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rafecamerons-national-anthem · 5 months ago

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COOKING CHAOS-VINNIE HACKER

Y/N tightened her ponytail and stared at the mess Vinnie had already made in her kitchen. Flour was scattered across the counter like snow, a whisk was stuck in what she assumed was pancake batter, and a jar of marinara sauce sat dangerously close to the edge of the counter.

Vinnie, wearing an apron that read Kiss the Cook, glanced up at her with a sheepish grin. "Relax, Y/N. I’ve got this under control."

"Under control?" Y/N arched an eyebrow and motioned to the disaster zone surrounding him. "It looks like a food hurricane hit my kitchen."

"Cooking is an art," he said dramatically, brandishing a spatula like a sword. "You have to embrace the chaos."

Y/N folded her arms and leaned against the counter, watching as Vinnie attempted to crack an egg. Instead of smoothly splitting it into the bowl, he crushed it between his fingers, yolk dripping down his hand. He froze and turned to look at her, guilt written all over his face.

"Okay," he admitted, holding up his sticky hand. "Maybe I need a little help."

Y/N laughed, grabbing a towel to clean him up. "A little help? Try a personal chef."

"Come on, don’t give up on me yet," he said, grabbing her wrist as she turned to leave. His grin was boyish, charming enough to make her hesitate. "You’re supposed to be my partner in this."

"Your partner?" she scoffed, gesturing at the counter. "This feels more like sabotage."

"Fine," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Help me, and I promise the best dinner you’ve ever had. Deal?"

"Deal," Y/N said, rolling her eyes but unable to resist the way his dimples appeared when he smiled.

Together, they tackled the recipe, a simple pasta dish Vinnie insisted he could master. Y/N showed him how to chop onions without slicing his fingers off, though she ended up doing most of the work while he complained about the smell. He stirred the sauce on the stove, accidentally flicking drops onto his apron and her sweatshirt, earning an exasperated groan from Y/N.

When it came time to boil the pasta, Vinnie dumped the noodles into the water all at once, causing the pot to splash and hiss.

"Vinnie!" Y/N yelped, leaping back to avoid the boiling water.

"Whoops," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn’t know it would do that."

"Do you know anything about cooking?" she asked, laughing despite herself.

"I know I’m good at eating it," he shot back, reaching for a wooden spoon to give her a playful tap on the arm.

Eventually, they managed to plate the meal. The pasta was slightly overcooked, the sauce was a little too thick, and Vinnie had forgotten to add salt, but he looked so proud when he set the plates on the table.

"Okay," he said, dramatically wiping his hands on his apron. "Moment of truth. What do you think?"

Y/N took a cautious bite. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t exactly restaurant quality either. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to wipe the triumphant smile off his face.

"It’s...edible," she teased, and his mouth dropped open in mock offense.

"Edible?" he echoed, scoffing. "That’s the thanks I get for pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into this meal?"

"Blood, sweat, and eggshells," she corrected, giggling.

He leaned across the table, narrowing his eyes at her. "You’re lucky I like you, or I’d make you eat the burnt batch I threw out earlier."

"Burnt batch?" Y/N laughed harder, clutching her stomach. "Oh, I need to see that next time."

Vinnie’s expression softened as he watched her laugh, and for a moment, the teasing atmosphere faded. "Yeah," he said quietly, his voice losing its playful edge. "Next time."

Y/N’s laughter faltered as she met his gaze. Something about the way he said it made her heart skip. Before she could respond, he reached across the table, brushing a smudge of flour off her cheek with his thumb.

"You’ve got a little something there," he said, his voice light again, though his touch lingered.

Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks heating as she batted his hand away. "Shut up and eat your overcooked pasta, Hacker."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "Fine. But next time, you’re cooking, and I’m just gonna watch you stress out instead."

"Deal," she said, though a small smile crept across her face. Next time didn’t sound so bad.

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rafecamerons-national-anthem · 6 months ago

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𝑀𝒪𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒩 𝒥𝒰𝒮𝒯 𝒜 𝐿𝐼𝒯𝒯𝐿𝐸 𝐵𝐼𝒯-𝒱𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐼𝐸 𝐻𝒜𝒞𝒦𝐸𝑅

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Vinnie and you share a charged moment at a party, where unspoken feelings finally surface. Tension builds, and you step outside, seeking solitude. In a quiet park, words and touches reveal something deeper, leaving you both questioning where this connection might lead.

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The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls as the music pulses softly in the background. Vinnie stands across from you, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, eyes holding yours with that look. It’s a look you've seen a thousand times, but tonight, there’s something different about it, a deeper intensity, a smirk that’s both playful and almost daring.

“Come on, y/n," he murmurs, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin. "You’ve got me here. Why play it safe?”

Your heartbeat picks up at his words, but you try to keep your cool, folding your arms as you lean against the wall. “Who said I was playing anything, Vinnie?”

He lets out a low laugh, stepping closer. He’s only a few feet away now, close enough that you can smell the faint hint of his cologne mixed with a touch of adrenaline and something else, a wildness he can barely keep hidden. His eyes never leave yours, burning with something you both know is more than just a crush.

“Girl, I want you," he says, his voice low and serious now. "More than just a little bit. More than just a little too much.”

His words hit you straight in the chest, catching you off guard even though you’ve been hoping he’d say them. Your heart races as he steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, hear his breath catch as he waits for your response. For a moment, the world fades, the noise of the party outside the door dulling to a soft hum, leaving just the two of you in the thick, heady silence.

“Fuck your games,” he whispers, his hand brushing yours, sending a thrill up your spine. “Come on, play with me. Just for tonight. Let’s see where it goes.”

His words linger in the air, daring you to let go of your doubts, of the guarded front you've put up. You take a deep breath, feeling that rush of excitement and maybe a little danger as you finally close the space between you.

“Fine,” you say, a smirk tugging at your lips as you place a hand on his chest. “But only if you’re ready for things to blow up.”

His grin widens, and he brings his hand up to cradle your face, eyes smoldering as he pulls you close. The room might as well not even exist anymore, there’s only him, and you, and the thrilling uncertainty of where this will take you.

The tension between you and Vinnie is electric, every inch of space between you crackling as you lock eyes, both daring the other to break first. His hand cups your face, fingers brushing against your jaw, and his thumb traces a line across your cheek as he watches your expression with that steady, knowing gaze.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he murmurs, voice low and rough. His thumb trails down to the corner of your mouth, and you feel a shiver ripple down your spine. He’s not moving, just holding you there, letting the anticipation build. Every fiber of your being is telling you to close the gap, but he’s waiting, wanting you to make the first move.

With a slow exhale, you finally step in, letting your hand slide up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt. Vinnie’s eyes flicker, a hint of surprise mingling with excitement, and he lets out a soft chuckle as you take control.

Your lips hover a breath away from his, the thrill making your heart pound. "I'm ready if you are," you whisper, barely more than a murmur, challenging him to follow through.

That’s all it takes.

In one swift motion, Vinnie leans down, his lips brushing against yours softly, almost like he's savoring the first taste. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your bodies are pressed together. The world around you blurs, the low hum of music in the background and the muffled laughter outside forgotten as the kiss deepens, turning from tentative to urgent in seconds.

The next moments are a blur hands tangled in hair, the feeling of his heartbeat pounding against yours, and that overwhelming, dizzying sense that you’ve crossed into something you can’t come back from. Each touch, each kiss, feels like a promise neither of you are ready to put into words just yet. And even though neither of you knows where this is heading, you feel that spark growing into something that could burn out of control.

As you pull back for a breath, his forehead resting against yours, you realize he’s smiling a real, soft smile that only you get to see. His fingers trace patterns along your back, grounding you in the here and now, even as your mind races.

"I told you,” he says, his voice soft but sure. “I’m not letting this be a "maybe" thing. I’m all in.”

You look up at him, that familiar, playful confidence shining in his eyes. And for the first time in a long time, you feel yourself letting go of your guard, leaning into whatever this could become.

“So…what now?” you ask, feeling a surge of excitement mix with the slight uncertainty.

Vinnie grins, squeezing your hand as he glances toward the door. “How about we ditch this party and find somewhere quieter?” he suggests, his thumb brushing across your knuckles in a way that feels intimate, promising.

With one last glance at the room, you nod, letting him lead you outside. The night air is cool and sharp, a contrast to the warmth between you, but his hand stays entwined with yours as you walk down the quiet street, lost in your own little world.

The possibilities of the night stretch out before you, and you’re ready to dive headfirst into whatever comes next, knowing that, just maybe, he feels exactly the same.

The two of you walk in comfortable silence, the quiet city streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights above. The night feels endless, like it’s all yours. With Vinnie’s hand wrapped around yours, everything else fades away no distractions, no half measures. Just the two of you, each step bringing you closer to whatever this is becoming.

Eventually, you reach a small, hidden park you’ve both wandered to a few times before, drawn by the solitude it offers late at night. There’s a bench under a canopy of trees, and he leads you over, taking a seat before pulling you down beside him. The leaves above rustle gently in the breeze, and somewhere in the distance, a car rumbles by, the headlights washing over you for a second before disappearing down the road.

Vinnie leans back, his gaze fixed on the night sky before shifting back to you, his expression a mix of amusement and warmth. “It’s kind of crazy, isn’t it?” he says, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your hand. “How fast this is happening?”

You look at him, feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach. “Feels like it was bound to happen eventually,” you say softly, watching his face for any hint of hesitation. But there’s none. He’s listening, looking at you as if you’re the only thing that matters.

“Eventually,” he repeats, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Guess we’re both not the best at admitting things.”

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “I could say the same about you. How long were you gonna keep giving me that look before you finally said something?”

He tilts his head, as if considering. “Maybe I just like watching you try to figure me out,” he says, his tone teasing. But then his expression softens, and he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Or maybe I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me. For this.”

You don’t respond right away, the weight of his words sinking in as his hand lingers by your face. His fingers brush your cheek, gentle and reassuring, and you lean into his touch, letting your eyes drift closed for a moment.

“I think I’ve been ready,” you admit quietly, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “Maybe I just didn’t know how to say it.”

He smiles, that warm, genuine smile that makes your heart skip. “Good,” he whispers, his voice just a little rough around the edges. “Because I don’t want this to be something that fades away tomorrow.”

You search his eyes, sensing the honesty there, and you feel that wall around your heart crumble just a little more. “I don’t want that either,” you say, squeezing his hand.

Vinnie lets out a breath, looking almost relieved, as if he’s finally hearing something he’d been hoping for. His hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you close until your foreheads touch. The world is still and quiet, holding its breath along with you as you both stay there, wrapped up in the intimacy of the moment.

And then, without another word, he kisses you again, this time slower, softer, like he’s savoring each second, letting the world fall away. His fingers trace along your jaw, gentle and tender, and you melt into him, feeling every worry, every doubt, dissolve under his touch.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are soft, and he brushes his thumb across your cheek, his expression almost unreadable.

“What?” you whisper, curious about what’s going on in that head of his.

He shakes his head, smiling a little, almost as if he’s amazed. “Nothing. Just thinking about how crazy it is that I’ve had you here this whole time, and it’s taken us this long to get here.”

You let out a soft laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “Guess we’re both a little late to the party,” you say, teasingly.

He chuckles, squeezing you a bit tighter. “Better late than never, though,” he murmurs.

For a long while, you sit there together, wrapped up in each other, watching the stars above. There’s no need for more words tonight. You both know exactly where you stand, and for once, you’re more than okay with taking things one heartbeat at a time.

The cool breeze of the night wraps around you, but Vinnie’s warmth keeps you grounded, his arm still around your shoulders. You can feel his breath against your hair as you both sit in silence, a rare moment where everything seems to fall into place, where the world feels right.

After a while, you shift slightly, looking up at him. His gaze is steady, but there’s a softness there now, a tenderness you haven’t always seen before. You’d gotten so used to his playful, teasing side, but tonight it feels like he’s letting you in on something deeper. You can see it in the way his eyes linger on you, the way his touch lingers a little longer than usual.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask, your voice almost a whisper, unsure why it feels important to ask now, but needing to hear it from him.

Vinnie’s hand moves to cup your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip as he gazes into your eyes with an intensity that makes your heart skip. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure,” he says, his voice steady and sure. “I don’t want to just have fun with you for a night and forget about it. I want… this whatever this is. I want to see where it goes.”

You feel a weight lift off your chest. It’s that same thing you’ve been dancing around for so long, the uncertainty of what this could turn into. You’d both been hesitant, skirting around it, but now it’s out there in the open, and it feels right. The vulnerability in his words makes your stomach flip, but in the best way possible. You’ve wanted this, wanted him, but more than that, you wanted the honesty.

“Good,” you reply, your voice barely audible, but the meaning clear. You reach up to take his hand, bringing it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles before looking back up at him. “Because I don’t want to do this halfway either. I want all of it. I want you, Vinnie.”

His eyes soften as he leans in, forehead touching yours. The air between you crackles again, but now there’s a deeper connection, a trust that hadn’t been there before. His lips brush against yours lightly, just a soft, lingering kiss that leaves a warmth in its wake.

As you pull back, his smile is easy, relaxed, and the intensity of the moment shifts to something more playful. He leans back on the bench, stretching out a little, his hand still wrapped around yours.

“Think we’re ready to head back, or do you want to keep hanging out here, watching the stars?” he asks, his voice teasing but with a hint of sincerity.

You chuckle, looking at the dark sky above, the stars twinkling faintly through the gaps in the trees. The night feels endless, like it could stretch on forever if you wanted it to. But there’s something about this moment, something that makes you want to savor it for a little longer before heading back to reality.

“I think we’re good here for now,” you reply, shifting so you’re closer to him. You lean your head back against his shoulder again, the sound of the leaves rustling around you feeling like a soft lullaby. “Let’s stay here for just a little bit longer.”

Vinnie hums in agreement, resting his chin on the top of your head, his arm loosely draped around you. The peaceful quiet between you feels like the perfect kind of silence, the kind that speaks volumes without either of you needing to say anything more.

But eventually, the night catches up with you both. The cool air starts to seep through your jacket, and the sounds of the party in the distance remind you that the world outside is still spinning. But you don’t want to go back just yet. Not while everything feels so simple, so right.

When you finally get up to leave, Vinnie doesn’t let go of your hand. He pulls you close once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead before you both walk back toward the streetlights. As you leave the park behind, there’s a sense of calm between you, a quiet understanding that this moment, this night, is only the beginning.

The future is uncertain, but tonight, with him beside you, the possibilities feel endless.

And you’re both ready to take that next step, together.

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