Vi x Reader One shots

White Walls

Scenario type: Fluff with a hint of Angst.

Scenario scene: After finding out Vi had once again gotten into trouble, you lecture her about being reckless. Only your lecturing backfires and now you have to face up to your own actions.

White Walls

"Vi that was reckless and you know it." I say but Vi ignores me as she carries on walking around the corner. I follow hot on her heels. My smaller legs struggling to keep up with her furious pace.

"What if you got hurt? What if she'd gotten hurt, Vi?" This time she doesn't ignore me.

Without me even being able to register what's happening, my back hits the corridor wall. The force from the impact is enough to knock the air right out of my lungs. My eyes screw shut as pain surges up my spine.

When I manage to catch up to reality, I open my eyes. Vi's left arm is firmly placed beside my head. My eyes slowly drag up her arm. Has she always been this much bigger than me?

My eyes find their way up her muscular shoulder. Covered by the thin fabric of her white shirt. Finally making it to her jaw. Her lips are pulled together forming a thin line. Frustration seems to be pouring out of her like a tap.

For a second or two I think I might have crossed the line; but it becomes incredibly clear I have, when my wandering gaze finds her broken eyes. I went too far.

The hurt in her eyes makes my heart bleed for her. Why did I keep pushing? I knew she was getting worked up! Damit Y/N! When will you learn to read the room?

I open my mouth to say something, only to close it again without a word spoken. Vi soon snaps back to reality herself. She looks down at the arm currently blocking any chance of escape.

I can only watch as her face lights up with realisation at what she had done. She hurriedly pulls her arm back off the wall, muttering an apology whilst she does. Her eyes never meeting mine.

The heartbreak in Vi's eyes when she eventually does look back at me is almost too much to bear. And as I watch the usually confident redhead struggle to find the right words to say. I decide to throw away my pride, just this once.

Vi looks as though she wants to run away. Far away. I have to say something before she does. But what do I say? I've already said far too much... Me talking is the reason Vi was pushed over the edge in the first place.

While I'm stuck umming and ahhing over what to say, Vi starts to get further away from me. She looks so guilty. So sorry. What do I say! You have to say something Y/N! My mind screams at me.

Vi looks away again. Her gaze focused on the exit at the end of the corridor. She goes to turn away from me and my body leaps into action before I can stop it. My hands fly up to her face. Gently cupping her jaw and forcing her to stay put.

Her eyes meet mine and I can not help but feel a pang of guilt for not understanding her boundaries. I take a deep breath in as I admire how beautiful she looks. Even with the conflicted look on her face, she still manages to make my heart pound away like there won't be a tomorrow.

I swallow the thick saliva coating my throat. Readying myself to try and fix my mistakes.

"I-" I take a sharp breath in. "I'm sorry Vi. I didn't mean to push you. I just didn't know how to help you and so I kept talking. Hoping that maybe if I did, eventually I could come up with a way to help you. But I just made things even worse. I still don't really know what to say or how to make you feel any better. However, I don't want you to feel like this is your fault."