#packs vinn hacker

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to being friends - vinnie hacker

hope you enjoy this! a new series im thinking of starting. btw, still taking requests! <3 but yh, enjoy. I may make this into a series, if I find inspiration.

tags: swearing, angst, brief mentions of sex.

summary: the glorified friends with benefits trope always ends with someone getting hurt. or does it?

1.7k words

credits to @/ vinniexhoney on insta for the pic!

“so what, it’s over then?” vinnie exclaims, running a hand over his stressed face.

“it was never something to begin with vinnie and you know that! how many times did i have to remind you, send you hints, huh?! don’t put this on me!” y/n says, her hands flying in the air as she defended herself.

the two had been fighting after she ended their little… agreement of each other. vinnie had started to get too attached and she just didn’t like that.

“you were leading me on this whole time! you say that you gave me hints but all you did was just endlessly flirt with me, touch me. you were just using me for my body? nice to know your just like the others…”

“i’m not! i’m done with this” she says, walking towards her bag and packing her stuff. she had plans on staying with him for the night, but i guess things change.

“where the fuck are you going? you’re just gonna walk out in the middle of this?”

“theres nothing left to say, you’ve said your part and i’ve said mine. i’m sorry that i was a bit affectionate, but me fucking you doesn’t mean that i want to fucking be with you!”

her words were harsh. too harsh. and as soon as she said it, she regretted it. vinnie’s face dropped at her words, disappointment filling the atmosphere.

“vinn-“

“just go y/n, shut the door on your way out” he mumbles, walking into his bathroom and slamming the door shut.

the girl went to protest against it, but sighed in response. she felt bad. really really bad. partly because she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing at all. i mean, she wants vinnie but the thought of their relationship growing at that speed made her anxious. she simply wasn’t ready for it and she didn’t know when either.

y/n reached into her pocket, attempting to call her friend, stella. her tear filled eyes made things hard to see but she was able to do it.

“hey girl-“

“stell, please pick me up. i’m at hype house”

“i know you didn’t just mistake me as an uber driver…”

“stella please! no jokes, shit just went down”

“alright alright i’ll be there in 10!” she shouts and ends the call.

y/n chuckled at her friends behaviour, before reaching for her bag and leaving vinnie’s room.

on the other hand, vinnie had his head leant up against the door, listening to every move she made. would she follow him? call for him to call back?

his heart dropped when he heard her pleas for a ride. she didn’t care, he should have known. he wiped his face clear of all the fallen tears, and shook his head.

—————————

“you alright?” stella said as she saw the nervous look on her bestfriend face.

“i just broke up, well, ended things with vinnie…” y/n whispered, looking out the window as she tried to hold her emotions.

“no shit! why? i thought he was getting it good”

“he was but he caught feelings. taking me out on dates, romantic presents it was getting to much! i don’t want to hurt him but i also knew that if we kept it up it would have gotten worse” she fiddled with her fingers.

“i get that… so you didn’t like him like that?”

“i liked him but it’s not like i’m ready to be his girlfriend”

“really? i would think that vinnie would be the best boyfriend material. i mean the looks, the personality. what was it that put you off?”

y/n’s heart sank. she wasn’t ready to fully except her past, now wasn’t the time,” honestly i don’t know, it’s just… y’know…”

“hey well look on the bright side! city girls up 100 points!” stella laughed, as the two approached their apartment.

“yeah…” y/n chuckled. it wasn’t funny. none of this was. but she had to keep it up otherwise her true self would come out.

she looked out the window as she felt tears well up in her eyes. vinnie was everything she wanted, but she wasn’t ready.

and she doesn’t have to be. right?

—————

downfall. y/n was slowly spiralling and everyone could see it. she stopped texting her mother, started to go to the clubs more and even bailed on work a couple of times, due to the intense headache that came the next morning. hell, it was so bad that stella was even concerned, and that girl was the definition of a hot girl.

y/n even started having more one night stands and sex. she wasn’t getting it from vinnie anymore, so she decided to compromise. not that it was a bad thing, but it was slowly starting to bring her down. it wasn’t ever liberating. being used and forgotten the next day only worsened her mental health.

“you tryna hit this spot?” stella said as she jumped onto the brown leather couch y/n was spawned upon.

“spot?” y/n groaned as she put a shaky hand to her forehead, hoping to somewhat massage the pounding sensation away.

“this new restaurant down in beverly, it’s meant to be really good” stella said, shoving her phone in her sick friends face.

“ugh… idk i still feel ill…”

“just come! i’m hungry and it’s meant to have hot guys there!”

“wait really?”

“yeah friend… come on�� for me?” stella pouted, as y/n rolled her eyes.

“well… if your paying like the lovely gentleman you are….”

“hush! go get dressed!”

giggling, the sick girl stood up and held her hands up in defence, “okay okay!”

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“girl, this place is hella boujee. thought this was a bar?”

“yeah, a rich bar. i’m not sure about you but i’m looking for a husband so-“

“whatever, i just want to eat” y/n said, feeling a little insecure in her crop top and jeans. too casual dumbass.

“table for two?” the waiter came round, looking y/n up and down for her outfit.

“ehh, no we’ll just be at the bar” stella answered rather quickly. y/n furrowed her eyebrows, following her friends eye line to see what got her so excited. her eyes widened at the sight.

vinnie. and a couple of their friends of course.

“oh my gosh! fancy seeing you guys here!” stella giggled at she pulled y/n towards the group. jett started laughing, almost like he made the plan. it was working out well.

“hey! come join us!” jett says, waving his hand to the convenient two empty seats. stella would not hear the end of this.

y/n cleared her throat as she tried to look anywhere but at vinnie. she could feel his stare burn into her figure, making her nervous and thus resulting in her biting her fingernail. wasn’t hygienic but she was so deep into the habit that she couldn’t stop herself.

she couldn’t take vinnie’s insane stare any longer, otherwise she’d end up biting the whole skin off her arm. so the girl stood straighter and looked at him with faux confidence admiring his “new look”.

he looked… different. a haircut. a little healthier. y/n couldn’t help but feel upset that he was doing so well without her, whilst she needed sex to make her get up in the morning. was it selfish of her to want to see him, not happy? who knows, maybe he was doing the same thing?

“y/n, hi!!” liza said, stepping towards you. her hands spread and she engulfed her in a tight hug.

y/n groaned from the pressure of the hugs, wrapping her hands round the girl in response. the two hadn’t seen each other for a while, nearly a month to be exact.

“hi babe how ar-“

“you have to try this cocktail! it was literally made for you” liza and her hyper self said, grabbing y/n by the hand and bringing her to the bar. she was trapped now, and every little piece of confidence she pretend to have left like a spirit.

she was now sandwiched in between vinnie and liza, the girl looking up at stella who was giving a sympathetic smile. y/n rolled her eyes, obviously angry with her best friend and the whole situation.

“the cocktail is over there, vinnie could you pass it?” liza said, as y/n gave her a look of craze. it’s either this bitch is just oblivious to the awkwardness or she’s doing it on purpose.

“uh, yeah” vinnie said, his voice smooth. it was nice to know that someone was calm. he reached over to grab the pink drink, turning to y/n to pass it on.

“i-uh, gotta go to the restroom-��� she said quickly, looking down at her fingers. it was almost pathetic. just a few weeks ago, she was in control of her situation with vinnie, but now it seems like the tables have turned.

“wait y/n! hey..” he said, grabbing onto her hand softly. what was with everyone grabbing her today? 

“yeah?”

“you wanna talk outside?” he said, an anxious look on his face. okay, maybe he does still care?

“i- um” she said, her words stumbling at the unexpected question. it was too soon, she didn’t even know what to say to him.

“i… don’t think that’s a very good idea vinnie”

“why not?”

she shrugged in response, hopefully giving him the answer that he needed.

“please…” he said again, his eyes showing desperation. the way he was looking at her… she couldn’t say no.

“okay”

———

“how have you been?” y/n asked she sits on the cold seat on the balcony. small talk to start, right?

“honestly…a wreck” he responded, leaning back against his chair. y/n nodded her head, but inside she felt warm.

“hm…”

he gulped, trying to find a good way of saying how he felt. vinnie knew the pressure was too much, but that’s because he was slowly falling for her. he sat up resting his hand in her thigh. the girl tensed at the feeling.

“i’m sorry i put all that pressure on you. it wasn’t fair. you did warn me that it was just sex and i let my emotions get in the way, but i need you back in my life. we can just be friends… if that makes you comfortable of course bu-“

“i would love that vinnie” she smiled. it was honestly the worst weeks without him, and she couldn’t imagine going through it for any longer. her hand rested upon his as she squeezed it a little, earning a smile from vinnie.

“okay… to being friends?”

“to being friends”