streamervi: her streamer name is @/vistandsforviolence
streamervi: her rooms is a fucking mess, the walls are filled with mishmash of posters, stickers and colorful doodles jinx drawn on the wall herself. The floor is a sea of tangled cables, snaking around piles of discarded energy drink cans, scattered notebooks filled with doodles and half-written to-do lists. Her bed is a disheveled mountain of blankets and pillows with one corner serving as a laundry basket for her favorite band tees and worn-out jeans. It 100% stinks in there.
streamervi: set up is even worse, her streaming equipment is scattered across every available surface: a webcam held together by duct tape and hope, a ring light that flickers with an eerie glow, and a microphone that's seen better days. The desk is a minefield of controllers, half-eaten snacks, and sticky notes with hastily scribbled gaming strategies.
streamervi: has the wors wifii, she would probably stream better from a cave in the middle of nowhere.
streamervi: if jinx is home when she is streaming, everytime vi leaves the stream to go to the bathroom or get some snacks, jinx run in her room and takes her place ''hello guys it's jinx again, the cooler sister here to reveal all the dark secrets of vi'' and it would end up with vi wrestling a screaming jinx out of her room ''SHE WET HER BED TILL MIDDLE SCHOOL''
streamervi: she plays dark souls sice she started streaming ad still hasn't finished it (probably destroyed 25 controllers playing it). Everytime she dies, which happens more often than she'd like to admit, she slams the controller down on the desk screaming ''I'm done with this shit man'' but dives back in the game thirthy seconds later with a "alright, Dark Souls, you think you've seen anger? you ain't seen nothin' yet!"
streamervi: she totally cried all her tears playing the last of us and has a crush on ellie always making comments throughout the gameplay ''man she is so hot'' ''look at those arms'' ''if she is not ellie i don't want her''. She giggled watching the dina and ellie couch scene ''get that girl ellie!'' and a second after when she got in a chasing part of the game she bacame an anxious mess ''i want to go back to banging on the couch, i want to go back to banging on the couch''
streamervi: hates horror games but the chat is always requesting them because her reaction are hilarious. Everytime she plays an horror game her hands get sweaty and she secretly lowers her headphones's volume because the soundtrack makes he anxious. She suddendly start reading the chat every two second just for an excuse to pause the game and end up bickering with them
@pinksmasherz ''guys she is scared shitless, she alredy paused 10 time and it's only been 15 minutes lmao''
''you know who was scared? your mom when she gave birth to you'' before literally jumping from her seat ten seconds after and close the game.
streamervi: totally posts thirst traps in her ig stories and brags about the numbers of girls who liked it during her streams. She shows the pictures to the chat and smirks ''bet you losers want to be me so bad''
@sapphicnightmare: ''delulu is the solulu''
@zaunfinest: ''bet she never had a girlfriend in her entire life #vstandsforvirgin''
@getjinxed: ''I'm her sister and i can confirm she is a loser and a virgin #vstandsforvirgin
''Powder get the fuck out of my stream or I'll tell vander you blew up the mcrowave again''
@getjinxed: ''#worstvirginsister
streamervi: who totally has a crush on you since you two got matched up playing valorant. vi was being her usual self, she started talking a mile a minute and cursing at the enemy team as she got more and more worked up. you found her endering so when she complimented you about a skilled heal ''Nice one!" you decied to turn on your mic ''thanks'' she suddendly got into gay panic as she heard your voice and ended up dying
Her chat went wild
@piltiegoth: "very smooth"
@Ekk0:"Looks like she's finally found someone who can shut her up!"
@zaunfinest: "she is totally blushing, what a loser"
@getjinxed: ''#vstandsforvirgin''
''not that hashtag again''
streamervi: who silently sends you a friend request as the game ended. You became a constant in her lives, she always askied you if you were up for a game together even tho her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, visible even through the webcam's glow every time you said something and she stumbled over her words, calling you "dude" one second and then switching to "bro" the next, as if trying to find the perfect term of endearment.
streamervi: when you two finally exchanged ig she was having dinner with powder and vander and almost choked staring at your picture. powder peeked to her screen from where she was seated next to her.
''who is @pixelprincess? wait isn't she that girl you always play valorant with during your streams? the one you've got a crush on?''
powder asked her munching over a chicked wing as vi got red faced
''i don't have a crush on her''
vi said but the words came out high pitched and totally fake
''yeah right, you always try to act cool when she is playing with you lowering your voice and shit, loser''
powder snikered as vi just got even more red and glared at her
''she is totally out of your league sis''
streamervi: who after months of pining after you (even the chat was tired of her loser crush on you) and powder threatening to reveal her baby naked pictures on the internet, finally asked you on a date. you met in a cafe downtown, she was so nervous she ended up talking the whole time and spilling her coffe all over the table. By the end of it she was sure you were going to block her as soon as you got home and never talk to her again. After she insisted to walk you home and you were standing in front of your home she took a deep breath.
''Listen I'm so sorry about the coffee. And the talking. And just… everything. I promise i'm usually not such a mess but i'll understand if you if you'll never want to see me again...''
she started rambling and only shut herself up when you planted a quick kiss in the middle of her cheek
''I liked it''
you smiled at her as her cheeks flushed and she brought a hand over the skin you just brushed with your lips.
''you liked it''
vi repeated as she stood stunned watching you nod your head, your pretty smile never leaving your face. And in that moment she knew she was a goner
streamervi: who the night after she kissed you for the first time, not a kiss on the cheek, not a peck but a proper kiss turned on her stream still high on dopamin from your date just to scream
''LESBIAN WON AGAIN!''
as she stood in front of her screen with her fist raised in the air and a stupid grin on her face.
''are u hearing this guys? sorry to break the news like this but i'm oficcially off the market ladies''
@sevikunt: ''she probably kidnapped her''
@viktorious: ''trolling''
@chadjayce: ''I refuse to live in a world where she actually get laid and i'm still single''
@pixelprincess: cute ♡
@getjinxed: FUCKING FINALLY
vi was staring at your message in the chat with a stupid lovesick grin on her face
violet; 4,711 words; fluff, enemies to lovers, fake dating, hockey!vi, figure skater!reader, wlw, the gays can't communicate, college parties, toxic ex!cait, impulsive!reader, drama as all living fuck, no "y/n"
summary: in which you decide to go to yet another party vi's going to be at. consequences ensue.
a/n: i know its late but its still the 30th in cali!!! enjoy the ENEMIES part of enemies to lovers!!!! <3
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─── Ⅵ IT TURNS OUT THAT Vi does, in fact, remember you. And, it also seems like she’s the type to hold a grudge.
Because three days later, when you’re running through a few off-ice warmups while the hockey team finishes up their morning practice, you distinctly hear her challenging one of her teammates to a race even as everyone else is clearing off the ice.
You groan, dropping back onto the bench and frowning as you start to lace up your skates.
“Great, now I’ve gotta skate on fucked up ice before the mid-day zamboni — really fucking great —”
“Got something you wanna say to my face, princess?”
Your eyes jerk up, and there’s Vi, standing not even a foot from you, her helmet tucked under one arm, her stick in the other, her hair a sweat-slicked mess that somehow still looks infuriatingly attractive. You narrow your eyes.
“Nope. Just… talking to myself.”
“I… don’t think so, sweetcheeks,” she says, taking a few steps forward even as you stand up. Like this, your eyes are barely level, your own skates giving you a solid few inches, but she still manages to look down at you as a smirk twists her lips.
You puff out a breath, feeling a wild thumping curling up your throat as you stare up at her, your fingertips going cold even as heat rushes into your cheeks.
“Fine,” you say, “you’re really that curious?”
Vi shrugs, “I mean, you seem to like dolling out unsolicited opinions so,” she pins you with a harsh look, “What’s another one to add to the collection, huh?”
You stiffen, and for a second, something breaks in Vi’s expression before it melds back into one of caustic curiosity. She looks like a beartrap sprung on a hair-pin trigger, her jaw clenched, her eyes hard.
“Huh, never thought you’d be such a glutton for punishment,” you say, the words dripping from you, slow as poison, and somewhere in the back of your mind, your fight or flight response is telling you that this is a bad, bad idea, but you can’t seem to stop yourself from taking half a step closer, even though Vi’s probably twice your size and can bench three times your body weight — “But then again, you did stay in a relationship with an emotionally manipulative bitch who swapped you out the second she could get her hands on someone better —”
“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything —!”
“Hey, hey!” A pair of large hands yanks Vi back just as she’s about to lunge towards you; another thinner pair of arms loops through yours, tugging you back a few steps.
“You stay the fuck out of this, Jayce!”
“Darling, what on earth is going on?” you turn to find Mel, her cheeks dusted in gold, her hands firm on your arms, as Jayce forcibly wrangles Vi back.
You swallow around the vitriol threatening your lips and shake your head, turning away from Vi.
“Nothing, just… I was annoyed that the hockey team always fucks up the ice after their practices —”
“Oh, you think we fuck up the ice?” Vi’s voice cracks like a gunshot in the vast rink, and several of the other girls from the hockey team have come jogging back, placing their hands on Vi’s shoulders to keep her from steamrollering into you. “You know how much precious practice time we’ve wasted filling up those massive holes you guys leave with your stupid little toe-pick jumps?”
You roll your eyes, anger flaring hot and high in the pit of your stomach.
“Oh, so sorry, didn’t know you guys could still see with the sustained brain damage you all must have from slamming into each other all the time.”
“Fuck you.”
You scoff, twisting back with a viperous smirk.
“In your wildest dreams, six.”
Vi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh… didn’t know you knew my number, princess.”
“It’s written on your face — or have all your previous hookups been so stupid they can’t even read —”
“And what kind of tomfoolery is this?”
Everyone freezes at the sound of Amara’s voice. You bite down on your lips and take a step back as the small, gray-haired woman strides through, her hands behind her back, her chin held high.
“Sorry, Amara — it’s nothing,” Jayce says, jerking Vi behind him as she tries to open her mouth to speak.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” Amara says, her words smooth as a river in spring thaw, and nearly just as frigid.
Guilt creeps up your spine as she scans over the hockey team with marked distaste.
“Perhaps I ought to let Vander know that his girls are once again causing a —”
“Don’t, Amara. It was — it was my fault.” You shake off Mel’s hands and slot yourself between Jayce and Amara, ignoring the the disbelieving snort from Vi.
Amara’s eyes land on you, and for a second, they soften. Still, she tilts her head, eyes sharp as a hawks as you twist your fingers behind your back.
“Your fault, darling?”
You nod, “Yeah, I — I was annoyed that they were carving up the ice, so I — I picked a fight —”
Amara sighs, “Yes… well, I can’t blame you, but you know it’s not good rink etiquette.”
“I know,” you say, hanging your head.
Amara tuts, “As long as you know,” she reaches up to pat your cheek before marching off towards the rink-side boxes to set up the music. Behind you, Jayce releases Vi’s arms with a sigh.
“Martyr,” Vi coughs as she shoulders passed you, flanked by a few of the hockey girls, casting dirty looks over their shoulders before disappearing into the locker rooms.
You close your eyes, take three deep breaths, and then step onto the ice.
“It was an ass thing to say.”
“As long as you know —”
“But I feel like she took it way too seriously, y’know?”
Jayce sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumps down into the booth in the dining commons, shoving half an entire banana into his mouth as he pins you with a look.
“Or maybe, you can just apologize —”
You crinkle your nose, prodding at your yogurt bowl, toying with a spoonful of blueberry flavored granola.
“Can’t you just… like tell her I’m sorry or something?” you ask, pushing out your bottom lip in a signature pout. Jayce only swallows the rest of the banana before digging into a truly dauntingly sized ham and cheese sandwich.
“’m not doing your dirty work for you,” he says, his expression lighting up as Mel slides gracefully into the booth next to you, pressing a napkin into her lap.
“And what’s this about dirty work?” she asks, a teasing grin on her lips.
You sigh, “I’m asking very nicely —”
Jayce holds up a hand, “No, you’re trying to get me to apologize to Vi for you — which basically defeats the whole point of an apology.”
“No! It’s because I know you guys are like… platonic gym soulmates or — whatever —” you wave your hands through the air even as Mel laughs into her salad.
Jayce huffs, “Or,” he catches Mel’s eye, and you feel a distinct spate of unease work it’s way down your spine at the way Mel’s lips split into a devious grin.
“Or?” you prompt, setting down your spoon and sitting back, looking between the pair of them with mounting apprehension.
Mel gently places a hand on your arm, “You could just apologize to her yourself —”
“At the party this Saturday —”
“No — no way —” you put up both hands, “the last time I went to a party with you guys —”
“You got to make out with the hottest girl on the entire hockey team,” Mel soothes.
You bite your lips, eyes cutting down to your lap. You hadn’t told her. You hadn’t told anyone. So far as she and Jayce knew, the only slight against Vi you’d made is calling her ex a ‘manipulative bitch’, which — well.
“Right, and now she hates me.”
Mel sniffs, “You can’t be that bad at kissing. I refuse to believe it.”
Jayce snickers; Mel shoots him a glare. He reaches for the bag of free chips and pops it open with one hand.
“C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? You offer her another kiss to make up for your little tantrum the other day?” Mel asks, flicking a thin, gold-laced braid over her shoulder.
You groan, sinking into your seat as you fold your arms over your chest, weighing the options.
You did feel bad for what you’d said. But you also tried to shield her from what you’re sure would’ve been much worse than what she’d gotten given Amara’s track record of tattling to Vander.
And then, unbidden, comes the memory of Vi’s sultry grin as she’d pinned you against the frat house door, her mouth inches from yours, the solid muscles of her torso pushing against yours as she’d leaned in and —
“— at a sorority house, so the space’ll be much nicer,” Mel promises, turning towards you again, her eyes expectant.
You blink, your mind catching up to her words a second later as you sigh.
“I — sure, fine — but I can’t stay too long. I’ve got Skate America in two weeks —”
Jayce ruffles your hair, “Yeah, so do we.”
You shove his massive arm off you with a half-hearted glare, “Yeah, but I’m not made like you guys. I can’t just literally skate into a podium. I actually have to practice.”
“Oh don’t get all shy now, little miss triple axel.”
“I’ve only landed it twice in practice, and I’m pretty sure one of them was underrotated —”
Mel shakes her head, “And there she goes again —”
“Always so humble —” Jayce adds.
You groan and bury your face in your arms, “Will you leave me alone?”
Mel laughs, “We will if you come to the party on Saturday,” she sing-songs, nudging you with her elbow.
Jayce slings an arm around your shoulders, shaking you slightly.
“And Vi’s for sure going.”
You peak up at him, “How… do you know?”
Jayce smirks, “Cause. Her ex is gonna be there.
You blink.
“Oh.”
Mel pillows her cheek on her palm, tapping her perfectly manicured nails along the table, a Cheshire-grin spread across her lips like warm butter.
“With her new girlfriend.”
You whip around towards her.
“Oh.”
This was a terrible idea, you think, as you step into the sorority house, tugging on the edge of your dress, the hem of which barely skims your mid-thigh, the modest, high-necked front contrasted with the plunging back line that settles in a graceful slope of material just above the curve of your ass.
“Quit fidgeting,” Mel says, slapping at your hand as you try once again to readjust the bottom of the dress.
“I can’t — I feel like I’m gonna flash the world — and it’s a tossup if it’s the front of the back!” you hiss, jerking the hemline of the dress down as it slowly starts to ride up your thigh again.
Mel tuts, “Please, as if this is anywhere near as short as the performance outfits that we have to wear —”
“That’s different!” you insist, reaching out to grab two cups of something and shoving one at Mel, “We’ve got tights on under those!”
Mel rolls her eyes, sniffing at the drink before making a face and dropping it off on a random surface. You take an absent sip of your own drink, gagging immediately at the taste.
“Eugh, oh god what do they put in those?” you ask, dropping your own solo cup on a table as Mel drags you through the shifting crowd.
The party’s already going in full swing, but she’d been right, the space is nicer — wider and less cramped, the ceilings high and the music less abrasive.
“Where’re we going?” you ask, even as Mel guides you towards the heart of the party and somehow manages to conjure up two glasses of what looks like champagne, handing one to you, and taking a sip of the other one herself.
“Finding Vi,” she says, to which you balk, shaking your head.
“Mel!”
She turns with an exasperated sigh, “What?”
“C-can’t we just —” you motion towards the party, “try to have a good time? I mean — maybe she’s not here — maybe she wanted to have a quiet night in —”
“Speak of the devil —” Mel’s face breaks into a grin as she spots someone over your shoulder and you whip around to see —
Caitlyn Kiramman, the veritable goddess of track and field, all dark hair and endless long legs, standing there with her new girlfriend Maddie Nolen, a cute, if slightly awkward girl, with strawberry blond hair cropped in a truly abominable bob-cut.
The room seems to part for them, Caitlyn tugging Maddie forward with their fingers laced, looking not so unlike the Queen of England, followed by her loyal procession of ginger-backed corgis.
You take a few steps back, watching them with raised brows, wondering what on earth Caitlyn might’ve seen in Maddie, given that she’d had Vi seemingly wrapped around her pinky finger just months before.
But then, you see Vi — her expression caught somewhere between hurt and barely scraped together bravado, her fists at her sides as Caitlyn also spots her, approaching with Maddie half a step behind.
“Fancy seeing you here, Violet,” Caitlyn says, her voice carrying over the crowd even as everyone tries to avert their gaze or pretend like they aren’t listening in.
Vi puffs out her chest, “Sure, yeah. Super fancy. What, d’you think I’d be banned from the sorority house or something?”
Caitlyn shrugs, “Something like that.”
Vi narrows her eyes, her knuckles going white, “Sorry cupcake, ‘fraid not even you can keep me from havin’ a good time.”
“So I see,” Caitlyn says. Maddie peers around her shoulder with wide eyes and a shy smile.
“Name’s Maddie, it’s nice to meet —”
“See you’ve already replaced me,” Vi says, folding her arms over her chest, her biceps bulging, the vein in her jaw ticking dangerously as she looks Maddie over.
Caitlyn smirks, “See you haven’t.”
Vi seems to deflate slightly at that, her arms coming loose, “Actually I —”
You find yourself moving before you can stop yourself, pushing through the gathering crowd till you can throw your arms around Vi’s neck, bowling into her with a simpering squeal of —
“Vi! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”
Vi’s expression morphs from one of shock to a momentary flash of suspicion as you meet her eyes and bat your lashes in what you hope is an inconspicuous way before turning towards Caitlyn and Maddie, a 100-watt smile hitched over your lips.
“Oh! And who’s this?”
Caitlyn narrows her eyes, looking you over with an imperialistic eye.
“Caitlyn — Kiramman… pleasure.”
“Oh wow! You’re the — the girl who’s really good at hurdles, right?” you say, even as Vi stifles a laugh at your side, her hand settling around your waist.
Caitlyn’s eyes harden as her lips thin into a pale line. Anyone who knows her would know that hurdles are her worst discipline, and that she’d dropped nearly every single one on her last major competition.
“And I’m Maddie… Nolen. So you must be —” Maddie reaches out, but not before Caitlyn takes your hand instead.
“The Ice Princess — our very own Olympic hopeful. Best of luck to you in the Grand Prix series this year. I heard you had something of a nasty fall early in your season last time… you oughtta be more careful this time around,” Caitlyn says, looking you up and down, even as you smile up at her, blissfully sweet and unbothered. Your cheeks are starting to hurt.
“Oh, don’t worry,” you flap your hand, crinkling your nose as you lean forward, using the motion to reach down and give Vi’s hand a soft squeeze, your eyes pinned on Caitlyn’s as you say —
“I never make the same mistake twice.”
And before she has the chance to respond, her jaw dropping open, you turn towards Vi with a bright grin, placing a palm against her chest, leaning right into her space.
“C’mon, let’s go get a drink, hm?”
“Y-yeah, princess — sure —”
You tug her away before the facade crumbles entirely, the pair of you dodging around curious eyes till you end up in the thankfully empty kitchen. Her hand pulls from yours the second you close the door behind you.
“What the hell —”
You hold up both your hands, falling back three steps to put some distance between you and her.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It — it just looked like…” you shrug, casting your eyes around the kitchen even as Vi huffs, folding her arms across her chest to lean back against the door, “It looked like you could use a hand, that’s all.”
“I didn’t need anyone to rescue me,” she snipes, her voice hardening around the edges.
You nod, “Yeah, I know. But…”
“But what?”
You swallow, turning your back to Vi as you pace around the large, marble-tiled kitchen, “I — I felt bad for — for what I said last time… so…”
You turn around just in time to catch Vi’s incredulous expression, seconds before she breaks into a sharp bark of laughter.
“Wow, my hero — my very own white-knight. Really, who needs Prince Charming when you’ve got —”
“Okay! I get it — you didn’t need saving — holy shit you don’t have to rub it in.”
You sigh, leaning up against the kitchen island, glaring down at a half-empty bottle of vodka sitting in the sink before reaching out to grab it and rummaging around for two empty shot glasses.
Vi watches you with an amused grin twitching at her lips.
Finally, you manage to find a few shot glasses tucked into the far corner of a cupboard. You stand on your tiptoes, but your fingers don’t quite reach. And a second later, a body presses solid and warm to your back as Vi’s hand reaches in to pull two of the glasses out, placing them squarely on the counter.
She shoots you a lopsided grin as you watch her expertly pull two shots from the vodka bottle and slide one towards you.
“Mazel,” she smirks, tossing it back and smacking her lips.
You eye your own shot for a second longer before squeezing your eyes shut and tossing it back as well, immediately coughing, fighting to keep your gag reflex from taking over, pressing the back of your hand to your lips.
Vi’s laughter is loud, but not unkind as she reaches out to tug the shot glass from you, setting everything back into the sink.
“So. You’re felt bad, did you?”
You groan, dropping your head into your arms.
“I mean — yeah — it was —” you take a deep breath, bracing your palms against the kitchen island, eyes fixed on where your fingertips are slowly going white, “It was a shitty thing to say.”
“Mm. Which one? Mentioning my breakup right before I was about to kiss you? Or calling my ex a manipulative bitch?”
You wince, chewing on the inside of your cheek, though when you look up, it’s to find Vi smiling.
“Either? Both? Ugh… alcohol makes me —” you gesture at your head, wiggling your fingers as Vi watches, her smile sliding from amused into indulgent, “misplace the brain-mouth barrier a bit.”
“Yeah? And uh… do you skate drunk a lot? Or was that little exposition special just for me?”
You swallow, feeling the heat of the vodka creeping back up your throat as your cheeks prickle.
“That was…” you trail off, crinkling your nose as you cast about for a plausible response, but coming up empty, you sag against the kitchen counter, throwing up your hands, “I just — I’m not the best with impulsivity, okay?”
Vi chuckles, nodding, “So… I can see — I mean, even without the shouting match at the rink, that stunt you pulled back there with Cait —” she lets out a low whistle, shaking her head, “Gotta say, princess, I’m impressed. Pretending to be my new girlfriend in front of her new girlfriend? That’s… that’s ballsy.”
You let out another groan, sliding down the side of the kitchen island to sit on the floor, pulling your knees into your chest and glaring half-heartedly at the bottom of the fridge. A second later, Vi flops down to join you, an arm propped on her knee, her eyes caught on the shape of you, your pouty lips and the slope of your nose.
“Seriously though, when you made that hurdles comment — I almost lost it —”
You break into a bright peal of laughter, head thumping back against the cupboards as Vi allows herself a chuckle.
“Yes, yes — I’m kind of bitch. Point made,” you say, casting her a sidelong glance.
She shrugs, “Then I guess I’ve got a type, so…”
You bite down on your bottom lip, mulling over her words.
“So?” you ask.
She sighs, “So. What’s next?”
You frown, “Next?”
She fixes you with an incredulous look, “Yeah. Like — what comes after you so gallantly rescuing me from my oh-so-wicked ex by announcing that we’re dating in front of half our graduating class?”
You open your mouth, gaping at her.
A second passes. Then another.
Vi stares. Then, she bangs her head so loudly against the cupboards behind you you almost jump out of your skin.
“Come on! Are you kidding?! You’re telling me you did all this without any kind of plan?” She pushes to her feet seconds before you scramble up onto yours, frowning defensively in her direction.
“I told you! I’m — I’ve got an impulse problem and impulsivity doesn’t exactly lend itself to perfect foreplaning —”
But the pair of you break off as the unmistakable sounds of voices echoes down the hallway leading towards the kitchen. And in particular one voice — low and pitched and accented.
“Fuck —” Vi swears, looking suddenly stunned, her eyes wide, her whole body going rigid, “We’ve — we’ve gotta hide or something —”
You blink at her for a brief second before huffing out a breath and reaching up to jerk her down towards you. She barely catches herself against the counter, her hands braced on either side of your hips as you hiss against her lips —
“Oh c’mon — don’t be stupid —”
“What the hell are you —”
“Just shut up and kiss me —”
The door swings open behind you and laughter pours in, though it abruptly cuts off as Caitlyn freezes in the doorway, Maddie nearly smashing into her, and Mel behind her as everyone else jostles to try and see what the hold up is.
“Oh… whoops,” Maddie says, letting out an embarrassed chuckle as she tries to turn away from the sight of Vi and you caught in the throes of what looks like an intense make out session, Vi’s fingers digging divots into the skin of your hips, your fingers curling in her hair.
You let out a tiny whimper as Vi hoists you up onto the kitchen island, slotting herself between your legs, even as Caitlyn makes an affronted noise behind you, folding her arms.
“I see this room’s taken,” she says, voice flat and dangerous.
But Vi’s only response is to trail a hand up to your jaw, cupping it in her palm so she can slot her lips more comfortably against yours, letting out a satisfied hum at the way you soften into her as she sinks her teeth into you bottom lip.
Caitlyn scoffs, rolling her eyes even as Maddie tugs her back down the hallway. Everyone else jostles back into the main room as well, giggling and gossiping about this exciting new development.
Mel, though, clears her throat as she and Jayce share a look before closing the kitchen door behind them.
“Right, that’s enough you two —” she says, to very little avail.
Because somewhere between one breath and the next, you’d lost yourself to the feeling of Vi’s lips on yours, the heady, pulsing friction of her body as she cradles you against her, the way you can still taste the remnants of that vodka shot on her tongue as she licks into your mouth.
Faintly, you wonder if this might’ve turned out differently if you’d just kept quiet on that first night and let her kiss you in that dirty frat room.
But the thought is quickly dashed by a deep groan thrumming from Vi’s chest to yours as you lean back into the kiss, running your thumb down along her neck, pressing into the fluttering pulse point just below her jaw.
A whine curls up your throat as Vi’s fingers work beneath the hem of your little black dress, teasing at the skin of your thigh.
“Hey! Earth to horny lesbians!”
You pull back with a gasp, and Vi resurfaces as well, the both of you panting, your lips separating with a sound not unlike a plunger being released from a recently blocked sink. You feel your head spin, the room pressing in around you before expanding back out, even as Vi drags the back of her hand across her mouth, stumbling back a few steps.
“W-what?”
Jayce lets out a disbelieving laugh.
“Really? That’s what got you?”
Mel sighs, rolling her eyes, “I think it’s time you explain yourselves.”
You lick your lips, hopping off the kitchen island even as Vi runs a hand over her face, her eyes strangely fractured, her cheeks dusted high with color.
“Well you were the one that said I should offer her another kiss to make up for — Vi? Where are you going?”
But Vi’s already making for the door, her shoulders hunched, her fists clenched at her sides. You take a few steps towards her but stop dead as she runs a hand through her hair.
“Sorry — I — I gotta go —” her voice is hoarse, and the look on her face when she glances over her shoulders at you — that more than anything convinces you to let her go.
You like to think that you’d seen experienced a good number of human emotions on the broad spectrum. Skating forces you to tap into a lot of them — anger, excitement, joy, sorrow, jealousy, vindication, passion.
But you’d never seen someone look so utterly broken.
“Wait, Vi —” Jayce tries to stop her but Mel places a hand on his arm, and Vi brushes passed them both, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway beyond without another word.
You sag against the kitchen island as both Mel and Jayce turn their eyes back onto you.
“Right.” Mel rounds on you even as you shrink back against the fridge, chewing on your lips.
Jayce groans, looking between you and Mel before marching over to the table and pulling up a few chairs.
“Everyone sit. If we’re gonna talk about this, we might as well be comfortable.”
You eye the chairs for a few seconds before sliding over and dropping into one of them.
Mel perches on the edge of another as Jayce leans himself against the dining table, arms folded loosely across his chest.
“So?” Mel prods.
You take a deep breath.
“So… at that frat party… when me and Vi were… supposed to kiss? Yeah, well… we… kinda, sorta… didn’t.”
warnings: mention of claustrophobia and panic attack, fem!reader
pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine except the edit of astronaut!vi who screams ''graphic design is my passion''
author’s note: my christmas was the shittiest so i had to cope somehow and yesterday while i was watching the new ''alien'' this idea came to my mind. this turned out longer than i inteded it to be but i still hope you like it. also it would mean the world to me if you'd let me know what you think about it and if you want to be tagged when i post the part two.
-a kiss on the ass to all of u ♡
astronaut!vi: when she was a child, vander introduced violet and powder to the world of ''star wars'' and from then on it became their dream to go to space.
They used to hide themselves late at night under a big blanket on violet's bed, with the glow of a flashlight illuminating the pages to read comics about intergalactic adventures. That's how vander would found them most of nights.
Powder's breath hitched as the plot thickened, her small hand reaching out to clutch her sister's arm.
"What happens next, Vi?" she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.
Violet smirked, her confidence unshakeable.
"Don't worry, pow pow. They're going to save the galaxy."
The two sisters were lost in the narrative, their hearts pounding in unison with the pulse of the story. The flashlight flickered slightly, casting dancing shadows on the walls, as if the spacecraft in their comic had somehow entered the room.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the harsh light from the hallway spilled in. Vander, loomed in the doorway.
He had the look of a man who had been roused from a much-needed sleep by the sound of whispers and rustling pages. Despite his stern expression, there was a hint of fondness in his eyes.
"Girls," he began, his voice a gentle rumble. "It's way past your bedtime."
Violet froze, the flashlight beam quivering in her hand. She had been so lost in the story she hadn't heard his approach. Powder, yanked the blanket up over their heads, turning their sanctuary into a cocoon of darkness once more.
"We're almost done" Violet called out, her voice muffled by the fabric. "Just one more page."
Vander chuckled, his footsteps heavy but soft as he crossed the room. He knew this dance well—their secret nightly ritual. He bent down.
"Violet, you know the rules," he said, his voice a gentle scold.
Violet sighed dramatically. "Yes, sir,"
she replied, emerging from the blanket with a sheepish grin.
"But you know how it is with Captain Nova. She never knows when to quit."
Powder poked her head out, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of guilt. "We'll go to bed right after this, promise," she chimed in, her eyes pleading.
Vander sighed, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Fine," he relented. "But this is the last time, you two. You've got school tomorrow, and you need your rest."
With a nod of understanding, Violet and Powder tucked themselves back under the blanket, the flashlight beam once again illuminating their faces. They shared a conspiratorial smile before Violet resumed her tale.
astronaut!vi: her and powder room when they were kids was a sanctuary for their shared dreams and ambitions.
The walls were a soft shade of midnight blue, filled with glow-in-the-dark stars that they had meticulously applied. It was their own personal galaxy that they would gaze upon each night before drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the adventures they would one day embark upon together.
On one side, Violet's bed was neatly made, her sheets adorned with images of rockets and planets, the pillows arranged with military precision. Above her bed was a bookshelf filled with well-worn copies of astronomy textbooks, science fiction novels, science magazines. Above the bookshelf shelf, a poster of a fiery comet streaking across the sky served as a daily reminder of the thrill and beauty of space exploration.
Powder's space, on the other hand, was a bit more chaotic but no less enchanting. Her bed was covered in a blanket that looked as if it had been plucked straight from the surface of Mars, with swirls of red and orange hues that whispered of alien landscapes. Scattered across her side of the room were models of various spacecraft, each in a state of half-assembly. Her desk was a treasure trove of sketches and doodles, depicting her own imaginative interpretations of the universe. These drawings were taped to the walls, creating a mural of stars, planets and aliens.
The center of the room was dominated by a large, wooden telescope that their Vander had built for them and the floor around it was often littered with astronomy magazines and star maps, evidence of the countless hours they had spent poring over them, plotting their future adventures.
Above their beds, suspended from the ceiling, were twin planets, crafted from papier-mâché and painted with meticulous care.
astronaut!vi: her lesbian awakening was ellen ripley from alien.
After watching it with powder for the first time she became obsessed by it. saved up her money to buy all king of merchandise that revolved around it.
At first she just brushed it off as just being fashinated by a very fucking great movie thus “the aliens were freaking cool” but after the tenth time she rewatched it she started to notice how her gaze lingered on the curves of the astronaut's body, how her heart did a little twirl in her chest whenever the woman was on the screen.
It was the kind of revelation that changes a person, that makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. But it was also thrilling, a secret she kept close to her chest, a bud of self-discovery ready to bloom.
at some point even powder noticed it and started teasing her about it.
One day, while the two were window shopping in a comics store, Powder pulled out from a shelf a magazine with an image of Sigourney Weaver as Ripley on the cover.
She held it up to Violet with a smirk, saying,
"Look who it is, your girlfriend."
Violet's cheeks turned bright pink ''shut up'' she snatched the magazine, feigning annoyance. But deep down, she knew her sister was onto something.
From that moment on, Powder took every opportunity to tease her big sis about her newfound infatuation.
It started with playful nudges and knowing looks, escalating to whispering "Ripley" every time she caught her off guard. Violet would roll her eyes and swat her away, but the truth was, it didn't bother her as much as she let on. In fact, it was almost like Powder was giving her permission to explore this new aspect of herself, to embrace it without shame.
astronaut!vi: who had a mental breakdown when she found out, late in her middle school years, that she was dyslexic thinking it would get in the way of achieving her dream of entering the astronaut academy.
it felt as though the universe had suddenly turned against her. The diagnosis didn't just shake her world,it fractured it.
For a week, she retreated into her room, refusing to come out or engage with the world that had so cruelly deceived her. Her books, once her solace and companions, were now her enemies, each page a silent testament to her perceived limitations.
Powder, tried everything in her arsenal to lift her spirits, silly jokes, spend all her saved up coins to buy her the new action figure of alien, even her infamous "World's Best Sister" cinnamon toast, but nothing could penetrate the thick fog of despair that had enveloped Violet.
One evening, as the sun began to set, painting the sky with a palette of fiery oranges and purples, Vander knocked gently on Violet's door. "Kiddo" he called out softly, "can I come in?"
Violet's voice was small, "Yeah, sure."
He entered, his eyes immediately going to her desk where her schoolbooks lay scattered like the ruins of a defeated army. He took a deep breath before speaking,
"you know I don't say much, but when I do, I hope you listen." he continued looking down at vi "I know it's been tough, but you can't let this get to you."
Violet looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears,
"How can you say that? Everything I've ever worked for…it's all gone!"
Vander took a seat beside her, his face a picture of calm determination, "It's not gone, not even close. Being dyslexic doesn't define you, it's just a part of who you are."
He took her hand in his,
"Do you know how many great minds were dyslexic? Einstein, for one, couldn't read until he was seven. He went on to change the way we understand the universe. Or take Edison, he failed over a thousand times before inventing the lightbulb. And what about Walt Disney? He had to overcome dyslexia to create an empire of imagination."
Violet listened, her spirit slowly rising like a phoenix from the ashes of doubt, "But, the Astronaut Academy…"
"Violet" Vander said with a gentle smile, "if you want to reach the stars, you will. There's no rulebook that says you can't get there because your brain processes information differently.''
He leaned in, "You're, capable, and smarter than anyone I know. You've always found a way to conquer challenges, and this is just another one. You're going to prove to everyone that you can do it, that you can be the best of the best."
His words resonated within her, a spark igniting in her chest. Vander had always been her rock. As she looked into his eyes, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could still make it happen.
With a sniffle, she nodded, "You're right. I'll figure it out."
Vander's smile grew, "I know you will. And remember, you're not alone in this. We're a team, you and me and powder…''
As soon as the name of the younger girl fell out of vander lips the door flew open and a little ball of energy bounced inside, blue hair glinting in the dim light of the room as powder quickly jumped on vi's lap.
''the dyslexic team'' she exclaimed dripping with enthusiasm and innocence.
Violet couldn't help but burst in laughter ''that's not how it works pow pow'' powder jutted slightly her lip pouting
''but i want to be as cool as you''
violet just ruffled her blue hair ''you're already the coolest squirt''
astronaut!vi: who from then on worked her ass off and graduated at the top of her middle and high school classes all the while training her physics hitting the gym, running marathons, or practicing kickboxing. she pushed herself to the edge and beyond, sculpting a body that could keep up with the demands of her curious mind.
astronaut!vi: who has a double STEM degree in computer and pshysical science and in the end get accepted in the astronaut academy. when it was time for her to move in to the academy powder cried even tho she still denies it.
Violet was focused intently on the task at hand, zipping up her duffel bag.
Vander appeared in the doorway. He cleared his throat, his calloused hands gripping the doorframe as he assessed the situation.
“You all set, kiddo?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble that echoed the pride he felt for her.
Violet nodded, not looking up from her task. "Yeah, just about."
Powder was sit on the edge of her bed trying to mantain a stoic face but her blue eyes glimmered with unsheaded tears.
vander stepped closer, his hand resting on vi's shoulder in a firm, comforting squeeze.
"Remember, you can do this," he said, his voice low and steady. "You've worked hard, and you're going to be amazing out there."
violet fondly rolled her eyes ''you're getting soft old man'' she tried to lighten up the mood even tho she could feel a lumpforming in her throat.
As soon as vander had left the two girls alone telling violet he was gonna wait for her in the car, a silence filled the room.
vi stood with her arms outstreched her gaze set on powder who was still looking at the point of her colorful boots.
''what? aren't you gonna say bye?''
violet voice was soft, trembling slightly due to the multiple different emotions she was feeling. Powder looked up and suddendly she surged forward throwing herself on the chest of her sister.
violet felt the warmth of Powder's embrace and the weight of her younger sister's head against her chest.
She wrapped her arms around her, her own eyes misting over.
"Hey, squirt" she murmured, stroking powder's back.
"It's just a couple of years, okay? You'll be up there with me before you know it."
"You better send me some cool nasa stuff" powder sniffed, her voice huffled due to her face squished agaist vi's chest.
Violet chuckled, her eyes shining with love and a touch of mischief. "You know I will" she said, ruffling her sister's braids, something she always did to annoy powder "And don't you dare get into any trouble while I'm gone."
As they pulled away, Powder managed a teary smile ''no promises''
the blue haired girl held out a small, folded piece of paper. ''I got you something" she said, her lips curling in a mischievous smile.
"A little… inspiration for when you get lonely at the academy''
violet took the paper, her curiosity piqued. As she unfolded it, she couldn't help but laugh. It was a photocard of none other than Ellen Ripley.
"You little…" Violet said, smiling and shaking her head, her cheeks a bit flushed.
"remember to always kick some asses" Powder said with a firm nod. "And hey, maybe you'll find your own space girl there."
Violet rolled her eyes playfully. "Powder…"
"What? It could happen!"
Their laughter filled the room as Violet tucked the photocard into her pocket.
She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, taking one last look around her room. It had been her sanctuary for so long, but now it was time to move on to greater things.
"Alright, let's go" she said, her voice steady.
astronaut!vi: who becomes a girl crush at the astronaut academy.
During the physical exams at the atronaut academy she shines. Whether it's the zero-gravity maneuvers, the endurance tests, or the high-pressure simulations, violet excels.
Her peers watch in awe as she glides through the obstacle course, her muscles rippling beneath her sleek spacesuit.
The whispers started in the locker room, where the other female cadets couldn't help but steal glances at her broad shoulders and the way her uniform fitted just right.
They talked about her in the mess hall, trading stories of her latest feats of strength or the time she figured out a solution to a physics problem that had stumped everyone else.
The crushes were subtle, the glances lingering, but the admiration was clear.
astronaut!vi: who is actually fucking oblivious and never get the hint when girls actually flirst with her.
one day, as the academy's cafeteria buzzed with the usual mix of recounted training sessions and space trivia debates, a fellow girl cadet, approached Violet's lunch table.
She approached Violet with a tray of food and set her tray down gently next to Violet's.
"Hey, Vi, how'd you manage to nail the zero-g obstacle course today?" she asked, her voice a little softer than the usual. "I mean you are always so strong and capable."
Violet, her mouth full of food, looked up with a cheeky grin. "Just a bit of luck and a whole lot of practice"
she said, shrugging off the compliment.
the fellow girl cadet leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling like distant stars. "Maybe we could practice together some time?" she suggested, her voice a delicate balance between casual and hopeful.
But Violet, lost in her own little world of space-induced euphoria, took her words at face value. "Sure, I could use the company," she said, patting the seat next to her. "We can go through the simulations again tonight if you want."
that's how violet usually accidentally friendzoned girls. In the end it would always ekko, Violet's best friend and a fellow cadet who was as sharp as a tack, who made her notice what she was so oblivious to notice.
''you are aware she was hitting on you right?''
Violet's eyes widened, and she choked on her drink. "what?!" she sputtered, coughing. "she just wanted to train more!"
Ekko smirked, slapping her on the back. "geez, you're fucking hopless" he teased her ''at this rate you will land on mars before even losing your virginity''
violet's cheeks turned a delightful shade of red, and she playfully shoved Ekko.
"Shut up"
astronaut!vi: who absolutely couldn't stand you, you were a cadet at the academy with a STEM in engineering but who lacked a bit on the physical strenght and practical thinking or as she liked to call you ''a smartass know it all who wouldn't last one second if she actually got to space''. You two always ended up bickering during simulation training.
like when during an intense space shuttle emergency drill simulation, you and violet were tasked with navigating a simulated crisis together. The lights were flashing, alarms were blaring, and the stress levels were through the roof. you had to work as a team to save your hypothetical spacecraft and its virtual crew.
She started commanding you around as you began to suggest alternative procedures based on some engineering manual you had read and even though some of them deserved merit she wasn't listening to you leaving you feeling frustrated.
''if you just stopped for a second and listened to me'' you bursted out clenching your fists to the side
She rolled her eyes and shot back.
"This isn't the time for your textbook theories, we're following the protocol!"
but you didn't falter and your suggestions grew more frequent, and she had had enough. She grabbed the intercom and announced
"Mission control, we have an uncontrollable know-it-all on board. Requesting immediate evacuation."
The room burst into laughter, even the instructors couldn't help themselves.
But Violet's message was clear: she didn't trust you to follow through in a real crisis and this infuriated you.
astronaut!vi: who actually couldn't shut up about you. she never lose the chance to bring u up in the conversation to rant about something infuriating you did that day to powder when they videocall at night in her room until one night powder had had enough.
Violet, sat in the dimly lit confines of her dorm room at the astronaut academy, her laptop screen casting a bluish hue on her face. She was dressed in her tank top with the academy's logo emblazoned on the chest, and navy blue sweatpants that hugged her muscular thighs. Her hair pulled back into a tight bun, revealing the contours of her sharp jawline and the small scar above her right eyebrow.
on the screen was powder, with a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth, powder leaned into the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"So, what'd she do this time?" she drawled, a knowing look in her eyes noticing the sour mood violet was in.
"You wouldn't believe it"
Violet began falling right in the trap of the blue haired sister, and with her voice filled with a mix of exasperation and incredulity she dived in a rant about something you did that rubbed her in the wrong way during training.
powder's smirk grew wider as she leaned back in her chair.
"what a surprise sis, talking about the infamous smartass again" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What's her name again?"
"Doesn't matter" Violet replied, waving a dismissive hand. "what matters she's always questioning my methods, always assuming she knows better when she probably couldn't even find her way out of a paper bag if she didn't have a GPS.''
"you know" Powder suggested, her voice playful. "for someone who affirm to not stand her you surely mention her a shit-ton of times"
Violet rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest. "what's that even supposed to mean"
"oh, come on" Powder teased, her eyes glinting. "Admit it. you've got a crush on her and your pining is getting pathetic sis"
The room grew silent as the words hung in the air.
Violet's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and she sputtered, "What? No! That's ridiculous. I can't stand her!"
Powder leaned in closer, her smirk morphing into a full-blown grin. "But why do you talk about her so much, then?''
Violet opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. Her mind raced back to the times she'd found herself stealing glances at the you.
"You know what, Powder?" she finally said, her voice tight. "You're out of your mind.''
Powder's grin became even bigger and she sing songed "you want to scissor with her in space so bad''
Violet almost choked on her own spit as she let out an horrified high pitched sound.
''what the fuck pow''
astronaut!vi: who from that night on from that moment on, Violet couldn't function around you the way she used to. Her usual sharpness was blunted by an awkwardness that was unexpected. whenever you entered a room, she would stumble over her words, her sentences trailing off into nothingness. Her eyes, which once bore into you with a look that could cut through the vacuum of space, now darted away, unable to hold your gaze due to her mind conceiving image of you two in compromising situation always ending up cursing herself under her breath ''get a fucking grip''.
during training sessions, she'd stumble when you offered a solution to a problem, her mind racing with thoughts she hadn't allowed herself to entertain before. In the weightlessness of the zero-G chamber, she'd fumble with the equipment, and when you'd gracefully glide over to assist, she'd snap at you, her voice cracking under the weight of her own denial.
After all she was an hormonal young woman who suddendly became hyper aware of how attractive you were even tho you still got under her skin like no other.
you, on your end, noticed the shift in her demeanour and the how the tension between you two had shifted to something different but you were too convinced she hated you to actually understand what was right in front of you.
astronaut!vi: who one day kisses you.
It was during a routine simulation, one that you'd both done a hundred times before, that things took an unexpected turn. You were supposed to be running through the emergency protocols for a spacewalk gone wrong.
You were in the simulator, the walls closing in around you, the artificial gravity playing tricks with your inner ear.
Suddenly, the room grew smaller, the air thicker, and your heart began to race. You had never told anyone about your claustrophobia, not even the academy psychologists. It was your secret, your weakness, and you had hoped it would never come to light.
Violet was in the control room, watching the monitors as you fumbled with the virtual equipment. She had her usual smirk on her face, ready to make a snide remark about how you'd probably trip over your own feet in zero gravity.
But then she noticed something off about your movements, something she hadn't seen before. Your hands were shaking, and your eyes were darting around the tiny space like a trapped animal's.
"Come on, you've got this" she said over the intercom, expecting you to snap back with a clever retort. But instead, there was only silence, broken by your rapid, shallow breathing.
Panic was setting in, and you were unable to respond, let alone move.
Her smirk faded, replaced with a frown of concern. "What's wrong?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "Why aren't you responding?"
You tried to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn't come out. Your mouth was dry, and your chest felt tight. You could see her getting frustrated, tapping her fingers impatiently on the control panel.
"This isn't the time for games" she said, her voice tight. "You need to focus."
But it was no use. your mind was racing, and you couldn't control the fear that was overwhelming you.
It was then that she saw it: the sheen of sweat on your forehead, the way you were clutching at the console. And she realized it wasn't you being a know-it-all who was incapable of action. It was something else entirely.
Her expression softened, and she stepped away from the controls. "Hey, it's okay" she said gently. "Just breathe. In… out… in… out…"
Your eyes found hers through the small window of the simulator, and you tried to follow her instructions, but the panic was like a beast that had you in its grip.
violet made a split-second decision. She knew you were in trouble, and she couldn't just stand there and watch. She hit the emergency override, and the simulator popped open, revealing you, gasping for air.
without a moment's hesitation, she climbed into the simulator with you, ignoring the safety protocols. Her strong arms gripped your shoulders, shaking you slightly trying to get you out of your mind.
"You're okay" she murmured. "You're okay. It's just a simulation."
But the words weren't enough. You could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
''I c-can't'' you choked out, your own hands shoot up grabbing at vi's gear.
violet's eyes searched yours, the blue of them piercing through the fog of your panic. She saw the desperation in your gaze, the silent plea for help.
Her hands moved to cradle your face, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "Look at me'' she whispered firmly, her voice a soothing balm to the chaos in your head. "Breathe with me."
your eyes remained wide, but you managed a nod, focusing on her face. Her thumbs brushed away the beads of sweat from your forehead, a tender gesture that somehow grounded you.
"In" she instructed, drawing in a deep breath, "and out." Her exhale was slow and deliberate, and you tried to mimic it, but your breaths were still ragged.
"Violet, I… I can't" you stammered, your voice trembling.
her grip tightened, and she leaned in even closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "You can" she insisted, her voice a gentle command. "You're strong, smartass"
but the panic was a raging storm, and her words alone couldn't calm it. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched you struggle, and she remembered something stupid she once read somewhere.
Without giving it another thought, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours. It was a soft, brief kiss, but it was enough. Your eyes widened in shock, and for a second, the panic took a backseat.
as Violet's lips met yours, the world outside the simulation faded away. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, there was only the feeling of her breath mingling with yours, the warmth of her touch, and the sudden, inexplicable calm that flooded through your body. The claustrophobic walls of the simulator no longer seemed so daunting.
Her kiss was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the tough exterior she usually presented. It was like a lifeline thrown into the abyss of fear that had consumed you. Your breathing slowed, the hyperventilation subsiding, as the warmth of her embrace began to replace the cold grip of panic.
When she pulled away, you remained still, your eyes locked with hers, trying to understand what had just happened. You felt a strange mix of relief and confusion. The room around you was the same, the cold metal and the artificial lights, but something within you had shifted.
Violet's cheeks were flushed, and she looked surprised at her own actions. "I… I read somewhere that a kiss can help stop a panic attack" she said clearing her throat, her hand scratching awkwardly her nape and her usual confidence momentarily forgotten. "It's… it's supposed to help ground you, I guess."
the air between you crackled with an awkward tension as you stared at each other. Your chest was still heaving, but the fear was slowly subsiding.
the instructor's voice through the intercome pulled you both back to reality "Cadets, report status."
Violet cleared her throat and responded, "We're… we're okay. Continue with the simulation."
