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fangirlfuel · 2 months ago

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What’s the most chaotic thing you can imagine Lando Norris doing in a relationship

Lando Norris & His Chaotic Boyfriend Behavior (Totally Not Spoilers 👀)

Okay, hear me out—the most chaotic thing I can imagine Lando doing in a relationship? Definitely something like:

•Live-streaming their argument by accident – He’s on Twitch, supposedly raging over a game, but the chat quickly realizes he’s actually arguing with his girlfriend off-screen. Chaos. Absolute chaos. The clip goes viral in 0.2 seconds.

•Buying a pet without asking – Surprise! There’s now a baby goat in their living room, and he’s already named it. She’s not amused, but Lando insists they’re keeping it.

•Oversharing in interviews – A journalist asks a casual question about his personal life, and before he can stop himself, he drops an extremely embarrassing fact about his girlfriend. The group chat immediately roasts him.

•Forgetting an important date but making up for it in the most extra way – Realizes at the last minute and panic-books a literal private jet for a surprise getaway. (Totally normal behavior.)

•Stealing her skincare products – Then acting like he has no idea why his skin is suddenly clearer than hers. The audacity.

•Texting absolute nonsense at 3 AM – He suddenly wakes up and needs to know: “Would you still love me if I was a worm but like a really fast one???”

•Ordering the most unhinged food combos – Genuinely thinks dipping pizza in milk is valid and tries to convince her to try it. (She refuses. Obviously.)

•Getting jealous over ridiculous things – “WHY did you like his Instagram post from four days ago?!” It was a meme, Lando.

•Leaving voice memos instead of texting – And they’re all either incoherent mumbling, weird sound effects, or him screaming into the mic. No in-between.

•Pranking her 24/7 – But the second she gets him back? “Wow. That was mean. I trusted you.”

•The 2 AM McDonald’s Run That Went Wrong-It starts as a simple craving. Lando’s half-asleep, mumbling about nuggets. Next thing she knows, they’re in the drive-thru, him in pajama pants, her in one of his hoodies. But just as they get their order, Lando accidentally starts rolling forward… and straight into the curb. The McDonald’s employees are watching. She’s crying from laughter. He’s just sitting there, holding a large fries, whispering, “I can fix this.”

•The Time Lando Got Lost in IKEA - They go to IKEA for one thing. ONE. Yet somehow, Lando disappears within minutes. She gets a text: “Babe. I’m in the fake bedroom section. Send help.” Twenty minutes later, she finds him fully lying in a display bed, hands behind his head, rating the mattress. “Honestly, I could live here.”

•When Lando Tried to Cook and Nearly Burned Down the Kitchen - He swears he can handle it. “Pasta is easy, babe. It’s just water and noodles.” Fast forward: the fire alarm is going off, there’s smoke everywhere, and he’s standing there with a melted spatula, looking guilty. “Sooo… we’re ordering takeout, yeah?”

•The Vacation That Turned Into a Survival Mission - He planned a “relaxing getaway.” The reality? A remote cabin with no Wi-Fi, questionable plumbing, and a surprise thunderstorm. At one point, he’s standing in the rain, holding a stick like it’s a weapon. “If a bear shows up, I got this.” She’s already googling hotels nearby.

•Lando’s Genius Plan to Sneak Into a Concert (That Failed Miserably) - They didn’t have tickets. But Lando had a plan. “Trust me, I saw this in a movie.” Next thing she knows, they’re wearing matching high-vis vests, holding clipboards, and trying to look official. It works… for about five minutes. Then security spots them. “RUN!”

•The Time Lando Decided to Dye His Hair… and Regretted Everything - He was so confident. “Platinum blonde will look sick.” She tries to warn him. He doesn’t listen. An hour later, he’s staring at his reflection, horrified. “Babe. I look like a wet Q-tip.”

The IKEA Couch Disaster - He insisted they didn’t need help assembling it. “We got this!” Three hours later, there are extra screws, the instructions are ripped, and the couch is lopsided. “So… maybe we just tell people it’s modern art?”

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(Also… confession time. 👀)

These chaotic Lando moments? Yeah… they’re actually straight from my drafts. Every single one. I may have just leaked my own work, but at this point, are we even surprised? 😆

They’re still getting some final edits (fixing grammar mistakes, tweaking details, and making sure the photos and screenshots are just right—perfection takes time, people! ✨), but they’re coming very soon.

Now, I need your help—which one do you want to see first? Drop your favs in the comments before I get too tempted to post them all at once. 🤭🔥

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wisegirl25 · 6 months ago

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Arcane High School AU Headcannons

Jinx

-Shows up to class once a week (forced to by Silco)

-Somehow has the best grades in almost every class (100 in science, 99 in tech, etc.)

-All the teachers hate her because she constantly breaks the dress code and makes fun of teachers when they try to discipline her

-Just doesn’t show up for detention

-She and Ekko graffitied the back wall of the school and everyone knows it was them but nobody can prove it

-Ignores Vi whenever she tries to talk to her

-Has BEEF with Caitlyn and pulls pranks on her through her locker

-Says she hates kids but she’s always babysitting Isha

-She and Ekko constantly bicker in the hallways so people thought they hated each other until someone caught them making out under a stairwell

-Gives people piercings in the bathroom (it is NOT sanitary at all

-Blasts punk rock and metal music through her headphones so loud she can’t hear anyone

-Is on the Robotics Team, does drama (but she only helps make the sets), and refuses to join anything else

-Nobody knows that she and Viktor are secretly super close-they argue like siblings

-Sells drugs behind the school but doesn’t really take them herself

-Has dated half the female population of the high school

-Has okay grades (b’s and c’s) but has the best grades in phys ed

-Will scream at you in PE if you don’t pass her the ball

-Annoys Caitlyn all class

-Plays cod mobile or brawl stars instead of doing her work

-Gives Jayce HORRIBLE dating advice (he thinks that because she has a gf she would have good ideas)

-Gets into fights like every other day

-Will punch you if you say anything bad about Jinx

-Threatened to beat up Ekko when he and Jinx started dating (he knew she would never)

-On every sports team ever

-Somehow is the only girl on the male football team

-Failing the one class she has with Jayce

Ekko

-Soundcloud rapper//Jinx helps him produce his music

-Skateboards to school

-Always fighting with Jinx to have the highest grades

-Gets pissed that she doesn’t even put in the work and still excels

-Also on Robotics, plays basketball but nobody has the heart to tell him he’s too short

-Volunteers at a food bank and a homeless shelter every week

-Gaslit Scar into thinking he hated Jinx for the entirety of their freshmen year

-When Scar found out they were childhood besties he was like what

-Ditched prom with Jinx and got happy meals at mcdonalds

-Art club

-Draws Jinx in his sketchbook but won’t let her see it

-Ditches school with Claggor sometimes

-Pretends to hate Caitlyn because Jinx does (bf duties) but lowkey ends up having fun with it

-“Adopts” the weird kids from all the younger grades and forms a little Ekko fanclub indirectly

Caitlyn

-Her mom is on the school board

-Was homeschooled by tutors most of her life until she convinced her parents to let her go to public school

-Straight A’s

-Student Council Vice-President (going to be President after Mel graduates)

-Does track and archery club

-Hated Vi when they first met but warmed up to her

-Tried to get along with Jinx for Vi’s sake until Jinx blew up her locker with a huge project in it and now she has beef with her

-Tries and fails to break up fights

-Breaks the rules but gets away with it because she’s sneaky about it (I hate when ppl make her a goody-two shoes like she wasn’t constantly undermining authority in the show)

-Doesn’t understand why Ekko hates her

-She introduced Jayce (her childhood friend) to Vi and has regretted the decision ever since

-Gossips with Mel in the bathroom

Jayce

-Co-president of robotics team

-Has all a’s in every class except the one class he has with Vi which he is failing

-Will ditch class to go annoy Caitlyn

-The teacher either love him or hate him no in between

-Tried to get onto Student Council to impress Mel

-Plays sports

-He will constantly argue either Ekko, Viktor, and Jinx during robotics

-Bi king can’t decide if he’s madly in love with Viktor or with Mel

-Somehow super popular even though he was a loser in middle school

Viktor

-Has been hopelessly crushing on Jayce since middle school

-Hits people with his cane

-Mostly quiet unless something he’s passionate about comes up

-He and Caitlyn get along really well and ditch Jayce and Vi whenever they start to act stupid to go gossip with Mel

-Secretly has a Youtube account with 100k subscribers but all he does on it are video essays and random rants

-Gets asked “are you gay?” every other week

-He is but he won’t admit it

-Robotics Co-President, Debate team, student council

-People don’t make fun of him because he will literally find ur address and somehow get the police at your door

-The Robotics club becomes his cult and the younger kids worship him

Mel

-Super popular

-Good grades

-Student council president

-Everyone is lowkey scared of her

-Sprays her vanilla coconut body mist everywhere

-Everyone knows her because her mom is some super famous politician

-President of the Debate Team

-Model UN

-Gossips in the bathroom

-Is lowkey queer but doesn’t know how to label herself so she just ignores it

-She’s really sweet if you actually get to know her and is the friend that buys everyone super expensive gifts

-Buys kids toys to give people she doesn’t like as gag gifts

Sorry it’s so long but I have more…

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lowultima · 12 days ago

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𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚝𝚜…

𝚅𝙸 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆…

𝙿𝚃. 𝟸

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The silence on the bus in the early morning was what should have been a welcomed respite from the reverberating bass of the bar the previous night. Despite the peaceful nature- Vi was exhausted. Agitated. She didn’t sleep. Not a minute.

She left the bar the moment that bathroom door slammed behind her. She was in her motel room before two AM. She could have had an easy 6 hour sleep. But she didn’t. Not a god damn minute.

Usually, no matter the time of day- you and Vi would have already been at each others throats despite being sat at the literal opposite ends of the bus. Being in the same vicinity of each other would be enough to set one of you off. But there was only silence.

Every time she leaned her head against the back of her seat, eyes lulling closed for even a hint of rest, all the could imagine was-

“Fuck!”

“Vi! Vi Vi ViViViVi-“

“Mn! Oh GOD-“

Her eyes snapped open, heart beating fast as her palm ran down her face in despair- letting out a short groan as she reached for her lukewarm McDonald’s coffee cup.

She wished she had downed at least four more shots. Wished she was blackout. The hangover would have been better than the knowledge that she willingly fucked you.

Even now, she could hear you- your version of ‘quietly’ talking to Gert about what defense the team might play against the Noxian Foxs’ well known offense..

There was NO way that you were less freaked about this than Vi was. No fucking way.

In contrast- you had regrettably gotten some of the best sleep of your life. The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Instead of focusing on last night. On..Vi…you decided to focus on the game. These next games couldn’t be lost. They just couldn’t. The championship could mean your updated position to front and center, more scholarships- hell, you were thinking about going pro.

You didnt have the time to let Violet get in the way of your future. You worked too hard- and you weren’t going to let some bottom of the barrel, piss poor- hardly marginal bitch from getting in your way. You hated violet.

You hated her fucking guts.

When you stood up to use the bathroom, arms keeping you steady on the moving bus as you walked down the aisle-you had forgotten she was even there until her red hair struck familiarity from the bathroom mirror the previous night..

and you paused, realizing your eyes had met.

Your facial expressions suddenly showed panic- awkwardness, and even a little bit of nausea as you remembered just how those dusty blue eyes looked at you. She looked up at you with nearly the same exact expression..

You then felt your body jerk foward- knees hitting the carpeted floor and against Vi as the bus hit a pothole you thought was the size of a fucking continent. Violets hand shot out from muscle memory, grasping side of your head to prevent you from hitting the metal arm rest. She pushed you back as quickly as she caught you.

“Get the fuck off me-“ she grunted, watching as you fell back against the floor.

“Ladies! What the hell is going on back there?!” Your coach yelled at the commotion.

“She can’t keep her fucking balance, is what is going on.” Violet practically spat at you, and you looked at her- face red in embarrassment and anger as you pushed yourself off the dirty bus floor.

You felt your teammates eyes on you, and you snapped back. “Shut the fuck up-“

“Stop being so loud, it’s 9 in the morning.” Violet rolled her eyes- grunting as you pushed her head passing her row to use the bathroom.

You breathed heavily in anger as you slammed the tiny bathroom door closed- sitting on the toilet, head in your hands as you tried to calm down. It was a fucking accident- it wasn’t like you were falling into her gross tattooed arms on purpose.

Violet was the worst. She just was. You hated being around her- near her. You hated the cologne she wore to meetings and formal meals. You hated how she dyed her hair black after every 7 day fling with women that she hardly knew the name of- you hated her habit of shadow boxing your teammates in the locker room before a serious game. You hated the messy ass way she ate:

YOU. HATED. HER.

And you were reaching the limit with the bullshit she put you through…

Making it to the stadium, you stretched your body slowly- knowing the remaining four hours would be crucial to your process. Vi sat on the opposite side of the locker room- the schools gold and red colors finding annoyance in her eyes as she ate a protein bar.

She didn’t get your annoying little routines, flattening your hair on the top and smoothing it out with gel and a hairband (if you needed it)- cracking your back over the benches after wiping them down, sighing deeply as you touched your toes with your palms. She stretched too- of course, but like, an hour before the game like a normal person.

You got up, and began to walk, wander- explore. Noxus was a VERY rich University, its name (and founder) was based in South Africa- a very rich part of the continent, both in currency and culture..If you had lived in this part of the country, you’d have applied to go here- maybe you should have.

Noxus’ amenities for the students (and guests) was vast. Even for the opponents locker room- it was multi storied, an entire building. Dedicated to the opponents. You couldn’t imagine what the actual team had.

There was food being served upstairs, an exercise quarters- and apperently an ‘aquatic massage table’ that you felt far to poor to properly enjoy.

As you wandered, vi glared up as you slowly traced the painted wall leading down a hall. Past a curtain, you entered a room that smelled of wood. You looked around- no people around. A wooden square structures embedded in the wall with a digital pad next to a door with a small glass window..it took you a second- but it was then something that you suddenly recognized.

“No fucking way.” You huffed.

A fucking. Sauna.

…

“This place is far too ric-“

“The fuck are you doing back here?”

You jumped, looking back to see violet leaning on her shoulder against the wall- eyebrow cocked as she looked at you disapprovingly.

. “Jannas’ tits- can you not be a creep for one second??” You grunted, looking back to the sauna and pressing the digital pad beside the door, fidgeting with the advanced technology.

“The hell is that thing?” Vi chose not to respond to your petty insult, and you groaned. “God you’re stupid, it’s a sauna.”

“A what-a?”

“A sauna. They use them in like, Switzerland and stuff. People sit in there and sweat out impurities and all that spa jazz. Supposed to be good for you.” You muttered as you pressed a green button, looking through the small window as you watched the box start to steam up.

Vi snorted, walking up beside you and looking the thing up and down.

“You’re telling me that people willingly go into a little wooden box and sweat- purposefully??”

You sigh dramatically

“Yes- you fucking Neanderthal.”

Violet scoffed, folding her arms as she glanced between you and the wooden box.

You pause, then smirk as if you had the idea of the century. “I think I’m gonna use it.”

Vi looked at you.

“What?? No- don’t use it: this is our opponents shit, if you use it that just proves how much better they are.” Vi said as you took off your t-shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes, tossing them into a little basket oh-so-lovingly provided a few feet away.

Vi looked away from you in disgust as you pulled up your sports briefs that felt more like swimwear than underwear. Anything to prevent chafing.

“Hey, I’m taking advantage of the resources being handed to us.” You said, looking over. “Fuckin shit-they got a mini fridge with bottled waters too-“ you nearly laughed, grabbing a couple and walking back and up a step to the door.

“You’re weird..” vi said, turning around.

You roll your eyes.

“Well, when I’m refreshed and play better than you- we’ll see who’s the real weirdo.” You stated- shooting her the bird as you opened the door and stepped into the wooden contraption; feeling the heat on your body as you made yourself comfortable.

You smiled and closed your eyes, sighing deeply as you relaxed into the silence, enjoying the quiet hum of steam being released into the air….

And then your five minutes of peace was ruined.

Vi stepped in- in her basketball shorts and sports bra, like you- a water bottle in hand.

You opened your eyes and glanced to Vi’s confused look around the little box as she awkwardly sat on the long wooden bench a few feet away from you.

“…so..what do we do?”

“We sit, be quiet, and relax.” You said, closing your eyes again-trying to be nonchalant and keep your heart rate below 100 around this human embodiment of a stressor on one’s health.

“…”

“So how long are we supposed to sit here-“

“Oh my fucking god-“ you said, sitting up.

“You’re always telling me to be quiet- and the ONE time I am you can’t be satisfied- fucking typical.” You laugh sarcastically.

“Hey, I hardly grew up having clean water to take a bath in as a kid- I’m not exactly used to doing rich people shit.” She said.

“Violet-you are not the only one who grew up poor on this team. I assure you. If you’re not going to let me enjoy this- get the fuck out before I kick your ass out-“

“Did you not learn a singular thing while I had my fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt last night?”

Vi suddenly said- before she even realized the words came out.

The room suddenly felt a lot more hot than it should be. The silence, the air, the tension- it thickened with every passing second.

“I-you-it-“ you suddenly stuttered, being confronted about last night by Viol-Vi- no-wait-

You looked at her, and she could hardly make eye contact with you.

“…Shut the fuck up.” You finally found the words, looking away and leaning back. You closed your eyes-wiping your face as you felt sweat drip down your body.

Vi tugged at her bra strap- feeling the fabric sticking to her skin. God, she hated this. She wanted to get out- but now it felt like a challenge. Now that she had said something about last night, she couldn’t fold and leave like a pussy.

She looked at you, watching you spread your legs out in your shorts and tip back against the wooden wall. Her throat suddenly felt dry as she watched a bead of sweat trail down your bare stomach.

she took a swig of water- continuing to fidget with her clothes

You could hear rustling of clothes. The snap of an elastic band and Vi’s little grunts.

“Ugh- what now-“ you started dramatically, opening your eyes to see her holding her sports bra in her hand- tits fully out. Your eyes found her nipples.

Pierced.

They were fucking pierced.

Vi shrugged. “It felt weird to wear it.” She said.

You choked.

“Put that back on! You- you can’t be fucking naked in here!” You said in a hushed tone.

“I’m not naked. They’re tits.” Vi deadpanned.

You couldn’t even feel embarrassed-too worried about some staff member finding vi topless and getting their team kicked out, you glanced at the tiny glass window, then back to her.

“Violet Put it back on- now.”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. I hardly respect you as a person- much less an authority figure.” She scoffed. “Besides- you probably like lookin at em anyway.” She said.

“VI.” You stated. Clear as day.

She paused- looking into your eyes as she realized that you said her name right for the first time- well- outside of sex…before she smirked. “You’re a fucking bitch, y’ know that?”

“Thats it.”

You lunged, hand grabbing her face and forcing it up to look at you. “You think you’re tough fucking shit huh?” You said, voice low and dangerous. Vi struggled to pull her face away- but you pulled her right back in to look into your eyes.

“You complain and complain all the fucking time- negative as hell, bitching and moaning like a god damn child. Couldn’t your mother teach you anything about being a person people actually wanted to be around??”

Vi gripped the front of your bra and pulled you in.

“My mother’s fucking dead.” She hissed.

“You ain’t special. Join the club.” You seethed, before beginning to pull back.

You felt the fabric of your sports bra rip as vi roughly yanked you forward again in an attempt to get your attention. You yelped-slipping on the tile floor and falling against her, arms at either side of her to find purchase against the second wooden bench behind them.

You were quick to try to sit up and move away- but Vi held you by your waist. Tight.

You could feel your breasts pressed against each others- the sexual tension clouding the air thicker than the heavy steam that had your hair sticking to your face.

“That bra was expensive- you fucking dick.”

Vi’s glanced down to her thigh between your legs.

Sticky…

Heavy pants filled the steam filled room as the both of you fucked against each other. Steam and wet providing the perfect lubrication to glide against each others thighs.

“Horny bitch”

“Fuckin’ slut-“

The two of you whispered insults to each other as you toyed with her piercings, fingers tugging at her nipples. Every time Vi’s breath hitched- you felt like you won the game, only for vi to bite into your shoulder in retaliation.

Laid out against the wooden bench, the both of you tried to stay quiet.

“Someone’s gonna’ fucking hear you- loudmouth.” Vi whispered harshly as her clit twitched against your smooth thigh.

“O-oh please, someone could hear your whimpers a mile away.”

“I don’t whimper.” Vi stated, huffing loudly.

“Shit- Spread your legs wider” you said, and vi raised an eyebrow. “ what are you-“

You placed your leg around Vi’s hip, and pulled her in- not even thinking-

The both of you gasped, letting out a shiver as your pussies’ pressed together.

“Oh my god..” a choked whimper left her throat, nearly drooling as she looked down between the two of them- a thick string of slick connecting your clits as she pulled away, and ground hard against your soft- slick pussy.

You noticed how fucked out Vi looked, stuttering breaths, hands shaking as they held her body up. She looked like bliss..

“This..your first time doing this?” You asked softly, in a slight daze of sexual frustration.

Vi nodded quickly, eyes screwed shut as she rubbed against you. “Girls like t-the strap more..I..don’t get to feel like..like this...” she muttered- finding it hard to keep concentration when all she wants to do is pound you into the wood.

You look up at her, and you roll your hips.

“Then fucking enjoy it Vi.”

The two of you lost it, the steam and pressure building up as your clits caught against each others- thrust after thrust.

Outside of the sauna- the room was dead silent except for the hum of the machine. Inside was a far different story.

“Fuck!..fuck!” Vi called out your name as your pelvis rutted against hers- wet, slick sexes messily matched paces over and over.

Your hands held onto vi’s hips, guiding her as vi’a fingernails dug into your thighs. “Faster faster, faster-take it slut; fucking take it-“ Vi couldnt tell if she was begging or demanding, she didn’t care- all the wanted to do was cum.

You swore she was louder than you were- but you couldn’t care less as you grew closer to your orgasm. “You love this huh? Love fucking your teammate cuz you couldn’t find any other bitches to sleep with huh?” You panted out- and vi opened her eyes, looking down into yours.

“Yeah. I fucking do- cuz I’m the only one that makes you cum like this. The way you were calling my name last night- bet that was the best sex you’ve ever had.” She spat at you as she moved faster.

You moaned loudly, reaching one of your hands up and grabbing Vi’s neck.

“You fingered me all on your own- you dyke bitch, don’t tell me how much I enjoyed the sex- mn!”

Vi slammed against you over and over, you felt the coil tighten In your stomach as you stared deep into her eyes.

“You’re a lesbian too, last i checked- hah!…can’t say shit.”

“Says the one that’s gonna be cumming on my pussy” you smirked

“Not if you cum first.”

The two of you groaned loudly as the both of you went faster, hearts pounding- hips aching.

“Its-I’m-“

“Me too-“

Vi’s eyes rolled back as she squirted on your cunt- her wet, hot cum covering your abdomen. You gasped, holding her close and kissing her deeply as you reached your peak right with her.

She collapsed on top of you, holding you close as the two of you rocked against each other to ride out your orgasms. You swore you blacked out for a moment.

As the two of you calmed, vi slowly raised herself and looked down at you. The two of you started at each other, eyes half lidded and fucked out. You glanced at her lips again, Vi’s hand smoothed over your cheek…

“Wait. What time does the game start?”

“…SHIT.”

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The two of you crushed a water bottle and scrambled to put your clothes on- rushing back to the locker room to check the time. “Fuck- we got an hour, everyone’s probably already on the field.”

“Fuck!” You yelled, trying to towel off your sweat and cum and get in your gear and cleats.

“Run out first- it’s weird if we came out together.” Vi stated. “Right, yeah-“ you said, rushing out towards the field.

“Where in the world have you been?? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Your coach yelled as you ran to where your team was gathered. “I got lost- this place is a maze. I’m sorry coach, it won’t happen again.” You said quickly, brushing your messy hair back.

“Where is Vi??”

“I don’t know, she was being annoying so I left, it’s how I got lost in the first plac-“

“I’m here!! Sorry coach- got my period.” Vi yelled across the field. Your coach pinched the bridge of her nose. “Both of you, get your shit together or your benched. I am sick and tired of your fighting and it will NOT be happening again, understood?”

“Yes coach.”

“Gotcha coach, sorry..”

The two of you glanced at each other- vi tugging up her collar to hide her hickeys as the two of you separated to discuss with your sections.

The game was about to start soon- but all you could think about was Vi’s face and how she looked at you then…

You hated her guts…

Didn’t you?

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imaginedanvrs · 1 year ago

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almost doesn't mean never

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summary: wanda maximoff x reader. '3 times we almost kissed, 1 time we did' trope

warnings: alcohol consumption, lots of angst

word count: 3.6k

You didn’t comment when Wanda repeatedly took fries out of your bag instead of her own, too enthralled in the story she was telling to notice what she was doing. At one point, she even took a sip from your milkshake and you weren’t sure if that was accidentally or on purpose because she had a habit of continuously trying your food whenever you had any. You would always offer to get her her own portion but she would frantically decline only to take several more sips or bites. You never minded.

“-and the moment we got back Vis already had dinner made for me,” she told you fondly, missing how your smile dropped as promptly as the anchor in your stomach.

“I suppose that was the least he could do,” you said lightly, struggling to hide your disdain for the robot. You would think that after a year of hearing your best friend tell you all about how amazing her boyfriend was that you would get the hang of pretending to like him, or better yet, stop being in love with her. It was never that easy.

“It’s not that simple for him,” Wanda defended with a soft chuckle that even the angels in heaven would have a hard time rivalling. “He has no taste buds,” she said simply. “Your cooking is far superior,” she told you, peering out at the car park and giving you the chance to admire her side profile.

The casual compliment gave you a surge of pride no matter how many times you had heard it before. It felt good to know you had something to offer the Sokovian that Vision couldn’t match, more so when it was something so important to her. You often replayed the memory of the night she was missing Pietro and dropped by your apartment unannounced to find you practising her favourite dish from her home country. It had been hard tracking down all of the ingredients you needed and it was your fourth time doing so when Wanda got to taste it, insisting you had perfected it. You hadn’t believed her until she started crying.

“I could have made something for you tonight,” you pointed out before taking a bite of your burger before Wanda decided to start on that too.

“I just needed grease,” she admitted, peering around the deserted McDonald’s car park. You were parked in the far corner and probably looked super dodgy to any strangers that spotted your car lurking in the blind spot, but Wanda liked to people-watch from the comfort of your car that she spent so much time in. She said that your car was comfier than hers.

“You need a holiday,” you corrected.

“We should take a roadtrip,” she said at once. You immediately loved the idea.

“Where do you want to go?” You asked, willing to take her to wherever came to mind.

“Anywhere,” she admitted, resting her head back to gaze at you with excitement. “I miss spending time with you,” she told you, not having a single clue how much of your days were taken up by you missing her. You didn’t see each other as much as you used to and even when you did get to hang out it wasn’t for as long as you wished. That was partly how you had developed the ritual of going to fast food car parks for your meals, it was convenient in case Wanda was suddenly pulled away. Her job required her to have one foot in her work life at all times.

“Me too,” you said. It was far safer to underplay your feelings.

The Sokovian shifted to the edge of her seat and took her hand comfortably in yours as she often did. You watched as she twirled her fingers around yours, feeling the warmth of the astonishing magic that lay beneath the surface. Her strength was incredible, everyone knew that, but it was the gentleness she coated it with that you had always been in awe of.

“Will this roadtrip be just us?” You asked even though you both knew it wasn’t going to happen.

“Of course,” she muttered, letting her fingertips dance across your palm. “Just us and the road,” she laid on with a smile. That smile made you feel things no platonic best friend should. That smile made you love her. With the way it reached her eyes when it was directed at you, it was too tempting not to pretend like her heart didn’t carry that same devotion to you, that her eyes hadn’t glanced down to your lips as she became just as lost in that fantasy as you. The electricity that charged the small space only existed in your world, because for her, it was saved for him.

The chiming of her ringtone snapped you both out of your separate thoughts and disconnected your hands just as swiftly. You didn’t have to glance over at her phone to know who it was and you shouldn’t have felt a sting when she opted to answer instead of calling him back later.

“Hey, Vis,” she said, voice so tender and yet still striking a blow.

You hated that toaster so much.

The slight murmur of Wanda reciting the lines of the character’s held your attention far greater than the original could ever hope to. She knew every episode of the sitcom by heart and you were pretty sure you were coming close to being able to say the same. She had been quiet that night, caught up in her own head about the events of her latest mission, so hearing her voice at all was a relief.

She had her head resting comfortably on your shoulder so you felt a soft vibration with every mutter of words. You smiled, not daring to move which was easy when she stunned you with her next words.

“I want to quit my job.”

“Oh?” You said casually to her statement you fully supported. You knew she had an incredible role in saving countless lives multiple times a week, but you also weren’t blind to the fact that your best friend didn’t enjoy her job. Unimaginable danger aside, no matter what she did, the public criticised her endlessly and did nothing to ease the gnawing feelings she had that she was a threat to her team and the people she helped. She had come so far in controlling her abilities, but she was only human.

“I won’t,” she said. “I just wish I could.”

“Why don’t you?” You enquired after a pause. Wanda sighed, lifting herself off of your shoulder and bringing her knees up to her chest.

“This place keeps me in check,” she admitted. You hated how she talked about herself.

“You’re not an animal or a criminal, Wanda. And this team has no possession over you. They can’t keep you here, no one can.” Except someone did. Vision was the only reason Wanda really remained on the team. He had convinced her to. But really, as long as he was an Avenger, Wanda would be too. Yet another reason for your disdain for him.

“Yeah,” she sighed, clearly not believing you.

“Wanda,” you prompted. She looked at you. “It’s your life. You can do whatever you want with it.” She still didn’t seem convinced. “If you want to run away, I can cause a distraction,” you told her, finally earning a smile from the brunette.

“I can count on you for anything,” Wanda said simply because it was the one thing she had never doubted. She had doubted her safety as a child. She had doubted Ultron’s intentions. She had doubted her team’s trust in her. She had doubted Vision’s loyalty. But she never doubted you.

“Always,” you assured without a beat. “I’ve got your back.” You wished that could have been enough for the brunette to decide that it was you she would run away with, but it was clear that if Wanda ever did opt to flee, she would take him with her and leave you behind.

“That might put you in danger one day,” she said sadly, letting her anxieties cloud her judgement.

“I don’t care.” You really didn’t. How could you?

She smiled at you softly and pulled your forwards slightly to kiss your forehead. She didn’t linger but her lips left a deeper imprint than she would ever know. You had always wondered what her lips would feel like against your skin and it was even better than you had dared dream.

When she pulled away and left a minute gap between you, there was a split second where you thought she was about to bring her lips to your own. But that moment passed when Vision casually faded through Wanda’s bedroom wall. She had told him countless times not to do that and you had to use all of your willpower not to scream at him to get out.

“My apologies, I didn’t know you had company,” he said but made no effort to turn around. “Good evening, y/n.”

“Vision,” you replied without looking his way.

“You’ve got to knock, Vis,” Wanda chuckled as you subtly placed a couple more inches between you.

“Should I come back?” He enquired.

No. Just keep floating off and never turn back.

“Yeah,” Wanda smiled warmly at him past you.

“That’s okay, I should probably head off anyway,” you excused. You had nothing planned and no work the following day so there was no legitimate reason for you to go. But if you stayed you would have just felt like they were both waiting for you to leave.

“Really?” You missed her surprise and touch of hurt at your sudden shift, watching on as you stood up from the bed to grab your jacket.

“I’ve got some errands to run tomorrow.” Lie. “And it’s getting late.” Not really.

“Okay, but I’ll still see you tomorrow, right?” The hopeful edge in her voice was going to stick with you for a while and you knew you were going to be replaying and over analysing it constantly that night. You had a way of hurting yourself with your optimism more than Wanda hurt you with reality.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you grinned back at her with sudden ease. You were only getting coffee, but there really was very little that would stop you going.

“See you then,” you called as left, purposefully ignoring her mechanical boyfriend.

As far as maid of honours went, you probably weren’t the best.

You didn’t carry the enthusiasm that any of the guests at the wedding did and it proved difficult to maintain your fake smile the entire day. You really were happy for her, your best friend was finally getting married to the love of her life, cementing your role as something far less significant. You just didn’t get it, he wasn’t even human.

The ceremony was nothing short of gorgeous. It was a small reception, Wanda had been adamant that she wanted to keep it intimate despite Tony trying to throw more and more money at the event and add more guests. But it was Wanda’s day, it was her choice.

You had never seen the Sokovian look so happy in her life, or so beautiful. You supposed the two went hand in hand, her joy had always been so warming and infectious that it was impossible not to see the perfection in it. Everything was finally coming together for her, while your world fell apart.

You didn’t acknowledge Natasha when she sat down next to you. As much as it pained you to watch, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the tender slow dance the bride and groom swayed along to. She looked like a Disney Princess, her dress wrapped around her with an elegance you were in awe of.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to come,” Natasha told you. You still didn’t look away.

“I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding,” you muttered, barely audible over the gentle music around you.

“Still, it can't be easy when you’re in love with her,” the Russian stated. You noticeably stiffened but didn’t bother to deny the fact. Your heart raced at the confirmation that your feelings weren’t a total secret, but you still knew Natasha well enough to be sure she wouldn’t tell anyone else. “No one else knows,” she assured. “Including Wanda.”

“Maybe this will be what finally makes me move on,” you wished aloud. Natasha didn’t respond, following your gaze to where the dance had come to an end. Most of the guests were beginning to disperse and you planned to do the same soon, you had already stayed longer than you had thought you could be able to.

“Carol’s into you.” You were aware of that, just as you were aware the usually confident Captain was working up the courage to ask you out. It would be good for you if you said yes. Carol was great…

“One lesbian crushing on another that’s in love with her best friend, you guys are hopeless,” Natasha quipped and you gave her your first genuine smile of the evening.

“I know, I know,” you admitted, holding your hands up and chuckling with the redhead. “I should go, see you around, Romanoff.” Natasha waved you off and watched you go with an edge of pity that she knew you would hate. As you reached the door, the redhead noticed Wanda frown in your direction and started after you, swaying in her slightly intoxicated state.

“Y/n,” she called once you were outside and finally alone. You spun around, feeling a pang of guilt that you had been caught leaving her wedding without saying goodbye.

“Hey, sorry. You looked busy and I…” you hadn’t thought of an excuse and you didn’t have the energy to lie to her anyway. “You’re married,” you stated with a shaky exhale that Wanda wouldn’t have missed if she hadn’t had a bottle of champagne to herself.

“I am!” She beamed and suddenly threw her arms around you. You hugged her back with a hesitation you had never given her before, uncomfortable and pained by the feeling of her wedding dress beneath her fingertips. You had swallowed your tears all day, but actually feeling how real it all was threatened to be too much. You just wanted to run home and cry into your pillow.

“I just,” she sighed heavily with bubbling excitement. “I’m so fucking happy right now,” she giggled and finally pulled away. “I love him so much and…” she seemed at a loss for words. You were too.

“I’m really happy for you, Wands,” you told her, ignoring how your throat felt like it was swelling to the size of a balloon. She grinned and hugged you again, holding you flush against her.

“Thanks, y/n. I can't wait for it to be your wedding day.” Her words were as rough as a sucker punch to the gut. Would you even ever have one? Surely. Right?

She barely pulled away to kiss your cheek, letting the alcohol do as it pleased and numb the feeling of your hands twitching around her waist at the act. “I hope he treats you well,” you whispered. Wanda smiled and rubbed your cheek affectionately with her thumb, as though she was about to use it to pull you closer once more. You would never know if she would or not, because you stepped away.

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you smiled, catching one last glance at the ring around her finger that glimmered under the fairy lights strung above you. They were your final reminder that your best friend was getting her happy ever after, because everything had fallen into place.

The moment your back was turned, tears streamed freely down your broken features.

You reread the offer letter for perhaps the seventh time that hour, determined to find some fault with it that you had missed before. Regrettably, you found nothing. It was the perfect promotion. Better pay, better hours, better benefits. There was an apartment available just a short walk from the office and from what you had seen from the online viewing, you couldn’t get a better deal on such an ideal place to live. There wasn’t a single flaw that was reason enough for you to turn it down, except for the fact it was on the other side of the country.

It wasn't that big a deal. People moved away all the time, it was a natural part of advancing with your life. It just meant that you would have to leave your friends behind, that you would have to leave her behind. Again, that wasn’t really a bad thing. Maybe distance was the only thing that was finally going to put an end to your insistent feelings for Wanda, who had been happily married for nearly a year. It could finally cease your reluctant ‘what ifs’.

“I knew you would be here,” she called a second before you heard the car door slam shut. You pocketed your phone and glanced behind you.

Wanda strolled up the cliff side towards you as the wind gently caressed her hair, though it didn’t seem to ease the concern written over her features. “You didn’t answer my texts,” she said as she joined you on the hood of your car and overlooked the vast ocean stretched out beyond the drop just metres ahead of you.

You knew what she was implying, you always answered her texts so she immediately suspected something was wrong. “Girl troubles?” She asked. You scoffed, Carol (sweet as she was) was the least of your concerns. You had only seen each other a handful of times and it felt more like you were hooking up than establishing something with a deeper potential.

“Not exactly,” you told her.

“Then what’s up?” She asked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

“I got a job offer,” you shrugged. Wanda’s eyes widened and she began to grin. Her excitement was infectious.

“That’s what you’re moping about?”

“It’s in California,” you said at once. Wanda’s smile wavered, but she refused to let it visibly disappear when it didn’t change the fact that you had a significant opportunity ahead of you.

“Wow,” was all she could say. “Have you talked to Carol about it?” She asked even though you both knew it didn’t make the least bit of difference to the Captain what part of the country you were in. You could be on the other side of the world and she would still visit you as frequently as she did. It was clear that the Sokovian couldn’t think of anything else to ask, but it still irked you that it was Carol’s opinion she enquired about.

“No, we don’t talk about that stuff,” you dismissed.

“Really? It’s a big deal.” You could see her frowning in your peripheral and it was no secret that Wanda had been trying to get you and the blonde to be something you couldn’t.

“It won’t make a difference to how we hook up,” you huffed, growing agitated at your best friend’s blindness to where your interests truly lied.

“I thought you two were getting closer,” she said slowly, noting your shift.

“Carol and I aren’t going to become anything more, Wanda,” you told her firmly, but she insisted on pushing you further.

“Why?” It was as if she wanted to see you snap and finally admit-

“Because she’s not you!” You exclaimed, feeling a sudden rush come over you as you let all of the lies you had been held back by all those years to finally dissipate. Wanda stared at you, stunned.

“How long?” The question was almost carried away by the breeze.

“Years,” you admitted, no point down playing the truth. It wouldn’t make it any easier.

“Y/n-” she started but you recognised her voice and you knew what was coming.

“Don’t. Please don’t,” you begged, tears brewing in your eyes as you realised this could be your long awaited breaking point in your friendship. It was inevitable. It had been since the first day you met the brunette.

You took in each other’s drastically different emotions, confirming the alternate cross roads you were about to take. But if that was to be the case, you wanted to have at least one small victory to take away. You cupped Wanda’s cheek as she had done to you so many times before, never understanding the burn you had felt at her touch at the time. She understood it then though, because the softness of your hand protected her from the winds that were picking up and made it all the more tempting to follow your lead as you closed the gap between you.

Sometimes in romance novels, they say that the first kiss was better than either of the characters had dreamt of, but that wasn’t the case with your kiss with Wanda. Sure, her lips fit perfectly against your own and yes, the faint taste of strawberry could have made you light headed with a giddy glee. But your kiss was filled with remorse and regret. There was a striking pain to the way your lips moved together and an overwhelming sense of anguish that neither of you would be able to rid yourselves of for quite some time.

Worst of all, that kiss was your unspoken goodbye.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted the chance to feel as lucky as he does,” you told her as you pulled away entirely. Wanda didn’t respond, you didn’t expect her to. She had already given you more than you ever thought possible. So you got off of the hood of your car and Wanda willed herself to do the same, standing back solemnly as you got in the vehicle she would never join you in again. She couldn’t bring herself to watch you drive, nor could you glance back at your best friend in your mirror.

My fault for falling in love with a straight girl.

#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel angst #gxg marvel

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saints-who-never-existed · 8 months ago

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So we all know that Blanky is cool and badass as fuck. That goes without saying. There's a sense, right from the get-go really, that he pretty much always knows what to do in any given situation.

Blanky knows when humour will lift a mood, and when seriousness is required. He knows when to give grace and kindness, and when to dole out much-needed tough-love.

I think it always worth repeating, though, that none of that would be possible without an extremely high degree of empathy and emotional intelligence. To me, that's Blanky's real greatest strength. It's the root of what makes him so cool and badass as fuck so I want to ramble more about some examples of it.

In Episode Two, for instance, we have his nighttime conversation with Crozier where Blanky matches the captain's energy beat for beat.

He laughs with him first about the erstwhile reindeer and while he remains optimistic throughout the rest of the scene, he's also honest, both acknowledging Crozier's various fears and drilling down to the root of them immediately - "Aye. You trusted Ross and you trusted Parry."

When Crozier remarks on his perceptiveness, Blanky's incredibly tactful and kind too - a casual "No, it's just that I know you." when in reality Crozier's been doing a horseshit job of concealing his thoughts and they're visible from fuckin' space.

In the following episode, I think the response Blanky gives to Little's fearful teatime diatribe is great.

In contrast to Crozier's vague and even condescending reply which only seems to rile him up further, Blanky shuts Little down clearly and firmly but without being unkind. I think a simple, factual response was the right tactic for the lawful-good sort of guy Little is.

I think his accurate judgement of Little's character is further confirmed later in the episode vis a vis the clandestine rescue party. He's right when he says "Lieutenant Little will never agree to it."

Another example that's very special to me personally is in Episode Five and it's not Blanky delivering his warning after Crozier punches Fitzjames, or even when he lightens the mood with jokes and toasts before having his own fuckin' leg sawn off (although I could talk about those forever).

It's actually a wee almost throwaway line Blanky utters to McDonald right before he heads up on deck:

"He's ill with it now..."

Crozier's behaved abhorrently to everyone around him up until that point. He's been vicious and manipulative, cruel and thoughtless. Threatening to throw Silna out into the elements and actually following through with Blanky, ordering him out into weather he knows full well is so cold that it literally just killed a man.

It would be so easy for Blanky to decide that that was final straw, that he was done with Crozier's bullshit. But no! Even then, even then, Blanky seems to be able to take a step back to some degree. To recognise Crozier's alcoholism for what it is - a debilitating illness and not some great moral failing.

It used to confuse me to some degree why Blanky would greet Crozier so warmly at Carnivale (other than the fact that the absolute mad-lad is drunk off his ass). Like, that's the man who made the decision that lead to you nearly dying and losing a limb - how can you just hug him as if none of that happened? But the more I thought about that earlier line, the more clearly it spoke of the incredible depth of understanding and feeling Blanky has for Crozier and the more beautiful that relationship became. He can forgive him so quickly because he can see so clearly the true person under the difficult surface.

We talk so much about Blanky remaining outside of the horror story the rest of the characters come to inhabit, refusing to dignify it with his presence. And, again, I just think an important part of the reason he's able to do so is that he sees the world around him and the people within in it for exactly what it is and for exactly who they are. It's just a lot harder to jump-scare a man who sees the mask you're wearing from a mile away, and understands precisely why you've donned it.

#I have SO MANY more thoughts about this but the post was long enough already #I'm going to think more about it and chime in further later #Like I want to talk again about Blanky's relationship with and mentorship of wee Tom Hartnell for one thing #Another moment I love that needs more scrutiny is his admonishment of Little in E08 too #It's another instance of him being tough and firm with the man without being unkind #And I love that Blanky even follows it up with physical reassurance - a language we know Little understands and responds to #Anyway #Further coherence impending!#The Terror #The Terror AMC #Thomas Blanky #Francis Crozier #Observations #Meta #Long Post

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marigold-hills · 11 days ago

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(Made myself cry with this one.)

Sirius knows he really shouldn’t be playing his music out loud, but nowadays his head hurts if he uses headphones and who is going to tell off an old man sitting by himself in McDonald’s? It’s only Eric Satie, anyway, not like he’s blasting out Metallica as he would have in his younger, more obnoxious years.

Nobody tells him off. He thinks maybe during rush hour someone would, but it’s a quiet Thursday morning. It’s just him, a young couple with a little wriggly baby, and a tired man in a high-vis jacket, scoffing up his food like he’s not eaten in days.

Sirius waits for his order. The person who took it offered to send it to the table - a small kindness. He feels bad about it, a bit like a burden, but since he’s been using the cane he always spills the coffee if he tries to carry it himself.

Stop it, Remus. It’s not annoying to need a bit of help, Sirius used to say. I’ve told you a thousand times.

And Remus would answer: Then tell me just one more.

(He did, always, until the last one.)

It’s not the most refined of places, with the screen-display menu showing off their current offering of children’s toys (forest animals), but neither of them cared for such things towards the end. The coffee is good enough, and it’s cheap enough, and Remus’ sweet tooth grew along with their years together. Even though they weren’t able to have the food anymore — Remus’ liver issues and Sirius’ late-onset diabetes prohibiting it — it was still something to do each week, once neither of them worked anymore and trips became more hassle than it was worth.

Truth be told, Remus never cared for refinement in the way that Sirius used to pretend to. He was more than happy with chicken nuggets and a coke, while Sirius dragged them to whatever new restaurant had popped up in town. Sirius remembers discovering the taste of a Big Mac, the sauce and the pickles and the maybe-beef, and thinking: huh.

Stop being so pretentious you twat, Remus laughed. There’s nothing wrong with it.

The staff who would remember them from when they still came together, when the chair across the little table wasn’t empty, are long gone. Moved on with their lives or to new jobs or universities. Nobody stays for very long and Sirius had stopped paying attention - not that he really did in the first place. It was Remus who alway filled him in on the gossip. The one with black hair is sleeping with the new guy, he would say, or greet a server by name.

How do you know them? Sirius would ask.

What, her? Sirius, that’s our neighbour.

Remus knew the milkman and the postman and all of their neighbours’ tea preferences. He knew what her-on-the-corner rowed about with her husband and who needed to spray their roses. And they all greeted him. Uncle Remus, then Grandpa Remus, then how are you holding up, Sirius?

A young girl in the uniform brings him one black coffee and one McFlurry.

You should try it one day, Sirius. It’s so good.

I’m all good. You keep your fake ice cream to yourself.

She smiles at him, kindly, mildly, the way people have been smiling at him since he’s grown more white than grey. Brings him the sugar he requested when ordering.

Puts the coffee in front of Sirius, and the ice cream cup in front of the empty chair. Out of her pocket, looking around herself to make sure nobody is watching, she pulls out a little plastic toy wolf.

******

Go read THIS now to get something fluffy.

@hoje--aqui I know I promised happy endings, I don’t know what happened, dont hate me

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #remus x sirius #dead gay wizards #fanfic

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jinxsleftmiddlefinger · 5 months ago

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timebomb highschool au

(part 3)

(pt1) (pt2) (pt4) (read on ao3)

description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context

warnings: none

Jinx knew agreeing to meet up with Vi wouldn’t end well, but she has never claimed to have good self control. After all these years, she’s just…curious.

Which is why she agrees to meet Vi at the mall. And ‘talk’, whatever that entails.

Sevika drops her off. She doesn’t really want Silco to know, not yet. She doesn’t think he’d be mad, it’d just be weird. And even though Sevika grumbles about Jinx and having to drive her places, she knows that she won’t tell Silco unless it’s necessary.

Deep breaths didn’t help prepare her to see her sister again. She doesn’t know how to feel.

She missed Vi, but she felt betrayed by her. She can never truly forgive her for turning on her after Vander’s death.

She doesn’t care about me anymore. She has Caitlyn. Jinx closes her eyes and walks towards the food court, looking for a splash of pink hair.

And there she is. Same short haircut, same pink hair. Vi has the same face, but she doesn’t wear the same expression.

She grew up.

Jinx approaches the table slowly, her fingernails digging into her palm. After all these years, and then bam, Vi is just right there. Her sister is back.

“Hi.” Jinx stops in front of Vi’s chair.

Hi?! Seriously, that’s all you could think to say!? Mentally, Jinx is hitting herself over the head.

Vi looks up, startled. “Pow-“ She cuts herself off, remembering being informed of her little sisters new name. “Jinx. Hi.”

Her flinch is visible when she says her sisters new name, inspired by her very own words.

Vi wraps her arms around her. For a second, Jinx is startled. She hasn’t been hugged like this in a while.

Vi smiles over her shoulder when Jinx wraps her arms around her slowly and relaxes into the hug.

Don’t cry. Don’t be weak. Jinx tells herself.

But even when she tries to seem tough, deep down, Jinx is just a little girl abandoned by her big sister.

She’s just a girl who misses her big sister.

“I’m so sorry,” Vi murmurs, pulling back from the hug. “I left…I wasn’t here for you, Jinx. I’ll never forgive myself for that. But, I realize now how awful a mistake that was, and I promise, I’m here now.”

Jinx stares at her sister for a moment, watching her. “Ok.” The smile at the corner of her lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Sit down,” Vi gestures to the seat across from her and sits back down into her own. “Do you, uh, want to get food?”

Jinx picks at her blue and pink nails. “I’m ok.” She bites her lip. “Thanks.”

“So…” Vi crosses her arms. “How are you doing in school lately? And uh…stuff?”

Jinx would find Vi’s awkwardness amusing if she wasn’t acting the exact same way.

Jinx get’s distracted by the sight of a blue ponytail, standing near the food court McDonald’s. It wasn’t her blue, not a vibrant, noticeable one. It had more of a purple tint.

It looked the hair colour off- But, no, it couldn’t be. Jinx had only seen her in instagram posts and pictures and that one time she secretly went to Vi’s college and spotted her outside. But there’s no way she’s here.

Except, she is. When she turns around, there’s no mistaking it’s her.

“Seriously!?” Jinx exclaims, looking at her sister angrily. “You brought her here?”

Vi’s confusion slowly dissipates from here eyes. “I- Jinx, no, listen-“

“No!?” Jinx stands up, knocking her chair back with a bang. “She’s right there! I can tell that’s your stupid girlfriend even from over here!”

“Caitlyn is nice, I swear!” Vi stands up to, hands out towards Jinx like she’s a wounded animal. “She just…wanted to support me. And meet you! Honestly, she’s-“

“She’s a Piltie! Just another prissy prep school rich girl!” Jinx crosses her arms. “Why’d you bring her, Vi?”

She’ll never choose me, Voices echo around Jinx’s head. No matter what I do. She’d even choose a stuck up Piltover graduate over me. She loves Caitlyn more than me.

“Jinx…” Vi pleads with her to see sense.

“I shouldn’t have come,” She snorts and turns away. “It’s whatever, Vi. Go be with her.”

“Don’t say that!” They’re starting to cause a scene in the middle of the food court, and Caitlyn’s looking over at the two of them, already aware of what they’re fighting about. “You can’t make me choose between you, Jinx! That’s not fair!”

Jinx looks at the ground, thinking of what Silco told her, of what she knows. Vi abandoned her. She shouldn’t have expected her to suddenly come around.

“Life ain’t fair, Vi.” She snorts and walks away without looking back.

Her sister watches in shock, mouth open to call out, arms wrapped around herself. She feels her girlfriend come up behind her, wrap her arms around her waist.

“It’s not your fault, Vi.” Caitlyn tells her. “She’ll come around.”

Jinx walks aimlessly around the mall, window shopping and glaring at people.

Stupid, stupid me. Stupid, stupid sister.

She hopes Silco will never find out about this endeavour, because it would only lead to another one of his talks.

Well, you were right Silco. You always are. She sighs.

Jinx has Silco, and Sevika even though she would never admit, and that was enough. It had to be.

She wandered into a store to wander aimlessly in a different place. Rows of clothes, none of them particularly interesting to her, were blurry in her peripheral vision. Then, something wasn’t blurry. Well, someone.

It was him.

Jinx smirked.

“Hello!” She appeared beside him and he jumped into the air.

“What the-“ He breathed sharply. “Jeez, you scared the shit outta-“ He paused when he saw who was standing behind him.

“Hey, new boy.” She leaned against the clothes rack he was currently browsing. “Watcha doing at the mall on this fine day?”

“Shopping.” He blinked.

“Well, duh.” She laughs and shifts closer to him. “But no one ever comes to the mall just for shopping. You’re looking for something specific. Or someone. Ya meeting someone, Ekko? You got a girlfriend?” Jinx leans closer to him.

Ekko blushes, hidden by his dark skin. “Oh, um, no.” He doesn’t know if Jinx is flirting with him or if this is just another example of her unique personality.

Jinx leans back and smiles. Bothering him is almost as amusing as bothering Sevika and Silco.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, keeping his eyes on the clothes rack behind her.

“I was here looking for someone, but,” She sighs sarcastically. “Sisters, y’know? Can’t live with em, can’t stuff em back in the old baby maker.” She makes a crude motion with her fingers.

Ekko nods along like he knows what she’s on about. “Right…”

Jinx studies her nails. “I guess not everyone’s sister is shacking it up with a Piltie, though.”

Ekko glances at her, confused. She rolls her eyes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Uh, that’s like, Zaun High 101. Piltover High is some rich high end private school, and the kids there are all little bitches, let me tell you. Zaun and Piltover High are rivals.” She makes finger gun motions, shooting at each hand. She even adds endearing little pew pew sound effects.

“I see.” Ekko laughs lightly. “Thanks for telling me.”

“You are so welcome! Wouldn’t want you to get beat to a pulp for accidentally associating with the Pilties.” Jinx says.

“Speaking of getting beat up,” Ekko says, something coming to his mind. “This guy came up to me at school the other day…said something about staying away from you and guys beating me up?”

Jinx blinks at him with wide eyes for a few moments, and he stands there awkwardly, clearly starting to think he’s done something wrong.

“Yep!” Jinx lets out a disappointed breath like this is nothing new. “Was he about ye tall, black hair? That’s Zach. He thinks he’s my ex boyfriend, or like, my now boyfriend, but I was never really that into him, ya know?” She stops leaning on the clothing rack and puts her hands in her pockets. “Just ignore him.”

“Ok.” Ekko doesn’t question about this Zach guy any further. He doesn’t want to overstep with this girl he barely knows.

Jinx pulls out her phone to look at a text that buzzed against her hip. It’s from Sevika.

I’m here to pick you up. Come get in the car.

Jinx types back: Kk! be there in a sec sevvyyyy

The response comes back immediately; Do not call me that, Jinx. And hurry up.

“Well!” Jinx slips her phone back into her pocket, noticing Ekko’s eyes catching on her blue phone case with graffiti like drawings and a monkey symbol in the middle. “Gotta go! See ya at school.”

And with that, she slips away into the mall.

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