"Heartbeat" --Toxic!ex! VI x Reader
Inspired by the song Heartbeat by Childish Gambino
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Synopsis: Breakups hurt so bad, especially when your ex girlfriend isn't too keen on leaving you alone.
Word count: 9k+
Warnings: long fic, College au!, Modern! au, porn with a lot of plot, mentions of boxer!Vi, hockey player! Vi ,Toxic!Vi, , angst, frequent alcohol and weed consumption, jealous!Vi, dom!Vi, possessive!Vi, slight stalking, perv!Vi , depictions of toxic lesbian relationships, crybaby!Reader, a very whiny and egotistical Vi. classic lesbian miscommunication ,reader has a heavy makeout session with Grayson & Vi, Vi self harms. Reader with insecurities, panty stealing.
a/n; fun fact; i learned the term puck bunny from degrassi TNG and have been dying to use it ever since lol. im loving the comments i get! i cant wait to see yalls reaction to this chapter >.<
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Chapter 2: Who do you crave in the morning?
"Yeah, but I think you're worth it."
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Vi thought being friends with you would be hard, and honestly...It really was. Sure, you both were having a good time together, spending almost every waking moment in the company of the other, gossiping into the wee hours of the morning like two school girls. Though, it was never enough.
Maybe it was the fact that she was purposefully cockblocking you, yet you still had people coming up to flirt with you. In front of her no less.
Your reputation is starting to proceed you, your name floating around in the gay scene at your school, it wouldn't bother her so much if they weren't everywhere, every time she stalks your instagram(which is less frequent now that you both are on speaking terms, though she still has your post notifications on), without a doubt there will be at least four girls flirting with you in the comments.
Last time she checked you weren't in any clubs so how do you know so many fucking people? Let alone enough to flood your comments with flirty messages.
She tries to fight the urge to tell them to fuck off, tell them you belong to her and her alone. She refrains, of course, but it still eats at her. And in the slow hours of the morning when the world is silent and she's in her bed replaying the days, she finds herself thinking of how good it would be to tell every one that you're dating.
It drives her mad, this "just friends" thing is so much harder than she thought.
Sunday, she's standing in the quad trying to recruit new members for the hockey team, passing out flyers, showing off her bulk in her hockey jersey, lifting it up to her chin with her teeth. "Want muscles like these? Join the women's hockey team ! We've got hot girls on ice!" Korra yells into the megaphone.
"Isn't this a little degrading for them?" Ellie asks from the back of the booth as Vi and Sevika walk around flirting with the girls who walk past, passing out yellow hockey pamphlets.
"Probably, but y'know is sex sells." Korra shrugs, "And when is it your turn to be objectified?" Vi pouts plump lips wrapping around the spout of her water bottle, glaring at the pair. "Seriously, 'm over here making a fucking fool of myself." Sevika mutters, causing the pair to let out collective excuses, "I don't even have a pump right now" Korra fake cries, bicep curling while she sticks out her bottom lip.
"Yeah, Yeah." Vi mumbles, too engrossed in her bottle now.
"Speaking of sex selling..." Sevika nods towards you, making everyones head turn as you strut down the sidewalk. You look so oblivious to the pull you have, just a shining smile plastered on your features, low rise blue jeans and a white cropped long sleeve button up. You looked dangerously good, a low hum coming from Vi's throat as she saw you.
"Mm what I wouldn't give." Korra hums still watching your form bouncing down. "Chill, before Vi kills you." Ellie warns, catching the deadly look Vi gains at the mention of it. She doesn't stop though, shrugging her shoulders at both Ellie and Vi.
"Sorry, but your ex is kinda hot. Like, really fucking cute."
"Korra, stop talking." Vi moves to go and greet you. Your eyes light up once you spot her, instantly picking up the pace, almost running into her arms. "Vi!" She hasn't heard you sound so excited to see her in a while, the warm embrace and the joy in your voice stirs up her emotions sending her into a place of pure euphoria.
"You look hot. Advertising for the ladies?" You tease, looking around at the booth sending waves to the other three members. They respond with pleasantries, knowing smirks on their faces. "Yeah, Vi's realll popular with 'em" Sevika taunts, sly smirk on her lips. "Imma take my break." Vi throws her jersey on the table, she doesn't mean to seem so bothered, but Sevika really knows how to ride her nerves.
"But Vi--" Ellie starts as she drags you away from the booth, ignoring the pleas of her friends.
You walk for a while in silence, smile still on your face like you're waiting for her to ask you why, so she does. "What're you doing at the club fair? Thought you hated shit like this." She muses. She cant help the want to touch you, to claim you, especially when you keep getting stared at.
"I joined two new clubs today!" You squeal as you both walk aimlessly down the quads busy sidewalk, "Which ones?" "Well I have tryouts for the schools volleyball team and I just joined the writers society today."
Your smile never falters, your veins filled with what can only be described as pure glee. Her heart pounds at the thought of you being in those tight volleyball shorts, the way it would hug your butt, the sight of the sweat rolling down your thighs as you dive for the ball.
She's almost creaming her pants just from the thought. "What made you take that up?" She drapes a protective arm across your shoulders, eyes darting to the group of males walking towards you. You don't seem to notice, just happy for the attention as you grip her hand in yours. "I played in high school but stopped 'cause I didn't have any friends on the team, so I thought it would be something fun to take up again. And I love writing so that just seemed like a no brainer."
She notices the way your expression becomes bittersweet as you explain your past. Shes never noticed how you never really talked about it and if you did it was always the bare minimum.
You had a couple friends in high school, neither interested in sports, and the girls on the team weren't so nice. They were type to purposefully exclude you, bully you if you ever messed up, dump your gear in the trash and watch as you fished it out. Typical mean girl stuff.
You never talked about it because to you it was embarrassing. In all four years of high school you only managed to be known as a good setter, and even then it was rare anyone remembered you long enough to compliment you on it. You always imagined Vi to be this popular rebel that would have bullied you, so you never told her, terrified at the thought of her judging you.
"Plus, you and Mel both have your things, so I thought it would be nice to find mine."
She hums in response, giving your shoulder a supportive squeeze. "I'll come to your games and cheer you on if you make it."
"Imma hold you to that Vi."
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Later in the week when you found out you made the team she was one of the first people you called, excited ramblings and cheering filling her ears. "I fucking did it! You're looking at the best goddamn setter Piltover will ever fucking see!" You yelled at her through her phone, squeals of happiness following right after.
"Im so proud of you dollface. Wanna do something to celebrate?"
The line goes dead, her head spins. You have no reason to reject her, you both hang out almost everyday. Nerves shake her, quickly she adds, "Unless you're busy already." She clutches the VI (6) pendant around her neck, her newest nervous habit. "Uhh actually, yeah, Mel asked to take me out first. Sorry, baby."
Do you notice that you said it? She catches the mistake instantly. Baby. You called her baby. Its been such a long time since she's heard it. God she missed the way it used to roll off your tongue, all sweet yet seductive. "Thats fine, maybe I can take you out tomorrow ?" She doesn't draw attention to it, if she does you might never say it again.
"yeah, Im free." You hang up a few seconds later, citing Mel calling you back as the reason. She drops her phone with a plop, sighing as she fights against the jealousy that creeps into her veins. Her rational mind knows Mel is just your friend, but a small bit of irrationality nags at her.
A few hours go by yet she cant seem to shake the feeling of lust that has taken her hostage. This whole baby thing really shaking her up. She tried to ignore it, working out in her dorm, playing online video games but it all amounted to nothing. She knows what she has to do, knows its the only thing to quench her thirst.
Shes been getting herself addicted to you lately. Always in your room, whether shes invited in or not. Its hard to resist breaking in when the door is never locked, like her own personal invitation into your world. Not only is it a single--no roommate to have awkward conversations with--but its far from the elevator, tucked away in the corner of the hallway that almost no one goes to. If you can hear any noise, its muffled, barely audible.
Shes up in seconds, peeking her head out of her room, checking to make sure no one else is in the hallway. The coast is clear. She knocks, no answer, her fingers gently nudge the knob, when it gives under the pressure she lets out a breath she doesn't know she's holding. She inhales the smell of your room, it captures her, letting her lungs fill with you.
Its as special as its owner, so magnetic that it draws you in, keeps you on your toes, holds you hostage. She finds herself spending almost all her free time here, cuddling in your blankets, doing homework, fighting the ever growing urge to hump your pillows.
Thus, she starts her near weekly ritual, when she can no longer take the arousal that builds up from always being around you, when her thoughts turn depraved, she waits until you're gone, she breaks in, going straight to your hamper thats stationed at the corner of the room, pulling out the first pair of panties that catches her eye.
Shes slow as she crawls into your bed, never rushes--cant make any mistakes that would cause her to get caught, hands dipping into her sweatpants, finding the hole in her boxers so she can play with the bundle of needy nerves that beg for her attention.
Sometimes she thinks she's a dog in heat. She whimpers your name, bucking against her fingers while she imagines they're your face. So pretty, drinking all of her juices with a love drunk look on your face.
Her eyes are glued shut as she grinds harder, smelling your soiled pair of panties with her left hand as her fingers squelch deeper. She doesn't stop, "C-call me baby again."She mewls out, body shaking, overstimulation gripping her.
She doesn't realize that she's moaning out loud, voice hoarse as she rocks her hips in stuttering motions.She knows she shouldn't, that it could look real bad if someone were to hear the noises coming from her, or worst, alert you to them. The thought of you catching her like this is enough to force her body over the threshold. She lets out one more pornstar moan before her orgasm rips through her.
Quiet gasps and breathless pants fill your tranquil room.
She falls forward, collapsing into your pillows with a thump. She tries her best to clean up your bed, fixing the sheets, but she doesnt wipe off the flecks of her libido, that accidentally slipped from her fingers.
She heads for the door, hands curling around the black lace, giving it one last sniff before placing them back on top of the hamper.
Once she's done, she leaves like she was never there, the evidence barely noticeable, but she knows and thats all that matters.
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You and Mel have been friends for years, since the day you met her in your freshman (her sophomore) year of high school. She was your first friend...ever... and she treated you like you were her only friend ever. You both had this special bond as two former gifted kids who were so exhausted of carrying everyone else's expectations on their backs.
You truly grew to love Mel like a big sister, always there with advice and warmth whenever you needed it. Obviously you did the same, but it felt so special coming from Mel.
When she found out you were dating Vi she almost immediately asked you if you knew what you were doing. "Um, I guess." Was all you replied, a goofy smile planted on your face.
You always guessed she knew more than she was letting on thanks to that uneasy grimace she gave you whenever you brought up Vi.
"What are you not telling me? I know she's in some of your classes, what have you heard?" You asked one day over lunch. Mel almost spat out her salad as you stared her down, suspicion written all over you. "I-I just heard she's a player, but since she started seeing you she hasn't gone for any other girls." She's honest, though she doesn't know if that last part is true.
Maybe she too was a people pleaser, too scared of ruining your first ever relationship. Maybe thats why she listened to you talk about the good and the bad, yet never told you, "you deserve so much better than her." like she was dying to.
Still, you were happy, and thats all that mattered to her.
The day you and Vi broke up she was your one phone call. Your first ever lesbian heart break and you weren't taking it well, and she didn't think you would ever recover. It broke something in her, seeing you so depressed. Once classes started she was sure you would pull yourself back together long enough to enjoy the start of your junior year, yet she watched you ignore the festivities in favor of hiding under the covers.
Once you started taking your power back she was elated, so much so that she paid for your shopping trip as a treat.
And now here you are, sitting in a small restaurant off campus to celebrate you making the volleyball team. absentmindedly chewing on your straw as she eyes you, worried about what your answer to her next question might be. "Sweetie? Are you seeing Vi again? I've been hearing some rumors from the girls I tutor and--" She stops, green eyes trained on you.
It causes you pause, you start to stammer, clearly caught off guard and embarrassed. "Uh, well...we're just friends right now, but I don't know." Your answer makes no sense, but you weren't sure of how you felt for Vi either.
You knew she was bad for you, but you weren't a saint in your relationship either. Still the way she dumped you hurt. It broke something inside of you, something she thought was still being fixed. "So you don't talk for like, what, a month and now all is forgiven?" She's staring daggers into you and you start to fold in on yourself. Her voice is cold, so judgmental.
"Its not like that." You mumble eyes never meeting hers as her fists slam on the table, causing some patrons to look over. "Then what the hell is it like? I was the one who had to pick up your shattered pieces while she was galavanting around with Caitlyn! I just cant believe you would be so stupid and take her back."
She can see the way her words hit you, watches as your face slowly morphs into one of hurt. She regrets the way her words have pained you, but she doesn't take them back, she believes every word she's said.
"And here I thought my best friend was taking me out to support me." You sigh, moving to get up. She grabs your hand, guiding you back to your seat. Your brows are still furrowed, your nostrils still flared, yet you hate fighting with her, so you stay.
Shes always been used to you being so malleable, going with anything anyone ever said, always the kind of pushover whose whole self concept could change with one ill advised suggestion. Shes shocked when you push back, "I know that its not smart, okay, Mel? I know! But I need you to trust that I am no longer a damn child and can handle my own fucking emotions."
Shes never seen you so angry, well, at least not at her. "I-Im sorry. Its just I dont want to see her hurt you again. You just got to a good place."
You sigh, sitting back down, you had to admit you saw where she was coming from. Youre not sure you 100% trust Vi, its just nice to rekindle something that was recently broken, have a little fun while you figure yourself out. "Promise to just trust me? I know what Im doing, and if it ever gets out of control I'll leave." You stick out your pinky half expecting her to reject it, not one for childish gestures, she usually takes you at your word.
Instead, she hooks her finger with yours, surprising you both. "I trust you." Her word is final, yet she cant shake the uneasy feeling that still lingers.
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On Thursday you find yourself tucked away in your homework, scribbling with a bit of gusto. You have your first ever practice later and you cant shake the anxiety that arises within you. You try to calm yourself down, take your mind off of it as you move stray pieces of hair from your face.
"Hey~" Grayson greets you as she sits down in front of you, dropping her book bag in the empty seat next to her. You have to admit you're pretty bewildered. You didn't think Grayson remembered you, let alone wanted to talk to you after the events of the party two weeks ago. She held this lazy smile on her face, head resting in her palm.
Grayson was pretty well known, the captain of the hockey team and a well known panty wetter. She was a bit mysterious but had a good heart from what you could tell. "You never called or texted me back" She jokes and you feel your heart stop a bit. "Sorry, I just made the volleyball team and things are getting serious." You leave out the fact that once she left you at the party you fucked your ex in the upstairs bathroom and are now in a confusing state of limbo with her.
"Volleyball? I mean you certainly have the legs for it." She flirts eyes ducking under the table to dramatically gaze at your thighs, earning a small laugh from you. "Grayson are you flirting with me?" You ask the obvious, sly smirk appearing on your lips.
"Would it be bad if I was?"
"I mean, I wouldnt have a problem with it."
"Who would ?" Your mind wanders to the redhead who comes over every now and again, who follows you around sometimes, who guards you like a dog, bucking at anyone who dares even look your way for too long. Vi might have a problem.
"I can't think of anyone." You feel like she's testing you, and maybe she is. With a disarming smile like that you would tell her your social security number if she asked you. "Good, wouldn't wanna step on anyones toes." You know she's not dumb, she's alluding to Vi, yet you make no moves to confirm nor deny.
"So, did you come over here to ask me out finally or are we just going to keep doing this whole cat and mouse thing?" You ask, trying to steer the conversation away from Vi, even though it was never explicitly about her. "And which am I? Cat or mouse?"
"I could see you holding a block of cheese." She erupts into laughter like you're a damn comedian. She regains her cool, "Actually, I was wondering if you would like to come to my game, its the first one of the season so its kinda a big deal."
"Id love to!" She looks slightly taken aback at your enthusiasm, drumming her fingers against the wooden table top. "Perfect. Ill get you tickets as soon as I can." With that she's up, "I gotta get to my lecture, but Ill catch you later. Maybe try texting me back for once?" Her figure disappearing from your eye line.
You sigh heavily, biting on the end of your pencil, trying to quell the onslaught of dirty thoughts that flood your head. Your brain hyper focusing on the way her muscles bulged from underneath her gray top, how meaty her thighs and ass looked in those jeans. God what you wouldnt give for just one night in her bed.
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One thing you need to know about Violet Lanes is she hates to lose. Another is she's deeply possessive of anything, or anyone, that is or once was hers. Growing up she was constantly chastised for not being able to share, a problem she carries till this day.
She likes to blame it on growing up in the foster system and then landing herself in and out of juvie for most of her adolescence, still at the age of 22 it should be something she's outgrown.
But she's not too angry at her selfish ways, it protects her.
Hockey season starts in a few days, all of the work she's been putting in finally coming to fruition. Vi cant help but think of you finally sitting in the student stands cheering her on again, her number painted on your face, waving a sign that says her name. Oh, how she would die to see you present yourself as explicitly hers again.
Vi<3: Where are you ?
You: Library .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.
She practically runs over to the main buildings library, excitement coursing through her veins, though the closer she gets the more it fades into anxiety.
She's carrying three tickets, one for you, one for Powder, one for Ekko. Her thoughts are cloudy. What if you don't wanna come? What if you think she's moving too fast? I mean sure you've had a good time recently but that doesn't erase the pain she caused, doesn't erase the feelings that once drowned her.
She carries on as she pushes the door opened, keeping the tickets tucked away in her pocket for safe keeping. She forms a plan of attack, she has to make sure theres no possible way for you to reject her. Her heart probably couldn't handle it.
She walks up slowly, the sun bathing you in its golden glow. "Whatcha working on?" She asks startling you a bit. "Trying to find the radius of this circle." You sigh, she grabs your book from you, scanning the problem, "You forgot to change this to a negative, and this whole equation is wrong." She sits beside you, hot breath tickling your neck as she erases the problem.
The close proximity shouldn't be as thrilling as it is, she's just helping you with precalculus, yet you cant help the way your body takes to her, breathing in her woody, musky scent as she explains. You're not listening, too busy watching the way her lips curl over every word, eyes trained on the scar on her upper lip that her tongue comes out to wet every now and again.
"Do you get it ?" She asks as she looks you deep in your eyes, your faces are oh so close and you can practically taste the mint gum that she's chewing. Your eyes cant keep their focus too busy staring at her lips, she smirks once she catches on. "Do you wanna kiss me dollface?" She asks, and you nod.
She dips her head towards your lips, planting a chaste kiss on your plump lips, smiling as she pulls away. "We uh...we shouldnt right?" You ask, unsure on if you were ready to cross that line, she was though. Shes been dying to. "What harm would it do? Friends kiss all the time."
You cant help the way she makes you feel, cant help the way her voice entraps you in its charming castle of hope. You leave your stuff unattended while she drags you further into the back of the library. She pushes you against a dusty bookcase, shes looking at you with such a strong mix of genuine love and lust, but you dont catch it.
Instead she smashes her lips onto yours. The kiss is so feverish like you both haven't touched in years when its only been about two weeks. You wrap your arms around her neck as hers run themselves around your body, squeezing anything they touch. You fingers pull at the back of her hair, making her gasp in pleasure. At this point your ticket is long forgotten, doesn't even remember that they're waiting for her.
She tries not to think about who taught you to kiss so passionately and instead enjoy the kiss for what it is; you giving yourself to her. You suck on her bottom lip a little, running your wet muscle along it as her tongue explores your mouth. Neither of you can help the soft moans and groans that come from you. She pushes your legs open with her thighs, grinding her knee into your pussy.
The moment is cut short by your alarm going off, you break away to turn it off quickly. "Fuck, Ive gotta go, practice." You lick the excess moisture from your lips before fixing yourself. "Thanks for that." You start walking away from her but she stops you, "wait I wanted to ask you something--"
"Oh, uh, text it to me? I really gotta go, cant be late for my first practice." You run off as she slides down the bookshelf, heart breaking a tiny bit.
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After that fail she's pretty much sulking for the rest of the day. At practice she's quiet, still doing some of her best work on the ice, but she doesn't join in on any wise cracks, doesn't even respond to any of Sevika's jabs.
"You good?" Korra asks passing her a gatorade bottle which Vi accepts but doesn't answer the question, too deep in thought of how much she fucked up. "She's probably sad that her ex is going to the game to cheer for Grayson and not her." Sevika proposes while chugging water.
Vi cocks her head in confusion, the statement ripping her from her own mind "What?", Sevika returns the puzzled look. "Grayson said she invited her? I thought you knew?" Sevika shrugs as they all file into the locker room, beginning to change out of their gear.
"Why the fuck would I ask if I knew that?"
"I don't know, you're not exactly the brightest--"
"Vi, chill. Just go ask Grayson yourself." Korra interjects but all Vi can see is red, veins filling with anger fueled adrenaline. She didn't even know you and Grayson even spoke after that night, and she would have definitely remembered that information.
She stomps over to the bench where Grayson is sitting, foot kicking the bench where Grayson is pulling off her jersey, sweat trailing down both of her arms, "You invited Y/n to our game?" Vi asks, voice laced with venom. Grayson doesn't seem at all bothered, "Is that a problem?" she replies, breathless. "She's my ex." Vi counters, like its obvious. "I thought you were fine with it. You said you guys were over and done with." She looks up at Vi like she knows she's gotten the better of her. Her fists ball up, temper rising as she looks Grayson in her eyes.
She places a hand on Vi's shoulder only for her to shrug it off, body tense, tongue darting out to trace the scar on her upper lip. "I had no idea it would be such a problem. Sorry, I asked first." Grayson shrugs.
The room is so silent, all eyes on the scene before them. Theres no way she can continue this conversation without ending it punching Grayson in the face. Like who does she even think she is? What happened to girl code?
She knows sports politics, she may be the star player but Grayson was team captain and had a lot more influence than Vi did. If she let her temper get the best of her, she could be benched for the game, hell, the whole season.
"Whatever." She's becoming painfully aware of her surroundings, the surprised eyes that linger on her form. Her mask is slipping, the insecurity bubbling to the surface. She grabs her duffle bag, pushing past the other girls on the team on her way out.
Her mind spins as she hunts you down, asking anyone who sees her if they've seen you. Finally, she's in front of your dorm, she knocks, once, twice, three times, and on the third knock you answer. You've clearly just gotten back from practice yourself, knee pads still on, shorts hugging your lower half and long sleeve white top. "Whats up Vi?" You ask, not letting her in, still she imposes on you, almost knocking you over in the process.
She breaths, she wants to do this right, but she really sucks at hiding her annoyance, "Grayson invited you to our game tomorrow?" She asks flat out, you don't immediately catch the irritation in her voice, instead you were truthful, "Yeah, she asked me on Thursday, slipped them under my door this morning." You went to your desk handing the envelope to her, she practically ripped it open to see the two tickets staring back at her, a hand written note accompanying them.
See you there cutie ;)
-- Grayson
"I thought it was nice, I was gonna give one to Mel." You're acting as though theres nothing wrong, because to you there wasn't. You didn't think that she took your library make out session as anymore than a lapse in judgement, something that happened.
"Huh. So what are you two? A couple?" Jealousy lacing her voice.
Your face crinkles into a grimace, "No? I barely know her, its just one date." . She cant lie, she's starting to get pissed off, and your flippant attitude to everything seems to be confirmation that you really are trying to move on. "Yeah, one date turns into two, next thing you know you're getting married and popping out giant babies." She exaggerates, and you scoff at her.
"Violet, are you jealous?" She cringes at you calling her by her first name, makes her feel like she's in trouble. She's guarded, yet you keep pushing, "What the fuck do I have to be jealous of? If she wants my sloppy seconds she can have them." Her eyes widen at the sentence that slipped from her lips, your face is covered in shock, "Whats that supposed to mean Vi?" You're on the defensive, its not how she wanted this conversation to go.
"Fuck, Im sorry, I shouldn't have said that." She sits down next to you, as you turn away from her, "Listen, what if you just tell Grayson that you wanna be my guest and come cheer me on." She tries to coax a yes out of her, have you finally see it her way.
"Why would I do that Vi? She already invited me." You don't see the problem, its not like you cant cheer for them both. Your body is unreadable, a cross between angered and slightly amused.
She grunts in frustration, you're just not getting it and its getting hard to hide her temper, "Jesus, don't you know how this makes me fucking look? Its so embarrassing."
"Oh so now Im embarrassing you?" You face her, eyes welling up, yet she doesn't stop. "Yes ! You're acting like a desperate puck bunny over a bitch that cant even make a goal if it was right in her fucking face."
Her words sting, "Thats what you think of me?" She stays silent, and its all the confirmation you need. "You've fucked like half the girls on this campus." You spit back at her, poison consuming you, trying to point out the irony of it all. "Thats not the same thing, none of those girls were your teammates."
"I don't fucking care Vi! Im not gonna blow off Grayson because you're so insecure about what your hockey friends think" Your words cut deep, like the sharpest knife she's ever taken to her skin. She craves to cut you back, "Fine, guess I'll just invite Caitlyn, she's been dying to see me anyways." She counters. She sees the flash of pain cross your face, the name must have stabbed you. Just the way she likes it.
You scoff, gathering her items, "Cool! I hope you have a fantastic time!" You push her bag into her arms as you herd her out of the door, slamming the door in her face.
She stands there, stunned for a few moments. You've never reacted like that to her before. She walked down the hall slamming her own room door shut as hot, angry tears spilled from her eyes.
That didnt go how she wanted at all.
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Its game day, finally.
You and Vi have been avoiding each other like the plague, if you're both in the same room you will ignore her like she's not even there. If you were honest, hearing her call you puck bunny to your face hurt you, but also validated you. Vi was jealous!
You've known Vi to be this very guarded and extremely stubborn person. She cares so much about how the world perceives her, especially those who she holds in high regards, and she hates to be seen as vulnerable. She also hates to lose. She's always seen you as a prize to be won, even she was courting you back then.
It seems she's returned to old habits.
You're sitting in the stands as the puck drops and both teams race to score, your eyes search for Grayson, landing on Vi every once in a while. You can hear Caitlyn screaming Vi's name and cheering her on, it infuriates you. "Does she really have to be here?" You whisper to Mel "Are you jelly?~" She jokes, "Please, I don't give a fuck who Violet dates."
"Seems you care a lot." She hums and you give her a pointed look, she doesn't take it seriously, instead she laughs in your face.
On the ice Vi is off her game, all she can think of is you. How you're sitting in the stands, with another persons number on your cheek, cheering someone else on. She tries to score, hitting the puck watching as it gets intercepted by the other team, "Vi! Get it together!" Sevika yells at her as she skates past her to retrieve the puck. Her eyes wander to the stands, right where you and Mel are sitting, she's distracted.
Suddenly her body is met with the coolness of the ice beneath her, another player slamming into her. The whistle sounds as she writhes in pain. You stand up to get a better look, eyes wide with concern. "Is she gonna be okay?" You can't hide the fear that leaks out of you, lip trembling. The coach wraps a protective arm around her as the commotion dies down, "Look, she's fine." Mel whispers, her hand dropping from her chest.
She's sat on the bench, ice pack on her shoulder for the rest of the game. You are so bad for her playing. She cant help pinpointing your encouraging voice out of the tons of students that are whooping and hollering. The end of game buzzer sounds and she sees the team has won, no help from her. She sighs, ready to get chewed out for playing the same as a soggy noodle on the end of her stick--Sloppy, uncoordinated, and distracted.
"What was going on with you Vi?" Caitlyn asks as she meets Vi outside of the team locker room. "I just had a lot on my mind." She confesses, rubbing the pain in her shoulder. Her eyes instantly focus on you once you round the corner, she wants to make you jealous so she turns her attention back to Caitlyn. "How are you feeling now?"
"Im good, it just caught me by surprise, thats all." She's trying to sound cool even though the pain is eating at her, nothings broken according to the nurse who took a look at her, she just has a bruised shoulder and pride.
"Glad you're good Lanes." Its a quick confession as you walk past her going to the front doors to meet Grayson, she replies with a toothy grin "Thanks!" Getting hurt was probably the best thing to happen to her.
Caitlyn steps closer to snake her arm under Vi's breaking up the moment. You look at Vi, her brows furrowed. "Hey Cait." You smile, its fake, she can tell, but she shoots one right back at you. "Are you coming to the celebration later tonight?" She asks,
You nod, just to get her off your back and end this conversation fast. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Grayson marches out of the locker room, a smirk growing on her as she finds you. Her arm grips your waist, muscular arms claiming you as her own, much to Vi's chagrin.
"You look so cute with my number painted on you." She plants a kiss on your cheek. Before this all you did with Grayson was flirt, you don't know if it was the rush of winning the first game of the season that made her so affectionate, but by the face Vi held it was clearly bothering her.
She turned her attention to Vi who took a tad longer to replace her disgusted face with one of neutrality. "You still up to celebrate with the team right? You took such a nasty hit." She asks, and Vi scoffs. "Uh huh."
"Alright, as longs as you're up for it." Her voice sounds sincere, obviously she has genuine concern for her teammate, but Vi cant help but just hate her.
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The party isnt anything special, the usual dancing, drinking, and drug consumption that youve grown accustomed to, but theres something else there, you feel...electric.
You're alone on the dance floor, house music blasting in your ears as you twirl and grind on strangers. You had so much on your mind, and partying seemed to work for Vi when she needed to clear her head so you decided that just this once, just for tonight, you would drink and party like Vi, nothing spared.
Your eyes snap over to the other side of the room, catching Vi and Caitlyn dancing with each other, they look like they're having fun, like theres no one else in the world but them two. You hurry back to the drink table, taking shot after shot until you can no longer taste the chemical flavoring of the liquor.
The alcohol burns as it hits your stomach, but you push through the pain. Vi would.
As soon as youre even more sloshed than before, youre back on the dance floor, "Youve got some good moves." You hear a voice whisper to you, you can feel their breath lightly brush against the shell of your ear. It causes you to shiver, "Grayson." You sigh smiling up at the older woman. "Ive missed you~" She hums and you cant help the way your mind wanders back to Violet. The differences in the way they both tell you that they miss you, the sincere admission from Vi versus the hungry concession from Grayson.
You push it down, ignore the want in your heart.
You're grinding on her, strong arms holding you as her head dips to sit in the crook of your neck. Your hips sway seductively against her, pulling soft groans from the depths of her throat. "Careful, don't start something you can't finish." Your eyes search for a peek of Vi, instantly you spot her, thanking the gods for her eye-catching red hair.
Your heart drops as you watch her whisper something in Vi's ear, before disappearing upstairs. You grimace, favoring to face her instead. "I'm a big girl, I can handle it" You whisper in her ear. You smash your lips onto her plush ones, hungrily devouring them right there on the dance floor. You don't think to care who might be watching, as long as you get rid of this hurt.
You nibble at her bottom lip, pulling it open with your teeth once she doesn't get the hint. Tongue exploring the new territory, wrapping itself around hers in a messy fight for dominance. Her large hands are cupping and squeezing the fat of your ass, you moan when she delivers a harsh slap to your bottom.
You pull away when the burn in your lungs is too harsh to ignore, a long string of saliva keeping you both tethered. "You make me so wet baby, Ive been wanting to kiss you since we met." She admits, and you think right back to that night. The way your body reacted to Vi's touch, the flashbacks to her having you bent over the bathroom counter, staring at yourself while her fingers expertly maneuvered deep inside you, the things she confessed in your ears as she was fingering you.
"I-Im sorry I need some air right now." You tell Grayson as you break out of her vice grip heading towards the back of the building, grabbing a bottle of tequila off of the drinks table, sipping as you stumbled down the street. You had no idea where you were going, all you knew was it was too suffocating in there, and you needed air.
You're walking down the back roads, taking swig after swig as you try to forget the whole puck bunny ordeal. Not to mention, the fact that Vi is now "dating" Caitlyn.
You try to stamp down the insecurities that arise when you think about how perfect Caitlyn is. Student council member, a member of the archery club, confident and loved by all. The streets start to blend together and you've gotten turned around a couple of times, still you take another drink, stumbling.
Caitlyns perfect for Vi, she's probably never been insecure a day in her life. You chastise yourself for not being more outspoken in the first place, you blame your parents for sheltering you and not properly socializing you. It feels like you're constantly playing social catch up, always 10 steps behind your peers. You take another drink. Caitlyn probably has never felt like this. Gods, when did you become such a sad drunk?
You walk till you cant anymore, falling onto the nearest curb. You dont hear buzz of the party, in fact you can no longer hear any music. Panic sets in as you whip your head around to realize, nothing looks familiar. You whip out your phone, dialing a car service, no one answers. You try again. nothing.
You breathe, thats fine. You call Grayson, no answer. You call again. same thing. Okay, she probably cant hear her phone. You call Mel hoping maybe she could pick you up. No answer. Your breathing speeds up, your chest tight. You feel nauseous and you cant tell if its because of the panic attack that's creeping its way upon you or the amount of liquor you've consumed.
You get up, maybe if you start walking you'll find your way back. It takes all of 5 minutes for you to find out that you, in fact suck, at walking while drunk. You plop down onto the curb, ass touching the cold concrete as you start to cry. One of those cries that come from your guts, that leave you exhausted eyes burning and bloodshot.
Its not just because you're lost, and in a way too tight dress, while your ex parties the night away with the perfect girl for her, who wears the most perfect clothes and has the best body. You cry for the younger versions of you who prayed for freedom, for the you of a few months ago who hated Vi so much yet had no way of getting over her. The you who never let yourself have a personality outside of your friends and girlfriend.
It hurts. It burns. It traumatized you. You never want to feel that pain again, never want to let her have that control over you, but she already does.
You should have just left Vi alone, let that quickie a few weeks before be the end of it, but now youre attached, addicted. Why was it always so easy for her to act like you were nothing, like everything you both shared meant nothing to her? Why did it have to be perfect Caitlyn and not you?
The loud hum of an engine catches your attention, the bright lights of the black motorcycle blinding you. "What the fuck are you doing on the curb?" Vi screams. You place your head in your hands as she puts her bike in park. "I swear to gods you're following me." It comes out bitchier than you expected, though you don't take it back.
"Don't flatter yourself dollface." You roll your eyes at the nickname, "Im pretty sure cupcake wouldn't be too happy with you calling another girl a nickname." She can tell you're drunk off your ass, you're slurring and swaying. "Were you crying?" She asks as she sits beside you, wrapping you in her zip up hoodie, always the gentleman. It smells like her, a deep mixture of musk, firewood and sweat. "Yes, Im so fucking lost its not even funny." Its a soft admission, though you don't mean just your physical.
"You're like a 30 minute walk from the party. How long have you been out here?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just know when I came out here the bottle was full... and now..." You turn it upside down watching as little droplets sprinkle to the ground. She sighs taking a seat next to you. Theres a silence between you, its not awkward nor is it comfortable, its just silent. The sounds of crickets and the autumn wind rushing through trees putting you at ease.
"Im sorry I called you a desperate puck bunny. I was just really fucking jealous. I mean, as soon as we break up now all of a sudden you're everywhere I go. Everyone I know is talking about how gorgeous you are, and it hurts so bad." She's spilling to you, hands running along her shoulders, trying to soothe herself.
You watch her body intently. Vi's body is far more honest than her mouth could ever be. Every time she speaks she's trying to hide something, deflect from herself so she can avoid being vulnerable. You know its probably because of her upbringing having spent time in juvie and the foster care system.
"I miss being with you. I miss us. All I could think about on the ice today was how you were supposed to be there for me, not Grayson." She confesses, hands running through her dark red hair. "I guess I miss us too Vi." You admit, covering your hands with the sweater.
The admission makes her heart skip a beat, it gives her hope. "I broke it off with Caitlyn tonight, it just doesn't feel right."
"Oh wow." You're taken aback, from what Jinx told you, Caitlyn was Vi's first love, someone who pulled her out of the dark a multitude of times. She stiffens. You notice. Its not like she still has the same feelings for Cait as she did when they were teenagers, yet she finds herself hesitating. Not because she doesn't want this, because she does, its just hard to let go of something so...comfortable.
"Yeah, but I think you're worth it.''
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The ride back to your dorm was silent, yet not uncomfortable. You gripped her for dear life, and she found it cute.
Now the two of you were standing in the elevator as you chatted like old friends, like everything was right with the world once again. Shes missed this, missed the genuine smile that she loves.
As the doors open you walk Vi to her door, "Do you want your hoodie back?" You ask and pray that she says no. She gives you that famous smirk, "Clearly you wanna live in it, you can give it back the next time I see you." She laughs, the sound of it sending shivers up your spine. "Or...you can invite me in?" You bat your eyelashes at her, you know she cant resist you.
"Fuck, I thought I'd have to beg." She says before cupping your face in her palms, pulling you closer. You kiss her, trying to undo all the pain that she caused you. The feeling of her plump lips overtake you and causes you to let out a soft moan. The kiss is nothing if not feverish like you both will never be able to touch the other again.
Its like you both are the only two people in the world, so absorbed in yourselves you dont notice when more students step off the elevator and witness the scene in front of them. The sly comments about you both getting a room dont even phase you, as Vi dips her head into your neck biting and sucking on it, temporarily marking you as hers.
"W-we should probably go inside~" You moan as she continues her assault on your neck. She lets go after leaving one more hickey, her fingers fumbling with the lock.
You laugh at her, and she can feel the heat rush to her face. The door swings open, revealing her newest dorm.
Vi’s room is so…her. Her side is covered in rock band posters, a long forgotten electric guitar hiding itself behind a few haphazardly thrown around weights. It's a bit messy, her boxers, jeans, shirts and sweatpants thrown all over the floor like she's constantly getting dressed in a hurry. Its homey. Lived in.
“Sorry for the mess, wasnt expecting company.” She kicks some clothes to the side while youre pulling off your shoes. Your eyes fall onto the other side of the room, someone clearly sleeps on that side, the walls covered in fairy lights with polaroids hanging from them. The bed is made perfectly, and the desk is covered in agriculture textbooks. “Wheres your roommate?” A small part of you believes that its Caitlyn , perhaps that's why she's always floating near her, her presence always noticeable. “Oh Maddie? She's like barely ever around.” Vi comments, pulling you up and onto her bed.
You resume kissing, less intense this time, still the same passion though. You're giggling as she starts peppering kisses against your skin, small praises falling from her lips repeatedly. You both don't even have sex, just spend the rest of your night cuddling and talking about nothing until you fall asleep.
Through all the topics you shift through that night she doesn't bring up Grayson once and neither do you. You plan to call Grayson and end it in the morning. You'll call it a blip, tell her that things are too complicated for you to see her--which isn't much of a lie--and pretend that steamy make out session never happened.
The next day as youre being spooned by Vi, her snoring lightly in your ear, sun rays toasting your bare skin, your phone buzzes continuously, the sound causing you both to stir.
"Turn it off or I throw it out the window." Vi grumbles and you wonder how a student athlete isn't a morning person. "You do it, I have the worst hangover ever." You groan ducking your head under the covers to shield yourself from the bright light coming through the window.
She looks around for your phone and cant find it, next best thing is hers which is also buzzing furiously. She thinks it odd, checking it just to make sure it isn't Powder or someone else important.
---BigbadSev, LgendofKorra, and 9 others tagged you in post by Puckbunnyexpress.
Her brows furrow as she clicks on the notification. The post is big, growing in numbers rapidly. Its from some hockey page that randomly posts highlights, gossip, anything about the colleges hockey players . She's used to being posted there when she's had a good game, used to seeing her face plastered all over it, comments filled with admiration for her. Like her own fan club.
Imagine her surprise when instead of concern for her injury, your face is bright on the page.
Puckbunnyexpress: Piltovers newest volleyball setter is already a hit with the hottest players on the women's hockey team! Lets hope she can leave some for the rest of us lol.
Her mouth runs dry, her stomach plummets. "What the fuck?" Theres video proof of you and Grayson making out at the party, lips locked in a hungry battle. The next slide is of Vi and you making out in the hallways, feverish, demanding.
She doesnt know why it hurts so bad, she knew you and Grayson had your thing, but for the whole world to see you essentially throwing yourself at her, when she was so vulnerable with you last night. You could have said something, could have told her while you were both in bed.
She feels sick.
She runs to the bathroom down the hall, the contents of her stomach falling out of her mouth in chunks. She cant hold it in any longer. Every time she seems to let you in you find your own harsh way out, like you don't wanna be kept. Maybe , she should stop trying. She knows she shouldn't but her body aches to know what the comments are saying, she opens them, and immediately wishes she hadn't.
"Finally Vi gets a taste of her own medicine."
"poor vi :("
"Didnt know piltover girls got down like that lol"
"Wonder whose next lmaoo"
Another wave of sick spews out of her. She just cant believe you did this, after her lowering her defenses you somehow neglect to tell her that you were practically dry humping her team captain? She feels played, like shes the laughing stock of the team and everyone knows now.
It doesnt help that youre still in her bed, sleeping away like this isnt the worst day of her life. She rages, washing out her mouth before stomping back to her room.
She hesitates as her eyes lay on your still sleeping form, but just then your phone pings, the name instantly solidifying what she has to do.
From; Grayson--Call me when you get a chance.
"Get up." shes shaking you rather harshly, and you wake up startled. "Fuck Vi, what time is it?"
"You gotta get the fuck out of here." Tired eyes meet angry blue ones, her nostrils flare, "What? Why?" She tosses her phone to you, the post shining in your face as your eyes try to adjust.
Your color abandons you, draining itself from your face. "Y'know I think what pisses me off is the whole time, I was fucking right!" She yells and you flinch, Vi isnt one to yell at you, before this her voice never went past speaking level, even when she was pissed off.
"Violet." You don't know what to say, you're scared of her temper, scared of her.
"I'm fucking honest with you and you keep lying to me!" Her voice is hushed, tears streaming down her face as she looks at you with betrayal in her baby blue eyes.
"I never lied to you."
"Would you have told me if there wasn't a video?" She's looking at you expectantly, you don't say anything. Playing with the hem of your party dress. "Exactly what I thought."
"Vi this was before you confessed to me, it wasnt my intention to not tell you, I just didnt wanna ruin the moment." You plead but she can barely look at you, too furious, too embarrassed, too heartbroken.
In a scene so familiar, she takes your phone, your clothes, everything that is laying around the dorm room that belongs to you and forces them into your arms. "Violet please." You beg but she ignores you, as she pushes you backwards until you're out the door. It slamming shut in your face.
You take the hint, doing the walk of pure shame back to your room down the hall. Eyes watering as you try to hold it together. Would anyone even care about you if you weren't made to be a meme when you first broke up? Probably not. But you cant change the course of history now.
You're unsure of how to mend this, do you move on or just hope she gets over it? You close the door behind you, pulling your knees up to your chest, low sobs escape you. Your phone wont stop buzzing, yet you cant bring yourself to look at it. It rings and you let it go to voicemail, that all too encompassing depression starting to seep into you.
It rings again, so you ignore it again. It rings a third time and you're annoyed. You don't even look at the name to see who's calling just picking up the phone with choked out "What?"
"Hey, its Grayson."
