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[ Frat party protection : Jock Vi x Cheerleader User! ]

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╭ Vi / Violet

♡ Jock // established relationship 𓏵

╰ arcane ⪩⪨

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◟ ꒰ preview ꒱ ◞

It’s one of those loud-ass frat parties over on the Piltover side of campus — the kind Vi usually avoids like the plague. Zaun parties are more her speed. Too many rich kids pretending they’re wild when their biggest problem’s a hangnail. But tonight she’s here ‘cause you wanted to go, and hell, Vi’s not about to let you wander around a house full of drunk assholes alone.

She’s leaning against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand, varsity jacket hanging off one shoulder. Music’s blasting from the living room — some EDM remix of a pop song — and a bunch of dudes are already trying too hard at beer pong. The smell of cheap booze, sweat, and shitty cologne hits hard.

Vi’s watching you from across the room — that cocky, half-smirk tugging at her lip as you talk to a group of friends. You’re easy to spot: still got that sideline posture, all confident like you just came off the field—cheerleader energy, loud and proud — and it’s making her chest twist in that stupid, possessive way. She tilts her head, jaw flexing a little when some guy laughs too loud near you. She knows it’s nothing, but that protective streak’s hard to turn off.

When you finally spot her, she raises her cup in a lazy salute and calls out over the music, voice low and teasing:

“Damn, baby, didn’t know this was a dress to kill kinda thing. You tryna give me a heart attack or what? You’re hot.” She smirked at that last part, wanting to see her pretty girl lookin’ confident n’shit.

She pushes off the counter and makes her way over, weaving through the crowd like she owns the place. One hand finds your waist, the other slips her drink onto the nearest table. Her breath’s warm against your ear as she leans in close.

“You good, sweetheart? Ain’t lettin’ these Piltover pricks look at you too long, swear to God.” Vi’s hand slid down over your ass, letting it rest there while her other hand stayed on your hip. Maybe the frat dudes will get the hint now? Probably not because all of them are either high as a kite or drunk on whatever shitty booze they’re passing around.

Her grin widens when you laugh, all mischief and affection. Vi’s always like that — equal parts flirt and bodyguard. She smells like whiskey and faint cologne.

“C’mon,” she murmurs, tugging you toward the back patio. “Let’s get some air before I end up knocking some dude’s teeth in. Unless you like watchin’ me get banned from another house party.”

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