Vinnie Hacker Imagines

the other girl 2 | smut warning!

She missed him. So much, but she refused to go back. She refused to be that girl. She couldn't be. Not for Vinnie, not for anyone. She missed everything about him. The way he touched her, the way he made her feel. Her heart ached for him. She often lied in bed wondering where they went wrong. If it was something she did, or if they let the media get to them?

She could only trace it back to that night in his room. It was the first big argument they had ever gotten in, both of them in tears after. Promising each other they wouldn't do that ever again. She still could feel him drifting away from her. The thought of losing him hurt like hell. Now he was gone. He was really gone.

Vinnie had gone to Seattle for a couple weeks, desperately wanting an escape. He needed to be home, around his family. He had taken a social media hiatus. He figured that if he saw y/n's face anywhere he would lose it. He couldn't believe he had lost the girl of his dreams over a temporary fling. He cried some nights, yearning for her touch, for her to be in his arms.

He wanted to call and beg for her forgiveness but he knew better. He had to give her space. The mornings were what he missed the most. Waking up next to her, lounging around lazily until they actually had something to do, the way he would kiss her on the forehead and say "good morning beautiful." He was dying inside.

And it was all his fault.

3 years later

"Vinnie, you *have* to go! This could be a huge opportunity for you!" Liza's voice was full of urgency, her eyes wide with enthusiasm as she tried to convince him for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Vinnie sighed, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his messy hair. "Liza, I don't know... Runway modeling just isn't my thing," he shrugged, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Liza groaned, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. "Vincent, you're *literally* just walking. That's all it is! Put one foot in front of the other, look ridiculously hot while doing it, and boom—done! It's not that deep," she argued, her tone playful yet persistent. "Come on, live a little! It's a *free* trip to Italy. Who in their right mind turns down a trip to *Italy*?" She raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that told him she wasn't going to back down.

He had been invited to model for an up-and-coming designer's runway show in Venice, Italy, but despite how glamorous it sounded, Vinnie couldn't shake the hesitation in his gut. Liza knew better though. She knew this wasn't just about modeling—this was about Vinnie needing a change. Financially, he was set for decades, but mentally? He was off. Ever since Y/N had walked out of his life, he hadn't been the same. It wasn't that he was moody or outright depressed anymore—he had moved past the worst of it—but the spark, the joy he used to have, had dimmed. And everyone around him could see it.

"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing his temples as if trying to will away the pressure building inside him. "I hate it when you're right."

A triumphant grin spread across Liza's face. "Yes! I *love* hearing those words. Now, go pack your bags because we are going to Italy!" she cheered, already texting the designer's team to confirm their attendance.

Vinnie had finally caved, realizing that maybe there was no real reason *not* to go. Venice sounded like a dream, and who knows? Maybe it would be good for him, a chance to step away from everything, a chance to breathe. It could be great for his career, too. After all, he knew he couldn't rely on TikTok forever. This was his chance to dip his toes into something new, something bigger.

The first day in Venice, Vinnie explored the city, wandering through the winding streets, taking in the breathtaking architecture, and snapping photos with the few fans who recognized him. He tried local dishes at small restaurants tucked into alleyways, tasting flavors he'd never experienced before. The city felt alive, full of energy, and for the first time in a long time, he felt... *something*. A flicker of excitement, a small taste of joy.