"Heartbeat" --Toxic!ex! VI x Reader
Inspired by the song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino
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Synopsis: Break-ups hurt so bad, especially when your ex girlfriend isn't too keen on leaving you alone.
Warnings: College au!, Modern! au, porn with a lot plot, boxer! Vi, + mentions of hockey player! Vi ,Toxic!Vi, mentions of kinda cheating, angst, frequent alcohol and weed consumption, jealous!Vi, dom!Vi, possessive!Vi, slight stalking, perv!Vi , multi series, depictions of toxic lesbian relationships, crybaby!Reader, a very whiny and egotistical Vi. 6k+ words lol.
a/n; I love writing fics! This is for sure gonna be a series. I love writing about toxic vi, its so fun ! Anything I didnt put in the warnings Ill most likely put in the warnings somewhere else.
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Chapter 1: Disillusioned by the familiar.
"What if she tells you how much she misses you? Tells you that she was wrong, that you could work it out, put it all behind you?"
It had been two whole weeks since you both ended things. Two whole weeks of no contact, and you both were just trying to return back to being strangers. It was so hard though, your friend groups were connected, and you lived on the same dorm floor. And neither of you had the heart to block the other from their social media, so you've been kind of stalking her instagram for a few days now. It wasn't that bad at first, you thought you could handle it, just mindlessly scrolling to take your mind off the fact that she essentially took your heart and stomped on it. However, when you saw a picture on her story--hair wet as if she just got out the shower, tattooed muscles bulging as she flexed in the mirror wearing nothing but a sports bra and some black sweatpants, tongue out and winking, you almost died.
Whats worse is she didn't even take the picture, at least then you could rationalize it as her trying to get back at you, no, her best friend took it, both posing the same.
You threw your phone across your dorm rooms floor, hot tears of jealousy welling up in your eyes. How come she gets to break your heart and then act like nothings happened? You're tired of being her victim. You crawl across the dorm, picking the phone up and texting your best friend with insane speed.
You: Mel, I need you.
Mel: Im coming!
She was quick, knocking on your dorm door in 5 minutes flat. She looked at your shivering form with tired eyes, you looked terrible. "Oh sweetie," She starts, coming into your room and hugging you tightly. "I hate her Mel, I wish I never dated her!" you spout angrily and Mel runs her hands over your back. She knows she should say something of encouragement, make you feel better but all she can think of is how she told you not to go out with Vi, how many times she's warned you that she was bad news, and all the times you ignored her in favor of whatever dream Vi was selling you.
Now here you were; face puffy, 10lbs lighter from all the stress, eyes bloodshot and you haven't seen the light of the outside world for two weeks. And where is Vi? Drinking away the thoughts of you that bubble to the surface every now and again.
Its actually amazing that you both seemed to last so long. You were, for lack of better words, boring. Sheltered your whole life thanks to your parents being extremely strict, and once you got to college you didn't really know how to have fun or let loose.
This was the complete opposite of Vi, a fun magnet and known by majority of the school for her skilled boxing and her dedication to hockey. She loved letting go on the weekends and would try to convince you to let go with her, but you always declined. Too afraid that you might say the wrong thing and embarrass yourself.
You used to always beg her to stay in with you, watch stupid romcom movies and eat take-out while talking the night away, it was fun at first, after awhile though, you could tell she was starting to get restless. You could hear the whine in her voice as she would beg you to come out with her, or even just to let her go by herself, but your insecurities stopped you from allowing your girlfriend to be a person.
When she told you she wanted to see other people you chuckled, not really grasping how serious she was. Then it turned into her telling you that you both aren't meant for each other, and you weren't what she needed right now. Translation? She was bored in the relationship and wanted to be free. You felt like throwing up right there in the cafe, but you held it together...for all of three seconds.
You smacked her-- a mistake-- you just couldnt believe that after a year of dating she would end it, just like that, as if you were yesterdays trash. It shook you.
You became somewhat of a campus meme, someone recording the argument from a few tables away, far enough that you couldnt tell what you were saying, but close enough for your face to be clearly decipherable. Since then you've been held up in your room, not going to class and in fear of running into the first girl you ever loved.
She made you feel so special, but she's so ego driven, its no wonder you both didn't last. Tons of girls threw themselves at her on the daily, but she picked you, for the time being at least.
"Mel I am so over letting her rule me." You huffed, leaving the warmth of your best friend to go sit on your bed. "I need a rebrand. She thinks I'm boring? Ill show her boring."
"Okay." Mel responded, concern lacing her voice. Though she had to admit she loved the idea of you taking your power back.
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A week later you were completely new. New clothes, new hair, new everything. Gone was the girl who strictly stayed in, too self-conscious to be seen by the world, now you were butterfly stretching your wings. It felt good.
You felt prettier, more confident and you tried your best to reflect that. People you didnt really know before were starting to remember you! Your instagram follower count grew almost over night and you were getting personally invited to functions.
You did avoid any party hosted by your friends though, terrified you might run into Vi. There was a loud knock at your door in between classes,"Do you hate me too or something?" Jinx asked standing in front of your dorm room, eyebrows furrowed as she stared you down.
"Of course not Jinxy! Im just mad at your dickhead sister." You roll your eyes. She doesnt acknowledge your shade, not because she wants to defend Vi, but because she will forget what shes saying if she does.
"Me and Ekko are hosting another party this weekend, please tell me you'll come." She didn't really give you much choice, vibrant eyes giving you that signature puppy dog stare she and her sister shared. It made you melt every time. A few months before you and Vi's whirlwind romance you started getting close to Jinx, she was fun and erratic, vibrant and funny. A smarter and more crazy version of her sister. You loved Jinx, adored her even, which made it hurt more once you guys broke up.
Ekko was the same, a little brother to you in his own right, except for the fact you met him organically on your way to class. You did miss them both, and its not their fault you and Vi didn't workout. You feel indebted to them, like a bad sibling who neglects their younger ones.
"Ill come Jinxy. I promise." You stuck your pinky out for her take, a large smile coating her lips as she grabbed it harshly. "Don't break it, or Ill have to kill you!' She giggles.
The weekend comes faster than expected, and the party right along with it. "Are you sure you wanna be here?" Mel asks, she, like the old you, prefers to stay inside, not one for big crowds. Since you've been going out recently you've been dragging her to almost every event you go to. You nod up at her, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. "Its not like she'll be here, plus Jinx and Ekko like that blackout shit so I might not even be able to see her." You try to convince her--more so yourself.
"If you wanna leave just let me know and Ill fake being too drunk so we can go home." "This is why you're my soulmate." and with that you both enter the space. Everything was covered in darkness, save for the strobe lights that made your head spin. It smelled like weed, alcohol and too many peoples bodies, a scent you've been growing accustomed to.
You shimmied your way through dancing bodies to find Jinx dj-ing, her goggles on and a pair of headphones sitting to one side of her head. Shes excited to see you, squealing once her eyes land on you and Mel. "You look so fucking sexy!" She grabs your hand to give you a spin, giggling all the while. You had to admit you did look pretty good. Neon pink slogan top that hugged your upper half beautifully, you thought it would look gorgeous under the flashing lights--you were right--a pair of black boot-cut jeans that cupped your ass and made it more plump than it already was, and some sneakers you didn't mind getting dirty.
"Has Ekko seen you yet? Fuck, he's gonna die!" She calls giving your ass a light tap, "Haven't seen him yet!" You shrug before asking the question thats been on your mind for the last 5 minutes, "Is Vi here?" She grimaces before nodding, "And she brought some girl with her. Her names Caitlyn." You don't respond, just smile before excusing yourself to go get a drink and find Mel, who has walked off.
You find Mel at the drinks table, chatting up some frat guy while nursing her drink. "Mel she brought someone." You whine and she gives the guy in front of her a sympathetic look before turning all her attention to you, "I know, I saw her walk in with that girl Caitlyn from my polisci class." Your stomach plummets, still, you steel yourself.
"Great!" You moan and pour yourself an almost full cup of tequila, youre trying to hide it but she can read you like a book. Mel sighs "Sweetie, what happened to 'not letting her control you'? Fuck Vi, shes an asshole and you look so fucking gorgeous right now, go find someone who will treat you better." She advises and you have to admit shes right, she usually is.
"You're right, I came here to have fun, not worry about who Vi's fucking." You chug half your drink before walking towards her, grabbing her hand and dragging her onto the dance floor,"Come dance with me MelMel!" you yell while pushing down the bad feelings that threaten to spill.
You're both grinding on each other, cups in hand as you sing along to the songs pounding in your ears. It isn't long before you start to feel eyes on you, you try to ignore them for as long as you can before finally opening your eyes and seeing Vi staring daggers at you from her seat on the couch.
Theres a tall slender girl sitting on her lap and a beer in her right hand that she's squeezing hard. She doesn't look too pleased to see you, the thought causing you to shoot a smile and a wave to her. She ignores it though, in favor of wrapping her lips around the bottle, chugging whats left of its contents.
She looks sexy. She always does but something about the way she's staring at you now--light eyes never breaking eye contact like she's daring you to do something--makes your heart skip a beat.
"Y'all smoking?" Ekko asks from beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts instantly, you smile wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a kiss to his cheek, "Yeah of course!" You smile and he's directing you both to the couch. Vi looks shocked to see you sauntering over to her, quickly she regains her composure.
Her soft blue eyes no longer hold a sweetness to them, she's looking at you with something akin to pure lust. Caitlyn follows her gaze, watching your hips sway as you walk confidently, a complete 180 from the girl she was told about. It wasn't like her and Vi were dating right now, just a friend with benefits deal that had started up again a few weeks before. Still, she couldn't help the strike of jealousy that hit her once she saw you.
"Can we join?" You throw out to the group, eyes searching for a place for the three of you to sit. You can feel the groups collective gaze on you, some trying to figure you out, others expressing their attraction to you.
Vi--expectedly--pipes up first, "Yeah, sit wherever you like, dollface." The nickname brought up memories, memories you would have preferred to stay dead with the old you. You shiver, "T-Thanks." She knows she's gotten under your skin when you start to stutter, but you don't let her see you crack. You squish yourself into the furthest side of the couch, arm elbow to elbow with the pretty masc girl sitting next to you, Ekko in the middle of you and Vi and Mel standing in front of you.
You stay unbothered as she taunts you through out the smoke session. Even when her hand starts exploring the hem of Caitlyns dress, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while she giggles and playfully swats her hand away.
You think you might be sick.
You're about 3 hits in by now and everything is starting to feel fuzzy, you've opened yourself up to the group who you now know are some of Vi's hockey buddies. "You're really pretty." The masc whispers in your ear and you're smiling wide, not just because she's probably the second hottest girl you've seen tonight, but because you can see Vi practically dying to get a good look at you both.
The sound of your name being called pulls you away from furthering the conversation. "Hows the breakup treating you?" Vi asks and you can see the gears start to turn in everyones head. Her lips wear an arrogant smirk as you sit there with the discomfort she has thrusted upon you.
"i'm doing fine actually, just stepping out of myself more I guess." You shrug a dry chuckle coming from you. "Cool, glad you're taking it well.", the awkwardness becoming extremely apparent. You get up after the fourth time the joints been passed to you, head dizzy and thoroughly cross faded. "Think 'm gonna get some water." You announce to the group as you stumble your way into the kitchen.
You're chugging the bottle of water as you try to still your beating heart, mind wandering to less than favorable thoughts. A figure walks up to you. She's taller than you, scars littered up both of her buff arms, black hair cut short, she doesn't look familiar but then again nobody here does. She's pouring herself a drink before her eyes land on you and you quickly look away as if you weren't just checking her out. She chuckles before leaning into your ear.
"whats your name?" She asks, "Y/n! You?" "Grayson." She introduces herself and your heart swells. She has an accent that you cant quite place but it excites you to your core. You find yourself tracing the visible marks on her biceps, small shocks flying up her spine.
Youre giving her bedroom eyes, hoping that she might get hooked on you, maybe even take you upstairs and fuck-
"Grayson?" Vi's voice rips through the air and you mentally start screaming. Grayson turns with a look of familiarity.
Of course they know each other.
You roll your eyes as they start talking, Vi forcing her large frame in between you both, slightly nudging you out of the way. You sigh a bit louder than expected, capturing Grayson's attention.
"Shit--uh sorry. Vi, this is-" Grayson begins trying to introduce you, clearly unaware of the tension surrounding you both. "I know her." Vi interjects and you watch Grayson shift uncomfortably.
"We used to date, but thats all over with now." She clarifies and Grayson is back to one. Your heart sinks at the thought that she might actually be over you, but another part of you--a bigger one-- is so relieved.
"Great, so you wouldn't mind me getting her number then?" She's already presenting her phone to you, and you take it without an once of hesitation. "Call me later?" You ask and she nods before leaving you two alone.
You don't speak, just look at the floor while she silently seethes, envy taking hold of her. "So, this the new you?" She asks and you fully take her in. Black shirt that hugged those delicious athlete muscles, form fitting black jean, her famous combat boots that you're not sure she takes off and the silver roman numeral six necklace you gave her when she won the last match you ever saw her fight in. Her hairs darker now and she looks slightly stronger. Fuck.
"I guess." You shrug trying to keep the conversation short, but she doesn't allow you to. If there is one thing Vi knows she's good at, its getting under your skin, "Bet it must feel pretty fucking good prancing around like a slut huh?"
" You would know. You were practically fucking Caitlyn on the couch earlier." You scoff and she actually laughs out loud. "So you were watching me?"
"Its hard not to notice when you're constantly trying to eye fuck me."
"Why are you even here? What, you stalking me now?"
You don't notice when she starts moving closer to you, mind too busy keeping yourself from drowning in this conflict.
"Your sister invited me." You fold your arms across your chest, the action pushing your boobs up into her view. She's starting to irritate you, and its getting hard to ignore.
"She said she missed me since we haven't been hanging out much." It comes out smaller than you expect because you finally clock that she's so close to you now, her larger than life personality intimidating your own.
"Is it because of me?" She asks and you cant tell if she's being genuine or if she's fucking with you. "Of course its because of you, Violet." You confess staring at the clear liquid in front of you.
"I miss you too, y'know. How come you don't ever come and see me?" She sighs, running her fingers through her dark locks. "Vi, please, go back to your date and leave me alone." You try to fight it, but she's caging your body in with her 5'9 frame. "Make me." Her head dips down to your ear, you try not to inhale too deeply in fear of her scent clouding your judgement.
"Ive been wanting to do this all night." She says before capturing your lips in a heavy kiss. A kiss that screams how much she misses you, and how much you've been craving her.
Your resolve is slipping as her tongue wraps around yours, competing--and winning--against your own. Her hand is at the back of your neck squeezing it every now and again, earning several soft hums escaping you. You pull away once you come to your senses, your sex burning between your legs. "Vi-" You don't even know what to say to her, she's panting heavily and her eyes are dark and filled with a kind of lust you've never seen her have before.
"Meet me upstairs." She grunts in your ear before leaving you there. You stay stuck for a few seconds contemplating whether you should or not. Your body aches, you missed her touch, you missed her.
"Fuck it." You say to yourself after your mind loses the battle to your heat, downing the rest of Vi's drink as liquid courage. You're upstairs in a matter of minutes, looking through all the rooms for where she could be.
Vi pulls you into the bathroom closets to the stairs, lips on you before you could even register who it was.Your kiss is sloppy, rushed, terrified you both might be caught and this moment will end.
"Bend over." She commands and you do as told, a smirk gracing her lips. Your looks may have changed but you still are the same obedient girl she's known for a year. She pulls your jeans down and you hiss as the cool air makes contact with your throbbing cunt.
She forces your panties to the side and she's face to face with your wet pussy, giving it small kitten licks. She's cautious, like if she indulges herself it'll all be over, "Fuck, Ive missed this pussy, so pretty. Just like you." She flirts and you groan not finding her corniness amusing.
She latches herself onto your clit, sucking wildly on your clit as if she has been starving all her life. "Those girls you were talking to wouldn't know what to do with a pussy this fucking good baby." Her tongue is darting in and out of your hole while her fingers rub quick circles on top of your bundle of nerves.
She's sucking and slurping until you're a moaning, crying, mess in front of her. Her tongue driving desires into you, maybe even some apologies.
She stands before you can even come close to cumming, taking your face into one of her muscular hands, fingers digging themselves into your cheeks. Forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you.
"Look at who the fuck makes you cum baby. None of those other losers deserve to know what this pretty pussy feels like."
She's plunging her broad digits in and out of your aching pussy, the combination of your pussy squelching around her fingers and the way she's talking dirty to you creating a dangerous mix, you're starting to turn to mush. " 'm gonna cum, please, let me cum."
You beg and she chuckles at you, "Fucking pathetic. Jesus, you have no idea what you do to me." She's speeding up her pace, ignoring your pleas for her to slow down. Once her fingers curl up hitting the spongey part inside of you, you all but scream out, hands gripping the sink as your arousal coats her fingers.
You're huffing and puffing as you make eye contact with her, she seems pleased with herself, sucking off her ring and middle fingers. "Still tastes like me too."
"Shut the fuck up." You growl, she's not taking you seriously. She's just finished turning you into a gushing mess and you're trying to convince her that you're scary? She's not buying it.
You fix yourself, pulling your top down and your pants up. Your makeup is smudged and you look fucked to high hell, you do what you can to return to your normal state. As you leave she grabs you, planting a longing kiss on your lips before sending you on your way.
As if on cue your karma finds you, "Have you seen Vi? I cant seem to find her." Caitlyn asks and you're praying that Vi doesn't walk out of the bathroom, "Umm no, haven't really seen much of her tonight." You lie.
She doesn't seem to buy it, probably because she watched Vi walk up here, you following suit just a couple moments after. Her eyes are suspicious and you can feel them peering through you. She hums, and you turn to make your escape as the bathroom door opens. "Well goodnight Cait." You wave as you practically bolt downstairs. Vi comes out the bathroom and you can hear the start of Caitlyn asking her a question. You grab Mel as you're pushing through people hurriedly. You need to get out of here before she finds you again.
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Vi cant help the fact that she's charming. Nor can she help how many girls throw themselves at her. It was her curse to always be drowning in pussy. But she's only ever truly loved two people romantically in her life, Caitlyn and you.
She met Caitlyn a few days before she was let out of juvie, a troubled teenager who the world had surely given up on. Caitlyn made her want to do better, but their differing circumstances--and the fact that Cait wasn't out to her parents yet-- being a major rift in their relationship.
During her freshman and first half of sophomore year she had to admit she was going pretty wild, constantly trying to use one girl to get over the last one. It was so...emo. When you both met she was sure she was going to break your heart, everything about you was completely soft and delicate. You were far too proper for the debauchery she was consistently getting up to, it made her feel judged, like she was beneath you. She hated the feeling of being inferior.
Not to mention how fucking clingy you were.
It was like you couldn't go three seconds without her being up your ass. Its was all too suffocating. She still loved you but she just needed a bit of space, and she tried to tell you that. Invited you out so you couldn't make a scene, but she also like the idea of neutral meeting grounds, got you flowers, paid for everything.
When it was time for her to explain herself the words came out cold and harsh, not how she intended it at all. She kept fumbling over her words and cursing out loud, it all started sounding like word salad. Though her ramblings were just that, ramblings, it didn't stop them from sending small daggers into your heart, her not even realizing it. Finally, she gathered herself enough to say, "We're just too different and I don't see us working out long term." It comes out crueler than expected.
You looked at her with this extremely hurt expression she's never seen you wear before, hand coming across her face ,hard. You leave before she can even register what happened, shock lacing her.
The break-up should have been freeing for her, she kept talking about how much better off she is, truthfully, she was so fucking depressed. She started overloading herself--more training, more practice, more parties, more drinking, more, more-- anything to get her mind off of you.
It was around week five that she started hearing talk of your recent 'change', and you becoming extremely socially relevant. "Your ex is becoming very popular." Sevika starts from her position on the bench, curling the weight in her hand.
"Okay?" She knew Sevika, she wasn't making pleasant conversation her intention was far more sinister; teasing Vi, a game she played often. "She looks reall good too. Wanna see?" Morbid curiousity filling her as she sat next to the taller woman. She scrolled to the story post of you blowing suggestive kisses at the camera, giggling as you danced around to the electronic music.
Though she would never admit it, she didn't expect you to get over her that quickly, not to mention the sudden confidence that radiated from you. She was certain that you would still be a heap of emotions, but no, there you were prancing around on some football players story with sparklers in your hand, no look of depression on your features.
"Seems that she's doing good at least." Sevika cracks, Vi is not amused.
Vi hates how much it affects her.She cant stop watching every story you post, she finds herself looking at the suggestive photos you post longer than she probably should, over analyzing who you could possibly be posting them for. Have you already started dating again?
And how dare Sevika insinuate that she wasn't doing good after the breakup? She was having so much fun constantly checking your profile for new pictures , and her friends profiles for any trace of you. What she wouldn't give for a mere glimpse into your new world.
She goes over them once, twice, three times, all within the span of 2 hours. She's the very first person to watch your instagram, its maddening, she doesn't even care if you know she's stalking you, just that you don't forget about her.
She's sitting alone, going through last nights notifications when the chair in front of her pulls out. She looks up spotting the familiar long blue-black hair, "Hey Cait." It comes out shaky and uneven, like she's just been caught. "Vi, I need you to fuck me." Caitlyn was not one for long drawn out moments, especially not when it comes to sex.
She's up in seconds, "O-okay!" Mentally, she's cursing herself for acting so uncool, but this is familiar. Its comforting, she tells herself so as Caitlyns tongue licks at her bottom lip, pulling it slightly, begging for entrance.
She's single, she can do whatever she wants and that includes fucking Caitlyn. So why does she feel so guilty? Why is she kicking her out instead of fucking her against every surface in her dorm room? Maybe its because you both live on the same floor and the thought of you hearing them or worse ,catching Caitlyn leaving her room, makes her stop part way through taking off her clothes.
"Why wont you fuck me Vi? This is like the worst friends with benefits situation Ive ever been in." Caitlyn complains, pulling her beautiful tresses into a ponytail. "Sorry cupcake, Im trying...just off my game I guess."
"Well get on it." Was all she said before leaving, planting a soft kiss to Vi's temple.
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Her days are starting to blend together and she's not doing the best. She's confused, angry eyes looking everywhere but where she should, stumbling into unknown assholes who comment on how shitty she looks. She's too drunk to think about anything right now. Anything thats not you.
She doesn't really know how she ends up at your dorm, calloused hands banging hard on your door, "Fuck!Just open the fucking door!" She's yelling at it now, voice hoarse from the yelling, and the drinking, and the smoking. She's moved on to punching it, knocking off the little flower name tag that hangs on it. Her knuckles are starting to bleed yet she makes no moves to stop , just consistent pounding and false promises she wont remember in the morning.
She's crying a little when you don't open the door, angry tears trickling from her eyes hard enough to leave droplets on the deep blue hallway floor. "If-If yuh want a sorry, Ill do it. God, just... talk to me" She's slurring things that barely make sense as she's curling up into a pile on your floor.
She wakes up in cotton sheets, warm hands wrapped around her head, her head nestled comfortably in the valley of a pair of boobs. The scent is familiar, and she makes no moves to leave the warmth, instead she pulls whoever it is closer. "Dollface." She muses a feeling of accomplishment dawning on her, even though she doesn't really remember getting to this point.
"Dollface? What happened to Cupcake?" She jumps up at the voice, the accent, the specific nickname. Blue eyes frantically darting around the room, its not the one she's used to, its not where she wanted to end up. Its not you.
"Th-thanks for letting me crash here, but I've got practice in about 15 minutes, and my coach will have my fucking head if Im late." She lies, and Caitlyn seems to buy it. Still that doesn't stop her from questioning which one of Vi's newest conquest is 'Dollface', and why she was so bruised up.
Ignoring Cait's questions, she's dressed in minutes, cant find her shirt but she doesn't need it, just needs her phone and she's gone. "Gods, you need to calm down Vi." She's holding her phone in her manicured fingers. "Thanks Cupcake." and with that she disappears leaving confusion in her wake.
She checks her phone while in the elevator, she stinks. Sweat, alcohol--and some blood?--don't really make for a good cologne.
Powder: Party this Saturday!
Powder: Finally got Y/n to come, please don't fuck this up for me.
Her heart drops as lower as the elevator rises. She rushes back to text her sister something along the lines of 'you're the best fucking sister a lonely lesbian could ask for' but she refrains. She has to remain cool.
Vi: whatever.
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Monday rolls around and theres no word from you.
She's been texting you all weekend and she's starting to get the sneaking suspicion that you've blocked her. Maybe you decided to finally call it quits, decided that you needed someone more stable.
She's taken up a new hobby: sitting outside of your dorm room, knees pressed tightly to her chest as she listens for the chatter that says you're finally in. It doesn't come though, too shaken from Saturdays events to be alone, you've been sleeping in Mels room.
She knocks, once, twice, three times, a fourth for good measure. No answer. She grips the handle, everything in her telling her to let go, leave it alone, wait for you to text her, but she's nothing if not obsessive.
The cold handle gives, opening itself wide. A gasp of excitement is caught in her throat and she nearly chokes. Theres truly no one inside, she's a tad jealous that you got a single this semester but whatever.
The room is only partly decorated but it still feels more homey and cozy than her suite. Theres pictures of your friends and family from back home covering part of your wall, a canopy hangs from the ceiling, draping itself over the bed, and the sunset lamp that you forgot to turn off just adds to the mood. She's never been in this dorm before, considering you broke up only a few days into welcome week.
The whole room smells like you, kind of like cinnamon cookies, doughy and familiar. Before she knows it, she's taking off her slides, slipping into your bed, covering herself with your blankets and cuddling your pillow. She just wants to be engulfed by you, just wants to feel that satisfaction again.
Its well after noon when you return back to your dorm, party clothes bagged up nicely in your hand. You look spent, borrowed shorts and crop top, knee high socks--the only pair Mel had that she could lend--and an oversized hoodie. You're too busy recollecting yourself and sorting through Saturdays events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment where you stepped through the goddamn looking glass, to notice that your room door is unlocked. Merely happy that you don't have to fight with it.
You do notice the low, even snoring coming from your bed, and the unrecognizable shoes parked by the door. Then you see it, the familiar tuff of red. She's sprawled out across your bed, hand lazily hanging off the bed. Vi's in nothing but a white t-shirt and her boxers, clearly comfortable. You want to be scared, but a small part of you is a bit...excited?
"Violet." You shake her, "Violet!"
She's up in seconds, no trace of stress in her face, its like she's gotten the best sleep of her entire life. "Hey Dollface!" she stretches, hands grabbing at you. "Vi, what are you doing here?" You move out of the way of her hands. She pouts.
"Came to see you, duh." She sits up fully, pulling you to stand in between her waiting meaty thighs. "Whose sweater is this?" Her hands grip at the fabric, tugging at it like she wants it off. "No ones. I was sleeping at Mels for the weekend."
The way she tightly squeezes your hips, you don't know if its a warning not to lie to her, or if she's trying her hardest to believe you. "You had fun?" She asks, her eyes tell you theres another question she's dying to know the answer to, still, she stops herself.
You hum a "yeah" before moving to settle in and unpack. You move like she's not even there, like this is all routine. The scene wraps itself around her heart and sends images to her brain so she can commit this moment to memory.
Theres something domestic about it, and she finds herself drinking it up and letting her mind wander. What if she tells you how much she misses you? Tells you that she was wrong, that you could work it out, put it all behind you? "Vi, you planing on staying long? I have a zoom meeting in like 25 minutes." You ask and she feels that recognizable pang against her chest, she's unwanted. Instantly her guards back up, "If you want me leave just fucking say that. You don't have to lie about a dumbass meeting." She's tugging her pants back on, cursing when they don't come up as quickly as she would like.
"I really do have a meeting Vi!" You yell a little too loud but its enough to capture her attention, "I would like it if you stayed, it'll be boring but I'd like the company nonetheless." You admit, shy smile tugging your lips.
She looks at you like a lost puppy, her eyes are begging you to be truthful, begging you to really mean it. Your smile is reassurance, its a light, an extended hand. A pregnant pause over takes the room, then she's on you.
Her hands explore your body hungrily, she needs this, she needs to hear how much you want her. Her fingers try and find their way to your clothed heat, fidgeting badly once your hand grasps hers. "Wait..wait!" You gasp and that same kicked puppy dog look returns. She's bracing herself for the rejection. She's too dirty for you now, she served her purpose and now you were done with her.
"Vi, I don't think we should do this. It could blur the lines, like so freaking bad." Your small hands capture her face, lifting her head to look you in your eyes. "Lets just be friends, yeah?" You try to be as soft as possible, voice lower than usual, so anxious that she will fly off the handle. She can see the fear that coats you. Quietly she's weighing her options. Either storm out of here and risk you not talking to her anymore, or just play along with this lie you're telling yourself...she chooses the lie.
"Sure, lets be friends."
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