#rockyoursh1thackerr

TW: SHE/HER PRONOUNS. RPF. OVERTHINKING (CONFLICTING FEELINGS), THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS & (SOCIAL) ANXIETY. INCLUDES BOTH POVs. KIND OF A SOULMATE AU (VINNIE FEELS WHAT READER FEELS). NOT PROOFREAD. *GIFS NOT MINE*

Requested by anon: Hey! Just wanted to say I really love your work ❤️ Could I plz request a Drabble for vinnie with reader who struggles with like anxiety and often gets panic attacks and is a huge overthinker (it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with these kinds of topics).

Please, to anyone that interacts with my page and you have either, a blank or ageless blog, be mindful that you will be blocked!

I'm well versed with all things anxiety so I may have exceeded the limit of a typical drabble, and made it longer than what was probably expected. I also, think(???) I might've forgone the attack side of your request but I hope this will suffice. I really had fun messing around with the boy/girl group dynamics, too. Hope you enjoy!! Sorry for the rushed ending.

(Vinnie's POV)

"Yeah, man, and then she..." Vinnie blocked out the random guys' conversation, partly because he wasn't all that keen on listening to the guy drone on about what happened between him and his newest conquest the night before, but mostly, because he was concerned for his other half, knowing how she can get when it comes to large crowds, such as these.

Having been split from her, the second her friends spotted her upon arriving and leaving him with little to no time to reinstill the same reassurances he was always sure to give her, whenever they went out, before they dragged her away.

SOFT!RAFE CAMERON x READER | fluff | ambiguous!reader | use of Y/N | switches from she to you perspective | Featuring Sarah, Wheezie |

Gif Credit: [X]

Imagine Rafe crushing on Sarah's best friend since forever but she never gave him the time of day (or that's what he thinks), so he uses whatever excuse to get her attention. His discovery that Top had invited Sarah to a game, and you by association, having presented the perfect opportunity...

At first, he intended to just show off his skills out on the field but it's when he lifts up his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, due to how hard he played, trynna to get a rise out of you, did you finally pay him any mind.

Noticing this, he continues to do it, throughout the game, hoping to get another reaction. Annoying Sarah in the process.

"Oh my god, he's doing it again..." Sarah rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what he was up to.

"Yeah, like how sweaty can one person get," wheezie, who invited herself, added innocently, the reason why flying completely over her head, "Someone get him a towel!" She yelled down where people stood on the sidelines, genuinely concerned, leaving you and Sarah in a fit of laughter that had Rafe fumbling the ball, mesmerized by the sound.

"Oh, jesus, just put me out of my misery, Y/n, and give up already. You've tortured him enough, past the point where I'm now the one suffering... seriously, this is just getting ridiculous. You two make it so painfully obvious." She looked back to see him repeat his actions, a little more skin showing this time, causing her to gag, "some more than others, apparently."

Let's be honest reader is a little unhinged and kinda delulu in this one. Reader is sapphic. The friend is unnamed. Nate Beck mention (ah, the glory days b4 i discovered vinnie lmao). Suggestive and cliffhanger ending. Written day of posting so it might have mistakes!

In which, Vinnie throws a house warming party but it's derailed by two girls, with a less-than-subtle crush on him.

Vinnie hated the attention. Sure, he encouraged the odd dm or two, but it was times like these, when he got to meet the faces behind those phone screens, did he really start to question his lifestyle choices and whether he should've gone downstairs to drink with the boys, like they proposed. Instead of being here, in his room, stuck between two very pretty best friends --contrary to the popular tiktok sound-- as they fought over his attention. His arms clenched in their perfectly manicured fists.

"Back off! He's mine!" One yanked his arm, too immersed in the argument to recognize his discomfort, "You didn't even know who he was until I introduced you to tiktok."

"Oh, please..." the other girl, Y/n, scoffed, yanking his other arm in tandem, just as ignorant to his feelings, "you were so far up Nate Beck's arse to notice there was anyone else on the app. Hello? I. Saw. Him. First!" She yanked his arm between each word, to the point Vinnie, even in his shocked and albeit frightened state, had to anchor himself as not to crush her. Nice to a fault...

Done with their antics, he pulled his red and aching arms from their grasps and yelled, "okay, that's enough!! I haven't known you both for long but you're meant to be best friends. And best friends don't do this," he emphasized by flexing his arms out, distracting them momentarily, trying to get some feeling back in his fingers from the lack of circulation, "--they don't fight over guys and they sure as shit, don't break said guys' arms off while doing it."

They were taken out of their reverie at his words, their faces flushed with guilt. Both for him and each other, never having meant for a silly little crush to come to this.

He breathed out an exasperated sigh, so done with people for the day, about ready to go downstairs and call off the whole party entirely, "Now, if you could make up, that'll be great," at this point, he couldn't care less, he just wanted to go to sleep and hope this was one big nightmare, "but in the mean time, I'm gonna go downstairs. Please don't be here when I come back."

Later, when he did come back upstairs, the whole downstairs empty and littered with red solo cups and shot glasses, did he find them still up there. But to his surprise, they weren't waiting for him like he'd expected but rather, they were making up as he suggested. In more ways than one. The hands that near squeezed the life out of him not too long ago, were now circled around eachother in a lovers embrace, causing him to gulp in envy. Having started out the night thinking he'd at least had a chance to be with either one of them but alas,

"Welp, at least my beds' getting some action, tonight." He shook his head, on his way out until...

A/N: Lol, I hope this was as comedic as I was trying to make it out to be. Also, maybe he joins in, maybe not?

Warning: Alludes to cheating?? (Not on reader) Ends on a sorta cliffhanger? Simp!Vin. Oblivious!Vin? She/her pronouns. Use of Y/N. I'm that anemic kinda girly, so I incorporated a little of what goes on (aka constant need for rest) into the story.

"I love her," Vin answered chat without hesitation, basically gushing at the seams as he read the frequently used question, referring to his longtime girlfriend, Y/n--his game long forgotten as he went on and on about his other half, "like, she's the one, chat. I don't know what I'd do without her, she's my best friend. And I'd do anything for her..."

He rambled on, before clocking another question, concerning your whereabouts, your usual sleeping form not visible in the background of his live stream, "where's y/n? Uh, she's at her place, right now. Honestly, I don't know why she even goes there, she basically lives here, anyway," he pouted, before smiling at chats request for him to call you, the chat wanting to hear your voice as much as he did, in that moment. Though for him, he feels that need, every second of every day. Nowhere, near sick of hearing your voice or seeing your face.

Swiping his phone up off the desk, he pressed your contact, marked as 'my girl', and proceeded to rip off his headphones (uncaring as his avatar perished on his monitor, due to being afk for too long) to press the phone to his ear, only to be disappointed at the sound of prolonged dial tones, his smile only returning as he heard the goofy voice mail you left.

Pulling the phone away from his ear, he shook his head, "no answer, guys. She's most likely taking a nap," he rolled his eyes, a stupid, lovesick smile on his face, "that girl and her sleep.... if I didn't know any better, I'd say she loves sleep more than me." He laughed, unknowing of the going on's of his professed true love.

Because where he was right in presuming you were in bed, he failed to comprehend that maybe, just maybe, you weren't alone....

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Dont worry guys, she's just sleeping with her fur baby!!

...And since you're all here, please, go show love to this post, the tags for it aren't working (unlike this one).

[*****] means there's a time skip.

Imagine.... Cuddling with Vinnie after a passion-filled night.

"Are you okay?" Vinnie says, a softness to his voice, a contrast to the roughness he performed, moments prior, "Do you wanna go to the bathroom, before you fall asleep?"

"No, I just wanna cuddle." You whined, the fact you even answered him, surprising not just him but you, as well. The state of bliss, Vinnie sent your body, mind and soul into, making everything so blurry, you'd wondered if he even said anything, at all.

"Come on. We'll cuddle after a bath, okay?" At your protests, he quickly added, "I know... I know, hunny. But me and you both know, you won't be able to have a good night's rest, if you don't. Okay? I promise, after we have a nice, warm bath, then we can cuddle."

Letting up, you pouted, "you promise?"

"Of course." He says, lovingly. Gazing at you with love and adoration as you squint up at him, reciprication gleaming in your still hazy eyes.

*****

"Okay, baby... I'm just gonna lay you down here, for a second, and get you some water, 'kay?" He asks, not even waiting for your answer as he sets you down on the bed, fresh sheets soft against the metarial of your clean pajamas-- aka, vinnies clothes, before tucking you in and walking towards to bedroom door.

"B-but wait! You promised, we'd cuddle." You yelled after him, his foot already half-way out the door.

"I know, baby. We will, but you need something to bring up your energy. Just stay here, I'll be right back." He says, leaving for the kitchen, before his pouting girlfriend could change his mind.

*****

"Here you go," You hear him come in moments later. Looking up to see him, drying his hair with a towel, before throwing it, haphazardly, to the side, and motioning for you to sit up. The water bottle you didn't even have to ask for, grasped in the hand, opposite to the one he was holding the towel in.

Gently pulling you in his arms as your jelly-like limbs stopped you from doing so, yourself. Moving behind you and settling your back against his chest, like he did in the bathtub, and helping you to take small sips, "take it easy, don't drink it too fast... just go slow."

Giggling between gulps, you remind him, "thats not what you said earlier."

Chuckling, he replied, "ha-ha, you're so mature."

Nudging you forward, a little, on the bed to grab the granola bar from his sweatpant pocket, "here, I got this for you, too."

Awe-ing you take it from him with a kiss, "thank you."

*****

After passing the snack and water bottle back and forth --you having insisted on getting his strength up, too (despite his ever-growing stamina)-- and triple checking to make sure you were okay, you both settled into the pristine, white and black, polka dotted, sheets and cuddled.

The warmth of his limbs coiling around you, making up for the chill you've felt, in his temporary absence, jokingly, but not jokingly, exclaiming, "finally--!"

Your words coming out muffled as you pushed your head into his bare chest, the steady thump of your lovers heartbeat, slowling lulling you to sleep. The darkness encompassing you, just as you heard a light hearted chuckle, "goodnight, baby. I love you." He says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

'Night, Vin. I love you, too.

Lmk if there are any mistakes. This is my longest and first smut (adjacent) fic on here, so that'll be embarrassing if there were mistakes lol.

I do apologize if it comes off as the reader being babied, it wasn't my intention.

"Hey..." You asked timidly, treading on the eggshells your mistakes created, "how are you?" "You mean, besides my girlfriend cheating on me? Nothing much..."

Lol, ouch. But just imagine cheating on this man. Subconscious me fumbled big time.

Vinnie taking celebrity crush turned girlfriend home to meet his family and shows her his childhood bedroom: "what, did you have your brother take your posters [of me] down or something?" "Wha-how?--*sighs*I'm gonna kill that kid." "Aw, I'm just teasing. Besides I have something wayy better than a stupid old poster... this room doesnt happen to have a lock, does it?"

Umm, I fucking wish 👀

Summary: in which, one new years kiss changes their lives forever.

Warning: (GIF) Flash Warning! No race, body shape or pronouns are specified for the reader (Edit: the blurb felt bare so I added a....sorta alternate ending where Vinnie and the reader have a baby and the reader is mentioned to have given birth, so they have female reproductive systems--but still, no pronouns are used).

'Daddy' is used but not in a k!nky kinda way, ya nasty's! Y/b/n= your baby's name (baby is referred to as 'her').

AN: Happy New Year, Bitches! Enjoy this little blurb(?) that I made on a whim. 'More than friends' trope x 'We play wing(wo)men for eachothers New Years Kiss, only to end up kissing eachother' Trope x 'Now, this is a tradition we share with our family' trope.

"Happy New Year!" the crowds cheer paired with the resounding boom of fireworks faded into the background as you gazed into eachothers eyes--a long-since abandoned romantic kinda love shining in them.

Where you both started the night scoping out potential victims for the other to kiss at midnight, do you eventually find yourselves here, standing face to face under the fireworks, with the realization that it was the other you'd truly wanted to enter the new year with. And it's as he leaned in after confessing his long-held feelings, do you find yourself reciprocating--the prospect of 'just friends' completely thrown out the window, along with 2022.

Years Later...

"....And that's why, the first of January is so special," you coo'd to the babe in your arms, having told her the story of how you and Vinnie first started dating as a way to distract her from the fireworks booming from the neighbors house--the story having been the perfect remedy to end her incessant kicking when she was in the womb, "because, not only is it the new year but its also the anniversary of, when your daddy finally grew the balls to ask me out."

"Hey!" You smirked, as your husband entered the room with his arms crossed in mock disapproval, "You were hiding your feelings, too, you know. Where was your co-operation, then, huh?"

Raising your brows at him, you retort, "Where was your co-operation when I pushed our baby out?" Your smile widened, significantly, as your husband's frown falted and lifted up into a smile as your baby's coo's grew louder until there was nothing but fits of hiccups (a baby's version of giggles) echoing throughout the room--sufficed to say, she was in full support of what you said.

"Oh, what, just because ma told you the story, of how she pranked dad with that, you get to use it, too?!" He shook his head, "Un. Fair."

But really, he didn't mind it one bit, having always wished to share the same kinda banter his parents had, but with his own family. Especially, as Y/B/N seemed to love it, too. Before dropping the subject, completely, and joining you both on the bed. 'I love you's' and a 'happy new year' falling from his lips before pressing them against Y/B/N's crown and then your own, as per, your family's newest tradition.

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(@rockyoursh1thackerr 2023)

Key: /// = indicates there's a Flashback and/or a flash forward.

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Tell me how tf my dreams can be fluffy asf:

"I know you said you can do this on your own, but it doesn't mean you should..." He says, determined to show you he was truly there for you, and your unborn baby. "We don't have to be together, if that's what you truly want," where he meant every word, it still hurt knowing that, even now with your pregnancy, you still didn't want anything to do with him, romantically. He, all but wishing to have even a slimmer of what you both had, before reality--the size of a bean--kicked in, back, "but I still want to be there. Please, Y/n, let me in. Let me be there for you, and our baby..."

But turn into this shit:

Getting up out of bed this morning, was hard, given the circumstances but as you heard Vinnie's words (from months ago) echo in your mind, you found yourself wanting to let him in, entirely. (You having done so, little by little, during your pregnancy but at the sudden, and earth-shattering, news you pushed him away, too broken, at the time, to recognize he, too, was in mourning). The trauma you've both been through, being a-good-a-time as any but at the sight of his front steps, you find yourself halting--your initial hesitance in letting him in your life... and your heart, coming back with full force, at the heartbreaking sight before you.

There, at his door, stood Vinnie with her.

Her lips pressed against his.

'Guess I should've seen it coming. For it was my own self-destriction that pushed him away....to her.' You thought, bitterly, your insecurities blinding you to the truth.

Of how it was she, that initiated the kiss and had you stuck 'round longer, than you would've seen him pull away, unreciprocating, "I--I can't do this. I love her," he so clearly referred to you, "I'm sorry, but it's true. And maybe she'd never feel the same--fuck! Maybe I'd never get to see her again," he trailed off, remembering that fateful day, you both came home from the hospital...

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His eyes teary as he recounted what you'd said after, "well, I guess, you can leave now. There's no baby for you to stick around for." And when he tried to fight for you both, you laid the final blow, venom laced in your, albeit false, words, "I mean, what did you think was gonna happen, we were gonna have this baby and what? Be a family?" You shook your head, holding back a sob as to appear indifferent, "Good thing we lost it. We wouldn't have worked out, otherwise."

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"--But it'll always be her. Always."