#vinnie angst

summary: in which Vinnie’s teaching you how to skate and shit hits the fan

warnings: swearing, blood, pretty gory, concussion= sad boy Vinnie :*, and tooth rotting fluff, overprotective!Vinnie and Noah Beck makes an appearance, yay! also this is pretty long :)

a/n: i know nothing when it comes to concussions and treatments so please don’t sue me for using the wrong information <3

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Your heart was in your throat, as your hands grasped his, balancing on your skateboard which your boyfriend had gifted you.

You didn’t know how to skate, something Vinnie was aware of and wanted to fix. He told you about a dream he had, a dream were you and him were skating, hand in hand into the sunset. You laughed him in the face, not meaning to, and he took it personally. And now you found yourself on a custom made skateboard, made for you and paid by Vinnie.

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Maybe the birthday boy should’ve finished what he started?

Warning/s: Angst, NSFW?, Language, Theme

Word Count: ~2.2k words

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It’s finally Vinnie’s special day! You were currently getting ready to go to his No Vacancy party down in Los Angeles when you saw him exiting his bathroom with only a towel draped around his waist. You eyed how his tattooed skin flexed because of his muscles, how prominent the dips on his stomach were, not to mention the newly adorned tattoo just at the bottom part of his right rib. You continued to glam at his computer desk with your makeshift setup, not wanting to sweat yourself in the bathroom while he was showering because the man loves hot showers. Plus, let’s just say you’d be tempted, and give in to said temptation, when you’re in there with him naked with just glass separating the two of you.

There was already a growing feeling in your stomach by how picturesque your boyfriend looked and you just wish for him to stop right now and get dressed because you both will never make it to the party his manager oh so graciously planned. You know Nick would kill him, well both of you, if the actual birthday boy wasn’t at his party.

smut with a side of smut for this one. some spanking, breath play, degradation and edging. strong sexual language. i think that’s it. enjoy!

I let out a loud huff and roll over to look at Vinnie. He’s not streaming but he has been playing Valorant for 5 straight hours.

“Vinnie?” I say.

“Yeah,” he says, still staring at the computer screen.

“Pay attention to me.”

He chuckles. “What?”

I stand up and walk over to him. “Pay attention to me,” I say, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

He smiles. “Give me like 10 more minutes.”

I playfully grab his hair and shake his head gently. “You’re killing me, Vin.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, pursing his lips but still not looking away from the screen.

I lean back in and kiss his cheek. “I’m horny,” I say softly in his ear. I swear I heard his breathing stop for a moment.

“You know I can’t,” he shakes his head.

“Please?” I say in a pouting tone.

He bites his bottom lip and glances at me. “I can’t, y/n.”

I cross my arms. “Why? What’s even the fucking point of no nut November?”

“It’s a challenge. It’s… I don’t know. It’s just something I want to do.”

“It’s only the 7th. You’re gonna leave me hanging for 3 more weeks?”

“You knew I planned on doing this, we talked about it weeks ago,” he says, smiling and shaking his head.

“I didn’t agree to it though,” I lean back in and wrap my arms around him again. “Please. I need you. I want you.”

I kiss his temple and move my hands down the front of his bare chest. I see his cheeks flush slightly and a little tent starts to form in his sweatpants.

“Y/n, stop. I’m sticking to this challenge.”

I smile knowing I’m getting to him, and bring my hands up and rest them on the sides of his neck. I can feel his rapid heart rate.

“Your body says differently,” I kiss his cheek again and work my way down to his neck. I stop and suck on what I know is his most sensitive spot. The hard on in his pants grows even more.

He dies in the game, and let’s out a loud sigh.

“Was that my fault?” I ask innocently.

He puts his hands over his face and sits there silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna extend it through December if you don’t stop,” he says, looking at me with an angry expression.

I roll my eyes. “Whatever! I guess I’ll fucking do it myself.”

“What?” He asks. I walk over the the nightstand beside his bed where I keep my vibrator.

“Y/n, please,” he pleads as his eyes widen.

I smirk at him and drop my pants and underwear, sliding my tank top off. I’m standing completely naked in front of him and raise my eyebrows. His eyes slowly scan my body and his cheeks get even redder.

“I have needs, Vinnie. I’m gonna get them taken care of one way or the other. I’d prefer your help but I can do it myself if I have to,” I say, climbing into his bed.

I turn the vibrator on, spreading my legs slowly and look over at him. He’s slouched in his gaming seat, mouth parted slightly. He looks like he wants to look away but can’t.

I smile, biting my lip as I drag the vibrator over my tits and down my stomach before finally reaching my clit. The feeling is intense and my body starts pulsing almost immediately.

I close my eyes and throw my head back, moaning. I grab the headboard behind me, losing myself in the pleasure.

I feel myself edging closer to my orgasm and lean my head back up. When I open my eyes, Vinnie is standing over me.

“I swear to fucking god, y/n. You piss me off so bad sometimes,” he says, grabbing the vibrator from my hands and ruining my almost orgasm.

“Stop, Vinnie! Give it to me, I was close!”

He grabs my throat and squeezes, cutting off my blood supply. He brings his nose down to mine. “No, I’m gonna give you want you fucking want.”

I bring my hand to wrap around his wrist and he smacks one of my tits, causing me to groan out.

“Come here,” he says, grabbing my arms and roughly pulling me to the edge of the bed so that my head is hanging off.

“I love you, y/n, but you make me fucking crazy. I don’t know why you have to act like a spoiled fucking brat all the time,” he drops his sweatpants and kicks them to the side. His cock is directly over my face.

He brings my arms off the side of the bed and stands over them so that I can’t move them. He puts himself up to my mouth and shoves himself in, pushing to the back of my throat as he groans.

The feeling causes me to gag, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through my body. My nipples immediately get harder and my legs close together.

He starts thrusting as I do my best to keep my lips wrapped around him.

His hand comes up and smacks each of my tits, causing me to moan out.

“Such a needy fucking girl,” he moans. “You’re so fucking desperate, you can’t go a fucking month without my dick down your throat.”

He picks up the pace and I swear I can feel him halfway down my throat. His thrusting causes me to make gargling noises and saliva starts to drip down my face, into my hair and in my eyes.

I close my eyes and try to brace with his movements. I start feeling like I’m lacking air and can’t breathe, causing my body tense in response. He notices and pulls out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air.

“Fuck Vinnie,” I say, when I finally catch my breath. Tears start to form in my eyes.

He laughs, looking down at me. “You beg for my fucking cock and when you get it you act like you can’t handle it?”

He smacks himself across my face a few times and then grabs my arms, pulling me off the bed and on to the floor.

“Turn over,” he says, forcefully flipping my on to my stomach. “Bring your ass up, keep your head down.”

I do as he says and move to my knees. He comes down behind me and spits on my pussy, adding to my already soaked core. His tongue runs up and down my slit, from my clit to my entrance. I can feel his nose buried against my ass as he slips his tongue inside of me.

“Mmm, fuck Vinnie,” I moan out. My cheek is pressed against the cold hard wood floor and I feel pain in my knees from the way they’re pressed against the ground.

He smacks my ass while his tongue is still in me, causing me to yelp out. His mouth moves to my clit, wrapping around it and sucking perfectly. The new sensation takes my mind off the discomfort I feel in my knees.

It’s not long before I feel that orgasm come back from earlier. My stomach tightens and my toes curl. “I’m gonna cum!” I practically yell.

He stops and pulls away.

I look back at him angrily. “Why the fuck did you stop!” I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks from my frustration.

He lets out what sounds like an evil laugh. “You pissed me, y/n,” he shrugs. “You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy?”

I shake my head and stand up. “It’s already been 10 fucking days since we’ve done anything. I told you I’ll do it myself, and you got mad,” I grab my vibrator off the bed. “It’s not my fault you can’t stick to your stupid pointless challenge.”

I start to walk away and he grabs me, pushing me on my back onto the bed.

“You were fucking teasing me and you know it. You could have gone in the bathroom right there and done what you needed to do quietly and I wouldn’t have said a word. But you laid right here, spread out on my bed, naked, with a vibrator pressed against your clit as you moaned.”

He climbs on top of me, and lines himself with my entrance. “Laying here acting like a needy little whore. Like an addict who can’t go a few fucking weeks without her fix.”

He pushes himself into me and his hand wraps around my throat again. “And I’m only a man, y/n. What else am I gonna do? With you laid out, literally begging for me with those pretty red cheeks and your body on full display.”

He starts thrusting. “Of course I’m gonna fucking break and you knew that. That’s what you wanted from me.”

His hand around my throat is causing me to get lightheaded, and I groan out. His cock slams into me mercilessly. “Fuck,” I moan with my last bit of breath, closing my eyes. Just as I feel myself starting to fade out and I start disappearing into darkness, his hand relaxes and blood rushes back to my head. I take a deep breath in and open my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality.

“God damn it, Vinnie,” I moan, completely submitting to him.

He smiles down at me and his eyes scan my face for a moment. He leans in and kisses my forehead and then my lips.

“You’re okay, baby,” he says softly. He bends down and starts sucking my neck and biting gently. It feels amazing but I can’t let him leave a hickey, I’m going to visit my family in a few days.

“Don’t leave any marks, Vin,” I beg.

He ignores me and keeps sucking.

“Vinnie,” I say, half heartedly trying to push him back. I shouldn’t let him leave a mark but at the same time, it feels so fucking good. I start to let out small moans.

Finally after a few minutes, he pulls back and laughs, looking at what he did.

“Did you leave a hickey?” I ask, giving him a pouty face.

“Just a few,” he smiles.

“Fuck, Vinnie!”

“You wanna act like a brat you’re gonna face the consequences,” he says.

His thrusting starts to pick up again, and I feel my orgasm finally approaching for a 3rd time.

I try to keep my eyes from rolling back as I tighten around him. The pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“Are you about to cum?” He asks.

“No,” I moan. I know he’s going to be mad when he realizes I’m lying but I want to cum. I don’t want him to ruin it again.

“You better not be fucking lying,” he says, grabbing one of my tits and pinching my nipple.

“I’m not,” I moan, trying to keep myself together as it gets closer. Finally the pleasure comes to a peak, and I throw my head back, grabbing his arms and scratching him as hard as I can as payback for his teasing and hickeys.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans. His thrusts become uneven and I feel his warm cum fill me up, only intensifying my pleasure.

I can feel the heat radiating from my flushed face after my orgasm passes. Once he’s finished, he stops thrusting and lays on top of me, breathing heavy with his chest rising and falling against mine.

“I came,” I say after a moment.

He chuckles. “Me too.”

I giggle and he kisses me gently. I wrap my arms around him, bringing him into me to enjoy the feeling of him resting inside of me.

“Isn’t this way better than torturing yourself for a month?” I say quietly.

“Honestly… I fucked up and masturbated like 4 days ago.”

I gasp and push him away. “You asshole, why would you force me to sit around going crazy?!”

He laughs. “You’re just so fucking cute when you’re mad. And I wanted to see how desperate you would get for me. I like watching you beg for me.”

I can’t help but smile even though I’m mad. “You know what Vinnie? Just for that, you’re not allowed to touch me for a whole month.”

plot: Vinnie is now a single dad

Trigger warning: mention of death

*loosely based off the song Ghost by Justin Bieber*

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Vinnie kissed his six year old daughter’s cheek as she clutched her stuffed animal in her hands and shut her eyes, attempting to go back to sleep after yet another bad dream that she woke Vinnie up about.

She’s been receiving them almost everyday since the accident.

He gets off the side of her bed and walks out, shutting the door behind him, but not all the way. He makes his way over to the adjacent room, the one that belong to his four year old son, squeezing the handle and opening the door. He’s fast asleep.

Vinnie stands there for a moment, taking in his sleeping figure before turning away.

He walks back down the hall to where his room is. Upon crawling back into bed, he brings his knees up and rests his arms on them, taking a deep breath. The familiar sensation of grief, sadness, and anger stirring up inside him. He knew from hearing about strangers losing loved ones and he knew it would be bad, but he never thought it would be this bad. He was sick to his stomach.

His kids were still too young to really get it, but he was dreading the day they would fully understand what happened.

That mama isn't coming back.

Car accident. Some man not paying attention and speeding ran the red light and hit your car in the intersection on your way home.

So fucking unfair that the man is still alive while your life was taken from you.

He was in the denial stage for sure. Constantly texting your phone, praying that this was just a bad dream and wondering why God wouldn't wake him up. He had to come to terms with reality once the most recent message turned green, indicating that your number was no longer in service.

It's crazy how one moment you can be here, and the next moment you're not. Tomorrow isn't promised. Death is no respecter of persons.

It didn't seem real that you were actually gone. Someone that he saw nearly everyday wasn't here anymore. There were times when he wanted to tell you something funny or tell you something that one of the children did, but he couldn't. Every day since the accident has been gray and a blur.

The children were another thing.

Vinnie was now responsible for two kids. Two young kids. Being a single parent was going to be rough. It was already hard. He found himself getting frustrated often. He felt bad because he knew it wasn't their fault. He also felt obligated to put on a smile for them.

He didn't realize he was starting to cry until he felt a tear drip down his face. Quickly wiping it away, he laid down, pulling the covers over him. But just as he was about to close his eyes, they jolted open.

He swears he saw something from your side of the bed, which by the way, was still made up. Rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust to the darkness, he didn't see anything, but he let out a sigh.

From his point of view, he was looking into an empty space.

But you were right there. In your usual spot, with your head turned to face him. From your point of view, he was looking directly into your eyes.

You wanted to tell him that nothing could have prepared him nor you for this. You want him to go out and live his life. To let him know that he's got it figured out, even though he doesn't know it. And when he messes up, he'll get right back on track like he always does. All the plans he made will work out in your absence. That everything will go back to normal. Well, that was easy for you to say.

But not really. You were hurting too. You had crossed a bridge that your family can't follow.

You also wanted to move his curls out of his face. But you've always liked the longer hair.

But it's like he knew you were speaking to him. He immediately felt a sense of comfort wash over him. He reached over and rubbed a part of your spot on the bed, but from your perspective, he was gently grazing over your hand. He didn't even know it and you could have burst into tears right there.

He pulled away and did his best to go back to sleep.

Over the next few weeks, Vinnie was starting to get better. He has acknowledged his pain and accepted your loss. He's trying his best to move on. Waking up and getting out of bed, getting the kids ready for school/helping the oldest with her homework, cleaning the house, running errands, talking to friends, and supporting himself emotionally by taking care of himself physically. He was doing it.

He will find light in this world again, even though it's going to be hard without the love of his life by his side. But you'll always be there in his heart.

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Part Two:

The group of drunk teenagers trailed into the house, some stopping at the couch but most going to their rooms. Y/n took a seat on a free couch and scrolled through her phone for a while, but her ears picked up on the teacher's conversation once more.

"Well, that was a fucking disaster." One teacher said to another as they gathered around the island in the kitchen. After the painful tour of the church, the students ended up going to dinner in the clothes they had on. It took the teachers an extra hour to drag the students around because of their drunk and disorderly behaviour, so by the time it was finished they were late for dinner and didn't have time to change.

There wasn't much interesting material that y/n picked up from them so soon enough she trailed to her bedroom to get ready for a good nights sleep. First, she took her makeup off and brushed her hair, then stepped out of her clothes and stopped for a moment to admire her body in the mirror before her.

The black bikini she had on was one that she had hated at one time in her life. It was clothing that showed off every part of her except her most private areas; now she was in a stage of her life where she had learned to love those parts of herself and it was easy for her to stare at them. She was finally able to admire them for their beauty. So she stood facing herself in the mirror, slowly trailing her hands over those areas, the ones with the small white stretch marks that reminded her of her past.

She ran her fingers over the marks on her sides, then over the ones that lined her lower stomach. Her eyes flicked up to the ones on her breasts, and then to the ones on her inner arms. She smiled as she did this and made sure to remind herself of how much she loved them, how much she loved herself. After a while she was filled with a warm feeling of appreciation, thanking her body for looking after her all of these years and thinking briefly about the hard times it had gotten her through. But this didn't make her sad, she smiled even more as she thought back.

Once she was finished changing into her pyjamas she exited the bathroom and saw a small water bottle and chocolate bar on her bed. Assuming it was from a teacher she ate it and had a few sips of water, then exited her room and wandered into the kitchen again. She grabbed a glass and some ice from the freezer, then trailed back towards her bedroom.

As she looked around the room she saw most of the students had retired to their rooms, then began to giggle lightly as the one boy who was left in the lounge alone, drunkenly tried to eat the same chocolate she had before.

Once she was back in her room y/n sat on her bed for a while, staring out of the panoramic windows that lined the wall in front of her. The view of the beach in the distance and the pool a little closer was beautiful, everything for miles was lit up by the moonlight and the reflection it had on the water took her breath away.

She grabbed her favourite book from her bag and wandered towards them, opening them completely to let fresh air in. It was still warm as she took a seat on the floor, not wanting to sit on the cold tiles that lined the outside; she stayed in place on the warmer wood that was inside of her room. As she was looking out across the sea, listening to the waves softly crashing in the distance and letting the warm air kiss her skin softly, she let her eyes close for a few moments; leaning her head back as she scraped her hair away from her face and tied it back.

That's when she heard a soft splashing sound begin, much closer than the distant sound of the sea. Her eyes opened softly and she scanned around in the dark, trying to see where the noise was coming from with just the dim purple lights that were in the pool to help her.

As the splashing got louder, she took a step outside to see if some of her classmates were taking a late-night swim, but she was met with somebody else.

A stranger.

A young man was swimming gently in the pool, keeping to the left side and not crossing past her bedroom. She watched him for a moment, admiring his tattooed arms as they came up out of the water, watching as his skin glistened in the moonlight from being wet. He stopped at his end of the pool, lifting his arms up and holding himself at the wall for a moment. Then slowly, he turned in her direction and stretched his arms out either side of him, breathing deeply while he caught his breath.

He locked eyes with y/n and her cheeks immediately warmed, she turned to the side and tried to play off that she wasn't staring but he chuckled quietly to himself, confirming that he saw.

Embarrassed from being caught, she didn't say anything to the guy; she turned away immediately and began walking back into her room but his voice quickly picked up from behind her.

"Don't let me scare you away." He spoke in an amused tone, with the volume low but in a way that y/n could almost hear the smirk he had on his face. Failing to hold back her natural sarcasm, she snapped back around to face him and tilted her head slightly before she replied.

"You didn't." She attested before adding on another comment. "I was just going to sit out here and read for a while." She held her book up from her side so that he could see it, silently insinuating that he was slow for not spotting it. He held his hands up in defence like he wanted to say 'don't let me stop you, but he stayed silent.

Instead of speaking he huffed quietly to himself and continued on with his swimming, splashing louder than before like he was trying to purposefully disturb her. Instead of becoming irritated at the noise, he was making, y/n simply stared down the page of her book; forcing herself to read the words and become engulfed in the story.

After a few moments of pressing her eyes into the words on the page before her, it became easier for her to focus and the story began engulfing her. Although it was a familiar one, it still entertained her endlessly and was definitely her favourite book of all time. Just as she reached halfway down the page, when the fight scene she was reading began playing in her mind, a loud splash from the neighbours end of the pool dragged her out of the story and caused her eyes to flick up from the page again.

She peered over the book, barely peeking out from behind it; noticing that the neighbour had now gotten out of the pool and was walking towards the hot tub that was on his end, she watched him carefully. Again, she noticed his arms that had tattoos scattered across them but her eyes locked onto his back this time; a tattoo of a man with large wings spread across his shoulder blades.

As he walked away from the pool she admired the way his muscles flexed underneath it, the ink moving slightly every time his back tensed; when he stepped up onto the hot-tubs edge and then slowly lowered himself into it, his legs flexed and she made sure to flick her eyes across his whole body, soaking him up with her eyes.

Still hiding behind her book, she crossed her legs and continued quietly admiring him. His hair was long and dark, perhaps it was appearing longer from being wet but it looked good; especially with the few curls he had framing his face, some stuck to his skin and drenched with pool water.

Now chewing on her lip a little, her eyes flicked down from his hair to his lips. They were full and pink, much like his cheeks from the steam that was rising out of the small hot tub, which his large frame was almost filling. While she was busy admiring him, she didn't notice that he was watching her as well. He could well and truly see her staring him down but didn't turn his attention away, he stared right back.

When she got curious about the colour of his eyes and flicked her own up, they unexpectedly met and her cheeks flushed pink again. She didn't dare speak up and quickly withdrew her gaze from him, pulling her thumb into her mouth and chewing nervously on her thumb, as she could feel his gaze on her now.

Then he spoke again.

"If you're gonna stare me down like that, at least come a little closer." Her eyes shot up and met his, where she spotted a lazy smirk on his lips. She quickly cussed under her breath and stood up from the sunbed that she had been sitting on, marching off into her room with a huff.

Thinking that she had run off, the man laughed to himself and thought about how easily he had irritated her; silently amused by the situation and warm in the toasty water, he leant his head back and stretched his arms out again.

requested! can u do when vinnie hacker comforts you when a close family member passed away? :)

a/n: we have an aunt and i killed her ( ◠‿◠ )

warnings: mentions death, sad hours :(

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The news came out of nowhere, in the form of a simple text. ‘She passed away last night. I’m sorry’

You’ve never dealt with anyones death, not on this level. Your aunt was someone who raised you when your own parents couldn’t take the time out of their days to care for you.

sorta smutty with some jealousy. enjoy!

I make my way back into the party and find Connor still at the pong table with some other people. I don’t want to approach him directly again, so I go stand in the doorway across from where he’s at and wait to see if he invites me over.

Once he notices me, he smiles. “Y/n, wanna play an actual game with us?”

“Yeah, I’m down,” I smile back.

We start playing the round and I notice Vinnie finally make his way back inside.

Was he outside the whole time?

I feel a sudden twinge of guilt.

Is he still upset? Maybe what I said was a little harsh. Does he actually like me? Or is he just mad he got turned down again?

I keep my eyes on him as he makes his way into the kitchen. He still looks a little upset.

I should go talk to him.

We finally finish the game maybe 15 minutes later.

“Hey, I’m gonna go meet up with one of my friends,” I tell Connor.

“Oh okay, that’s fine,” he looks a little disappointed.

“Thanks for the fun,” I smile at him, touching his back before walking away.

I make my way into the kitchen and through the great room looking for Vinnie, who’s no where to be found. I stand in the doorway of the hallway, leaning against the wall. Surely he’ll make his way back through here eventually.

After a few minutes of waiting, and still no sign of him I start to worry a little bit.

I hope I didn’t upset him too much. Maybe he’s in his room?

I walk over to Nai, who’s sitting on the couch talking to people.

She looks up at me and smiles. “Hey girly, where you been?”

“Oh I’ve just been making friends,” I smile back. “Hey, have you seen Vinnie?”

“Um.. last I saw him, he was in the kitchen. He looked upset, do you know what happened?”

Okay so he was definitely upset and I’m not just tripping. “No, I have no idea,” I say. “Maybe he’s in his room? Do you know where it is? I’ll go check on him.”

“Yeah, it’s up the stairs. Loop around the hallway there and it’s at the end, very last door straight ahead,” she says pointing toward the stairs. “Let me know if you find him, I want to know he’s okay.”

“I will, thank you.”

I head up the stairs, pushing my way through people, and walk down the hallway I think she was talking about.

Very last door straight ahead.

As I get closer to the door, I see it’s slightly open. And then I start to hear a girl moaning.

You’re fucking kidding me.

I peek through the crack, and sure enough I see Vinnie and some blonde bimbo bitch bent over his bed as he blows her back out.

His hand is wrapped in her hair and her pants are wrapped around her ankles. He still has his shirt on.

“Oh fuck,” she moans. The sound of their bodies clapping against each other echo through the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby,” he pulls her hair back and kisses her before pushing her head back into the bed, picking up his pace. Her moans get louder and she’s got a smile spread across her face.

My eyes narrow and a rush of pure fucking anger courses through my body making my hair stand on end. My heart starts racing and my cheeks get red. I feel a burning feeling in my stomach and tears start to well up in my eyes.

I know I have absolutely no right to be but I feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy. I’ve dealt with my share of it but this was on a whole new level, something I’ve never felt before.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm myself before I walk away.

Fucking asshole.

I mean I know I was flirting with Connor but I didn’t fuck the guy. But hell, after seeing that, I might fuck him just to spite Vinnie. But it would have to be a situation where he would know for sure it happened.

I storm my way back down the stairs and past the couch where Nai is sitting to look for Connor.

“Y/n!” Nai yells out for me.

I stop and look at her. She looks concerned and I realize I have actual tears streaming down my face.

“What the hell happened?” She says, standing up and pulling me to the side.

I shake my head and wipe my face. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Are you sure? Is it something with Vinnie?”

“Oh god no,” I say. Hell no I can’t tell her what’s actually wrong with me.

“You can talk to me,” she reaches out and rubs my arm.

“I know, thank you. I’m okay, it’s just something personal. Family issues,” I say.

“I understand.”

“I’m gonna go get some water,” I say and start heading for the kitchen. “I’ll meet back up with you in a minute.”

She shakes her head in acknowledgment.

I walk to the fridge and grab a water, chugging it. I didn’t realize how thirsty I actually was until now.

I stand there, taking a few deep breaths.

Maybe I’m overreacting. I shouldn’t let him get to me.

I start to calm down a little bit and my mind clears.

I decide to abandon my plan to hook up with Connor and walk back over to sit with Nai on the couch and we start talking.

A few minutes later, Vinnie and the girl walk down the stairs together. His hand is wrapped around her waist. My heart sinks again and I try my hardest to refuse to look at him but I can’t help but glance over there.

We catch each other’s gaze for a moment and a cocky smile spreads across his face before he looks away again and walks through the kitchen with the girl.

this one is going to be an on going story. i’m not sure how many parts it’ll have all said and done, i’m just gonna write until it feels right to stop. it’ll involve plenty of fluff, smut, and angst. warnings include a mention of an abusive relationship, physical fighting, and a very brief mention of manipulation into sex. I think that’s it for now. let me know what you guys think. other than that, enjoy :)

I woke up to the sunlight shining in through my black curtains. It’s not as bright as it usually is, so I assume it’s a rainy day. I like these days. They bring me a feeling of peace and calmness, which is much needed right now.

I roll over and look at my phone. 3 new texts from my ex, Luke. Well, he’s sort of my ex. We only officially dated for a week but talked for maybe 4 months before that. I found out a few weeks ago that when he met me, he had made a bet with his friends to see which one of them could cause me to break my celibacy first.

I was obviously devastated. I mean my celibacy was just a personal choice, not a religious thing or anything like that. But I got out of a heavily abusive relationship almost 2 years ago and swore up and down that the next person I’m with would be someone who wants to be with me and who treats me right. I thought I found that in Luke, but clearly I didn’t.

My heart was broken when I found out. I was basically manipulated into having sex, he wasn’t up front with his intentions from the start. I felt like an object. I felt violated. It fucking hurt to say the least, especially after everything I had been through in the past.

I was with Luke at dinner when I discovered this, and he all but got on his knees and begged for forgiveness. He swore he was sorry, and that it started like that but that he quickly developed real feelings for me. He swore he loved me, and hated himself for his actions. But I couldn’t be with him anymore. I just don’t have the energy to deal with something like that. It was a gross thing to do, and it showed me his true colors. The fact he would even be the type of person to not only entertain that idea, but to actually pursue it? It ruined my trust in him and made me want to shut down completely and never attempt to date again. I’m done with him.

Luke 8:54 am

Good morning y/n

Luke 9:02 am

I miss you

Luke 9:15 am

Can we please talk today?

I read the messages, rolling my eyes and laying my phone back down beside me. I take a moment to clear my mind and meditate before I climb out of bed. I head downstairs and put on some coffee and throw some oatmeal in the microwave.

My phone starts ringing. It’s Vinnie.

“Hello?” I say in a cheerful voice.

“Hey, are you coming over today? Jett and I were about to head out to get some Starbucks and we can go ahead and pick you up if you’re ready,” he says.

My car is currently in the shop so I have no way to get anywhere right now.

“Yeah! That would be great. I just made some coffee and my breakfast. When will you be here?”

“Uh, maybe 45 minutes?”

“I’ll be ready,” I say. “Just let me know when you’re like 5 minutes out.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, y/n.” I can hear his smile through his voice.

“Bye, Vinnie,” I laugh a little as I hang up the phone. I quickly eat, then run upstairs to get dressed. It’s a sweater and jeans kinda day for sure. I brush my hair and teeth and sit at my vanity to put a little makeup on.

While I’m doing my makeup, I shift in my seat nervously. I take a deep breath to calm myself. I always get nervous before I see Vinnie. I don’t know why, I’ve known him since I moved to LA. We’re good friends.

But I have a sneaking suspicion that he likes me. Like... likes me likes me. The only thing is, Vinnie isn’t too much of “ladies man”. I mean he is as far as women liking him goes but he cannot flirt or drop a hint to someone he likes if it meant saving his life. When he tries to, it’s just awkward. But it’s sort of a charming awkwardness. It always makes me smile.

With that being said, I’m still not fully convinced he actually does like me because of this. It’s just hard to tell by the way he acts. But the main reason I think he does is because a few months ago when Luke and I were just starting to get close we were at a party at the Hype House. Vinnie was drunk and in a mood that night. Hyper as hell and frustrated with everyone but with an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, and he and Luke had a moment.

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Flashback

Luke and I arrived at the party and we took a few shots together. Vinnie is usually the first to greet me when I come over but tonight he acted like he couldn’t care less, which was weird. He seemed upset about something but seemed like he was trying to hide it or play it off. I still felt his eyes glued to me all night. Every time I glanced over at him, he was already looking at me but he wouldn’t keep his eye contact with me. He’d just look away with a pouty look on his face.

Everyone started playing a drinking game that was basically just truth or dare but if you don’t answer the question or do the dare, you take a shot.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, and the game came around to me.

“Alright, y/n, truth or dare?” Liza asks.

“Uhhh, dare?” I say, smiling.

“Alright, I dare you to kiss Luke,” she laughs and everyone except Vinnie lets out a little ‘ooooo’ sound.

I look over at Luke, blushing. I haven’t kissed him yet, or anyone in a while for that matter. I’m not sure I want my first kiss in nearly 2 years to be while I’m drunk with a room full of people staring at us.

“I don’t know,” I laugh shaking my head.

“Oh come on, y/n. Give me a little kiss,” Luke says, nudging my arm.

“I think I’ll just take a shot,” I say, laughing it off.

“Oh come on, you seriously won’t kiss me?” Luke said, smiling but sounding genuinely frustrated.

“I -“ I get cut off by Vinnie.

“She said she doesn’t want to, so leave her alone about it,” Vinnie says shrugging with his eyes wide and snide smile on his face.

Luke immediately gets angry. “Buddy, if she has a fucking problem with this, she’ll tell me her god damn self.”

“That’s not what she’s literally fucking doing?” Vinnie laughed sarcastically.

“You got a fucking problem, Vinnie?”

“Yeah, I obviously fucking do,” he replies.

“Okay, enough,” I say sternly.

“No, let’s talk about this. Since Vinnie wants to act like a tough guy in front of everyone, like he’s gonna tell me shit about anything,” Luke says.

Vinnie stands up aggressively, and Luke stands to meet him. They walk up to each other, chest to chest.

“Alright, stop it!” I say loudly.

Eamon stands up to come between them. “Seriously, don’t do this guys,” he says putting his hand on Vinnie’s chest to push him back.

“Whatever,” Vinnie shakes his head, storming away.

“What a dickhead,” Luke says angrily.

I sit there in shock for a second, trying to process what the hell just happened and why. I glance around the table and everyone is just sitting in silence, looking at me. Now I’m embarrassed and irritated. I sigh and stand up, walking out the front door ordering an Uber. Luke follows me.

“Y/n, what was that about?” He asks grabbing my arm.

“Luke, just stop,” I say, pulling my arm away.

“I didn’t even do anything, it’s that fucking asshole. Who the hell does he think he is?”

“I don’t have a clue. I just want to go home. I already have an Uber on the way. Can you just wait out here? I forgot my bag inside,” I say.

I walk back inside through the side door to avoid facing everyone again. I come around the corner into the living room. Vinnie is sitting in here alone on the couch, looking down with his head in his hands.

“Vinnie,” I say softly. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yep,” he looks up at me then sighs looking away.

“What was that about?” I sit down next to him.

“What? He was pressuring you,” he says, holding his hand up as if pointing to where Luke was. “I don’t even know why you like that guy, he’s such a fucking cocky prick.” He looks like he could cry right now.

“I think you’re just drunk and tired. You need to get some sleep,” I say, resting my hand on his back.

“Nah, I’m just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

I look at him confused for a moment trying to figure out what he means.

“If you ever decide to date someone who actually cares about you and isn’t an asshole, let me know.” He gets up and walks up the stairs before I have a chance to respond.

What the hell does he mean by that?

—

My phone dings.

Vinnie 11:02 am

We’re about to pull up

I get up and spritz a little bit of perfume on myself. It’s Daisy by Marc Jacobs. Vinnie always compliments this one when I wear it. Every single time. So I wear it just for him.

I walk downstairs, grabbing my bag and putting my shoes on. I walk out my front door just as him and Jett pull up.

As I approach the car, Jett rolls his window down.

“Do you want to sit up front?” He asks.

“Oh no, you’re okay. Thank you though,” I smile and get into the backseat.

“Good morning,” Vinnie says looking back at me.

“Good morning, Vin.”

“You smell good,” he says, subtly smirking at me as he backs out of the driveway.