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the universe chose us

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part one,

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part three,

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Traitor, A little bit of revenge

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Traitor

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: In letting them go, you don’t lose everything, you return to yourself.

warning: angst, man, crying

Rain always seemed to follow you after he left.

It started the night everything fell apart. The kind of night where the air felt too heavy, like even breathing was hard. You sat on the edge of your bed, phone glowing in your shaky hand as you were rereading the last message he sent. It wasn’t cruel. And that almost made it worse.

“You deserve better.”

You laughed at that. A quiet, broken sound that echoed in the empty room. Because the truth was, you didn’t want better.

You wanted him.

A little while before the message, you two were still pretending everything was fine.

You sat on the hood of his car, parked on a hill overlooking the city. The lights flickered below you like something alive.

He nudged your shoulder. “You’re thinking too much again.”

You smiled a little, your heart warming because he knew you. Knew you too well, maybe.

“I always think too much.” You said, smiling at him faintly.

“Yeah, but tonight you’re quiet about it.” He titled his head, studying you. Like he knew something was wrong. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated. Then, softly “Do you ever feel like..something’s off?”

He laughed, not unkindly. “That’s vague.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled a little.

“With us.” You clarified, a little serious now.“I mean with us.”

That made him pause. Just for a second.

But you noticed. You noticed the change in his eyes when those words left your lips.

“You’re overthinking again.” He said, looking away toward the city. “We are good. Aren’t we good?”

You wanted to say no. Wanted to argue and tell him your feelings.

Instead, you nodded. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“See?” He smiled. “You always worry for nothing.”

But something in his voice felt rehearsed.

A few days later, you called him.

He didn’t pick up.

You tried again.

Nothing.

Finally, he texted you.

Busy. Talk later?

You stared at the message, typing and deleting replies until you answered.

Okay.

But later never came.

When you two did meet again, it felt….different.

You sat across from each other at a small café. The kind of place you used to love because it was “your spot”.

Now it just felt small.

“So,” you said, wrapping your hands around your cup, “you’ve been busy.”

It was more like a statement than question.

“Yeah,” he said quickly. “A lot going on.”

“With what?” You asked, titling your head to the side.

“Just…stuff.”

You frowned. “You used to tell me about your ‘stuff’.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Why are you making this a thing?”

“I’m not making it a thing, Vinnie.” You said, your voice tightening. “It already feels like a thing.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re doing that again.”

“Doing what?”

“Turning nothing into something.”

Your chest tightened. “So we are nothing to you?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “I never said that.”

“It sounded like you did. So I’m asking you, are we nothing to you?”

He didn’t respond immediately.

And that silence said more than anything else could.

The last time you two saw each other, it rained.

Of course it did.

You were standing outside his building, looking at him. Neither of you quite knowing what to say,

Then suddenly he took a deep breath, meeting your worried eyes. Because you knew what was coming. And he knew you didn’t want that to happen.

“I think…” he started then stopped.

You crossed your arms, trying to keep yourself calm. “Just say it.” You said, trying to act like what was happening didn’t make you sad.

He exhaled. “I think we should end this.”

The words landed softly.

But they shattered everything.

You let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “That’s it?” Thats what you’ve been building up to while acting like nothing was wrong? While laying in my bed, promising me forever?”

“Things changed.” He said.

“When?” You asked. “Because I don’t remember agreeing to that.”

“It’s not something you agree to.” he muttered.”

“The what is it?” Your voice cracked. “Because a few weeks ago you were telling me I was the only one who understood you.”

“I meant it then”

“Then what changed?”

He didn’t answer.

And that hurt more than anything.

The rain fell onto your cheeks, mixing with your tears as you looked at him.

“Say something.” you whispered.

He looked at you, finally, and there was something almost apologetic in his eyes.

“You deserve better.”

You froze.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is,” he insisted. “I can’t give you what you want.”

“Did I ever ask for anything impossible?” You shot back. “I just wanted you to show up, to understand me..” you stayed quiet for a second before continuing, “to love me.”

He took a deep breath, “I know,” he said almost too softly. “But I can’t do that for you.”

You exhaled shakily, “so you’re just leaving?”

He just nodded, not saying anything. His eyes not meeting yours.

Just like that, it was over.

Weeks passed, then months.

And still, you caught yourself reaching for your phone in the mornings, half asleep, expecting a message that would never come.

But one day when you woke up, the rain has stopped.

You hadn’t noticed yet.

Not when you got out of bed without checking your phone. Not when you got dressed into your shirt and not his. Not even when you passed the picture you still had of you and him on your table.

But later that day, you found yourself on the same hill where you two used to sit together.

The city lights were still there.

Unchanged.

You sat on the hood of your own car this time, staring out at the view.

“You were wrong you know,” you said out loud, even though he wasn’t here to listen. “I didn’t need better.”

“I needed you to be better.”

Only in that moment you realized, the rain did really stop.

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HELLOOOOO.

A little story after a while.

When I wrote it for the first time, it didn’t save.

So after a break down, two weeks of trying to write it’s here.

I’m not sure if I like it. But I hope you like it.

Hello, my amazing loves.

I’m back.

And I just completed new story.

But to my luck, it didn’t save. I wanted to publish it today, but it took me two days to write it so it might take me some time.

I missed you all.

And thank you for your support even when I wasn’t around.

Helloo, my loves.

it’s been a while since I’ve been here, but since I got better. And mainly got over what happened, I decided to come baaack!!

But I was wondering who you want to read about? Send me requests or write under this post, please.

I’m really looking forward to reading all of yours requests.

By the way, than you so much for your support. I really appreciate it and I’m really happy you like my work.

Hi, my lovees.

As you could notice, I wasn’t active much. And I’m so sorry for it.

I just don’t feel well lately. Some things happened and I need time to think and heal from them.

So I just wanted to come up here and tell you that I’m taking a short break from writing.

I can’t describe how grateful I am for every single one of you. And I can’t thank you enough for your support. You’re amazing.

If you need anyone to talk to or think you’re alone, you’re really not. I’m here, so don’t feel scared to talk to me.

I mean, we’re basically bestieees 💋.

I love you all so much ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: something new but not unwelcomed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything was so you and you loved it.

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

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

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

He loved your apartment, he loved you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t remember buying those.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that fear still remained there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He knew you too well.

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

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

“What’s wrong, baby?”

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

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

“I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped, clearing your throat too.

“I’m kind of nervous about it.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s not like that, Vin.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something that could easily break.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re unbelievable.”

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

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

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

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

You realized that your space stopped being only yours entirely.

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

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

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

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

It was Vinnie’s space too, now.

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

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

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

That the person was your home the whole time.

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HELLOOOO, BAAABBBEEESSS!!

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

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

Tell me, please.

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

the last part

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jimmyfallon

liked by yourusername, vinniehacker and 986, 638 others

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

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

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

“Love yourself like you love others.”

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user1: i love her sm

user2: she’s such an angel

user3: the prettiest

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 572, 627 others

_yourusername_: matchingg

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vinniehacker: slayyy

» _yourusername_: baby tf 😭

user1: they’re so cute

user2: not Vinnie trying to fit in

user: ;)))

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 456, 987 others

vinniehacker: my precious baby, i love you

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_yourusername_: i love you even more more

reggiehacker: okay fine, you two are cute

user1: they’re a goal

user2: I knew I was single even before

user3: why is not my relationship relationshiping like this bro

user4: oh god

_yourusername_

liked by tarayummy, vinniehacker and 829, 456 others

_yourusername_: the happiest woman.

view 6, 638 comments

vinniehacker: oh, how much I love my wife

tarayummy: my girl is married, oh god

user1: I’m tearing up actually

user2: my parents are marrieddd

user3: you can finally adopt me, thank you

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vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker, _yourusername_ and 998, 289 others

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

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_yourusername_: you’re my color

reggiehacker: pass me the tissues please

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

user2: I feel so so so happy right now

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

user4: in another life then

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 928, 982 others

_yourusername_: i was never sure with anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love you so much, Mr. Hacker.

Love, your wife.

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vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, tarayummy and 789, 627 others

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

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

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

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

And now, some words for my one and only:

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

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

I love you so much.

Love, your husband.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

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HIII, BABEESSS!!

I’m not crying, you are.

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

thank you for all your support.

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

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

next one: always and forever us

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yourusername

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 786, 627 others

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

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

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

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

i love you more, love.

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vinniehacker

liked by yourusername and 234, 527 others

vinniehacker: in love i guess

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yourusername: I’m too, I guess

user1: I’m in tears

user2: not your wife yet

user3; wait WIFE?!

user4: we still have a chance

yourusername

liked by tarayummy, vinniehacker and 679, 527 others

yourusername: a fiancée now.

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

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

user1: she’s so pretty

user2: the prettiest

user3: 😻

vinniehacker

liked by reggiehacker and 573, 627 others

vinniehacker: missed my girl

view 3, 523 comments

reggiehacker: you’re so obsessed

» vinniehacker: *so in love

user1: cute

user2: I’m so jealous

user3: i want to be your girl

yourusername

liked by vinniehacker and 876, 527 others

yourusername: love my man sm.

view 4, 628 comments

vinniehacker: i love you more, baby

user1: oh, i love your man too

user2: not sure if i want her man or her

user3: i want that

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HIII, LOVIES!!

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

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

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

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

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

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

“You can’t go.”

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

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

To show you that he cared.

“Baby, you know I need to.”

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

And too over heels for him.

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

You sniffled, your words making him guilty.

And maybe that was exactly what you wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stoped calling, stopped texting.

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

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

And it hurt. Hurt more than anything.

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

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

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

“That’s the one.”

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

It was perfect.

“Alex’s gonna love it.”

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

“He loves everything I wear.”

You mumbled out, giggling with your friends.

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

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

But you didn’t feel like it now.

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

But it wasn’t like that.

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

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

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

But he wasn’t him.

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

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

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

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

What if he never left you.

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

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

It was weird. Fate was weird.

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

Because in those cards, there was no Vinnie anymore.

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

Moving to LA was a great idea.

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

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

It was beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

Because it felt right to you.

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

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

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

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

“You miss me already?”

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

Your friend chuckled softly.

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

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

Even though she was your best friend.

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

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

But she didn’t say anything about it.

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

She mumbled out, preparing herself to say something more.

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

You said.

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

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

“Hi, baby.”

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

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

No, it was just a joke.

“Vinnie?”

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

“Yeah, that’s my name.”

He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

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

“I got your invitation, you know.”

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

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

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

He mumbled out, his voice low and deep.

“Yeah, I am. It’s tomorrow.”

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

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

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

And then silence.

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

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

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

“You still have my number.”

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

“Never deleted it.”

You hummed, nodding your head at his words.

“Never used it though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t say anything so you just continued.

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

Was the only thing he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will you have a cake with strawberries inside?”

He asked, cutting you off guard.

You couldn’t believe he remembered that.

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

You didn’t expect him to, but he did.

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

He asked and you giggle at the memory.

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

Your head was thrown back as you laughed.

“You were scared I didn’t like them.”

He hummed, chuckling slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll see me in white if you come.”

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

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

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

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

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

But you couldn’t stop yourself from saying them.

“I don’t know, baby.”

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

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

He whispered, making you think for a moment.

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

And he thought too, keeping quiet.

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

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

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

“In another life,”

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

“Maybe it was you and me..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t say that.”

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

“We can just hope.”

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

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

His voice broke slightly.

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

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HI, BABIEESSS!!

Yep, it’s another angst. Sorryyyy.

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

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

But I’m not sure yet.

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

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

A little bit of revenge | Vinnie Hacker

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: he played the wrong one.

warnings: reader herself, kissing

previous parts: traitor

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

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

He took everything from you. Literally everything.

He showed you what love itself was.

But he also showed you what a betrayal was.

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

You were understanding, patient and gentle with him.

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

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

You did everything you could to keep him.

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

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

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

You started going out a lot, met new people.

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

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

“You’re the best thing, baby.”

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

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

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

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

Was she prettier, funnier?

Did she smell better? Did she laugh better?

But it was rare when you did that.

Most of the time you were simply happy.

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

And everyone loved it.

Maybe even Vinnie did.

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

And he found himself missing you.

Your sweet, gentle soul.

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

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

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

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

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

You weren’t home though, still at school.

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

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

You walked to the door, looking at him.

“What a pleasure.”

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

“I just wanted to talk.”

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

You had other plans though.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

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

You shrugged, clearing your throat.

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

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

He would never guess you’d do that.

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

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

Because he knew that he lost something expensive.

Something rare, that’d he never get back.

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

You deserved some time for yourself.

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

After a long time since everything happened.

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

But you felt good.

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

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

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

“Hi there.”

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

“Hi, love.”

You said back, smiling.

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

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

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

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

She was beautiful, you couldn’t lie.

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

Her blonde hair smelled and looked like honey.

She was like an angel.

You didn’t understand her boyfriend.

How could he not appreciate her?

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

Someone too familiar to you.

Blonde hair, brown eyes. Skin full of tattoos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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HIIIIII, BABESS!!

that took a turn, right?

I hope you like it though.

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

Let me know.

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

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

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

next part: a little bit of revenge

used song: Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

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

You saw it, of course you did.

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

He wasn’t alright.

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

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

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

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

And you just hummed, nodding your head.

Because you knew that he’d text you.

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

| I’ll be late, don’t wait for me.

Just that.

Few empty words that you knew would be there.

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

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

You cleared your throat, trying to get his attention.

“How was the day with boys?”

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

“With boys? Yeah, yeah it was good.”

You didn’t say anything.

Just let out a soft hum, nodding your head.

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

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

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

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

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

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

The look he once gave you.

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

She looked so happy.

They looked so happy.

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

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

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

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

But you wanted to know what was going on.

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

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

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

The tattoos making your eyes tear up.

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

Those were the arms that once felt like home.

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

You remembered the argument.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I love you.”

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

“And I’ll never love anyone more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t showing off.

He was showing her off.

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

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

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

“You’re so beautiful.”

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

His hand caressing your skin.

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

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

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

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

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

And you believed him.

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

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

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

And her smiling. Just like you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You said, wrapping your arms around yourself.

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

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

Of course he avoided the question.

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

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

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

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

“Just be honest with me, Vin.”

You mumbled out, your voice hoarse from crying.

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

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

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

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

He sighed, shaking his head.

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

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

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

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

And both of you knew that.

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

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

And you somehow fell for that.

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

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

“Show me.”

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

He cleared him throat, obviously trying not to laugh.

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

He said, hiding his laugh with coughing.

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

“Should we call someone to do it?”

You said and he started laughing.

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

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

“We can make the bed ourselves.”

He said, looking at the instructions over your shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt stupid for noticing that late.

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

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

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

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

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

But you didn’t believe it.

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

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

And you hummed, nodding your head.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, is Vinnie alright?”

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

The brother that was just calling you.

“Yeah, yeah. He is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My baby.”

You frowned, trying to calm your beating heart down.

Did he forget that you were his first?

Did he forget those moments when he called you that?

“You’re the one and only for me.”

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

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

“My pretty baby.”

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

He stood before you, his eyes guilty.

“Maybe you were right the entire time.”

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

You took a deep breath, looking away from him.

“How long are you together?”

You mumbled out, not prepared for his next words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then you left, not looking back.

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

And you only wished that he felt guilty even more.

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

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

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

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HELLOOO, MY LOVES!!

How are you?

I’m here with another song imagine!!

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

Love you all ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

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

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

Tell me every one of your ideas.

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: instagram posts of our favorite lovebirds

next one: more of us

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_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, tarayummy and 678, 672 others

_yourusername_: loving you, loving me more

view 5, 672 comments

vinniehacker: oh, yeah?

» _yourusername_: never

user1: ugh she’s so pretty

user2: the prettiest

user3: what a fucking diva

user4: excuse me

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker, reggiehacker and 768, 768 others

_yourusername_: no bart, just brat

view 6, 768 comments

vinniehacker: I like bart more

» _yourusername_: ofc you do

user1: tutorial on how to be aesthetic please

user2: brou

user3: i want you

user4: :o

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_, tarayummy and 567, 683 others

vinniehacker: her, her, her, her, her

view 3, 563 others

_yourusername_: you, you, you, you, you

user1: alright, we get it

user2: he’s so whipped

user3: cutest

_yourusername_

liked by vinniehacker and 678, 265 others

_yourusername_: cutie bear like my bf

view 6, 682 comments

vinniehacker: you mean less cute?

» _yourusername_: my baad. It should be more cute

user1: they’re the cutest

user2: oh, how much I love them

user3: she’s so pretty

vinniehacker

liked by _yourusername_ and 673, 627 others

vinniehacker: 🖼️

view 3, 682 comments

_yourusername_: how are you real?

user1: GIRL

user2: my god

user3: can I be her?

celebritiesbyoureyes

liked by _yourusername_, vinniehacker and 454, 572 others

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

“Love yourself like you love others.”

view 5, 773 others

user1: she’s the sweetest

user2: I love her

user3: awwweee

vinniehacker, _yourusername_

liked by tarayummy, reggiehacker and 987, 628 others

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

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

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

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

comments are off.

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HELLOO, LOVES!

What a turn, right?!

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

Thank you for your support, babes.

pairing: vinnie hacker x reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like he did to you.

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

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

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

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

“You have five minutes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I could stay like this with you forever.”

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

The problem was, you were never his.

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

Even though it was different.

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

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

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

“You might want to sit down.”

He mumbled out, which you shook your head to.

“Just tell me what you need, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t deserve that, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though, he had all your time.

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

Your lip trembled as tears streamed down your face.

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

You didn’t notice those things yourself.

“I’m scared.”

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

“I know, baby. I know”

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

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

His voice was full of vulnerability he never showed.

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

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

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

“You hurt me a lot.”

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

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

You mumbled out, repeating his words.

His eyes widened, his body moving closer to yours.

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

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

He breathed in your scent that he craved so much.

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

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

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

All your problems suddenly disappeared.

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

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

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

He looked down at you, smiling.

“I’m sorry.”

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

“Don’t shake your head at me.”

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

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

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

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

He mumbled out, making your heart hurt a little.

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

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

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

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

“It’s forever kind of thing, baby.”

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HIIIIIII, MY BEAUTIFUL BABIES!!!

We’re at the end.

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

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

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pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

summary: some promises are meant to be broken.

warnings: having hard time, crying, struggling, angst

next part

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

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

Everything was harder and harder.

And Vinnie stopped trying.

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

Realization crawled up your back.

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

You were blinded by your own sadness and anger.

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

You regretted not taking him back.

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

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

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

Even just for a second.

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

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

You started shutting everyone out, not even knowing why.

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

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

You felt like drowning.

And the only life jacket was Vinnie.

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

Lost without a map or navigation.

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

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

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

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

Things that weren’t Vinnie.

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

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

But everything had it’s first, no?

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

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

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

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

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

Like something would happen.

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

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

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

A look you’ve never seen before.

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

He mumbled out, clearing his throat.

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

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

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

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

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

His tone was pleading, his eyes too.

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

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HIIIII, MY LOVIIIEEESSS!!

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

And we’re almost at the end!!

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