I’ve never requested anything so sorry if i do this wrong! I was hoping for a fic about vi and a female reader. The reader is shy and is JUST starting to realize that she likes girls and vi is teasing/flirting with her a LOT

Coming Out to Vi In The Locker Room

A/N: No, this is perfect! I think I answered your request - I'm kinda bad at interpreting. This request reminds me of how confused I felt when coming out. Hope you like it.

Pairing: Vi (Arcane) x Reader

Summary: You finally get the courage to come out to your bestfriend, Vi. (Set in modern-day high school)

Warning: I'm so bad at this, fluff, some cursing, flirting/teasing

You could only wait outside the women’s locker room for so long until it became officially “weird,” and that moment was fifteen minutes ago. Still, you anxiously wrung your hands over and over again, trying to gather the courage to talk to your bestfriend, Vi.

You usually never kept secrets from one another because you were always joined at the hip. That was until an event on campus made you realize you were attracted to women. In fact. your heart had been steering you to this direction for a long time. Now it felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off your shoulders.  

Except you hadn’t told Vi about any of this yet. Even though Vi was openly gay, what if she acted weird when you expressed your feelings. Afterall this was still new to you and everyday was still confusing. Did this mean you were a lesbian? Or bi? Shoot, was it okay to be this confused? Would Vi be annoyed because you didn’t know how to title this?

Whatever. Shaking off your nerves, you march into the locker room with renewed determination because what’s the worst that could happen?

Vi standing in her team’s swimsuit, still drenched from the pool is not what you had in mind.

“Oh crap, sorry Vi.” Your eyes try to look everywhere that wasn’t her impressive athletic body. Quickly, you retreat backwards to escape the visual before you.

But Vi doesn’t let you as her face lights up, finally seeing you since you’ve disappeared. “Finally!” She drags out. Her smile beams at you as she bounds over to you, her wet feet slapping against the tile, and tackles you, knocking you both sideways. Reminding you too much of an over-energetic dog.  

“Vi.” You whine, struggling with the tight press of her chest against yours. “Please let me go. You’re soaking wet,” you plead.

“Oh no, whatever will we do if my baby gets a little wet, huh?” And despite your little yelps as the chilled drops prick your skin, she bends to shake her pink hair. Pushing the wet top of her head into the clove of your neck, soaking through your shirt collar. Warm glee spreads through your chest at the nickname and the nostalgia of being back in her arms. Even if said arms were chilly.

“Stop it tickles! Quit acting like a dog and get changed. I. Uhm. I have something to tell you.”

With a reluctant groan, she eases away, but drags her arms down to circle your waist. “You haven’t talked to me in forever and the first thing you tell me is to strip down and get naked.” Her arms leave your waist to cross over her chest in false modesty. “I’m not just a piece of meat.”

“No, what you are is a pain. Just get changed already. Being this close to you is nauseating.” The lie came out bulky and Vi’s smirk showed she didn’t believe a word of it as you shove her weight off of you.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Only stepping back slightly, a challenge sharp in her eyes. “Always eager to get me naked. But as you command princess.” Swift fingers plucks one strap of her swimsuit before pulling it down her toned shoulder.

“Crap, Vi! I didn’t mean right in front of me.” You swing around so fast you experience whiplash; however, that wasn’t fast enough. Even as you closed your eyes, and placed a shaky hand over your closed eyelids, what you saw was still implanted behind your lids like a stain. Smooth skin, sinewy muscles, and the steady rise and fall of her slightly revealed chest… Your lips pressed together in a tight line. That was the thing about Vi. She was always open and honest with you. Plus she never understood the concept of personal space which made you beyond anxious. If you needed confirmation of your attraction to women, this was a strong one.

Vi’s teasing laughter makes your ears ring hot. “Are you okay? You seem… off. Don’t tell me your bashful around a little nudity? Maybe I shouldn’t tease you. Wouldn’t want you hiding from me again-“

“Hiding!” Incredulous you turn to question your friend, but your eyes drop as she slips gray sweats over her hips. Her hands go to tighten the drawstrings. It takes incredible effort to not linger on her toned torso or the black sports bra but you see Vi, eyebrow raised knowingly. Gosh, there was no hiding from Vi.

Shaking your head, feeling sheepish by your actions, you turn around once again. “I wasn’t hiding. I mean technically I was avoiding you but that’s not what I wanted. But not avoiding because I was mad at you. Even when I’m mad at you I can’t avoid you.”

A tug on your jean belt hoop halts your rambling. “Is there an explanation at the end of this or should we take a short nap and come back?” Her presence at your back sent your body on high alert, as it always did. Even though you two were friends her nearness made you self-conscious of every move you made.

Another hard tug on your belt hoops swings you around, facing Vi’s magnificent inquisitive eyes. “I’m assuming there's a reason you finally came to me other than to check out my team’s uniform. How about we finish this conversation in my car?”

It was hard to return her gaze as you scrambled with the perfect words to describe how you felt. Diverting them down didn’t work, that dang sports bra was still the only item adorning her chest.

“Vi, you can’t step outside in just sweats, a bra, and a varsity jacket.” Biting your lips, you wave at her damp hair slicked back off her forehead. “At least let me finish drying your hair. That’s how you can catch a cold.”

“Fine.” She nicks her towel off the bench and hangs it around her neck. “It’s about time you pampered me like I deserve.” With her eyes closed and the towel between your fingers you finally take a labored sigh.

“You know that tool, Aaron, on the football team our group sits with at lunch? The guy who asked me out and I said no? Well last month during lunch, some cheerleaders walked past our table and he told everyone I was checking out their butts. So now everyone thinks I turned him down because I’m gay.”

Vi’s eyes snap open, flaring. “What the hell! He lied because of his inflated ego? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that asshole.”

You stop drying her hair. Wordlessly telling her to calm herself down. Continuing only when she begrudgingly closes her eyes again, grumbling obscenities.  You watch her face closely as you admit what took you a long time to accept. “Technically, he wasn’t lying. I was definitely checking out their asses because I might definitely positively like women?”

A pregnant pause hung in the air. The silence was so long that your doubts resurfaced. Wringing your hands again, your eyes drop to stare down at your shoes. The idea of running away to hide made you take a tiny step back but you stop at the thump from Vi’s body slumping against the locker.

“When are you breaking the news to your dog?”

The question is so random that you stop backing away to look at her, confused. “Excuse me?”

“Your pet dog? When are you getting rid of it to make room for a cat. All lesbians are cat owners. It’s a rule.” 

Your blank stare just adds fuel to the fire.

“And don’t worry, I have some spare crystals at my place I can give you. Oh, and how many pairs of cargo pants do you own? Whatever it is you’ll have to double it.”

“Vi why are you joking around!” Yet your cheeks puff out, a small laugh trying to escape. You shove at her chest but she doesn’t even move and captures your fist in her hands. Her contagious laugh has a small smile breaking across your face.

“Because HELLO I’m hella gay. If there’s anyone you shouldn’t have been nervous to talk to, it’s me.”

Her easygoing smile doesn’t hide the soft hurt in her eyes. “Vi, I’m not like you. You’re so sure of who you are and that’s awesome but it’s not me. Each day I’m confused on what I am. How can I come out when I can’t even give myself a label?”

“Whoa slow down my baby queer. First of all, fuck the labels. Like what you like and that’s the end of it. Secondly, your awesome. Lastly, which cheerleader were you checking out or was it the entire squad?”

Telling her was a mistake.

“Vi, stop bringing it up! Better yet, maybe I’m not gay at all.”

The words barely left your lips before you where slammed against the lockers. Vi keeps your hands in a vise behind her back while pressing against you. “Come again?”

The shudder that vibrates through your chest is hard to hide. Gingerly you nod your head, pushing Vi off. “Yup, point made. I’m definitely gay.”

On wooden legs, you walk out the locker room to the echoing laughter of Vi at your back. It takes only a few seconds before she jogs up to you and wraps you in a backward hug, making you both waddle down the hall as she teases you about buying rainbow bumper stickers for your car.