vinnie hacker oneshots

hypocrite

y/n threw her headset off, letting her fingers rub her eyes. "i hate this fucking game!" she yelled.

"babe..." vinnie stood up from where he was previously laying on their shared bed.

"no, vin. they're literally dog shit," y/n groaned.

"is that why you're dead?" he taunted, leaning over her as she stayed seated on her chair.

y/n rolled her eyes, slightly shoving him off. "no. they're just bad."

5 minutes later...

"they're literally insane! what the actual fuck, how do you one-tap me from that far?!" y/n screamed.

vinnie turned off his phone once more. "y/n. baby."

"what?" she snapped.

"get off valorant."

"i need to finish this one match-"

"no. i'll finish it for you, go lay down." vinnie ushered y/n to the bed as he took her spot on the chair.

after he finished the game he laid down, feeling y/n cuddle up against him. hera purred, laying herself in between their legs.

"i hate that stupid game," y/n groaned.

vinnie laughed. "i know, baby. i know. i don't get why it makes you so unreasonably angry."

"because everyone who plays it sucks."

-

vinnie sat at his chair, the chat going quickly through twitch as he ran up comp.

"what the fuck?" he swore. the opposing jett ran by and head shot him.

y/n came walking into their shared bedroom, both their chipotle orders in her hand. "what happened?"

"this mother-fucker just one tapped me while running," he explained. he thanked her for getting the food, taking a bite out of his burrito.

"he's literally insane!" vinnie shouted, throwing off his headset. the next round barely started before he got one shot by the jett again.

"vin, calm down."

"i can't! i hate this fucking game," he swore. y/n walked over and began gently massaging his shoulders.

"remember the shit you told me about a week ago? i don't get how you get so unreasonably angry..."

vinnie rolled his eyes as y/n smirked. "shut up," he turned his chair around. vinnie pulled y/n onto his lap as chat went crazy.