Vinnie Hacker Imagines

the days leading up to the wedding were tense. vinnie was pacing the living room of the small apartment you shared, his jaw tight and his hands gripping his phone like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. you sat on the couch, watching him with a mix of curiosity and unease. the silence between you had become deafening over the past few weeks, but now it was crackling with something else—frustration.

"what's going on?" you finally asked, breaking the stillness.

vinnie stopped pacing, running a hand through his curls. "it's my family," he muttered. "they're planning to show up in white to the wedding."

your stomach sank. you'd heard about his family's so-called "initiation" games, the cruel jokes and comments they directed at the women vinnie brought around. you'd felt the sting of their words more than once, and the idea of them trying to ruin your special day made your chest tighten.

"are you serious?" you asked, your voice low but steady. "what did you say to them?"

he let out a sharp breath, holding up his phone. "i made a group text and told them it wasn't happening. i told them if they even thought about showing up in white, they'd be turned away at the door."

you blinked, surprised by his decisiveness. "and?"

"and they think it's funny," he said, his voice rising with anger. "they're saying it's just a joke, that i'm being dramatic. but it's not a joke. it's disrespectful—to you, to us, to everything we're trying to build."

you stood, crossing the room to place a hand on his arm. "vinnie... thank you for standing up for me. but are you sure this is worth causing a rift in your family?"

he looked down at you, his dark eyes softening. "worth it? you're my family now. and i'm done letting them treat you—or anyone else i care about—like this."

the day of the wedding arrived, and the ceremony was perfect. the venue was a small, sunlit garden filled with your closest friends and family. vinnie's side was noticeably smaller than yours, but he didn't seem to care. he stood at the altar, looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

then, halfway through the reception, the women in his family showed up. and just as they'd planned, they were all dressed in white.

the room went quiet as heads turned toward them. vinnie's jaw tightened, and his hand gripped yours under the table. you looked at him, silently asking what he wanted to do.

he stood, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "what are you doing here?"

"we came to celebrate," one of his aunts said, her tone smug. "what's the big deal? we're just having a little fun."

"fun?" vinnie repeated, his voice rising. "you think disrespecting my wife on her wedding day is fun? you think showing up here, dressed like that, after i told you not to, is some kind of joke?"

the women exchanged uncomfortable glances, their confidence faltering.

"this isn't just about the dresses," vinnie continued. "it's about the way you've treated every woman i've ever brought into my life. the insults, the jokes, the so-called 'initiation.' it's cruel, it's childish, and it stops now. if you can't respect my wife, you don't get to be part of this day—or my life."

there was a long, tense pause before the women turned and left, their laughter gone, their smugness replaced with silence.

as the door closed behind them, vinnie turned to you, his expression softening. "you okay?"

you nodded, tears welling in your eyes. "thank you, vinnie. for choosing me."

he cupped your face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "always."

the rest of the night was filled with joy, laughter, and love—the kind that comes from knowing that, no matter what, you had each other's backs. and as you danced with vinnie under the twinkling lights, you knew you'd made the right choice—because you weren't just marrying a man. you were marrying your best friend, your protector, your family.