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gingeraleluke · 24 days ago

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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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── ★ ˙ ̟𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 ──

“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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── ★ ˙ ̟𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 ──

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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── ★ ˙ ̟𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐭 ──

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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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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marjorie189 · 2 years ago

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

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

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

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

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ynuser I loveee you guys!!!

user.one SHES so fucking pretty

vinniehacker always love your smile

ynuser you always find a way to make my heart flutter

user.two their comments are so adorable

user.three they're* so adorable

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ynuser dinner date 🤍🥂 @vinnerhacker luv you baby

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vinniehacker love ya more sweetheart

user.four they way they fucking match 🥺

user.five his hands... those ringsss

ynuser right there with you girl 😩

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ynuser 1, 2, 3, pose 📸

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user.six natural beauty

user.seven she's so hot

vinniehacker omw

user.eight 💀💀💀💀

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

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ynuser and vinniehacker

ynuser and vinniehacker vacation 🏖️

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user.ten they look sooo happy together <333

jettashford hera says hi

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

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

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

user.twelve mommy daddy!!

user.thirteen adopt me

ynuser

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zendeya baddie

user.fourteen black is your color ♣️

vinniehacker gorgeous girl

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vinniehacker livin in our own little bubble

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ynuser always in our own little world 🌍

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

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

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

user.eighteen the blacks and whites 🤍🖤

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ynuser grassy picnics with my one and only 🧺🌳

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user.nineteen your dress is so cute!!

vinniehacker in this world it's just us

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

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

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diorjadore · 10 months ago

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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. 💛

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markspliers · 3 months ago

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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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emotionalblues · 6 months ago

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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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alinawritess · 6 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ❀ | Matt's POV

Read: The Flicker of Old Flames- down below;

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

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

❀ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Earlier that night:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy birthday – Vinnie ❤️"

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

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

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

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sadsyndrome69 · 1 year ago

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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

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snowwybear · 1 year ago

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littlemisscantloveyouback · 6 months ago

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

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🫧=smut 🌟=fluff 🍭=angst

My writing rules:

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

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cosmicanakin · 1 year ago

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purple haze ⎯⎯ V HACKER.

⎯⎯ you reconnect with vinnie after some time apart, over shared smoke under the stars.

YAP SESH! getting high with this man is on my bucket list ;)

୨ৎ VINNIE'S LIBRARY.

you sighed contentedly as you curled further into vinnie's side, basking in his warmth on the chilly autumn evening. clad in a cozy yet casual outfit of your own — a long-sleeved black top with a low neckline, paired with soft gray sweatpants and pink uggs slippers — you felt relaxed yet put together for your reunion with vinnie. around your neck hung a delicate silver necklace bearing his initial, a gift from your first anniversary together.

his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders while your fingers traced nonsensical patterns on his chest through his black purgatory hoodie. the sun was setting over the hills in a spectacular orange glow, but you were perfectly happy just drinking in vinnie's company after too long apart.

"i missed this," you murmured into his neck, savoring the familiar woodsy scent of his cologne. it had been over a month since your last proper date night/cuddle session due to midterms and assignments piling up at school. video calls simply weren't the same as feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm.

vinnie's lips pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering more than usual in an unspoken "i missed this too." his eyes drowned in affection when you peered up at him, thumb brushing your cheek softy. "i'm just glad my busy bee finally has a break. now, we can catch up properly."

you grinned, nudging his side playfully. "well, i think a certain someone promised me something to help with said catching up..." vinnie snorted, fishing in his pocket to produce a familiar plastic baggie and rolling papers.

"as my girl commands," he teased, placing a quick peck on your lips before sitting up to prepare. the sun was dipping below the horizon now, casting everything in a rosy glow that highlighted his delicate features as he worked. you took a moment to admire how far you'd come - just over a year ago this perfect boy was an online face you watched from afar, never imagining the sweet bond you'd form.

your smile stretched with giddiness at the memory, distracting vinnie until he tapped your nose with his finger playfully. "quit staring creep, help me out here will ya?" rolling your eyes fondly, you set to assisting in grinding the fluffy green buds and tucking them into a clean paper.

once the joint was prepared to perfection, vinnie glanced to the darkening sky and said softly, "we should light up soon before it gets too cold out." it was then you realized the sharp night breeze had picked up, nipping at any exposed skin and causing you to shiver slightly.

your boyfriend peered at your reaction and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "baby, why didn't you bring a jacket with you? fuck, here…" he hesitated, before tugging the beanie off his head. "this should warm those ears right up."

melting into a puddle at his thoughtfulness, you let him gently tug the knit hat down over your head, engulfing your senses in his warm cotton and woodsy scent. "baby, are you sure? now you'll be cold."

he waved off your concern, draping an arm back around your waist to tug you firmly into his side once more. "nah, i run hot remember? 'sides, looks cuter on you anyway." you giggled and burrowed into his chest, fingers fiddling with the soft fuzz of the beanie adoringly.

vinnie struck the lighter with an expert flick, watching the flame catch on rolling paper until it glowed faintly purple at the tip. taking a long pull, he held the smoke in his lungs for a beat before exhaling a billowing cloud towards the darkening sky. you followed suit, feeling tension instantly melt from your shoulders as a pleasant haze settled over your thoughts.

snuggling deeper into your boyfriend's embrace, you soaked in the lingering sunset glow and the earthy notes of high grass on your tongues. chilled air no longer bothered you wrapped in vinnie's steady warmth - inside and out. finally, after far too many days apart, you felt yourself relax fully for the first time in weeks.

he seemed to feel it too; his thumb resumed its idle caress along your arm as relaxed sighs puffed against your hair. neither said a word, too content just absorbing the presence and comfort of each other's company after the long separation. this was the calm and closeness you craved, needs now sated in each other's arms under dusk's rosy light.

the joint was long gone by the time night settled fully into muted indigo tones overhead. languid and fuzzy from smoke, you tilted your chin up with a soft hum, finding vinnie already peering down at you with hooded affection. his lips brushed yours tenderly, sweet, and slow like crawling into a cozy bed after being on your feet all day.

you melted further into every ounce of his embrace, his care, his love, heart fit to burst as his arms cradled you more securely in the chilly night. no amount of distance or time apart could diminish the perfection of moments like these, nurturing your bond back to full bloom once more. nothing in the world felt quite as calming or right as cuddling safely in vinnie's adoring hold.

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gingeraleluke · 1 year ago

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ

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

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: it’s a night to remember!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“fuck, VINNIE!”

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

“please, i can’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n, are you okay?”

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

lethal probably.

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

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

roman? of course. but flloyd?

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

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

you’re a fucking cheater.

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

all she could think about was that night.

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

but you liked it.

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

flloyd deserves better. so did freddie.

“no, flloyd lied to me—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s just like he said. you’re a-

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FLASHBACK 4 YEARS AGO

“fucking cheater!”

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

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

wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you ruined everything.

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

why would he ever wanna be with you now.

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

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

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

he’s right, y/n.

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

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

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

“oh, okay, so she’s just lying?!”

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

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

of course she would be uncomfortable.

you cling to her like a lost puppy.

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

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

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

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

you cheated.

all you do is hurt people.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

did you tell her yet? ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

she shouldn’t have opened it.

i thought about you when i fucked her tbh.

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

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

“drake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

if he was sober at least.

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

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

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

everything but her.

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NOW

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

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

but that didn’t happen.

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

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

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

he still wore the suit she picked out for him.

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

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

she didn’t know better though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“drake?”

“yeah?”

“can you stay with me?”

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

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

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

“are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this could literally be the biggest day of my life.

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10:30 AM

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙮

@ 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧

prom anyone? <3

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@ y/n: 👀

@ iamlorengray: oh i’m so ready

4:40 PM

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮/𝙣

@ Y/N

@ hypehouse see you soon 👀

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@ userone: WHAT

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

@ userone: @ usertwo SHUT UP ILL LOSE IT

@ userthree: MOTHER IS FINALLY FEEDING US 🥳

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

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

@ usersix: MEET NIKITA PLEASE

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

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

Kelsey 😘:

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

here goes nothing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what if he comes in a pair of sweatpants?

what if he doesn’t show up at all?

am i gonna regret this?

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

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

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

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

calm down, y/n.

everything’s gonna be fine.

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vinnie 🐞🤍

we just got here, are u close?

hello?

yeah

where are you

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

okay

everyone is walking in vinnie where are you

hurry up i’m holding everyone up

i’m here

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

“hey.”

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

“hey, woah. you good?”

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

she couldn’t believe it.

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

he looked so sexy that it was borderline dangerous.

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

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

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

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.”

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

he immediately regretted doing so.

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

vinnie had never really found dresses attractive like that before.

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

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

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

“well, yeah.”

“have you been to prom before?”

“nope.”

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

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

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

“you look really beautiful tonight.”

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

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this is the event she got all worried about?

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

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

it was honestly pathetic.

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

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

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

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

that was until it didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

vinnie hacker? possessive?

usually not, but tonight he was.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙤

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

“you seriously wanna dance? to this song?”

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

it made me put away my pride

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

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

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

i’m wishing i could make this mine

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

think about flloyd.

think about drake.

if you need it

we could make it

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

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

if you want it

you can have it

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

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

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

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

they gon find you

gon catch you sleepin

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

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

now don’t you close your eyes

is there sex pollen in the air?

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

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

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

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

too late

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

those words were enough to push him over the edge.

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

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

“what’d you say?”

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

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

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