𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!reader
𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnie’s girlfriend has the worst luck.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: reader gets her period!! so period talk, description of blood, mention of wanting to throw up, swearing, panicking/anxiety, reader gets down on herself, angst, some sex talk but that’s it
𝗔/𝗡: this is a part two of 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 so go read that first if you haven’t! also i didn’t proofread so i’m sorry for mistakes!!
there is no fucking way this is happening to you.
mother nature decided to give you a visit at the absolute worst possible timing; during your boyfriends big fight.
now normally, you would think this was just a crazy coincidence, but considering your history with bad luck, you weren’t suprised. it was honestly like you were cursed. you couldn’t go a week without something crazy happening to you, but god you just wished everything would go great at vinnies fight. but now, here you are, feeling that similar feeling of uncomfortable wetness as you sat in a cheap chair watching fousey discuss the previous fight, waiting for them to call vinnie out. you felt sick. like you were going to throw up any second and the noise of screaming fans and conversing influencers just wasn’t helping.
you started to think maybe you weren’t on your period and your vagina just decided to go all dishwasher mode while waiting, but when you checked your period tracker app on your phone, low and behold, you were due for your period yesterday.
well that’s just fucking great. the one day it decides to come late just so happens to be the most important day of your boyfriends life so far.
you immediately start freaking out. tears threatening to spill as you try and figure out if you can just wait it out, but when you realize how disgusting and impossible it would be, you know you have no choice. and that’s when you realize the pair of grey sweatpants you have on would definitely be ruined if you stayed sitting down.
you stand up, feeling like a complete idiot being the only one standing, and looking around like a lost puppy. you have never been in this arena before and your mind was way too scattered to think properly. you look to your left and see an exit sign in the distance, realizing you have to walk all the way down there trying not to get blood on your pants, you facepalm and mutter curse words to yourself.
you get to walking and before you can get too far, you hear someone call your name.
“hey! y/n!” its nick, a friend of vinnies. his arms are filled with various snacks and he has a hat secured on his head.
“hi nick.” you try to be nonchalant about the fact that you are about to have a breakdown, but it’s getting harder to speak as your vision gets blurry and you hear your boyfriends name through the speakers, signaling that he’s about to go on.
“what- where are you going?! the shows about to start!” his mouth is full of what looks like popcorn and he’s handing out food to various team hacker members as they start to tread down the stairs towards the ring. your eyes land on vinnies mom maria and his brother reggie.
you had met vinnies family numerous times but this whole situation was fucked and all you wanted to do was disappear in that moment.
“oh, hi y/n!” maria approaches you with a big hug, holding a drink in her other hand as reggie awkwardly waves at you. “hi!” you mumble in her shoulder.
fuck if only you knew that i was fucking bleeding!
“sweetheart are you coming to the right wing with us?” she pulls away from you and smiles at you, her hair in a ponytail and a pair of sunglasses in her hand.
vinnie knew how much you hate crowds which is why he got you a seat that was farther away from all the chaos, and while you love his family and friends, he knew you would be overwhelmed.
sorry mam i just got my period during the biggest event of your sons life!
“com’ on! let’s walk down together.” she grabs your arm and starts leading you down the stairs, and you look behind you at the exit and start panicking.
you pull away from her, in a manner a lot ruder than you meant it to be. “sor-“ you get cut off by music and vinnies introduction.
“oh boy! he’s starting let’s go!” maria walks down the stairs quickly and looks back at you. “you coming?”
“i’m bleeding i’ll be right back!” and with that you hop away and leap up the stairs towards the exit. vinnies mother looking at you wide eyed.
well that had to have been the worst thing to say. ‘i’m bleeding’? nice going y/n! i think it’s safe to say you will never be invited to a family reunion ever again.
once you reach the exit, you burst through the door and find a security guard standing by, looking at you funny. that’s when you start to wonder if you have blood on your pants. and god knows if you have blood on your pants, you might as well just call a taxi and move to kansas, change your name and raise a farm.
“hi! hi. um.” you hold up your lanyard at the man. he reminded you of freight train from the show big time rush. you and vinnie used to watch that show together whenever one of you was sick. you would constantly swoon over the boys which would always lead vinnie to rip his shirt of and serenade you with one of their songs.
he looks at your backstage pass and nods, letting you through. you start walking and then realize you have no idea where the fuck you were.
“shit.” you mutter, turning around, quick enough to give you whiplash. “um- im so sorry i don’t know what im doing. do you know which way-“
“hacker right?” he cuts you off.
“um yeah, how’d you know?” he didn’t strike you as a fan.
he points at your hoodie which read “team hacker” on it in big letters.
“oh. right!” he points towards your right at a hallway. “go down there and then go up the stairs and don’t stop until you see the sign with the letter D on it, then go through the door and the main room should be right there.”
“thank you! thank you so much.”
you quickly speed off, your adidas sneakers hitting the ground. you make your way down the clear hallway and can hear the screaming from the crowd outside. you see a large white stair case and immediately prepare yourself for the work out. a sign with the letter A on it is plastered on the wall.
you start walking up the stairs and can feel more blood start seeping out. “are you fucking serious?” you are trying to get up those steps as fast as possible, not wanting to miss any of the fight.
suddenly, you hear a familiar name and your heart stops, your feet stand still.
it’s too late. the match is starting and he’s already doing his walk out. you immediately get hit by guilt. his first fight and the person he cared for the most, was missing it.
you try not to cry and keep walking up the stairs reaching the B sign. you walk and walk, the loud voices getting more and more muffled and you can feel your heart start breaking. maybe it was just your hormones talking, but you felt like a failure.
every step you took, the further you got from your boyfriend and the more guilt washed over you. it was like a weight was dropped on your shoulders with every step, to the point where you just wanted to drop to the floor and cry.
you reached the C sign and continued treading up the stairs.
this day just gets worse-
you feel a sudden sharp pain in your lower abdomen, and let out a yelp. your whole body goes into shock, not expecting that sensation to hit your body with the force and stealth it did.
you take some deep breaths, feeling like even more of an idiot. there you were, bleeding in your pants in the middle of a staircase, alone, hunched over in pain, missing your boyfriends fight.
you start walking again, feeling the pain slowly start to fade. you crank your neck up and see a sign with a bright red D written on it, and feel relieved. you pick up your pace and burst through the door, awkwardly waddling towards the main room. you see that familiar plant you sat next to and the chair vinnie was in when he had you in your lap. there are a few people scattered around, and one of them sticks out to you.
“hey!” it’s one of vinnies bodyguards that helped escort you there.
“hi y/n, what are you doing here?” he looks down at his watch, confusion written all over his face.
“it’s a long story i need my suitcase.”
“sure, which one is it?” he walks with you towards a room with a large table in the middle and unlocks the door. his keys jangled by his side and you started to feel a headache coming on.
“um. it’s the turquoise one.”
he grabs it and hands it over to you, towering over you while you frantically go through your belongings.
that’s when you come to the conclusion that you truly are the biggest fucking idiot.
you didn’t pack any tampons or pads.
“fuck.” you whisper, looking back at him and shoving everything back in.
“uh, can i see vinnies please?”
“mmhmm.” he hands you vinnies luggage and you start to pick it apart.
you remember how vinnie used to buy pads and keep them at his place when you two started dating and you just prayed to god that maybe he brought some with him.
and low and behold, right next to his cologne and deodorant was a pad with bright pink flowers printed on it.
never have you ever been so happy to see those hideous flowers.
“yes! thank you!” you put his stuff back and look up at the guard, becoming more embarrassed when he locks eyes with your hygiene product.
“not gonna ask.” he shuffles over and puts the baggage back before locking the door and you quickly stroll to the bathroom. the only one you find is a unisex one with a line of around eight people.
“great!” you are too emotional to have any sort of filter at this point and don’t care about the dirty looks you were getting. you never felt so self conscious in your life. you put the pad in your pocket and make your way over to a man at a snack booth.
“hi! sir do you know if there are any other bathrooms nearby?” he has glasses and a bright purple dress shirt. “it’s an emergency.” you whisper uncomfortably.
“nope! sorry that’s the only one.” he clearly wasn’t in the mood for your shenanigans.
alright then, i guess i’ll just go fuck myself!
“oh.. uh.” a woman with brown curly hair walks behind him.
“frank? line 5 needs you.” he rolls his eyes and walks away, leaving you two alone.
“hi! what can i help you with?” she smiles politely at you, her middle eastern accent drilling through your headache.
“okay, this is super embarrassing but i am in desperate need of a bathroom and this,” you turn back looking at the bathroom line now accustom of twelve people, “just isn’t gonna cut it for me.”
“oh girly, i gotchu! walk down there and there’s a staff only bathroom, but I won’t tell if you don’t.” she winks at you and you praise her before quickly speeding down there.
once you get there, you check yourself in the mirror and let out a sigh of relief when you see your sweatpants didn’t get ruined. you quickly address your ‘situation’ before quickly heading out of the room, back towards the staircase. your legs are in so much pain, it felt like you were stepping on glass. gripping your hand around the cold railing, you continue your way back to the arena.
you aren’t sure how much time has passed. it felt like hours. you keep repeating that phrase from finding nemo over and over again in your head.
another movie your boyfriend loved to watch with you.
thoughts of panic coursed through your body.
what if he’s knocked out right now?
oh god what if he’s seriously hurt?
i’ll never forgive myself..
you reach the sign C. you can feel sweat move it’s way down your back and you feel gross. vinnie would always assure you of how pretty you looked even when you had moments like these, but you were sure that if he saw you right now, he’d disapprove. honestly, this was such a big deal for him that you weren’t even sure if he would continue dating you if you missed the whole event.
vinnie spent the night making short glances at your spot in the crowd. the first time he looked over for you was right before the first round, and you weren’t there. he frowned and felt his heart sank at the absent seat.
maybe she had moved to another seat?
he knew she didn’t have to go to the bathroom since she went right before they left, so where did she go?
no she insisted she wasn’t hungry..
he had to shake off his thoughts and begin the fight.
he thought that you might have just been talking with some fans or sat with his family.
she’ll be back, he told himself.
throughout the entire fight, vinnies eyes would rest towards where you should have been seated and every time, the seat was empty. he mouthed a quick “where’s y/n?” to his trainer tyler, who just shrugged in reply. the fight went on and he took his mind off of his girlfriend, momentarily forgetting about the situation. he really started getting nervous when the fight ended and his friends came up to him. the whole front lobe of his brain felt something close to psychedelic. everything was blurry and he could barley make out words despite how loud the people around him were. all he could make out was sayings along the lines of ‘you did it, i’m so proud, you won’, but he just smiled and nodded taking it all in. after doing his speech and talking to interviewers, more people flooded towards him. he engaged in small conversations, not wanting to ruin the mood of his victory.
“hey, have you seen y/n?”
“nope, she left her seat and never came back. i’m not sure where she went.” nick replied, smiling through his words and too focused on the winner standing infront of him. vinnie looked back and to his dismay, your tawdry seat was still empty.
vinnies mouth formed into a line, pushing his sweaty hair back off of his face. he made his way backstage after all of the hectic commercing before running into his family. his mom was sputtering out praise towards her son, not noticing the fear that was clouding his eyes.
“yes! i know, i love you so so much, hey did y/n happen to sit with you guys by any chance? she isn’t in the seat i saved her.” he looked down at his mother, nervously.
“no! she left earlier-“ she put her hand up to his chest, “i’ve been meaning to ask you about that! she didn’t seem… normal.” her eyebrows raised with her words, locking eyes with the boy.
he got cut off by his mother’s phone ringing.
“oh, hold that thought! this must be your brother, i sent him to go grab your bag for you from your room.” she flipped out her phone and pressed the answer button.
this has to be the biggest stair case i’ve seen in my entire life.
you were almost at the B sign, until you hear the voice of a man at the stairs below you.
“so you mean to tell me, there was an elevator? dude, you’re the worst, these stairs are creepy as fuc-“
you accidentally startled him when you sprinted down the stairs to see the person, immediately recognizing their voice.
“jesus!” he looked at you holding a hand to his chest, and clutched his phone. “yeah hold on, i’ll call you right back bro.”
“i’m sorry!” you were obviously out of breath and it was clear that you had been crying by your puffy eyes. your mascara was all clumpy and your lashes were wet.
“y/n? where were you! are you okay?”
“vinnie is heading back to the room anytime soon so you could probably just grab the bags an-“
reggie looked at you with a blank expression, waiting for you to add on to your question.
he held in a chuckle before answering, “well we have to clear out for the next fight!”
you could have sworn you heard glass shatter. you fragile heart falling to the floor and breaking into a million pieces.
your hormones hit you all at once and you try your very best to hold it all in. to not break down infront of your boyfriends brother.
“oh, yeah. right!” you fake a laugh and watch reggie continue his way up the stairs.
“yeah, just give me a second. my legs are a little tired.” fake laughs keep escaping your mouth and you try to play it cool while he cautiously continues up the stairs.
now i have to climb up these fucking stairs again and face my probably now ex boyfriend and tell him that i missed one of his biggest moments of his life.
your feet were going numb and you could barely find it in you to move. once reggies footsteps became soft, you dropped down to the floor and let out a sob.
sure you were probably overreacting, but you couldn’t help feeling guilty for missing something so important. it wouldn’t be the same watching it on tape. you are his girlfriend, you should have been there to support him, but you weren’t. if only you had checked your stupid period tracker last night, than you would have made sure to be prepared and this never would have happened.
you were hit with the cramps again and decided to just sit there and try and wait it out. they always came in waves for you so you were sure a two minute break would be all it took to get back at your feet.
honestly it felt like a fucking chainsaw was splitting you in half and the pain was just making you even more emotional.
little did you know that reggie could see your puffy eyes and could tell that something was wrong. he knew you missed the fight and had a bad feeling in his gut that told him to do something. so he picked up his phone and dialed his mom.
you continued up the stairs and tried to calm down. panic attacks were never easy for you, and being alone in a big ass staircase just didn’t help. you felt like the walls were closing in on you and your feet were killing. it was like an anxiety mosquito flew into your tummy and was bouncing around in there. using you as a bouncy castle.
you were at the B sign when you heard someone walk run below you.
at the sound of his voice you stopped moving and collapsed on the stairs
“hey! y/n!” he ran up to you and stopped at the edge you were sitting on.
you couldn’t help it anymore. tears started looking down your face and vinnie started to panic.
“don’t cry! hey it’s okay!” he smiled down at you and lifted you into his body. wrapping his arms around you and pressing his forehead against yours. “what’s wrong? what happened- are you okay? what happened.”
“i’m so sorry.” you let out a whimper and can barely look at him.
“hey… hey look at me.” he lifted up your chin with his finger. “why are you sorry? what happened?”
“i missed the fight.” your lip starts to quiver and you press your face into his shoulder, which was no longer bare.
“hey. it’s okay!” he coos, running his finger through your hair and rubbing your back.
“no it’s not! i missed your fig-“ you stop mid sentence and begin examining his face.
“what?” he laughs, looking at you.
“are you hurt? did he hurt you? i’ll fucking kill him-“
“no, baby i’m fine i’m okay. it’s him you should worry about.”
you lock eyes with him, your hands on his cheeks. he smiles at you.
your entire demeanor changes, your eyes wide and filled with joy.
you start shaking your head as he nods, never breaking eye contact with you and a huge grin spread on his face.
“i won.” he kisses your nose, “i won, baby i won.”
your hands drop to his shoulders and squeeze him.
he starts giggling and you stand up, him following your movements.
“you fucking won- you won!”
“mmhmm!” his smile grows bigger with your words and so does yours.
“you fucking won, oh my god, you- my boy- you- you won!!” you can barely make out a sentence and all of a sudden the hormones hit and you start crying but this time it’s happy tears.
“babyyy!!” he giggles into your cheek, giving you a huge bear hug and you jump up into his arms, him now lifting you off of the ground.
“it’s happy tears. you won! and you are my boyfriend, my boyfriends a winner! you’re a fucking badass!” tears stream down your face and you both start laughing.
he pulls you in for a kiss, before you pull apart.
“even though i missed your fight…”
“even though i bled through your sweatpants that i stole..”
“yes even though you- wait what?”
you let out a small laugh.
“i’m just kidding, i didn’t bleed through them.”
you watch his expression change as he understands the situation.
“yeah ohhh..” you mock him playfully before shoving him on the arm.
“well, i brought your stuff, did you get it?”
“yup and i walked up and down these stairs the whole fucking time and there was a stupid fucking line and this stupid fucking guy wouldn’t tell me where the other bathroom was but this girl helped me and i had to fucking walk down the stupid fucking stairs again and then i saw your stupid fucking brother- oh well he’s not stupid i didn’t mean that-“ vinnie laughs as you continue your rant, “but i was so fucking stupid infront of your mom and she probably hates me now- wait how did you know i was here?”
“reggie called my mom and she told me.”
he chuckles and pulls you in for a hug.
“okay well let’s go get our stuff. there’s a party i have to go to but i can blow it off if you-“
“wait we have to walk up another set of stairs?”
“fuck my life..” you groan and start walking before vinnie sweeps you off of your feet. you shriek in surprise as he picks you up like it’s nothing.
“vinnie you don’t have to carry me-“
he puts a finger to your lips, “hush.”
you give in and relax in his arms as he trots up the stairs.
silence passes for a few minutes before vinnie speaks up.
“you know, i’m kinda glad you didn’t watch the fight…”
you crank your neck to face him and he looks at you with a shiteating grin on his face.
“because watching me fight would probably just turn you on.” he smirked and you slapped him lightly, causing him to stumble a little on the stairs.
“and now that you have your period, i wouldn’t be able to-“ you smack him again, cutting him off.
realization hits you. “wait! babyyyy what about victory sex!”
he laughs, “what about it?”
“we can’t have victory sex now” you frown and look at the steps.
“so? that’s a big accomplishment! you deserve to get laid!”
“baby it’s fine, really.” vinnie shakes his head, his curls swaying from side to side.
you both go quiet as you near the end of the stairs.
“i could always just give you some head-“
vinnie kisses you to get you to shut up.
