𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑
Synopsis: Basically dating guitarist Vi, an imagine I could turn into a series or add more parts if yall like it :)
Warnings: Language, Crude Humor, Partial Nudity, Vi is sassy but a softie, Ladders, I cringe at my own writing, my stories are never in order.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
It was around one a.m. when your phone began to vibrate, around the usual time. The screen shows a FaceTime call from Vi, the photo popping up of her flipping off the camera. Obviously you hit answer, “Hi Violet.”
She appears on screen, in a hotel bathroom that was nothing short of luxury. Currently on month four of a six month long tour. She was a guitarist for a band called ‘The Firelights’ who were quite popular. She shivers despite the fact she’s wearing some band merch sweatpants and a black tank top.
“I told you not to call me by my full name…it’s weird.” This bitch..or well butch. You could tell she just got done with tonight’s concert as her eyeliner was slightly smeared and she was still sweaty, easy to tell by her glowing biceps.
“Ew get your sweaty ass in the shower. You’re literally shining.”
“You don’t have to remind me.” She winks playfully. “Plus babe there’s tons of girls out there that would keep my sweat in a jar.”
“Vi that’s fucking disgus- me too.”
“What was that?” She asks genuinely confused as the last part was mumbled. Vi had a good bit of fans. Despite only being the band’s guitarist her bright hair and eccentric personality made her of peak interest to a lot of the female audience. And she knew it too. Not to mention her less than appropriate choices on stage.
“I said that’s fucking disgusting.” Every night after a show she would call you without fail, almost like tucking (or occasionally fucking) you into bed to go to sleep. “And that’s why none of them got the ring. C’mon babe hold it up let me see it…oh…yep there it is.” She persisted until you held up the fairly new engagement ring. Safe to say Vi’s 400k Instagram followers were shocked, but despite that they were still thirsty.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
It was pure coincidence, the meeting of you two. Three years ago the band was less popular, but still preformed. A friend of yours, Mel, dragged you to a concert with a group of friends and the promise of a free ticket and drinks. The artist you didn’t really know but of course would soon be significant as it was ‘The Firelights’.
Getting shit faced in 100 degree heat might not have been the best idea. But it wasn’t YOUR fault some blue braided girl got too close with a ladder trying to fix one of the offstage props.
You two were just waiting for the concert to begin when she waltzed up with the ladder to secure the fixture. It wasn’t until she finished it was a problem. She picks up the ladder hearing something on her walkie whipping around to answer it the ladder and her do a 180, quite nearly missing your head.
“What the fuck?” You mumble unsure how you dodged that. Mel was just as confused, and a little angry at the ladder swinging girl. “Look, you can’t just-” Mel began. But her speaking caused the girl to 180 back THE OTHER WAY. There was no dodging that one. A solid thwack to the skull and you were down for the count.
“OH MY GOD??” Mel exclaimed. Finally the blue haired girl actually noticed. “Huh? Oops sorry toots.” Mel was ready to fight someone but the girl disappeared and the priority was you pretending to be fine kneeling on the concrete ground. “Hun are you okay?”
“Holy shitttt…mm my head hurts a little.” It definitely wasn’t ‘little’ the way you were gripping onto your pants for dear life trying to distract from the pain. With the help of one of Mel’s ‘man friends’ you were escorted to the first aid tent.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
After an eyesight, light, and concussion test it was determined it was likely a mild concussion. Which was actually pretty lucky considering the circumstances.
The doctor at the tent was a short but sweet older man. He gave you ice, water, Tylenol, and instructions to see a doctor if anything were to worsen. “Are you sure hun?” Mel asked rubbing your hand softly as she held it. You had told her to go enjoy the concert as you weren’t in immediate distress or anything. “Yeah I’m serious. ‘M dad’s on his way to pick me up.” You respond.
“Okay, well, no funny business! You got that Dr. Heimerdinger?” Mel asked before she went back to the concert. “Ensured. No funny business out of you young lady.” He said.
“Don’t think I could if I tried sir.”
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
Shortly after Dr. Heimerdinger announced you had a guest. “What? Mel I told you to go enjoy the concert?” You say confused opening your eyes, having them shut before under sunglasses due to the light sensitivity.
“I’m not Mel sweetheart.” A voice said. A girl. You had done some research prior to the concert as to not look like a complete idiot, though now that might be in vain. “You’re the guitarist right?” You ask.
“Violet, but I just go by Vi.” She shrugged. “And this, is my little sister Jinx.” She said dragging in the blue haired girl from earlier with some resistance.
“Hiya.” She responded before being slapped upside the head. “Apologize.” Vi said sternly.
“Yeah..yeah..I’m sorry I hit you with a ladder and blah blah blah.” Jinx said seemingly annoyed. “Jinx I mean it.” Vi said shooting her a glare and holding her by a braid at the same time. “Ow ow- okay okay I’m sorry!” Jinx said, running away as she was released.
“Are you famous?” You murmur at Vi, still quite dazed from the incident. “Not quite sweetheart.” Vi responds. Liar.
“Seriously though, we’re sorry about you getting ladder slapped or whatever you wanna call it.” Vi said sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed. “That’s okay.” You respond stupidly. “No it’s really not-” Vi persisted. “Do you need to go to the Hospital?” She asked.
“No, they said I’ll be okay, mild concussion.”
“Well do you at least have a ride home?”
“Yeah my dad’s on his way.”
“Okay good. Can we like pay for your gas or something..?” Violet asked desperate for a way to repay for her sister’s idiotic behavior. You just shake your head beginning to get sleepy. “At least you look cool in the shades.” Vi shrugs making you crack a small smile. Soon enough your phone buzzes. “Mm, my dad’s here.”
“Let me walk you out, you’re not stable enough.” She helps you to the car ‘just in case’ she says with a hand over your back. Getting in the car she hands you your phone. “When did you take this?” You ask confused.
“I put my number in, gotta make sure you’re okay, yeah? If not I’ll hit Jinx with the same damn ladder.”
For once Vi wasn’t cocky or egotistical around another person. Something was different.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
It wasn’t long after the two of you began to text back and forth. It started with Vi ensuring you were recovering well. Following each other on social media, shocked at her follower count.
“You said you weren’t famous. There are females thrusting themselves at you in your comment section.” You tell her straight faced when the two of you meet at another concert venue, backstage.
Vi smirks softly. “Doesn’t mean I ‘thrust’ back. Just because they like me doesn’t mean I like them.”
Safe to say first kiss was backstage in a dressing curtain.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
“Babe? Babe you there?” Vi questions confused waving her hand in front of the camera. “Hellooo?”
“Oh yeah sorry.” You finally respond. Vi had taken off her eyeliner and was piddling around the bathroom. “Okay I’m about to get in the shower.” Vi said leaning over the tub to turn on the water giving you a clear shot of her bare ass.
“Oh god- Violet!” It takes her a moment to notice.
“What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”
“Yes, but the bathroom light reflecting against your pale ass is blinding me.” You groan running a hand over your face. “Whatever.” Vi says smugly.
While she showered you both talk. About work, your day, her concert, how much you missed each other, speaking about when you’d come to another show and visit. Got ready for bed together.
It was around two in the morning and Vi was rambling off about some girl who threw her damn bra on stage. “It was pink okay- you know my favorite color bra would be red as you’ve so kindly demonstrated before-” She paused hearing the soft breathing from the other end. Lips parted slightly as you slept. Her face immediately softens, ego gone.
“Miss you gorgeous. Goodnight.” She says softly even though you can’t hear her before hanging up. She sends a text as well.
Hung up since you passed out. Come see me soon. I love you.
𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑. 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑ 𖦹⭒°⋆。𖦹°‧⭑.
A/N: BRO I FEEL LIKE THE LAST PART SUCKED. It just went downhill as I wrote. But I have so many ideas with this. Like visiting or…other activities.