I never see any fem vox fics so I am here to request just that!I can't remember really think of a prompt but all I request is that you have a fem reader aswell heehe- thank you :D
𖦹 || It's Different
summary: far from being just friends
pairing: Fem!Vox x Fem!Reader
notes: I might have gotten a bit carried away, so Vox is a gender-neutral name that's why I didn't change it, also if it feels kinda back and forth, its because its intended to be that way
Friends don't look at each other like that. They don't casually look at your lips longer than normal and talk to you so normally as if not noticing how the air around you guys had change by that thing they just did.
They don't just touch your waist and let their hands linger for longer than it should be. Not on your thighs either.
No one just 'platonically' kisses their friend's lips just because they liked the color of your lipstick and wanted to try out the color for their lips themselves.
Friends don't act like that.
They really don't.
At least, you think they don't.
This problem has been bugging you for months with no end. It was subtle at first. Just her hands that linger for a second longer, smiles that was much different from the usual that you were used to.
Her smile seems to always almost reach her eyes from how big it was, it takes up half of her screen. Vox smiles as if she's sure that everything is in her favor. There wasn't a doubt in her eyes about that.
But when she smiles to you, it was different. It wasn't that she wasn't sure. It was just there was something in the way that she looks at you that makes you squirm in your place. There was something in her gaze that reminds you of want. As if she was a predator looking at her prey.
Then came the more intimate touches. Instead of holding you by the hands, she holds you close by your waist. You wouldn't have been bother if she was hugging you. But every time she wants you close, she pulls you by your waist instead of your hands.
Every time the two of you sit together, which was all the time because she always sits close to you, her hand will always be on your thighs. Not for a moment but all throughout the time you two are sitting.
Vox will draw circles on the exposed skin of your thighs with her thumb but then switch it up with massaging the muscle. Her hands always will ride up to your inner thighs as time goes on.
It never fails to make your heartbeat faster.
It never fails to make you nervous.
It never fails to make you squirm.
It never fails to make you want more.
It never fails to make you want it to get much higher—preferably somewhere deeper.
"Is there something on my face or are you admiring?"
Vox's teasing voice cuts through your train of thoughts. You blinked a couple of times, confused, and realized that you were indeed admiring/staring at her for a few minutes now. Blush creeps up your neck and to your face before you looked away and downed your drink.
"Th- There was... something on your face."
You mumbled as you avoided meeting her eyes. Vox hums and tilted her head before she scoots closer to you. Softly, she grabbed your chin and turned your face to her, a smile still displayed on her screen.
"Well, why don't you wipe it for me? If it's not too much to ask for of course."
Her voice went a notch deeper, and it sent shivers down your spine and to your core, making you close your thighs together.
And was it you, or is the room getting pretty hot?
You meekly nodded, and she hummed in satisfaction. Vox didn't let go of you but instead moved to cup your left cheek. You knew that you were blushing and know that she sees it. The dim room filled with disco lights can't hide that from her.
Slowly, your hand came up to her screen, fingers faintly touching them as you pressed them softly on her cheek and wiped the corner of her lips. Your eyes went up from her lips to her eyes, to see that she's been staring at you.
You blushed once more and was about to look away but stopped when she leaned close, her eyes flicking down to your lips and staring there for a second. You tried to still your racing heart because you damn well know that she can feel it. She definitely does with her chest pushed against yours.
Their just extra fat on a body but the thought of her boobs against yours made you feel hot all over. She made you feel hot all over.
Though the music around you were loud as the bass' thump loud, it felt too silent for you. The two where you were quiet as the two of you take turns on looking at each other's lips. Vox smirks while you licked your lips.
"So, I uh-"
Her lips were on yours before you can finish your sentence. A surprise moan left your lips as her hands went down to your hips while she crawled forward and on you, pinning you down on the dirty bar sofa.
Slotting her hips between your thighs, you both moaned at the same time. Your hands coming up to hold ger shoulders for support. Your tongues dance with each other for dominance, but Vox ultimately won once her thumb brushed against your nipple through your clothes.
It pulled a moan out of you, and she hummed in the kiss at the sound. You sound so adorable.
Pulling away for air, the two of you stared at each other, eyes droopy from the kiss while you both catch your breath. Your hands moved from her hips to the plump of her ass. Vox didn't seem to mind, not when she's focused on your lips while she draws circles underneath your chest.
"Are friends supposed to do this kind of things??"
Vox chuckled at that as she moved to press herself to you. Not once did the two of you care that you guys were in a public bar. That any sinner can see you both. She then moved to whisper to your ears seductively.
"Darling, I think were pass that stage."
oh? let's try that again
𖦹 || It's Different
pairing: Fem! Vincent aka Veronica Whittman x Fem!Reader
summary: are you guys really just friends?
note: guys I feel like he would be a Veronica, do you guys agree?
Ever since you've known Veronica, you've never questioned anything about your friendship with her. For most your life, she's been that one friend that you can talk to about your problems.
From the simplest things like your project to the private things that no one was supposed to know. She knows them because you feel comfortable to tell her, because you trust that much.
Veronica has been that friend that you could find comfort in. The happiness and joy that only she could provide. The confidence that you lack with that only she could bring out of you. That feeling that women describes when they talk about their boyfriends and husbands.
You didn't much of it. You and Veronica were just much closer than other friendships. The two of you were friends, best friends, obviously.
"Oh! Ver, I heard you got accepted in the MJM Studios. Congratulations!"
You cheered as you hugged her arm and shook gently in joy. You've heard her talk about wanting to get a job for that specific company for quite a while now, so it was such a surprise to actually hear it happen.
"Thank you, Sweetheart."
"You're welcome! Come by my family's house later, my Mama will cook you your favorite dish."
"Oh! Well, I can't say no to that. Your Ma has got to be one of the best cooks I know. I can't afford to miss that."
An amused chuckle left you as you nudge her with your hips while the two of you continue to walk through the sidewalk of the center city of Virginia. She as always will walk you to your job in the excuse that it's on the way to her job when in reality they are both at the opposite direction.
You've tried to protest about it for many times now but not once were you successful. So, you just let her do as she like.
Knock.
Knock.
The mahogany door opened and at the other side Veronica sees you with your hair pinned back with some clips, you had a cute apron on that she couldn't help herself but blush. You looked cute like that. Adorable.
"Oh, Ver! You're here already? Mama, Veronica is here!"
"Veronica, dear. Congratulations on getting the job!"
"Ah… Yeah, thank you Ma."
Slipping her sandals off and grabbing the blue slippers that is for her—bought by your mother for the many times that Veronica stayed in your house. She followed you through the kitchen, as she let you take her bag and put it on the living room.
"So, I've heard that you got accepted. What did the first day feel like?"
You questioned her as the two of you joined your mother in the kitchen. Veronica herself have an apron on, a matching one with yours aside from the color.
"It was great. A little nerve-wracking, but when the camera was pointed to my direction, I didn't feel any ounce of anxiety. It was exhilarating.
Veronica answered with a big smile in her face. And as always, while she tells you something, her arms move in sync with her story. A chuckle left you as she mentions about the shark that was owned by the studio.
For a woman, she was more of a fan of sharks than a man would be about them. It was captivating to see her talk so highly of something that interests her. Even man of the same interests as her couldn't much her of that. It made you wonder how she
thinks of you
How she would talk about you with other people.
Would it be the same way?
Would it have the same joy and warmth, that fondness and appreciation when she talks about you?
"Can you hand me the salt, my dear?"
Your mother cuts through your train of thoughts, you quickly hand her the salt and focused on making the side dishes with Veronica, who eyed you in confusion, you could tell that she noticed you spaced out even if it's only by a few seconds. You gave her a smile before you returned to your task at hand.
"Do you know… how to umm…"
Veronica turned to you, brows furrowed as she didn't hear the rest of what you were saying. You looked embarrassed, red like a tomato, looking away from her and fiddling with your thumb.
"Know how to what?"
"…ki….ss.."
"How to kiss?"
At the mention of the word you tensed up, your flustered state not cooling down, and nodded before looking away. Veronica smiled as she scooted closer to you, the bed dipping and squeaking from the movement.
"Why are you curious?"
"It's.. It's… Nothing really, just… I want to be prepared and not let down my lover in the future."
You mumbled as you grabbed your pillow and buried your face on them to hide it from her. She chuckled in amusement. You looked so adorable like this, flustered red in your pajamas. Veronica shifted to sit in front of you and then too the pillow from your hold to see your face.
"Well, how about I teach you?"
"What?!"
"Yeah, I mean… you can't really improve unless you have experience."
"The- ah… How will we do that?"
"We'll try it out ourselves."
"…Is that alright?"
"Yeah, I mean we're just friends, right? I don't think it counts."
Right. It definitely didn't count. You guys were friends, just two girl best friends in their bed, practicing how to kiss. There was nothing wrong and bad about that. It wasn't like the two of you have feelings for each other.
Slowly, Veronica leaned close, her nose touches yours pulling out a giggle from the both of you. Then the silence enveloped the two of you once again as the two of you tilted your heads. Lips a hair strand away from touching, you can feel her breath brush against yours.
Your eyes moved from her eyes to her lips, her tongue poking out of them, about to lick her lips. You bit the edge of your lips at the sight before you moved your eyes up once more to hers to see her still staring at your lips.
Her hands moved to cage you against the bed, as they gripped the mattress cover. The curtains rustle, the branches moved from the wind, the water from the courtyard moved through their designated path. Everything was loud, so was your beating heart.
"I-"
Her lips were on yours; it wasn't awkward, it didn't feel wrong at all. It felt just right, like your lips were made to match her. Like her lips were the only thing that fits against yours.
You closed your eyes as you leaned in and returned the kiss, the motions felt right, like kissing was something you've known before.
The two of you pulled away and stared at each other silently, lips parted. Her lipstick smeared on yours, not that you didn't know. But Veronica did, she could see it and she couldn't help but stare at it in wonder. You've always looked beautiful, but seeing you, hair a little messy, a messy mark of her lipstick on your lips made her feel something.
Eyes flickering down right at her lips, you could help yourself. This was normal right? There was nothing wrong about it, right?
And like two ends of a magnet, the two of you slowly moved towards each other once again, this time with just little hesitation.
"Dear! I need you here!"
Your father called from downstairs, his voice knocking you out of the trance. You and Veronica looked at each other and you couldn't help but blush after it came to you what you just did.
You just kissed your friend.
Your best friend.
You kissed her.
Her.
A woman.
You kissed a woman as woman yourself…
…
…
…
But is it bad that it didn't feel wrong at all?
That you didn't mind kissing her specifically?
That you'd kiss her again if given the opportunity.
Flipping through the pages for today's news, Veronica reads the areas that would be poured down by the rain, the city that would experience the sunny bright side the week could offer. The shooting would begin in about 10 minutes and she's familiarizing herself with the information.
Someone poked her shoulder and she turned to see one of the staff point towards a direction, Veronica followed the direction and see you waving your arms with a fake smile.
How'd she knew that?
Because she's Veronica.
She's your friend. Best friend.
Veronica smiled and waved to you, as she walked to stand in front of you. You seem to be troubled, from the constant fiddling of your skirt to the way your eyes seem to dart everywhere else.
"Hi, did you need something?"
"Mhmm, I have some big news I can't wait to share to you later!"
"Really? Is it that big that you cane to my work to tell me yourself in person?"
"Yeah! You'd never believe it. I'll tell you later, over some dinner in Mag's Eatery?"
"Sure. I'm free tonight for that."
"Good… I'll uh, leave you with that. Umm, goodbye!"
"Bye!"
The bell rings as the door of the restaurant opened indicating of someone entering or leaving the place. You turned to look and saw the same short dark brown hair and mismatched eyes framed by glasses. You waved your hand lightly as Veronica sat across from you.
A drink on her side already like yours. She gave you a smile as you did too before the both of you took a sip of your drinks.
"Soooo, what's this big news that you seem excited about?"
"Straight to the point, huh?"
"I'm not that much of an enthusiast of edging someone for the fun of it."
"Right, right. Sure."
She flicked your forehead lightly from your sarcastic comment, pulling a little groan of pain from you.
"No, but really. Tell me what it is?"
"Well, it's um… I'm getting… ma.r..d.."
"What?"
"I'm uh, en..g..d."
Veronica sighed and grabbed your fiddling fingers and stilled and she felt a cold and intricate design beneath her fingers. Uncovering your hands, she saw on your ring finger was a diamond ring. Her eyes flicked up to your face, a surprise expression etched on her own.
You were engaged?
Since when?
She never even heard of you being in a relationship.
Your heart felt heavy, it wasn't you being nervous. It wasn't that it wasn't fear either. You would never be scared of Veronica. Yet you feel your heart being tugged, roughly as if it was being pulled to be ripped out of your chest. It hurts. You didn't like that feeling, not when she looked hurt.
But why?
She should be happy, right?
Veronica's your friend. Friends usually are happy to hear their friend be engaged. Because it usually means that their one step closer to getting a husband.
"Is… uhm, are you alright, Veronica?"
"…When?"
"What?"
"Since when?"
"I- I… I don't know what you mean."
"Why didn't you tell me that you had a lover?"
"It's… sudden, I know. My Dad introduced him to me this morning. He, uhm… is the son of my father's boss. My Dad felt like it was destiny for me and him to be together since we were close in age."
"And you said yes?"
"Well… I mean, I'm getting old.. And it might come a time where it's too late for me to marry so I…"
"You let your father marry you off to someone you don't know, just like that?"
"What?"
"You just let your father decide for you? You let him choose who you'll marry?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"There's many things wrong with that!"
Veronica slammed her palm on the table, attracting the nearby customers, but neither of you cared as the both of you stared at each other. Anger, betrayal, guilt, confusion, hurt, all those emotions were eating the two of you. Biting at your very heart.
"You don't even know the guy! And you just said yes? Do you know how crazy it sounds to say that you just married the person you just met this morning?"
"I'll know about him eventually. We're just speeding the process. You don't need to know someone to love them."
"Love? Do you even know his name?"
"Yes! It's… A- It doesn't matter!"
"It does matter! I can't let you just go off to marry someone just because your dad said so! It matters to me!"
"Well, I don't need you to care about it! It's my decision! I made that decision, I answered yes and I don't regret anything about it!"
"No. You do.”
"Why do you care? I made that decision. Shouldn't you be happy for me? That I finally will be married? Didn't you used to be happy at the thought of that? It's happening now. So… so why are you about this angry? Why do you look so betrayed at the thought that I finally got what I want?"
She paused, lips trembling as her gaze fell to the table, at the dark liquid in her cup that was still moving after the continuous motion of the table. Why did she feel angry about the thought of you getting married to someone else? Why did she feel betrayed that you said yes?
Veronica used to always cheer whenever you mention your dream of getting married, so now that it did come true, why did she feel every emotion other than being happy for you?
"It's… it's because… I.. I.."
It's because what?
Because she couldn't bear the thought of you being with someone else? Someone who wasn't her? Veronica couldn't ever stomach the thought of you marrying someone.
Because she didn't want to see you off with someone that wasn't her.
Hold someone's hands that isn't hers.
Smile at someone that wasn't Veronica.
Veronica didn't want to see you be happy with someone that wasn't her.
To live the rest of your life with someone else.
She didn't want any of that.
But that isn't right.
None of this is right.
She's a woman, and you were too.
It doesn't make sense that she felt like this about you.
Was it because of that?
Is that why she felt so hurt and betrayed at your news?
Is it because…
"You can't… You can't marry him… It's not… It doesn't make sense."
Veronica's voice cracked as she gripped the mug in front of her. Eyes turning glossy as she bit her lips hard it pierced through and drew blood from her bottom lip.
Your worry overpowered the anger in you as you saw blood slid down her lips to her chin. You gasped and grabbed a tissue to wipe it away. And as soon as the tissue brushed over her lips, Veronica held your wrist and kept your hands there.
“I don’t want to… lose you.”
“You’re not going to lose me.”
“I will, eventually.”
Your brows furrowed at that. She didn’t make any sense; how will she lose you? Sure, you’ll get married but that doesn’t make it so that you won’t get to talk or see her anymore. What did she mean by that?
“I… love you.”
What?
You didn’t breathe for a second. Like as if the air in your lungs were taken out so suddenly. Love you? Like a friend, right? Like how you do for her. That’s obviously it. So, your heart should calm down. Veronica definitely meant it in a platonic way.
“I know. It’s hard not to know when you care so much for me.”
“No. No, it’s not like that.”
“What else could it possibly mean?”
“I. Love. You.”
No. That’s not right.
That’s not true.
You’re hearing this all wrong.
“No. That’s not-”
“I’ve loved you ever since we walked through our high school’s door for the first time. I’ve loved you ever since we’ve turned eighteen. Ever since we got our job. I looked at you one day while we were walking back home and though that you looked beautiful as the Sun highlights your feature. Then I started noticing things about you that I normally wouldn't. And they never stop, and I never planned on stopping them. I looked at you every day and think that I would do everything for you. I’ll treat you much better than those boys that asked you out before. I’ve loved you that if I was ever given the chance, I would marry you in a heartbeat. And if ever told to lay my life or lose you, I’ll take my life without second guessing. I’ve loved you and will continue to love you. Because loving you is something that I can’t help but do.”
There was nothing but truth in her words. And you know that. Because Veronica wouldn’t spill her guts out if she didn’t mean it. She wouldn’t look at you like you hold the world, like you are her world. Like you’re the one that hang the stars in the sky just for her to see.
A tingling sensation came from your nose; it ran up and your eyes turned glossy. Because you didn’t feel any disgust from that. But you Ma and Pa seems to do so every time they see something that wasn’t up to their code. And this was one of them. People have always told you that you were an imitation of the both of them. Yet you’re sitting here in front of Veronica, letting her hold your hand like it's her only lifeline. You didn’t feel any fear that she’ll taint you.
You didn’t fear her or feel disgusted.
Because why would you? Its Veronica.
The one that had made you feel more special than any boys that have asked you out in school.
She’s the one that made your heart jump and do back flips.
Veronica’s the one that would burn you to the touch, yet you’ll still hold it, because you didn’t care, because it was her.
That’s why you didn’t mind when she kissed you. You didn’t mind the thought of kissing her again.
It’s Veronica.
But what were you supposed to do?
Cancel the wedding?
Say that you didn’t want to get married, when you so confidently said yes. They wouldn’t take no for an answer. They’ll demand an explanation. And it’s not like you can just say that you change your mind. It’s worse if you say that it’s because you want to marry someone else. Her.
“This… this is wrong…”
You stammered as you pulled your hand away from her hold, your eyes drifting down to the table. You couldn’t look at her; you couldn’t bear to see how hurt she looks. Your hands were trembling. You need to go, because this wasn’t how things should have gone. This was overwhelming, terrifying. You didn’t want your parents finding out about this.
“What?”
“I- I need to go.”
You stood up abruptly, startling Veronica. Your hands were fumbling around as you slammed the money on the table and walked out of the booth. But you didn’t get far as Veronica took a hold of your wrist, stopping you right outside of the restaurant, as the rain pours down on the two of you.
“Where are you going?”
“Home. Away from you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I don’t want whatever you’re saying. This is wrong.”
“Are you blind? Nothing is wrong.”
“There is! What you are feeling is wrong. There’s nothing about us that could have made you feel that way!”
“What, you think that I would so willingly kiss you out of the kindness of my heart as friend?”
“Yes! Because that’s what we are! Friends! Best Friends!”
“Friends don’t look at each other the way we do.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ll rather choose me than anyone else, and do it in every lifetime. Like you’ll choose me than breathe.”
“Well, you’re wrong about that. Because I don’t see you that way.”
“So what? You’re saying that you didn’t feel anything for me these past years? Did that kiss mean nothing to you? Those looks that didn’t look anything remotely close to being friends?”
“Yeah, because you’re nothing but a friend to me.”
“Was it just that to you? WAS EVERYTHING ABOUT US CASUAL?!”
“YES! WE’RE NOTHING PASS THAT!”
It felt like a bucket of cold water had splashed her as the cold reality had slapped her face. Her hold slowly slips away from your hand, as her hand dangle beside her. Her eyes were wide, surprised, hurt and betrayed.
“And I don’t think I want to consider you as my friend anymore.”
“…No. You can’t… You can’t do that.”
“This is goodbye Veronica. I hope to never see you again.”
“Is this seat taken?”
Veronica looks up to see a woman about her age, tad in a cute coat that swallowed her whole with a matching scarf and gloves. Cheeks red, possibly from the cold weather outside. She blinked a couple of times, before nodding.
“Thank you. I didn’t expect it to be this cold outside and for there to be this many people.”
“Really? It’s a pretty normal occurrence.”
“Oh. Is it? I’m pretty new around here, maybe that’s why.”
“I see. What made you move here?”
“College. I got accepted, well… It’s a scholarship, I couldn't let the opportunity go.”
‘And to also get away from my parents.’
Veronica nodded as she took a sip of her hot drink, letting the comfortable warmth the mug provided ran through her body. She glanced at you; a soft and cute smile accompanied the sparkling curiosity of your eyes as you looked through the cafe’s menu.
“I’m Veronica Whittman, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”
“…It’s nice to meet you too Ver.”
You introduced yourself to her, offering a sweet smile to the woman right after you ordered a snack and a warm drink. A warmth bloomed in Veronica’s chest after seeing you smile at her like that, plus you already had a nickname for her after just knowing her name.
“UVA?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Same as you.”
“Really?! That’s great! We can walk there together every day!”
“You don’t even know my schedule, plus you’ll probably have a different one.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll still walk you to your class. So that you’ll have no other choice but to do the same.”
“Getting comfortable now, are we?”
“I don’t know what you’re hinting at.”
The two of you were silent for a second before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, eyes closing as the two of you lean close involuntarily. When your eyes opened, the two of you stared at each other, surprised at the sudden close distance. Both your cheeks blushed as the two of you back away.
“I- uhm… sorry.”
“It’s alright.”
The two of you stayed silent for a minute or two before the waitress cuts through the silence as she put your order down. You thanked her before you tasted your snack first. Groaning quietly, liking the taste of it, Veronica couldn’t help but chuckle at that, causing your cheeks to burn pink.
Right after that, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm of talking. It was as if the two of you had known each other your whole life. Veronica knows what makes your eyes shine and twinkle in enjoyment, you know how to get her interest, what makes her lips turn upright and chuckle. Ignoring the warm feeling coming from your guy's chest. The cafe was just a background to the two of you, a far thing that the both of you couldn’t care about.
The bell in the cafe’s door ring as the door opens and closed, indicating that a customer had arrived or had left the place. A little off the side of the cafe, the two of you stood with your winter clothes protecting you from the cold, your bags on your shoulders and phones out.
“Here’s my phone number. Call me later, okay?”
“Sure.”
Veronica looked at her phone to see that you had already set your name on her phone with hearts. She smiled softly at that before she looked back at you.
“I’ll make sure to call you.”
“Good!”
You cheered, cheeks red from the cold weather, probably, not because Veronica have your number in her phone and that she didn’t mind the hearts you put next to your name. And that she smiled when she read it. You walked up to her before tiptoeing and kissing her cheek. Your blush staying seeing some of your lipstick transfer to her cheeks.
You backed away and waved at her, slowly walking to the direction of the place you’re staying in. Veronica waved back as well, her cheeks slowly turning red from your action.
“I’ll see you around, Ver.”
how are we doing guys. sorry there was an issue with the blog
also Im not going to make a male!vox/vincent ver. of this, its specifically a gl hehe
