sit there with your fingers curled in the sleeves of his hoodie, heart pounding, thighs pressed together so tightly they ache. Every second stretches. Every glance from him feels like it’s peeling your skin back.

He doesn’t look at you again.Not when you pull into the driveway.Not when he kills the engine. Not when you both step into the quiet, dark house where Vinnie’s door is shut and the hallway is lit only by the blue glow of the kitchen nightlight.But then—right as you reach for your bedroom door—Luigi speaks.

“Don’t.”

You turn. Slowly. He’s standing at the end of the hall, jaw tense, hands fisted at his sides. He walks toward you without blinking. Step by step. Until you’re backed against the doorframe, chest rising too fast, your lips already parted.He’s so close you feel it before he touches you. That warmth. That tension. That thing that always lived in the space between your bodies, vibrating just under the surface.

His eyes are on your mouth. Still not touching.

You whisper, “Say it.”

He shakes his head once. “You already know.”

“Say it anyway.”

His voice drops to a whisper. “You’re mine.”You inhale sharp—but he doesn’t give you time to reply.His mouth crashes into yours like he’s been holding back for a year. No hesitation. No slow build. Just want. His hands slide into your hair, his fingers tugging, his body pressing into you like he’s trying to make you feel every second you spent apart. You gasp into him and he groans against your lips, pulling you closer.“You let him look at you like that,” he murmurs, biting gently at your bottom lip, “you wore that little fucking dress for him…”

You moan as his hand slides down your thigh. “Luigi—”

“I’m not mad,” he says, voice low, breathless. “Just means I have to remind you who gets you off.”

You whimper. His mouth drags down your neck, open and hot, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make your knees buckle.He catches you. Presses his thigh between yours. Grinds your hips into it.

“You want me to stop?”

You shake your head. Desperate.His hand slides up under the hoodie. Finds bare skin. Waist. Hips.

“No panties?” he whispers. “Jesus Christ.”

You gasp again. “I wasn’t— I didn’t think—”He cuts you off with another kiss. Rougher now. His hand gripping your throat gently—not squeezing, just holding you still. Making you feel his breath. His body.

“Open your door,” he says.

You fumble for the handle. He follows you in. Kicks the door shut with his foot. You’re on the bed before you can think. His mouth back on yours. His hand sliding beneath your thigh, pulling it over his hip.

“You sure?” he asks, voice cracked, forehead pressed to yours.

You nod, whispering, “Please.”

He exhales hard. And then—Nothing.He pulls back. Stands. Runs a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down.

Your chest is heaving. Your mouth is wet. You don’t understand.

“Luigi—” He looks at you like he’s in pain. “If I fuck you right now,” he says, “I won’t stop.”

You sit up slowly. “Then don’t.”

His eyes flash. “No.”

“Why?”

He steps forward. Presses a hand to your chest. Right over your heart.

“Because you want more than this. And if I take you tonight, I won’t be able to give it to you the way you deserve.”

You stare at him. Speechless.

He leans down. Kisses your cheek.

“Let me fix it first,” he whispers. “Then you can have all of me.” And then he walks out.

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you’re still in his hoodie.The second thing is that you’re still aching between your legs.You roll onto your back, blinking at the ceiling, replaying every second of last night like your body doesn’t know how to let it go.His mouth. His hands. The way he whispered mine like it was already true.And the way he left. Quiet. Controlled. Like you didn’t beg him to stay.

You touch your lips. They’re still swollen. Still tender.You don’t know what you expected to happen this morning. But it wasn’t this.The kitchen is quiet when you walk in.Luigi’s already there—hair damp, black tee stretched across his shoulders, eyes glued to the stove like scrambled eggs require intense focus. He doesn’t look at you.He doesn’t say a word.And that’s how you know last night meant something. Because the silence is loaded now. Different. Not casual. Not cold. Just… careful. You sit on the stool across from him. Pull your knees up. Tug the sleeves of his hoodie over your hands.He still doesn’t look. But his jaw tightens. His grip on the spatula shifts. And his voice, when he finally speaks, is too quiet.

“You sleep okay?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He nods too. Doesn’t ask anything else.You watch him plate the eggs. Slide one toward you without meeting your eyes.

“Thanks,” you say, barely above a whisper.

He just hums. Vinnie strolls in five minutes later. Hair messy. Shirtless. That same cocky grin.He pauses when he sees you sitting at the counter, legs bare, hoodie sliding off one shoulder.

His eyes flick to Luigi.

Then back to you.

He grins. “Well, well, well.”

Luigi doesn’t react.You glance at him. “Don’t start.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Vinnie’s smirk deepens. He grabs a banana from the counter and peels it slow. “You two seem tense. Have a little heart to heart last night?”

Luigi’s back stiffens. You speak before he can.

“Drop it, Vinnie.”

He holds up both hands, still smiling. “I’m just saying… energy’s weird today.”Then he leans in, eyes locked on yours.

“You ever need someone to talk to—y’know, like a real friend—I’m around.”

Luigi slams the spatula into the sink.

Everyone freezes.You turn toward him. But he doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t look at Vinnie. He just grabs his glass of water, swallows it in one go, and walks out.

The silence he leaves behind is deafening.

Vinnie whistles. “Touchy.” You shoot him a look. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He laughs once. “Oh, baby, I do.”

You find Luigi upstairs, sitting on the edge of his bed, phone face-down beside him, fingers steepled under his chin like he’s trying to keep himself from falling apart.He doesn’t look up when you walk in.You sit next to him. Quiet.

“Didn’t mean to make a scene,” he says finally.

You nod. “I know.” He runs a hand through his hair. “He’s trying to push me.”

You glance at him. “Is it working?”

He laughs—bitter and quiet. “Yeah. It is.”

You wait.

Then—softly—“Do you regret last night?”

He turns to you. His voice is barely a whisper.

“I regret stopping.”

Your breath stutters. And then, quietly, almost afraid to believe it—“Are you gonna stop next time?”

He doesn’t answer.He just leans in, presses his lips to your temple, and breathes—

“No.”

“Then don’t make me wait.”

Luigi stares at you for a long second. His eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them. His breathing shallow. Chest rising like he’s physically trying to hold himself back.Then his hand slides under your chin. Tilts your face up.“You sure?”

You nod.

“I need to hear it.”

“I want you,” you say, barely breathing. “I’ve always wanted you.”

That’s all it takes. He kisses you. Not like before. Not controlled. Not careful. It’s rougher now. Messier. He pushes you back onto the bed, climbs over you, and kisses you like he’s already inside you. His tongue licks into your mouth and you moan, soft and surprised, thighs parting on instinct.“Jesus,” he groans, grinding against you through his sweats. “You make me fuckin’ crazy.”His hands slide under the hoodie, up your stomach, dragging fabric as he goes. He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it off your body.

No bra. No panties.

He stares. His jaw flexes. Eyes roam over every inch of you like he’s memorizing it. “You came in here like this?” he asks, voice low. “Nothing underneath?”

“I didn’t plan it.”

He grabs your throat—not tight, just enough to hold you still.“Yes, you did,” he growls. “You fucking knew what you were doing.”You moan again. He dips down and kisses your neck. Bites. Sucks. Marks you. His hands are on your tits, squeezing gently, thumbing over your nipples until you’re squirming. “Been thinking about this every night,” he mutters, kissing down your chest. “What you sound like. What you taste like.”

When he gets lower, you gasp.

“Luigi—”

“I’m not stopping this time,” he warns, breath hot against your stomach. “So if you want me to stop, say it now.”

You don’t. So he doesn’t. He presses his mouth to the inside of your thigh and moans like he’s starving.“You’re soaked,” he whispers, lips brushing your pussy, “and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You squirm, already breathless.

“Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please, Luigi—please, I want you.”

That’s it.He licks a stripe up your pussy, slow and deliberate, groaning into it. His tongue circles your clit, flicking gently before flattening and dragging again. You choke on your own breath, hips bucking into his face.His hands grip your thighs, holding you open. “Fucking stay still,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “I’ve waited too long for this.”He eats you like it’s his. Like it’s always been his. Tongue fucking you, sucking, groaning, spitting when you get too wet and licking it back up again like he needs it.And when you moan his name—when your hands grip his curls and your thighs start to shake—he growls, low and possessive.

“Cum for me.”

And you do.

Fast. Hard. Shaking under him, mouth open in a silent cry, vision blurring.He doesn’t stop. Not right away. He keeps licking through it, drawing it out, holding you open and twitching until you whimper enough.

Then he pulls back. Mouth wet. Eyes wild.“You’re not done,” he says.He pulls his shirt off. Shoves his sweats down. No boxers.

Your eyes widen.He’s hard. Thick. Veiny. Already leaking.

“Luigi—”

“I told you,” he says, crawling over you again, stroking himself once before lining up at your entrance, “I’m not stopping.”

And then he pushes in.

One inch

Two.

Your back arches. Your mouth opens in a gasp.“Oh my god—”

“Fuck,” he moans, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. “You feel better than I ever let myself imagine.”He bottoms out slowly, every inch pressing deep, filling you until your eyes roll back. You’re so wet it’s obscene—the sound of him sliding in and out already echoing through the room. He starts to fuck you slow.

Deep.

Grinding his hips into yours like he wants you to feel it everywhere. You claw at his arms.He grabs your wrists. Pins them above your head. “I know you like it rough,” he growls. “But I’m gonna make it hurt to think about anyone else.”

You whimper. “Please.”

He fucks into you harder.

“Please what?”

“Please don’t stop—don’t pull out—don’t ever let anyone else—”

He groans, kisses you hard. “You’re mine now,” he breathes into your mouth. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”He fucks you like he owns you. Like he’s claiming you. Like Vinnie never even existed.And when he cums—deep, full, shaking above you—he doesn’t move.Just buries his face in your neck and whispers, “I’m not letting you go again.”

You don’t know how long you’ve been lying there.Back flat. Legs still open. Luigi’s body heavy on top of yours. His cock softening inside you, but he hasn’t moved. He’s still there. Still buried deep. Still holding your wrist like you’ll float away if he lets go.You’re both sweating. Breathing hard. Skin flushed and sticky and tangled.And neither of you says a word.Not right away.Not until Luigi finally lifts his head, looks down at you with blown pupils and damp curls sticking to his forehead, and whispers—“You okay?”

You nod, quiet. Your throat is raw. Your body’s aching. But yeah. You’re okay. You’re more than okay. He brushes your hair back. Kisses your cheek. Your jaw. The corner of your mouth.

Then—“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “I’m not letting you go again.”

Your chest stutters.You touch his face, slow and soft. “Then don’t.”He exhales. Rests his forehead to yours. And for the first time in forever, he doesn’t pull away.

You fall asleep wrapped in him. Limbs tangled. His arm slung over your waist like it belongs there. He’s still hard again when he stirs hours later, pressing into the curve of your ass, but he doesn’t move. Just kisses your shoulder and falls back asleep.

You don’t dream.You don’t need to. By the time you sneak into the kitchen the next morning, the house is already awake. Vinnie’s sitting on the counter, shirtless again, drinking straight from the carton of orange juice. He glances up when he hears your steps.

Then he smirks.

“Morning, princess.”

You try to play it cool. Oversized tee. No makeup. Bite marks faint on your neck. You grab a mug and pour tea like your legs aren’t still shaking.

He hops down. Gets close. Too close.

“You sleep good?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He hums. Tilts his head.“You and Luigi finally work your shit out?”

You freeze.He grins. “Took you long enough.”

He grins. “Took you long enough.”You meet his eyes. Careful. “What are you talking about?”

Vinnie steps closer. Real close.“I heard you.”

Your stomach flips.“Could’ve joined, you know,” he adds, casual. “Wouldn’t have minded.”

You stare at him.And he just smirks, licks his bottom lip, and says—

“You moan real pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

You don’t tell Luigi what Vinnie said.You think about it.When he comes into the kitchen thirty minutes later, fresh out of the shower, shirt clinging to his chest, eyes soft and warm just for you—

You almost say it.But you don’t.Because you don’t know what it would do to him.Because you don’t know what it would do to you.

The day drags.

Luigi works from the couch. You try to read. Vinnie paces the kitchen shirtless, barefoot, chewing ice, watching you like a predator who hasn’t decided how he wants to kill you yet.Every time you cross your legs, he stares.Every time you shift your weight, he smirks.

You feel it.He knows.He knows what happened. He knows Luigi came inside you, fucked you hard enough to bruise your hips. And Vinnie? He’s not mad.He’s intrigued.

That night, Luigi takes a phone call on the balcony. It’s long. Serious. You can hear him pacing. Frustrated. You’re in the kitchen, wearing nothing but that damn hoodie again. Knees on the counter, reaching for a wine glass.You don’t hear Vinnie come in.

But you feel him.

He steps up behind you, real slow, palms braced on either side of the counter, caging you in without touching.You freeze.Then—soft, low, dangerous—“You ever thought about it?”

Your breath catches. “About what?”

He leans in. Close enough to smell the weed on his breath. His mouth at your ear.

“Two guys. At once.”

You don’t answer. He laughs. Dark and quiet. “C’mon. You’re not shy.”

Still, you say nothing.But your thighs clench.

And he sees it. “I’m not saying he’d be into it,” Vinnie murmurs. “But you? You’d look so good between us.”You turn your head—just a little. “What makes you think I’d let you touch me?”

His mouth brushes your cheek. “Because you didn’t tell him to stop me.”

You inhale sharp.And then—The balcony door slides open. Luigi steps inside. Sees you. Sees him.

And Vinnie? He doesn’t even move. Just looks over his shoulder and says, “We were just talking.”

Luigi’s jaw tics. “I bet,” he says, voice flat.

You slide off the counter. Smooth the hem of your hoodie.Luigi watches you closely. Watches your lips. Your hands. Your neck.Then he looks at Vinnie.

“Is this what you want?”

Vinnie shrugs. “I mean… you’re the one who said you liked to watch.”

Luigi steps forward. Closes the space. Stands between you and Vinnie, facing him, nose to nose and then—calm, low, dangerous—

“You touch her without me in the room again, I break your fucking jaw.”

Vinnie smiles. “So you’re not saying no?”

Luigi doesn’t smile but he doesn’t say no.

You should’ve said no.When Vinnie leaned in earlier, whispered about how good you’d look between them—You should’ve shoved him off, walked away, slammed a door, anything.

But you didn’t You let him get close.You let Luigi see it.And now the air in the living room feels thick with it—like the house is holding its breath.Luigi hasn’t touched you since he walked back inside. He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread, eyes tracking every single move you make. There’s a cold bottle of Topo Chico sweating in his hand, untouched.

Vinnie’s the one who moves first.

He walks over.Sits beside you.

Close.

Too close.

You glance up, nervous—but not pulling away. “Tell me to stop,” Vinnie says, voice low.

Luigi’s still watching. Still silent.You don’t say anything.Vinnie’s hand brushes your thigh.

Luigi’s jaw tenses.But still—he doesn’t move. Vinnie leans in closer.And then— “Luigi,” you breathe, voice shaking. “Say something.”

He stands.

Walks over slow. Doesn’t look at you. Just stares at Vinnie.

“Touch her without me watching,” he says, voice dark, quiet, dangerous, “and we’re done.”

Then he looks at you. And his voice softens just enough to undo you.

“But if you want it, I’ll stay.”

Your breath catches.And finally, finally, you nod.

“Stay.” Luigi’s hand slides into your hair.He kisses you Slow. Deep. Possessive and when he pulls back—Vinnie’s already behind you. You’re not sure how you ended up between them like this. Not emotionally. That’s been coming for weeks.

But physically? Right now? Luigi is sitting back on the couch—legs spread, thighs tensed, cock hard in his fist—watching you crawl into his lap, naked, flushed, already dripping. And behind you, Vinnie’s voice is warm against your ear. “You gonna take both of us, baby?” he murmurs, palming your ass. “Think you can handle it?”

You nod, breathless.Luigi smirks—low, slow, possessive.

“She’s about to find out.”

You’re in position before you realize how desperate you’ve gotten.

On all fours, knees pressed into the couch cushions, face hovering over Luigi’s cock, thighs spread wide. Vinnie’s hands are gripping your hips from behind, lining himself up.

Your body trembles.

Luigi’s voice is calm. Firm. Gentle in the way only he can be. “Open your mouth.”

You do.He slides the head of his cock across your tongue, groaning as he watches you take it slow, inch by inch, your lips stretching around the girth. “Atta girl,” he breathes, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “Just like that.” Vinnie groans behind you, dragging the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Jesus—she’s fucking soaked, bro.”

“Of course she is,” Luigi says, never taking his eyes off you. “She’s wanted this.”

Vinnie’s hips push forward.And just like that—he’s inside you. You cry out around Luigi’s cock, throat flexing as your body stretches to take Vinnie in. He fills you slow, a low, breathless groan punching out of him as he bottoms out.

“Fuck me,” Vinnie gasps. “She’s so tight I’m gonna lose it.”

Luigi strokes your hair gently, keeping you still as he rocks his hips forward. “You’re okay,” he whispers, voice low. “You can take both. I know you can.”

And you do.You take them. You take Luigi’s cock in your mouth while Vinnie starts fucking you slow and deep, the pressure of him making your moans vibrate around Luigi’s length.Every thrust pushes you forward—onto Luigi’s cock. Every time you gag, he moans.

“Look at me,” Luigi says, voice tight.

You do. Eyes glassy. Drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. “That’s it,” he murmurs, cock twitching between your lips. “Look how good you look getting fucked and filled at the same time.”

Vinnie grips your hips tighter. His rhythm stutters.“God, you’re unreal,” he grits out. “Can’t believe I’m even allowed to do this.”

Luigi chuckles low, resting a hand on your head.“She’s letting you now,” he says. “But don’t forget who she belongs to.”

You moan. Loud.Vinnie fucks you harder. Luigi starts to thrust up into your mouth, slow but deep, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement.

Tears burn in your eyes.You can barely breathe. You don’t want to stop. “Good girl,” Luigi groans, tightening his grip. “Take it. Fucking take it.” Vinnie’s hips are slapping against your ass now. Loud. Wet. Relentless. “She’s clenching,” he pants. “She’s gonna—”

You do. You cum with a choked cry around Luigi’s cock, body jerking, thighs shaking, mouth still full as your walls clamp down hard around Vinnie.

“Holy fuck,” Vinnie growls. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

He pulls out last second, cumming hot and messy across your ass and lower back, hand stroking himself through it with a loud moan. You gasp, body limp, mouth sliding off Luigi’s cock, strings of spit connecting you as you collapse into his lap.But Luigi’s not done. He grabs your face. Tilts your chin up. “You think I’m letting you stop there?” he murmurs. “Nah, baby. I haven’t even started.” He flips you onto your back, grabs your thighs, and thrusts into you in one smooth, brutal stroke.

You scream. “That’s my girl,” he growls. “Now let me show you what it feels like to be fucking owned.” Your back hits the cushions. Your legs fall open on instinct.

Luigi’s already pushing in. No teasing. No warning.Just one hard thrust—deep.mYou choke on a gasp, legs flying up to wrap around his waist as his hips press flush to yours. “Oh my god—Luigi—”

“Shhh,” he murmurs, but his voice is low and wrecked. “You can take it. Just like you took my cock in your mouth.” He sets a brutal pace immediately—deep and slow, grinding his hips into yours like he’s trying to make you feel every inch. And you do. You feel it in your spine, in your belly, in your throat.You can barely speak. Barely breathe.And then you hear it.

Vinnie.

Still behind you. Sitting on the floor now, fucked-out and shirtless, hand between his legs again, stroking himself slow as he watches Luigi fuck you into the couch.

“Jesus,” he mutters. “He’s fucking destroying you.”

Luigi doesn’t even glance at him,He leans down, grabs your jaw, presses his forehead to yours.

“She like this,” he growls. “Being full. Being watched.”

You whimper.His thrusts get rougher.mHe slips one arm behind your knee, lifting your leg higher to fuck even deeper. The angle is devastating.

“Tell him,” Luigi pants, lips brushing your mouth. “Tell him whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you moan. “Yours, Luigi—only yours—”

“Damn right.” You’re already close again. You can feel it building—tight, sharp, overwhelming.

Luigi sees it.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Don’t fucking blink.”You do. You stare up at him, eyes glossy, mouth open, moaning louder now.mHe fucks you harder. Fucks you through it.Vinnie is still watching, still stroking, groaning under his breath as you fall apart under Luigi’s weight.

“Fuck, bro—she’s creaming all over you.”

Luigi slams his hips once, twice more, then buries himself deep and stills.

He doesn’t pull out.He just stays there.Breathing hard. Hand cradling your face.He kisses you once. Gentle. Careful.

Then he looks over at Vinnie“You done?”

Vinnie blinks. Breathless. “Uh—yeah.”

“Then get out.”

You laugh, weak and fucked-out, still twitching underneath Luigi.Vinnie grins, dragging his pants up as he stumbles toward the hallway.

“Worth it,” he mutters, disappearing down the hall.

And then it’s quiet.Luigi kisses your cheek. Your neck. Your shoulder.Still inside you.

Still hard.

“You think I’m done with you?” he murmurs. “Nah, baby. You’re not going anywhere.” You don’t know how long you were out.

Your thighs ache. Your body’s warm and messy and used, still trembling from the way Luigi fucked you full and slow while Vinnie watched, ruined, silent.He didn’t leave right away. You remember that.You remember the way he stared at your face while Luigi pulled you into his lap and whispered mine against your throat You remember the way he backed out of the room without a word, hard again and still aching—like he knew he wasn’t allowed to touch you twice.

You remember everything

But most of all? You remember waking up to Luigi still inside you. Hard again. Bare. Breathing against your neck.

And then— That low, filthy voice right in your ear:

“Don’t move.”

You were already soaked again.He’s slow with it. His hands on your hips, one slipping between your legs to spread you open from behind. Your body melts into the mattress, legs parted, breath shaky, still leaking his cum down the inside of your thighs.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, dragging two fingers through the slick mess dripping out of you. “That’s all mine.”

You gasp. He presses the head of his cock against your entrance and slides in again—with no resistance.

You whimper, face buried in the pillow. “Luigi—”

“Shh. Just take it.”

He starts fucking you slow. Deep. His hips grinding against your ass with every stroke, pushing his cum deeper back inside you. You cry out with every thrust. It’s too much, too good, too intimate.

“You feel everything now, huh?” he breathes, hand in your hair. “Feel how full I made you?”

You nod, fucked-out already, mouth open and drooling onto the pillowcase. He leans down, chest flush to your back, cock dragging slow and wet inside you.

“You still sore from earlier?” he whispers against your ear.

You moan.

“Good,” he says. “You should be.”

He fucks you harder. Not fast—but heavy. The kind of thrusts that make your breath catch and your knees give. The kind that say I don’t care who else saw you—I’m the one who fucking owns you. His hand slides down again, fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit as his cock keeps splitting you open,You’re so wet it’s obscene. Loud. Messy. Your whole body feels like it’s unraveling.

“Luigi—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he growls. “Fucking cum on my cock again. I want you shaking.” And you do. You cum so hard you see white. Your back arches. Your thighs twitch. You scream into the sheets as he fucks you through it, groaning at the way you squeeze around him. He doesn’t stop.He grabs your waist and keeps going, pace snapping faster now.“You want more?” he pants, breath hot against your spine. “You want me to fill you again?”

You try to nod, but your body’s gone. “Say it.” “Yes—yes, fuck, please—inside—want it inside—”

That’s it. He grips your hips tight. Slams in one last time. And stays there. You feel it immediately—his cum flooding deep inside, thick and hot and overwhelming. He moans into your neck. Doesn’t pull out. Just holds you like that, panting, twitching, still grinding into you slow as you both come down. His hands smooth over your waist. Your ribs. Your thighs. “You’re mine,” he whispers, one last time. “Mine.” You don’t speak when he finally cleans you up. You just watch him—quiet, steady hands, washing between your legs with a warm towel, kissing your thighs when you flinch. He helps you into his hoodie again. Pulls you into his chest. Tucks the blanket around your body like you’re something precious.

Vinnie’s gone by morning. No note. No goodbye. No texts.

Just the front door left slightly open, like he wanted to make sure you knew exactly what this was. Luigi sees it first. Closes it without a word. Then comes back to bed. You’re still there—curled up, still warm from the night before. He slides in beside you, pulls you onto his chest, kisses your shoulder, and says— “Let them wonder what happened.” And that’s the last thing he ever says about it.

okay first of all… i’m so sorry this ended up being almost 18k words 😭 it was supposed to be a quick little threesome and then it turned into jealousy, obsession, spit, control issues, and luigi whispering “mine” for six chapters straight. if you made it to the end, just know i love you. like genuinely. i know i dragged it out and took forever to get to the filth but the ending??? the ending was for you. there’s no part 2 btw. luigi finished it. literally and emotionally.

Thank you for reading. You’re a whore in my heart forever. 🖤

[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

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

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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!

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☆Castlevania☆

Headcanons of Trevor Alucard and Hector 🫧

I still don't trust you-Trevor belmont 🌟

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☆Scream☆

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☆On my block☆

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Logan howlett with short reader 🫧🌟

Part two of logan w short reader 🫧

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August spanking you for going against his word🫧

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Fluff ✨

Smut 🦢

Suggestive ⭐️

Slight Angst 🪿

Angst ⚡️

Vinnie Hacker

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[deansbeer]

COACHELLA, BABY.

꒰ . ⋮ minors do not interact .ᐟ ֹ ꒱

☆ synopsis. vinnie fucks you dumb at coachella after carrying you on his shoulders all hot and sweaty.

☆ warning(s). smut | semi-public sex (?) | exhibitionism | rough sex | fingering | dirty talk | spanking | overstimulation | vinnie is obsessed and possessive in the hottest way ever | reader isn't wearing any panties | daddy kink.

☆ kari notes. like missy elliott once said "get ur freak on" <3 ummm i will say writing for him took me back to '23 and it made me SOOOO emotional ???? (ur probably wondering how tf do u get emotional writing smut ….. i don't know.) s/o to all my vinnie girlies !!! this one is dedicated to u 🤍 + divider creds to me.

you don't even realize how good you've got it until vinnie's crouching down in front of you with that stupid half-smirk and his hands extended like he's about to carry you across a threshold.

"c'mon, baby," he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours through strands of messy, sun-drenched curly hair. his skin's glowing, flushed from the heat and a few drinks, chain around his neck glinting under the setting sun. "get on."

you blink at him, confused for half a second before you realize what he means. "on your shoulders?"

"unless you wanna keep jumping like a chihuahua trying to see over people's heads."

you roll your eyes but grin, because he's right. the crowd's thick, the music's good, and you've been struggling to see the stage for the last ten minutes. and vinnie? well, he's tall and broad and annoyingly strong, so you don't hesitate. you climb onto his shoulders, hands bracing on his head as you settle in, your thighs around him, your short little dress riding up dangerously high — not that either of you mind.

his hands grip your legs, steadying you, and he lets out a low whistle.

"jesus. you're not wearing anything under this?"

you lean down just enough to murmur into his ear, "not a thing under here."

he groans, head tipping back just slightly, and his hands squeeze your thighs. "you're gonna fuckin' kill me, baby."

but he doesn't ask you to get down. doesn't tell you to fix your dress. he just stands there, solid and proud, letting you dance on his shoulders as the bass shakes the desert air. his hands linger on your legs, warm and possessive, fingers brushing higher than they should in public. you don't say anything about it. you just smile and keep moving to the music, knowing full well he's getting the best view of the night.

later, when the sun's down and the sky's dripping in neon, you find a quiet rest tent tucked a little off to the side. it’s not really private — nothing at coachella is — but it's quieter, away from the crowd, dimly lit with soft cushions and low couches, the kind of place people come to cool down or make out for a few minutes in between sets.

you barely make it through the flap before vinnie's got you pressed up against one of the tent poles, his mouth on your neck, his hands already sliding under your dress like he's been waiting all day.

"you have no idea what you did to me out there," he mutters, biting at your jaw, his voice already rough. "you think i didn't feel that little pussy against the back of my neck every fuckin' time you moved?"

you gasp when his fingers slide between your thighs, two knuckles deep in your heat before you can even catch your breath.

"vinnie—fuck—someone could see—"

"and i don't give a fuck," he groans, curling his fingers just right. "you're mine. let 'em see for all i care."

you whimper, legs shaking, and he pulls back just enough to drag you toward the couch in the corner — low and wide, with a ridiculous little armrest that's not meant to be used like this. he bends you over it, your chest pressed to the cushion, ass up, dress bunched around your hips like a fucking ribbon.

he groans when he sees you. "fuck. look at you. look at this beautiful ass. all for me."

his hands palm the curves of your ass, thumbs digging in, fingers spreading you open. he's not shy about it — not with you. not after everything you've done to him today.

you hear the sound of his belt, the low clink of metal, and then he's behind you, cock dragging through your folds, teasing your entrance.

"so wet already," he murmurs, lining up. "you been thinkin' about this all night?"

you nod, but that's not enough for him. he grips your hair, pulls you up just enough to make you moan, his voice like gravel in your ear.

"say it, princess."

"yes, daddy," you breathe, eyes fluttering shut. "been thinking about you fucking me since the second you picked me up."

he growls and drives into you in one hard thrust, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. the stretch burns in the best way, your fingers gripping the cushion as he sets a rhythm — rough and deep, his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust.

you try to hold back your noises, try to keep quiet, but it’s impossible. the music is still thumping outside, but here, inside the tent, it's muffled — and that only makes everything feel louder. the wet sound of him fucking into you, his low groans, your soft cries.

"gotta be quiet, baby," he pants, one hand covering your mouth while the other keeps your hips in place. "don't want 'em hearin' how good i'm fuckin' you, huh?"

you whimper against his palm, eyes rolling back, the pressure building fast. he leans down, mouth hot against your ear.

"you love this shit. don't even care who hears. fuckin’ filthy girl."

you nod, a mess under him, your orgasm cresting with every thrust. he feels it — the way your walls flutter, the way your body starts to tremble — and he doesn't let up.

"that's it, mama. cum for me. cum on my cock like the good girl you are."

you choke on the moan that rips out of you, muffled by his hand, your body convulsing as you come hard, legs shaking, nails digging into the cushion. he fucks you through it, not stopping, chasing his own release now.

"goddamn," he groans, pulling out just in time, stroking himself once, twice, before he spills across your lower back, thick ropes of cum painting your skin.

you're both breathing hard, the air thick with sweat and sex and the distant thrum of music. you collapse forward onto the couch, dress still hiked up, thighs trembling.

vinnie leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your spine.

"coachella, baby," he murmurs with a grin.

and you laugh, breathless, because yeah — it's definitely one for the books.

[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

[gingeraleluke]

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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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.

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