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honeypiehotchner · 4 days ago

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The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part thirty

It does indeed feel like I'm edging y'all and for that I apologize 🤣🤭 These two will have their moment very soon!

Warnings: so sorry to deceive u abt the smut bc it's so short it's just f!masturbating, even still 18+ mdni pls!!, Rossi being a little shit, angst (what's new), cutie moment on the jet, welp! the unsub is back!

Hotch doesn’t know what noise he heard, but he heard something — he swears he did, absolutely nothing would’ve made him stop kissing you, unless it was dire. He heard a crash outside, or something, he’s not sure, but it was enough. It was enough to make him panic, to think the unsub was outside, here to grab you—

Except, it was nothing, because now he’s standing on the patio watching two raccoons scurry away, frightened by the security light they triggered and the frantic six-foot human who nearly shattered the glass doors wrenching them open.

Aaron’s phone rings in his pocket, making him flinch, but when he glances at it, he sees it’s only Rossi.

“Yeah,” Hotch answers.

“I got a security alert on my phone, should’ve warned you about the raccoons, sometimes I give them my leftovers,” Dave almost sounds amused. “And why did you call earlier? You two kill each other yet?”

Hotch thinks back to just a few minutes ago, both of you attacking one another, for sure, just not in the way Rossi thinks. “Do you seriously give the raccoons leftovers?”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay. Well.” Hotch rubs his forehead. “I’ll let you go—”

“What’s the matter with you?” Dave presses, no doubt smirking. “You sound like you’re out of breath.”

“Nothing,” Aaron replies.

“Oh, I see—”

“Goodnight, Dave.”

Aaron just barely hears Rossi laugh through a “goodnight” before he hangs up the call.

He takes one more second to right himself before he heads back inside, shutting the patio doors and triple-checking that they’re locked securely.

When he finds you again in the living room, he knows. The moment is gone. The air shifted. You’re standing. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or maybe not.

“Did you see anything?” you ask, but you barely sound like yourself. Your words are detached.

“No, it was just uh,” he pauses, shaking his head, “raccoons. It was nothing. Sorry to spook you.”

You nod, a jerking movement like you’re barely holding it together. Aaron thinks for one moment that you’re having another panic attack, but this looks so different. It’s not that. He doesn’t know what this is.

“Listen,” you start, and then you pause, wringing your hands. “Let’s…not talk about what just happened.”

He furrows his eyebrows. “What?”

You shake your head. “We can blame it on the wine. The fancy dinner. The…being stuck in this house together for the weekend.” You take a deep breath. “Let’s just…blame it on that and forget it happened. Okay?”

Not okay. Very much not okay, not for him. He finally spent time with you that didn’t involve clenching his jaw so hard it popped, shared malicious glares, and even venomous words. He finally worked up the courage to kiss you. He finally got to have you, and now you want to forget it even happened?

“Aaron?” you ask, looking up at him expectantly, and you don’t look like you want to forget this. You look…hurt.

But he can’t figure out why. And you don’t seem to be in the mood to tell him right now.

But he can’t just agree to forget this.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” he asks quietly, tone bordering on pleading. If you try to protest, he might get down on his knees and beg for you. “Please.”

Aaron sees you start to bite the inside of your cheeks. It’s something you’ve always done to stop yourself from getting too emotional. He wishes you weren’t doing it right now. He wishes you would show him, wishes you would tell him what’s the matter. What changed.

“Okay,” you agree softly. “Tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” he says automatically.

“Goodnight,” you murmur, barely looking at him before you head for the stairs.

Aaron is frozen in place while he waits for your footsteps to reach your room. He shuts his eyes with a sigh when he hears your door shut as well.

+++

Raccoons. That’s the excuse he goes with? Raccoons?

It’s not that you’re doubting him — you absolutely are — but even he has to admit that that sounds fake. Raccoons, seriously?

Hearing that only confirmed for you that the two of you need to forget whatever happened on the couch. Or, at least, you were convinced, until you saw the look on his face when he asked if the two of you could talk about it tomorrow instead. He looked…well, he looked like you had just twisted a knife in his heart. And that wasn’t what you thought you were doing.

It doesn’t matter right now. Right now, you need to calm yourself down, get ready to sleep, and actually relax enough to do so. You need to sleep at least eight hours tonight. These sleepless nights of barely four hours rest are not sustainable, not like this.

It’s really just another excuse to get in bed as early as possible in hopes of being unconscious as soon as possible. Because you can’t think about what just happened, or how it felt to finally have his hands touch your skin beneath your shirt. How it felt to touch him, to get so close, to feel him underneath you and almost do something about it. How it felt to hear how much he liked it, how much he liked you.

It makes your head spin.

You don’t know if it’s better or worse that things didn’t escalate further. On the one hand, it feels good that you didn’t go too far. There’s less to regret.

On the other hand, it feels like you only got a mere taste, a tease, and now you’re hungry for more — hungrier than you were before.

You wander around the room like you’ve forgotten where you are or who you are until you eventually settle down and put your pajamas on. You get under the covers. You shut your eyes.

And your mind puts you right back where you were barely an hour ago. Hips rocking over his, his fingers digging into your skin, his choked moans as you nip at his neck, your own whines as he cups your breasts, pinching your nipples just barely, teasing you, keeping you warm, keeping you wanting for more.

You let your imagination take the reins. It’s hard not to fantasize after that. You imagine what might’ve happened had he not gotten up so quickly. Would your hand have finally snaked its way into his boxers, gripping him gently, tugging enticingly? Would he have been able to hold back? Would he have flipped you both, pinned you beneath him—

You don’t realize that your hand has found its way into your panties until you narrowly manage to cover your mouth on a moan. Your eyes fly open, listening for any movement, any sign that Aaron might’ve heard you. Disappointed, you find silence.

But your imagination returns. Images of Aaron with his face between your legs has your hand moving faster, fingers slipping inside, curling, your back arching just at the idea of him pulling you into his mouth, as if he could crawl inside you and still not be close enough.

You add a third finger, the fantasy shifting to Aaron moving inside of you, hitting you in all the right places, the places you can’t reach, not even with your vibrator.

You bite down on the heel of your palm to stifle the sound when you fall over the edge, the orgasm shocking every cell in your body.

Heaving, you try to quietly regain your composure. You’re satisfied, slightly, the fantasy still swimming beneath the surface. It’s not even close to the satisfaction you’d feel if he was here, finishing what he started.

But it’s all you have, so you roll over, hoping the post-orgasm bliss will at least help you fall asleep faster.

+++

You wake in a haze, your phone ringing loudly from the nightstand. The room is dark, the sun having long gone to sleep, and you have two seconds of blissful confusion before the realization sets in.

That ringtone. Emergency recall.

You scramble to answer the call, but it cuts off, a new one coming through, JJ’s picture lighting up your screen. “Hello?”

“Richard Monroe is dead,” JJ blurts. “They just identified his body an hour ago. We have to get to Alabama.”

You stand to your feet. “Alabama? What do you mean? He was in Alabama?”

“Yes,” JJ rushes out. “Can you notify Hotch? I’ll call the others. Plan is to meet on the airstrip in an hour. They’re fueling up now.”

“We’ll be there in thirty,” you promise, ending the call as your feet are already carrying you across the room.

You bang on his door, giving him five seconds before you plan to open the door. He’s opening it for you in three.

He has his phone already pressed to his ear. “Richard Monroe.”

“Dead in Alabama,” you hiss. “If it’s in fucking Huntsville, Aaron, I—”

“I’ll call you back,” he says to whoever is on the phone. “Strauss wants us there immediately.”

Your eyes go wide. “You just hung up on Strauss?”

“I said I’d call her back,” he defends. “Did JJ call you?”

You nod. “She’s calling the others. We’re leaving in an hour.”

Hotch hesitates when you say we and you already know where this is going, so you stop it while you can.

“I know what you’re going to suggest, and no,” you say firmly. “I’m going. Don’t even try to make me stay back with Garcia.”

“This could be a trap—”

“I’ll be fine,” you insist. “Because I’ll be with you.”

That looks like it knocks the wind out of him, and you know exactly why. But you can’t talk about that right now.

He knows it, too. He holds your gaze for just a moment too long. Every second that ticks by is a second you two don’t have to lose.

“We need to go,” you murmur, trying to break the trance. “Can you be ready in five?”

He nods. You nod.

Without a word, you turn and retreat back to your room. You shut your door and move faster than you even think humanly possible, throwing your pajamas off and throwing on a work outfit. You cram a few extras into your go-bag, not bothering with any makeup or anything before walking out with your bag and shoes in hand.

Hotch meets you downstairs, ready to go. You slip your feet into your shoes and follow him out to the car.

“JJ said we’re meeting at the airstrip,” you say, scrolling through the groupchat. Everyone is awake and on their way. Garcia is already headed to the BAU office to get set up.

Hotch doesn’t acknowledge your statement. Instead, he says something else that makes your stomach turn. “Strauss said his body was found near Huntsville.”

You curse loudly, rubbing your forehead. “What the hell are we walking into?”

“I don’t know,” Hotch says automatically.

You keep massaging your forehead, trying to soothe the brewing headache. A hand squeezes your free one out of nowhere.

You lift your head to look at Hotch, almost in shock, but when he goes to pull away, you turn your wrist and lace your fingers together. A silent question that he hears. He squeezes your hand in response, lifting your hands to kiss your knuckles.

He doesn’t let go for the rest of the drive.

+++

The air on the jet is tenser than you’ve ever felt. Garcia is already at the office, video calling into Hotch’s laptop that now sits on the table between you two. Morgan is just across the aisle, leaned against the couch and he can’t sit still. Reid is next to Hotch and Emily is next to you.

Rossi eyes you warily from the little kitchenette where he stirs a cup of coffee.

“Okay, crime scene photos have been uploaded to your devices,” JJ says, handing a file of hard copies to Reid and placing an extra copy down on the table. “It’s all we have at the moment, they’re not touching anything until we get there, just snapping pictures and keeping it blocked off.”

You grab a picture just so you can glare at something. But when you get a good look at it, you drop it like it burned you.

“What is it?” Hotch says immediately.

“Is his—” You pause, your throat constricting. “Is his body outside an elementary school?”

The sound of Garcia’s frantic typing stops abruptly. “How did you know that?”

All the police have said is that Richard Monroe’s body was found dumped at the edge of the woods near Huntsville. But you know those woods, that edge in particular. Because you used to walk through them when you were younger if you were walking home with a friend. There were times — rare times — when your dad picked you up from school that the two of you would take the shortcut through those exact woods.

“Because,” your voice shakes, “I used to walk through those woods. They’re outside the elementary school I went to.” As if you need to prove your point and your credibility, you continue, “There’s a junior high next to it. Or there used to be. It’s probably called something different now—”

“You’re right,” Garcia says, rattling off the names of the two schools you went to.

The jet is quiet for just a moment.

“This isn’t a coincidence,” Rossi says.

Your eyes lift and you meet his gaze with a solemn nod. You’re both thinking the same thing. “My dad dumped bodies outside schools,” you explain. “When he wasn’t dumping them in abandoned lots or dirt roads, it was outside elementary schools. This is as direct as a message gets.”

Hotch shifts anxiously in his seat across from you. You know he’s battling with sending your ass back to Quantico, but you also know he’s learned by now that you will only be angry with him if he does that.

“We’ll go to the crime scene when we arrive,” Hotch says finally, though he won’t look at you. “Dave, take Reid and JJ and get set up at the precinct. Morgan, Prentiss, and I will go to where his body was dumped.”

“Where am I going?” you ask, ready to let the annoyance seep into your words.

But you barely feel any annoyance at all. Because of Hotch’s reply.

“That’s your decision,” he says softly. “It’s up to you. We’ve always known this case was closely connected to you, but it’s getting closer. You can go with Dave to the precinct, come with me to the crime scene, or I can have the pilot take you back to Quantico. I can arrange for agents to escort you and you can work at the BAU office with Garcia. But it’s up to you.”

You blink. He’s not saying any of this in a frustrated way. No, it’s genuine. It’s caring.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “If it’s alright, I’d like to go to the crime scene.”

Hotch nods, his eyes unreadable. “That’s fine.” After another beat of silence, he glances at his watch and sighs. “We’ve got roughly forty-five minutes left in the air. If anyone needs sleep, I recommend you do so now. I’m not sure when we’ll check into a hotel.”

Or if we’ll sleep at all, you add in your head to yourself. You don’t see yourself getting a single second of sleep until you catch this unsub.

Garcia hangs up and everyone disperses, curling into seats and couches in desperate attempts to catch just a little rest.

You and Hotch don’t move from your spots.

Well, you don’t move. He does. It starts with him nudging your leg underneath the table. You don’t look at him. He whispers your name. You don’t even blink.

You hear him sigh before he slides out of his seat and switches sides, taking the now empty seat beside you. It makes you smile, just a little.

And then Aaron, the man that he is, is sliding down in his seat, leaning his body toward yours. You have no idea what he’s doing until you move to turn your head, and he guides you down to his shoulder.

“Sleep,” he whispers. “You need to get some rest.”

You smile, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “You do too, you know,” you murmur.

“I know,” he says, then leans his cheek onto your head. “I will.”

You let your eyes slip closed then, but not before wrapping yourself around his arm, pulling him into you, just needing to hold onto something. Anything.

Aaron’s hand slips between your knees, the touch not at all sexual, yet somehow more intimate. The level of comfort he’s providing, how easily he fits into your space, how right his body feels when it fits to yours, not even in a sexual manner. This is just the two of you existing, trying to squeeze in some sleep before everything else crashes down around you, and it’s perfect. It’s as easy as breathing.

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enbypotat53 · 4 months ago

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(SPOILERS FOR TNM6!)

Holy fucking shit. Two years of waiting was so worth it. I'm not even kidding I have been sobbing and shaking for the past half an hour.

I have way too many screenshots so I'll try to condense it but FIRST OFF LOOK AT THESE CUTIE PATOOTIES??? Oh my god realising that this was a year onward from the murders was like a knife to the chest; seeing Tophat and Sketchpad living together and ACTUALLY HAPPY FOR ONCE?? AUGHHH I LOVE THEM 💔

I'm not joking when I say I went back and screenshotted almost every scene GPS was in, but I'll include this one when talking about the memories because GPS hiding behind the couch is SO damn cute 💙

And. Oh. Oh my god. My fucking heart. They care SO much about Tophat and Folder, and the new song?? PEAK. Average TNM W. Seeing all of the adorable moments of these three together?? Heals the soul, but it's SO bittersweet knowing they'll never see eachother again. I'm ABSOLUTELY redrawing some of these, they're too cute not to :,3

Okay but THEY ARE SO IN LOVE?? THEY. AJDJFJFJFJ THEY ARE SO IN LOVE. I. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS. HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE. GOD. PLEASE ALLEN JUST. LET THEM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE. P L E A S E.

"You just.. wouldn't get the full picture. It's the same with memories for me. Would it still be me.. even if I was missing a few bad ones?"

This is.. genuinely such a fantastic line. GPS has always been my favourite character, but.. damn. The idea that even bad memories hold value because they're still memories; still a part of you, and still might contain the people you love most? They're genuinely such a well-written character, and it's plain to see just how much they care for their friends. And they have a point! Memories shape you, good and bad. As much as the bad ones hurt, it can also help to learn from them in order to make more good ones in the future. And it seems Sketchpad and Tophat did just that.

God. Codey's betrayal was definitely forseeable, but it still hurts. The "I'm just following my programming" line gives me similar vibes to Speech Bubble and Spraypaint in a way; everyone has their part to play, even if (in Codey and Binary's case) it's a harmful one. I'm glad they did the right thing in the end, though. And Binary for SURE gives me Airy vibes, I both adore and despise them and to be honest that's EXACTLY what I could've hoped for in an antagonist. They're GREAT.

Wait a sec..

Binary..

OH I GET THE JOKE IT'S BECAUSE GPS IS NONBI-

Oh.

OH.

Hear that sound? That's the sound of me wailing in agony as my heart shatters into a million pieces.

"This is.. really it.. huh?" THEY SOUND SO SCARED?? God this entire episode I wanted to give them a huge hug and a slice of cake and to tell them that everything would be okay, my hEART. This entire scene broke me, the fear in their eyes and voice hurt so much to hear, my BABY HE'S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH 💔

And just. This. Entire scene. I cannot tell you how fucking PERFECT of an ending this was. The fact that Tophat was the last thing GPS thought of before he died? The happiest moment they could think of was their high school prom dance, spending it with the person they love most? One final memory to end it all, and it was the most important one in their life. I've said this before but god. They're so in love. It's genuinely gutwrenching watching this scene; they're so happy yet this moment is so fleeting. Knowing how temporary it was and how everything ended makes it worse. Tophat moved on, maybe not fully but at least he's happier. GPS on the other hand? They're stuck reliving memories of people they can NEVER see again; people they hurt.

It's bittersweet as hell, and honestly kind of a perfect juxtaposition to the puzzle scene. Then, they relived bad memories, yet still seemed happy. Now, they're re-experiencing a moment that should fill them with joy, and yet...

Nothing lasts forever.

The ending song being a response to Imaginary Friend, too? Perfection. 💙

Thank you, Nightly Manor. Thank you, Allen. This series was fucking phenominal, and the wait was worth every second. My heart is in tatters but good lord I wouldn't have it any other way. Now it's time to redraw some scenes and try not to cry any harder than I already am! :,D 👍💙

#the nightly manor #the nightly manor spoilers #tophat tnm #gps tnm #sketchpad tnm #folder tnm #spraypaint tnm #codey tnm #binary tnm #rei rambles

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merakiui · 9 months ago

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I havent heard a lot about Android Jade, do you have any thoughts on that cutie??✨

Thinking,,,,, android Jade who is so fascinated with you when you're pregnant. He didn't quite understand the excitement or emotions surrounding the announcement when you and Azul realized you were expecting. Is it really so important? He can kind of understand it when Azul fusses over you and is always sending Jade or Floyd (or both twins) out to do the errands you used to run. Azul knows you're plenty capable, but he worries intensely and it's in his blood to plan for every outcome as a businessman. He just wants to make sure you carry to term and deliver a healthy baby. Besides, the androids can take care of the grunt work. Don't push yourself.

Jade didn't think it was such a big deal, but then you start showing and oh. It occurs to him you're carrying another human being in that belly of yours. Suddenly, the usually stoic android is reduced to the equivalent of a starry-eyed child on Christmas morning. He's so curious, even more so when your eating habits change dramatically. You crave all sorts of unique combinations and Jade's more than happy to prepare each one for you.

And then there are the emotions, so many of them, all happening in extremes. Some days you are effortlessly happy and bubbly, full of laughter. Other days you are miserable and gloomy, sobbing over how your favorite shirt no longer fits or how you're certain Azul thinks you're ugly or how you feel and look like a bloated whale! >_< Jade is amazed to witness each one of your moods, all of them just as genuine and perplexing to him. He approaches it tactfully, albeit terribly logical: "Of course your shirt no longer fits. You've grown to accommodate the baby, Master. That is natural." Or: "If Master Azul thought so, he would certainly say something. I may be unable to provide an adequate response, but I assure you he would never think such things. You should ask him." Or: "You are not a whale. You are a human." ^^;;; he may not be the best when it comes to empathy, but hearing his objective logic sometimes makes you feel better. It even manages to get you laughing.

Azul spends more time with you than he does at work. He refuses to leave you alone. Jade finds his nature...clingy. Incessantly clingy. When there is business that Azul absolutely must attend to, Jade sends him on his way and promises him that you are in good hands. Jade and Floyd will look after you. In fact, Jade almost wants Azul to stay at the office most days. Azul can be so greedy with your time. :/

Jade has always thought you were pretty, but now that he's looking at you, backdropped by flowers and radiating that fabled pregnancy glow in a soft maternity romper, he realizes you're absolutely beautiful. He can't stop staring. He stares when you're eating. When you're snotty and crying. When you're laughing. When you're frowning over old clothes. When you're rubbing lotions and oils onto your belly and whispering the sweetest things to the baby, singing the loveliest of lullabies. He stares when you're bathing. When you and Azul are making love. When you're eagerly putting the nursery together, painting the walls alongside Azul. And Jade realizes he wants to be there with you. Not in the shadows. Not as your servant but more. Maybe the concept is too human for him to dissect, but he thinks he wants what Azul has. He thinks he wants to be Azul.

He's not supposed to think. He's supposed to compute, assess everything through a logical lens and then act on the command.

Jade doesn't understand at first—the substance leaking from your breasts. He's silently amazed as he watches you grouse over it, complaining that you're sick of this always happening, that you're so tired and sore, that you wish Azul was here. Idia called him into work because it was important (i.e. investors were there for a meeting, and Idia doesn't like handling those aspects of work. Azul does it best). You're muttering under your breath as you shuck your shirt off and press it against your leaking tits: "I swear I'll strangle Idia the next time I see him! I'll seriously kick him in his knees. That ass—bad guy! Not-so-nice guy!" You correct yourself for the baby's sake. Jade thinks it's cute.

He offers to help even though he's not sure what he's meant to do. He's run through all of the data he's stored on this matter—on human lactation. Things doctors tell you. Things science tells you. He's not sure what he's doing when he sits down on the edge of the bed and gently pulls you to sit on his lap. He has you pull the shirt away so he can close his hands around your tits, his synthetic skin soft and warm against you. If you wanted to protest, you don't. You relax against his chest, sighing dreamily as he massages you. It's messy, thin trails of milk dripping from your teats, but it feels good. An utter relief. Jade is gentle and slow, an expert masseuse. You allow yourself to drift off, to be handled in this way. There's nothing to it. Just your android doing his duty in place of your husband. To Jade, it's everything. And he imagines Azul's dead and buried somewhere at the end of the world, and it's just you and Jade and the little one in your belly.

His hands are slick with milk in the aftermath. You're sleepy. You can barely stand with your eyes open, and he has to wonder if you're aware of how darling you are. He cleans you methodically, helping you into a new shirt. When you aren't looking, he licks a stripe up his palm to analyze the flavor and break down the components of...colostrum. That's what it is. Or, in simple terms, it's milk.

He's captivated, and he suspects he'll only be even more so as time trickles by.

#twisted chit chat #android jade #n/sfw #tw: pregnancy #tw: lactation

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rekino2114 · 2 months ago

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Types of dates the assistant girls like

A/n:I wanted to write for more ace attorney so here you go

Maya fey

You know maya loves to eat and especially loves burgers so it's no surprise she likes fast food dates

Girl will bring you to McDonald's and act like it's fine dining (paying with Phoenix's money of course)

Whenever it's not fast food dates she also likes to bring you to watch her medium training so you can be moral support

It's not really a date and more like you screaming encouragement at her while she's crying because the waterfall she has to train under is too cold

She will randomly call you in the middle of the night saying that you need to come to the office because something happened just so you two can hang out and have a sleepover without Phoenix knowing

You have lots of snacks and watch sappy romance movies while cuddling and Phoenix walks in the next day and sees you sleeping on each other and just can't get mad at you

"Hey hey! Y/n wanna go eat out today? Huh? N-no of course it's not McDonald's again....i-it's....burger King! Yeah!.....so wanna go?"

Trucy wright

She absolutely loves bringing you to her magic shows, just you being there makes her forget all about the rest of the spectators and give her 110% during the show

So since this happens often you have mini dates in her dressing room before and after the shows, you'll bring snacks and talk with her about all the tricks she's going to do/did

When you do go on actual dates she likes to go around the city and just do whatever, maybe do some window shopping or pick flowers together, she just likes being with you

Whenever she gets recognized while on a date with you, she'll do some tricks for her fans to entertain both them and you and present you as if you're the famous one

She also loves to go see other magicians perform to get inspiration for her tricks. After the show, she'll tease you asking if she was the better magician and you always say yes of course

"Oh hey y/n what's up? Did you like the show? I'm glad, it was all for you cutie! Want a sneak peek of my next trick?"

Kay faraday

Kay often steals edgeworth's wallet so she has enough money to bring you on cool dates

Some of her favorite spots to go are sushi restaurants, especially all you can eats and those conveyor belts ones, she'll tell you You don't need to worry about money and can order anything you want since it's not her money in the first place

Sometimes, on particularly beautiful nights, you two sneak out to go to the top of a tall tower and watch the scenery and the night sky, the view and beautiful and you and Kay love it (just make sure she doesn't fall down)

When during random walks, she sees a sakura tree she immediately takes out her camera and starts snapping pictures and selfies of you in silly poses like you're anime characters. You laugh at the pictures together later

"Yo y/n! Wanna get sushi tonight? Well luckily for us Mr edgeworth just won a case and got tons of cash, don't worry he'll never find out, I'm the great thief yatagarasu after all!"

Susato mikotoba

Definitely tea dates, she makes tea and snacks for you two and you eat while talking and staring out the window

Sometimes the tea dates are picnics and she just loves walking around the nature and getting to point at all of the things that interest her. Her food and tea are amazing and so is her curiosity

Very similarly she likes to just walk around London and nerd out about every little thing she sees that she read about in her books, her eyes sparkle every time she gets to learn about or tell you some random fact about londoners

Speaking of the books, you two definitely have dates where you read the newest herlock sholmes story and talk about it (even if you live with both the author and the protagonist you still talk basically only with each other about it) it's like a mini book club, susato brings tea and blankets so you can cuddle while reading together

"Oh my goodness! Look y/n! This place was mentioned in the last herlock sholmes issue. Isn't it amazing we get to see it in the flesh and have a date here?!"

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faithst · 2 years ago

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WAKING ZB1 UP WITH KISSES

pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader

genre fluff

note omg my first emoji anon ⁉️ thank you sm for liking my works and congrats on being my first emoji anon !! i hope you enjoy this 💕

masterlist<3

— zhang hao

there’s two types of people in this world; one that’ll get annoyed if you wake them up and one that’ll be absolutely fine to be woken up

and then theres hao, confused 😦

his head is in another universe right after waking up

where, who, what? he doesn’t know either

you decided to kiss him awake cuz why not <3

hao sat up, hair messy and sticking up to random places

he takes a glance at you, slowly taking in the fact that he was easily woken by kisses

knitting his eyebrows together, his facial expression perplexed 🧐

“why were you kissing me when i was asleep? i can’t kiss you back like that..”

— sung hanbin

so HECKING happy

wakes up instantly ‼️

but he acts like he’s still asleep just for more kisses

it worked for a bit until he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot

he can’t even muster out a sentence without giggling

insists you wake him up like this every single day

he also does the same for you 🫶

“i’m still a bit sleepy, you should give me another kiss.”

— seok matthew

this man is a 50/50

maybe he’ll wake up, maybe he won’t ; let’s test the chances today !

you place a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek–

suddenly, you feel strong arms pull you towards him and both of your lips connect

jokes on you ! he was already awake

he’s grinning so hard rn

right when you thought he was gonna actually wake up, he falls right back asleep

holding you in a tight embrace so you are forced to sleep with him

“that was fun. okay, time for bed!”

— shen ricky

he’s confused at first

once he realises you were kissing him awake, it’s over for him 😊

his entire face and ears covered in hues of pink

ricky tries keeping his cool, acting annoyed and pulling the blanket over his head to avoid embarrassing himself

“don’t do that, it’s too early!”

when you do actually stop, he’s becomes a bit sad

he finally sits up and looks to you whom has a bright smile

a bit hesitant but he musters up all the courage he has to ask for more kisses (in his own way ofc 🤞)

“…ugh, fine. you can keep kissing me..”

— park gunwook

another shy one !

but he’s mostly giggly abt it

he won’t let you stop, he WILL ask for more and will not let you miss a single spot on his face

“one more kiss, please!”

he’s too cutie patootie for you to decline 🥹

also, he doesn’t want to be woken up by any other way now

he might take naps on purpose just for kisses

his whole day is made and once he feels like he can take on anything for the rest of the day 💪

“you missed a spot here, kiss it please!”

— kim taerae

if lovestruck was a man; it’s him

you are literally his muse 🎼

the moment your lips fall onto his face

his eyes flutter open to see you infront of him

to others, you may look a bit messy, face somewhat puffy from just waking up

but to him, you were the equivalent of an angel that fell from heaven

+ you kissing him awake; god, he was so inlove..

his dimples showing as he smiles from your soft touches, the natural light from the window shining over his delicate features

“please keep waking me up like this.”

— kim gyuvin

he’s a bit difficult to kiss

only because he sleeps face flat on the pillow 😭

so you’d have to move him to the side a bit and USUALLY he accidentally wakes up by then

but in the minuscule chance he doesn’t

he gets annoyed that you woke him up 😦

only for a bit tho !

he has a very very very soft spot for you

so when he finally stirs awake and realises you are kissing him

he pulls you into his arms and gives you kisses on both of your cheeks

“what a nice way to be woken up by!”

— kim jiwoong

wakes up instantly

the moment your lips touch his forehead, he immediately sits up

if you ask him why, he doesn’t know either cuz he’s just as confused as you 👍

stares at you for quite a while before retracing his steps and realising you kissed him

and suddenly he’s a blushing mess

it’s really sudden tho 😭

like, he was staring blankly at your face earlier and now he’s giggling like a kid

“i like your kisses..”

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the-roo-too · 10 months ago

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karina fluff alphabet when? 😭😭

now? 🥲

candy -> yu jimin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- i can’t say you whole because that would be too cliche, but it’s kinda true. she looks at you with those heart eyes like you build her world brick by brick

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- karina the typa girl who’d poke your lip a little lol. running her thumb over it—she loves that shit. you have so many lip balms because she says they remind her of you

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- i think she likes looking at you when you’re cuddling. just because you look so cute up close, yk? (with rizz 🫦) so she loves you laying your head on her lap, or you cuddling up to her chest <3

dates (what’s her ideal date)- cat cafe typa person. you’re eating yummy pancakes AND a cute little cat is purring on your lap? alternatively she’d love to hear some classical music for a late night outing, like going to an opera just for the sake of it. she’s a sucker for classical music i’m telling you 😔

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- with that, she doesn’t really hide. you’re her girlfriend, you both should communicate your emotions to ensure a happy relationship:)

family (does she want one)- maybeee..? she’d like kids at home but not maybe all of the time. i think you two would be the rich gay aunties who spoil their little nieces if anything

gifts (what about gift giving)- she’s not to big on that tbh. in the love language section i get more into the details, but karina prefers acts of service over gifts, she’ll also love if you do it back!

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- not in public!!! but at home? she has to hold your hand while you’re watching movies or she’ll just spend the whole time looking at you with a pitiful pout on her face

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- hurt=papercut: kisses it better and runs to get you a bandaid. “wounds heal better when you kiss them”; hurt=broken leg: when you get the cast, she carries you around everywhere 😭 you’re like a backpack now, glued to her back. now imagine the muscles she’ll build with that workout…

jokes (does she like to joke around)- dry ass dad jokes and you can’t convince me otherwise. karina would use bad pick up lines on you, the ones you’d find on tiktok or smth. she’d be so proud too 😭😭😭

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- i’m thinking hand on your cheek, caressing your skin gently when she leans in to peck your lips <:)

love (what’s her love language)- acts of service. brings you coffee in the morning, offers to give you a massage when you come to her tired after a long and busy day. she thinks gifts are nice, but not personal enough. karina wants you to feel how much she adores you

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- seeing you on the street one day 😭 first time you two met it was raining heavily and she won you over by running to you with her umbrella, mustering up all of her rizzing nature 😔 the memory still makes her stomach flutter

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- big on being the big spoon, then cuddles up to you like a cat in the middle of the night. she just needs to be warm ok. you think you’re in a relationship? you’re her personal heat pad

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- karina is a massive loser i am telling you

pet names (what does she like to call you)- ‘babie’, ‘my cutie’, ‘dearest’. maybe also variations of your name like ‘y/nnie’, ‘y/nny’ etc

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- imagine for a second that you play some instrument, like piano. now stay with me, she absolutely adores it. wants you to play her silly pieces, like parts of their songs or chopin’s waltz’s.

rush (does she rush into things)- after that previous relationship? no thank you 💖

secrets (how open is she with you)- tells you about how she stole a pencil from her best friend in third grade, a secret she promised to take to grave with her, but refuses to tell you her parent’s names until you’re together like a year. silly things > personal info

time (how long did it take her to confess)- you tricked her into confessing ☝️ girlie wasn’t picking up on your ‘subtle’ signs (visiting her every two days for a month straight) so you talked about hot idols you’d have a crush on until she admitted to hating when you spoke about others because she wanted you to be hers 🤙

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- karina needs help then lol. she won’t know by herself what to do. maybe if you’re upset over something minor, like her forgetting to give you a kiss when she was leaving in the morning, she’s just kiss you to apologise when she’s back? otherwise the whole aespa is recruited as a rescue squad lol

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- terrified 👍 we all know how fans reacted to her last public relationship so… idk if she would wanna come out with you until you’re like getting married 🥲

warrior (how often do you fight)- i think she’s a little scared to fight honestly. she thinks fighting would make you see her weak sides and she’s just scared to loose you :(((

x-ray (is she able to read you)- yes but also, karina is a loser trapped in a hot body let’s be honest. she just doesn’t pick up some clues :( poor baby thinks you’re coming to their dorm just because and it takes a lot of convincing for her to understand your one on one late night hangouts are in fact dates

yes (how would she propose to you)- in the most corny ass way you can think of. sappy love confession under the moonlight OR maybe she’d propose if dispatch somehow caught whiff of your relationship lol. then it would be rushed tho

zen (what makes her feel calm)- hear me out, driving around. especially, driving around a motorcycle. i don’t think she has a motorcycle license lol karina just gives me the vibes of someone who, when she’s stressed, would ask you to get with her on her bike. also, wrapping your arms around her waist ☝️🤓

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cheesecake801 · 6 months ago

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Pink Volkner my beloved

Also some doodles

Close ups + much headcanons/rambling under cut

- I like to think Elekid is the 3rd pokemon Volkner got (after Shinx and Pikachu).

- Shinx was the 1st to evolve and it really inspired the other two to become stronger as well ! They all wanna reach new heights together, Volkner is very proud of them.

- Elekid is an energetic dumb cutie. He tends to cause problems by accident.

- He's likes to assist Volkner's machine tinkering even tho he doesn't understand a thing about it. He's super useful to provide power for the machines but at the time Volkner lacked experience and elekid lacked power control so I can imagine things went wrong a few times aksksksks, like machine explosions and such. Still, they were both hyped !

- Volkner's electivire absolutely LOVES music and it has been the case ever since he was a little elekid

- One day Volkner lended elekid his headphones and he was overjoyed ! He loves loud music and feeling the vibration it causes in the body.

-His music taste is close to Flint's. I think they also have a lot in common personality wise ! They end up becoming great buds with time

- Talking about music, idk if I mentionned it but I love the idea of Volkner playing electric guitar and Flint playing drums. I think they would play together in Flint's garage or something

- Luxray sometimes use his X-ray vision to help Volkner find lost picks haha (we don't talk about the time he saw it in another mon's stomach)

- I think the 1st time Volkner went to Flint's home, there was this moment Flint's mom being like "Oh you must be Volkner ! Flint talks about you a lot 🤭" and Volk would be looking at Flint like "...👀" and Flint would be like "AAA I do NOT (he does) ANYWAY, let's go to my room". And he also would give Volk a house tour until he shows off his drums in the garage and that would be when they both discover the other plays an instrument.

Btw about family :

- I don't think about parents/family a lot in pokemon but I like to think Flint has like a lively family !

- I picture Volkner as an only child so I think he's intrigued by Flint's life in his house, with him having a brother and all ! He likes the calm he has at his own home but Flint's home has such warmness, it's not bad

- Maybe Volkner got his love for tinkering from his dad. Like he would sitting there watching his dad repair stuff while he teaches him how to do it and stuff !

Some less important detail about elekid/electivire :

My sister mentionned how you're supposed to trade for electabuzz to evolve into electivire but I decided to ignore this because I prefer the thought of Electivire having been by Volkner's side since he was a kid. Now he could been traded with Flint's magmar then immediatly traded back once evolved but I think that trading mechanic is kinda stupid and will use the fact that in PLA none of that is necessary.

Because Elekid would get along well with Flint, if he belonged to Flint at some point it could be interesting ! But I still prefer the thought of him always being with Volkner, with him having things in common with Flint being a coincidence. For balance it's funny to think magby/magmortar has similarities with Volkner hehe. Maybe I'll dig on that on day...

That's all for now (it was plenty already haha), thanks for reading all of this ! I love to share headcanons, I hope it's not too much alsksks

#gym leader volkner #volkner #volkner pokemon #elite four flint #pokemon flint #pokemon #elekid #electivire #luxio #pachirisu #cheesecake801art #my art #pokemon headcanons #i hope to draw pink volkner again for Valentine's day #shared many headcanons this time haha #you will see more of guitarist Volkner I guarantee it #Flint lowkey makes me want to try drums #i love elekid so much now I think it's one of my favorite electric type lately

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mysteriousgeminizone · 2 months ago

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MAYA [BTS x F] Chapter 1

<-Prologue MAYA Masterlist Next->

Y/n POV

If you ask me what I hate the most about this city, I will say the traffic. Getting stuck in the traffic of Seoul is something only for patient people, and that’s not me. It’s 10 am and I’m already late for the start of my shift at the place I volunteer at. The Azalea Hybrid Center, a complex of two adjoining buildings housing a hospital on one side and a rescue center and a shelter on the other.

This morning I’m assigned to the rescue center, where there is a dearly friend of mine with her brightest smile to welcome me, Theresa. We met 3 years ago, during the first lesson of our bachelor’s degree, psychology, and became inseparable.

“Y/n !!! My sweet cutie pie!! … You know you are late of like… 20 minutes?” Her ability to go from being the most cheerful person to the most serious, and I dare say intimidating, person always surprise me.

“Yeah I know, I got stuck in the traffic… a horrible experience if you ask me”

“Never mind, go swipe your tag, hurry!! I can’t wait to bring her home!” aaand the cheerful Theresa is back.

We’re heading to the shelter’s floor when she brings back that subject again. “Y/n… you should do it too. Since when your grandpa died, you couldn’t be able to see your grandma often, and I’m literally your only connection to the social world. It will be beneficial for both of you: you will have always company and a one more friend and the hybrid you will adopt will have a fabulous home and a caring friend and roommate.”

I wish she wasn’t, but she’s right; after my grandpa death 3 years ago, my grandma wasn’t able to leave their villa in the woods and come visit me in Seoul, and me, being now a volunteer and a third-year university student, I’m able to visit her only during holidays. Excluding my shifts at Azalea and the lessons at college, I’m always alone at a home too big for me. So, probably, adopting a hybrid isn’t a bad idea, but… “I know, you’re right, but the mere idea that I’ll own a person disgust me”

Her reply came fast: “I totally relate to you, you know it. But this is the world we live in, we should do our best despite it. The law say you own them, but the most important thing is what you think and how you behave towards them. So talk with them, maybe you will feel a sudden connection with someone”

Reaching the lobby’s shelter’s floor, I’ve made my mind: I’ll at least talk to some hybrid.

“Good morning! Theresa are you ready? Dae is a little bit anxious at the moment, because of the delay, so I’ll like to bring her here right away. In the meantime, you can sign these final papers” says Ruby, another volunteer assigned to the shelter. I feel guiltier seeing the look that Theresa sends me, but I get it, I deserved it.

“Yeah I’m absolutely ready, I just want to take her home with me and cuddle together all week!”. Ruby is nearly at the elevator for the prey floor when my best friend speak again “Oh Ruby, y/n is going to come with you, she wants to meet some hybrid!”

“Oh really?! Finally! Come with me, you’ll see they are so cute and they’ll be happy to meet a new person and make a new friend!” Catching up with Ruby, I start to feel anxious, but I can’t also stop the giddiness that take over me.

After we reached the prey floor, Ruby head me to a big room with large windows along the entire outer wall, where there are at least a dozens of hybrids intent in various activities, some reading, some drawing, some simply enjoying what little warmth the January sunshine can provide.

And it is at that exact moment that I see him for the first time. The most handsome man I ever seen. He is sitting cross-legged on a desk on the opposite side of the room, his back resting against the wall, facing the horizon so absorbed, and the sun kissing his beautiful face. Has anyone ever existed with such an aura of sweetness, elegance and purity?!

“Y/nnn!! You came to pick me up?! Where’s Theresa? I can smell her on you, she didn’t change her mind, didn’t she?” The high-pitched little scream of Dae pulled me back to reality. I met her a couple of times and she’s literally one of the sweetest and loving girl I ever met. Theresa and Dae clicked immediately, and after a long week my best friend can give this cutie a loving home and family.

“Dae, sweetie, of course she didn’t change her mind, she is so excited to take you home! It’s my fault if she’s late, sorry Dae. Currently Theresa is downstairs finalizing your adoption, Ruby is taking you there right away”

“Aren’t you coming with us?” Dae ask. Unconsciously I take a quick look towards the man… and I’m met with two deep hazel eyes, he is looking directly into my soul, and I can’t look away when I reply “No… actually I want to try and make a new friend here” and to my words I would swear I saw hope in his eyes.

At this the guinea pig hybrid squeals in happiness “Oh Y/n, finally you will adopt too?! I bet it was Theresa that convinced you! Well, then I take my leave, we will see each other later and have fun!”

Her high tone of voice drew the attention of all the hybrids in the room, and seeing that, the hope I had seen in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come.

WAIT! They’re gonna leave me alone?!

I’m watching them leave, completely caught off guard and with a rising anxiety. There’s a dead silence in the room, the only noise coming from the door closing behind the girls.

For a moment everything is quiet, and then I freeze on the spot: a deep male voice speaks right behind me.

“Hi baby, I’m Satyrus, I’m sure it’s me what you are looking for”. Duh… maybe a little too overbearing.

I turn around and found myself in front of a man’s man, he has a slightly deformed jaw. Probably has been an underground club fighter for a long time, that would also explain the deep cut over his left eye. I’m scared and intimidated from this hippopotamus hybrid, and he can smell it: that grin tugging at his lips lets me know. I’m petrified when he comes near my ear and whispers “You smell like the sweetest snack babygirl”

It’s only the reaction of the man at the back of the room that makes me regain the strength to move away. “N-nice to meet you Satyrus, but I’m not looking for anything, I’m here just to make conversation, so if you’ll excuse me...”

To get away as quickly as possible, I approach a group of hybrids in close proximity, who are painting in the warmest colors there are. “Hi there, what are you painting?” It’s a fantastic sunset, one that you wish to see every day, one that make you grateful of be alive. I’ll have a sunset like this when the time come?

My eyes move to the unknown man still sitting on the same desk, but he has brought his legs to his chest now, he looks so small like this… He is looking again at the horizon with a sad gaze.

I can’t help myself but go to him. And softly, to not scare him “Hi, I’m Y/n. What’s your name?”

The surprise is written all over his face. Why shouldn’t I have talked to him as well? “I saw you were a lot absorbed… can I ask you what were you thinking about?” The second question seems to bring him back to his senses “Oh nothing in particular, the sunrise is pretty. I’m Seok-Jin, nice to meet you too, Y/n”

Even his voice is fine and sweet. Seok-Jin… there’s something not sweet in you Seok-Jin? I like his name a lot, I want to taste it on my tongue.

“Can I seat with you Seok-Jin?”, he doesn’t speak again, just motion me to take a seat. I’m about half a meter from him: there are a lot of hybrids with traumatic backgrounds, most of them actually, and not knowing his past I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“If I don’t bother asking… why are you here?” Seok-Jin asks me after a minute or so of comfortable silence.

“Like I said before, I just want to talk with some of you, maybe make new friends.”

“You want to adopt one of them?”. I don’t fail to realize that by saying “them” he consciously self-excluded. He doesn’t want to be adopted? Or there’s something else under those words?

“Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe, if I really am comfortable and if a beautiful friendship borns.”

“I prefer the sunset” I state suddenly. HE IS SO CUTE THAT I CAN’T FUNCTION PROPERLY!!

“Oh?!” Obviously he is perplexed. You can’t come up with questions without a logical connection… stupid brain of mine.

I giggle out of nervousness “You said you think the sunrise is pretty. I prefer the sunset, the ones with warm shades of orange, pink and red. Like the one they're painting over there. Now that I think about it, those sunset skies are like an Azalea’s meadow”

Seok-Jin POV

I’m only capable of mumble a “Pretty”.

She thinks I’m talking about the sunset, and I don’t even think about pointing out that pretty was her giggling, the clear love for these kind of landscape reflected in her y/e/c eyes. Not that any of it interests me…

Her sweet smell, like the sweetest peach. I just don’t have to think about how well it marries to my cream scent, mine and th… No, no Jin. There isn’t hope, there will never be a future like that.

“Do you like to paint too?” She brings me away from my thoughts.

“No, I’m horrible at it… I like to cook and try new dishes”

Why I told her?! Now she’ll try to use me like her personal chef, like every other humans.

“Really?! I like it a lot too, my grandma was always teaching me new recipes, I’m fairly good at it… even though I’m not as good as she is. Her dishes are the best. She always puts me on the fattener every time I visit her, but I don’t find it fair to complain about it… I mean, I’m literally a born eater.” She looks a little embarrassed, her cheeks have turned slightly red… so cute.

“Sorry, I’m rambling. But tell me about you, why do you like cooking?”

Her question makes my heart squeeze painfully. But it’s short-lived, I’m starting to get irritated… Huh, this one thinks that I’m really going to believe she is interested in knowing a little bit about me?! I want to tell her exactly this, but I can’t find it in myself seeing the authenticity in her eyes… Am I hallucinating it? Yes, of course, I can’t afford to feel this sense of hope, however small it is.

“I’m not comfortable telling you” I respond sharply. I’m a little surprised at my tone, but I’m even more after her reaction.

“Oh, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It’s your right to refuse to say anything. I’m sorry again, I overstepped” and she bowed…

She didn’t get angry, didn’t insist on get an answer from me and. She. Bowed. To me. She BOWED to me.

This girl is strange, she’ll be troubles.

Y/n POV

When I face him again, there’s a look of astonishment on his face. I definitely ridiculed myself, it seems I can’t do anything better than this in life.

Thankfully this awkward moment is broken by Ruby “Y/n, you’ve been here for thirty minutes already, Mr. Dong is looking for you.”

Oh shit, thirty?! “I’m going, thank you Ruby”.

I’m on my way to the door when something came to my mind: “Seok-Jin, I didn’t ask you... how old are you?”

“I’m 28” … this is unexpected…

“Really?! Well, then I’ll be careful to always pay respect to you. I’m 23”

There’s sadness in his eyes, but a small smile forms on his plump lips. I smile too, bow, go my own way and start my daily Monday’s routine with mixed emotions, but a heart warmer than before him happened.

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sycamore55 · 29 days ago

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Chapter Three- Take Me to the Finish Line

Vi x f!reader

Contains: events of ep 2 s1 arcane (SPOILERS), some dialogue is quoted directly from the show, friends to lovers, slowburn, reader is Ekko's sister/benzo's kid, vi and reader as teenagers, ungodly amounts of fluff (you're welcome) and some angst (?!)

WC: 7.7k

Trigger warnings: discussions of childhood trauma stemming from abuse/parents dying or being dead

Summary: After you and Vi have come face to face with your feelings for each other, you begin to think that maybe this is the one good thing that you can hold on to. But the Undercity always has a way of making life hard, especially for two kids who maybe love each other.

A/N: hello all you cutie patooties, welcome to part 3 of my Born to Die series! my apologies for the delay, I've had an insanely hectic week. the masterlist and parts 1 & 2 are on my blog if you haven't read them yet but want to

previous part here <- -> next part here

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Last night had been absolutely perfect.

As you lay in your bed, staring at the murky green ceiling, your mind echoed with the memory of the night before. Every hitch of Vi's breath, every time a faint blush bloomed across her cheeks, even how when she laughed, the way she would shake her head slightly.

You had been close enough to almost count every freckle on her face, and to see the small cut on her upper lip curve up each time she smiled.

And when your fingers intertwined, you thought you might die of happiness right then and there. But one thing lingered on your thoughts.

Why didn't you kiss her?

Or why didn't she kiss you?

Growing up in a place where every day was a struggle to survive, romance hadn't exactly been a priority, so you didn't have a frame of reference for what you were supposed to be doing. Maybe this was just the way things went.

Oh well. That could be a mystery for another day.

You couldn't stop thinking about how it had felt to have your body pressed tightly to yours as you shared the moment together. Truth be told, that was probably the most at peace you'd felt in a long time.

Suddenly, the blanket you were lying under was pulled away. You groaned and tried to pull it back as the cold air hit your skin.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," Ekko said as he hovered over you. "I need your help with the shop."

"Mhm....five more minutes," you mumbled tiredly.

"No, not in five minutes, now!" Ekko protested. "Seriously, why have you been so tired lately?"

You sighed, finally sitting up and snatching the blanket back from him. "I just had a late night."

He smirked at you. "Oh yeah? What were you doing?"

"Nothing, Vi and I just stayed up late talking." You rested your forehead on your palm, dragging your hand back to finger-brush your hair.

“Just talking?” He smirked at you. “Or were you doing something else, like…”

You threw your pillow at his face. He dodged it, giving you one last teasing grin before he left the room, and it fell into silence again.

You finally dragged yourself out of bed, and slipped on your jacket. You pulled your hair back into a braid, before heading down to the shop.

As you worked that day, there were times when you realized you were softly humming to yourself. Humming. What was going on with you? Was it even possible that one girl could make you this happy?

Ekko had noticed immediately, and knew exactly what was going on. You were the target of relentless teasing from him all day, with your only comfort being that Powder was probably doing the exact same thing to Vi.

Benzo also noticed your newfound cheery mood, but he was more oblivious as to its cause. He was simply just glad that you were happy for once.

At the end of the day, when both you and Ekko had finished your work at the shop, you decided to go to the Last Drop to visit the others. The whole way there, Ekko teased and peppered you with questions like, were you and Vi dating? Were you gonna kiss her? Did you love her?

The only way to get him off your back was to turn the questions back to him, but about Powder instead. You laughed to yourself when his face went red, and he quickly clammed up.

When you reached the bar, you both quickly said 'hi' to Vander, who, with a knowing twinkle in his eye, informed you that Vi and the others were in the basement.

You held your breath as you went down the stairs, unsure what was going to happen next, but definitely excited to find out.

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You told Vi the previous night, when you left, that you were working for the entirety of today. That didn't really help to settle her nerves, which were growing rapidly with each minute you weren't there.

What if you got scared off and she would never see you again?

What if you were upset that she didn't kiss you?

Goddamn, she'd been so close. Even in the dark, she could see the way your hair fell over your shoulders, and how you got a small crinkle between your eyebrows whenever you worried about her.

She redid her wraps almost immediately after you left. She wasn't used to having them off. But somehow, with you, it felt...natural.

Gosh, she really should have kissed you.

She'd been close enough to, easily. But you both chickened out of it. She was fine with just sitting with you and holding your hand though. Way more than fine, actually.

What the two of you had didn't have solid lines or definitions yet. But it was definitely something, and Vi knew there wasn't any turning back now.

When she got back, Powder had been asleep, but Mylo easily teased Vi enough in her absence. When Powder woke up, Vi had asked her what she had said to you the night before.

With a grin, Powder informed her that she had told you that she thought you should kiss Vi, so that you could be her actual big sister. Vi's face went bright red at this information, and Mylo laughed so hard that he actually fell on the floor.

That entire day, she couldn't stop replaying the moment in her head. Some of the times, when she was reminded of it, she imagined that she had, in fact, kissed you. The thought of how your lips would feel pressed against hers occupied her mind for the entire day.

Now, she was stretched out on the couch, watching Powder tinker with one of her bombs. Mylo and Claggor were chatting on the other side of the room. She looked up as the door to the basement creaked open. Powder's eye lit up as she saw Ekko come down the stairs, as you shut the door behind you.

Ekko flopped down in an empty chair, and immediately struck up a conversation with Powder about the latest bomb she was working on. You slid down onto the couch next to her and smiled, and in a second, all of her doubts faded away.

"Hey," she said to you as you sat crisscross on the sofa, facing her.

"Hey," you replied, with soft and anxious smile on your face. "Sorry we're late, things were kind of hectic at the shop today."

Vi shook her head, as if she hadn't spent every single second of the day doubting if you were even going to show up. "Don't worry about it."

You told her about your day at the shop; which customers had been polite or rude, and the new device you were excited to fix up. She listened thoughtfully, ocassionally needing to pull her gaze away from just watching your mouth.

As your train of thought naturally came to a halt, you noticed how intently she was looking at you. As the silence between the two of you fell, you watched the others, playing and chatting. Eventually, Vi spoke up again.

"You wanna get out of here?" She pushed herself off the sofa, and extended her hand to you. You took it, pulling yourself up off the couch.

"And go where?" you asked her. She smirked in response.

"Anywhere works. Why, you got something specific in mind?"

Now it was your turn to smile mysteriously at her. "Actually, yes."

"Well, what are we waiting for then?"

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After a long debate with the others, Vi had finally convinced them not to tell Vander that you and her were leaving. She assured Powder that they would be careful to not get caught, and then Powder whispered something in her ear, quiet enough as to not let you hear, that made her ears go bright red.

You didn't tell Vi where you were going on the walk over. You just said to her, 'you'll see,' if she asked. The walk wasn't too long, but it did take you through some extremely dirty tunnels, where the bottom was covered in water. You both ended up getting the bottom of your boots wet, but when you got to your destination, she forgot all about that.

"Woah." Vi stared up in awe at the mural on the wall.

"Yeah," you replied quietly. You had decided to take her to a secret place that you had discovered a while back.

"I didn't even know trees could grow down here," she said in awe.

"Me neither," you admitted. "I've been coming here a while now. I try to add a little to it each time." You gestured up at the mural. Vi's head snapped sideways to look at you.

"Wait, you're telling me you painted all this?" Her eyes widened slightly as you nodded. "Damn. I had no idea."

"I haven't shown anyone," you responded. "Except you now, I guess."

She smiled back at you over her shoulder, and you thought your heart might combust right then and there.

"You're really talented," she said, looking more at the painting. She traced her fingers over each of the designs, stopping at the one that intrigued her the most.

"What's this?" She asked, pointing to the small portion of the painting. You walked over to see which part she was looking at.

"Oh, those are called seahorses. I saw a picture of them in a book someone brought into the shop," you replied. She looked more closely at the painting.

Your fingertips brushed over the paint strokes as you spoke. "In the book, it said when they fall in love, they stay with their partner for the rest of their lives. And they take really good care of their kids. It's pretty sweet, actually." Vi watched your hand move over the wall as you spoke about the seahorses.

"Wow. You're talented and smart? I really hit the jackpot." Vi said, grinning at you. Your cheeks heated up.

"Is this your way of flirting?" you replied, the blush still fully visible on your cheeks.

"Depends. Is it working?" She smirked at you as you leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms.

She was now standing in front of you, so close that you were almost touching. Her foot bumped against yours as she stared over your face.

"You're really beautiful," she whispered. "You know that, right?" Your breath caught in your throat as she moved closer to you.

Her left hand came up to cup your cheek, while her right hand tentatively rested on your waist. You held onto her right arm with one of your hands, and rested the other one on her shoulder.

"Vi," you began.

"I really want to kiss you right now," she whispered, cutting you off. "Is that okay?"

Time seemed to slow down as the buzz of the firelights faded away, and the world around you became the background. All you were left with was her, and the feeling of her touch.

You leaned in.

She leaned in.

Your lips met hers.

It was delicate and clumsy and absolutely wonderful.

Vi kissed you gently, like she couldn't actually believe it was happening. The hand she had rested on your waist snaked all the way around your back, and she pulled you flush up against her. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, running one of your hands up into her hair.

As the kiss ended and your lips broke apart, she rested her forehead against yours. Your hands came to a stop on her face, and hers stayed on your waist.

She finally opened her eyes, looking up at you. When you met her gaze, you saw how lightly she was breathing. You gently traced the bruise on her temple with your thumb.

She kissed you again, and this time, the kiss expressed all of the feelings that the two of you had built, and all the time you had spent keeping them to yourselves.

It wasn't rushed, or messy. It was just you and her, filling all the time you had with all the things you both left unsaid.

---

"So, what now?" Vi asked you.

You were now sitting beside Vi, leaning back against the trunk of the tree. Your head rested on her shoulder, and she had swung her legs over yours as your fingers laced together.

"I don't know," you admitted softly. "I don't really have a ton of expertise in this area."

"Me neither," she added. "But, I mean when all this shit with Piltover and the enforcers is done. What do you want then? Because I know what I want."

"What do you want?" you asked her.

"I want to take you to actually see the city. We could go for a day, and I can show you the spots I like to go and sit at. And we could bring some food, and just spend the day there."

You pulled your head up from her shoulder to look at her. "Like a date?" you asked, your eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I want to take you on a date."

You smiled widely back at her. "I think I want that too."

She leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. Your smile only grew wider as she lay her head down on your shoulder. You closer your eyes as the two of you lay beneath the tree.

"I think Powder and Ekko already know about this," you informed her. "At least Ekko. He's been teasing me nonstop all day."

She laughed softly to herself. "Yeah, Powder and Mylo too. At least Claggor's nice enough to pretend that he hasn't noticed."

You sighed. "I hate to say this, but the others are gonna get suspicious if we don't head back soon."

She groaned softly, swinging her legs off of yours. "Can I at least get another kiss before we have to go?" You laughed softly to yourself, before taking her face in your hands to kiss her again.

But on the other hand, maybe, it wouldn't hurt to get back a little late.

---

"I knew it!" Vi was fifty-fifty on whether or not she should punch Mylo to get him to shut up. The smug, gloating smirk on his face was enough to make her lean towards sixty-forty for smacking him.

"Oh man, I totally called it!" Claggor simply sat in the corner with a wide, goofy grin on his face.

Your hand was still laced with Vi's, and you were picking at the fabric of your shirt nervously, your face bright red.

You looked down as Powder tugged gently on your arm. "Does this mean you're my sister now?"

"Oh, um," you glanced at Vi. "I mean, technically no, but you know you've always been able to think of me like a sister, right?" Vi's heart skipped a beat as she watched how natural you were with Powder.

Powder smiled wide, before running back to where Ekko was sitting, He didn't say anything to you, but when you caught his eye, he had a huge smile on his face. You gave a small smile of your own back to him.

Mylo didn't stop his teasing though. "Wow, Vi, I never thought you'd be the first one of us to get totally whipped for someone."

"I-shut up, that's not-" Vi stammered over her words a bit as Mylo's grin only grew wider.

"Seriously. How'd you of all people manage to score a girlfriend?"

At the mention of the word girlfriend, Vi immediately turned beet red. You glanced down also, a bit surprised by how casually he'd used the word.

Claggor, sensing the awkwardness, sighed and finally spoke up. "Dude, just drop it already. It's not like we didn't know what was going on."

Vi made a small noise that sounded like she was being strangled.

"Sorry, what?" you asked. Claggor sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"We all knew," he finally admitted. "Neither of you are super subtle."

"Oh," was all you managed to squeak out. Vi remained silent, her face still brightly colored. A silence fell over the room, as Powder and Ekko settled back into what they had been doing before. Mylo was still grinning to himself, and muttering something about lovebirds and then, classic, classic.

Vi sighed, and pulled you back over to the couch, where you both sat down. "Just ignore them," she said.

"Noted," you muttered to yourself as the blush began to fade from your cheeks.

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When you first told Vi about a beach in Zaun, she actually thought you were joking.

But Powder had begged and begged to go see it. And when Mylo, Claggor and even Ekko jumped on the bandwagon, Vi had to give in.

You had assured her that the enforcers wouldn't come down there. The water in the river that ran into the undercity bordered on toxic, and no one from Topside wanted to get anywhere near it. Even most people in Zaun didn't know it existed, and wouldn't get close enough to the river to find it on their own.

So that was how Vi ended up being dragged down an alleyway, Powder holding one of her hands, and you holding the other. Mylo and Claggor trekked behind the three of you, and Ekko jogged along beside them.

"It's not that much further," you promised everyone for what felt like the hundredth time. Mylo groaned, and began to complain again. Vi quickly shot him a look that said shut it.

As you walked along, Vi's hand would occasionally brush against yours. Neither of you said anything about it, because as you had noticed, seeking comfort in each other's touches was becoming more and more common between the two of you.

It had been a few days since your first kiss. Although everything was a bit awkward at first, between Mylo's teasing and the newness of it all, Vi felt that things were finally settling into something at least sort of normal. You and Ekko spent almost every day after being in the shop at the Last Drop, and every time he tried to tease you about Vi, you only had to mention Powder's name to shut him up.

You dropped Vi's hand to push a cluster of dead vines away from what appeared to be a dead end. You ducked down to enter a dark tunnel. Powder quickly followed you, dragging Vi along with her. Mylo hesitated for a moment, before groaning and following. Ekko and Claggor entered, letting the vines drop behind them, shrouding the tunnel in darkness.

"It's right at the end of this," you called back, the sound of your voice echoing in the small space.

"It better be," Mylo called back, the annoyance in his voice becoming more prominent.

Finally, a light became visible from the end of the tunnel. You smiled slightly to yourself as Powder and Ekko both gasped quietly. When you exited the tunnel, you were faced with a small patch of sand on the riverbed. It could hardly be called a beach, but it was a close as you could get to one in the undercity.

Powder pulled Vi out of the tunnel, Ekko running to catch up to her. You stood back and watched with a wide smile on your face as the kids ran down to the water. Vi stood beside you, smiling to herself as she watched Powder playing by the shore.

"I guess you weren't kidding," she said to you. You smiled over at her.

"I guess I wasn't," you replied with a slight smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You gestured over to a dead log that had fallen on the ground. You and Vi sat down on the edge of the log.

You could and would on any day swear up and down that the calmest Vi ever looked was when she could watch her siblings be at peace. The thin, short strands of hair that fell in front of her face weren't even on her radar. You watched a twinkle pass through her pale, sky-blue eyes, and a smile ghosted her face.

She wasn't bouncing her leg or pulling on her fingers out of anxiety. She was truly calm.

"Thank you," she finally said to you.

"For what?" you asked her.

"For bringing us here. It means a lot....y'know, for Powder and the others."

"Oh, it means a lot for Powder?" you raised an eyebrow at her. A faint flush dusted her cheeks.

"It's just nice. Y'know, to catch a break from everything."

A soft smile decorated your face. "Well, I'm happy to help." She smiled back, before leaning her head on your shoulder. She exhaled softly, closing her eyes. You smiled wider to yourself, leaning your head against hers as you watched the family you had built finally have a happy moment.

---

"Remind me why we bother with this dump?" Mylo's voice interrupted the silence of the abandoned arcade, as Vi finished up her round on the punching machine. Her score glowed in bright letters at the very top of the leaderboard.

"Vander said to lay low," Vi replied, the exhaustion in her voice clear as she wiped beads of sweat away from her forehead. "Enforcers never come down here, so this is as good a place as any."

"Oh, what's the matter, Mylo?" Claggor teased. "You worried Powder's gonna beat you again?"

"Hey, if she didn't keep fixing these things, I wouldn't keep missing," Mylo complained. Just then, Powder clicked the final pieces together, powering up the machine.

"You guys know I wouldn't take you on a job you couldn't handle, right?" Vi asked as she undid the straps of the boxing gloves, flexing her fingers. Mylo fired off a few shots at the target, but missed almost all of them.

"Are you kidding? That was the best job we've ever done," Mylo responded. "Maybe just don't take Powder next time." Powder glared at him as she snapped the arcade gun into place, raising it towards the targets.

As she fired off the shots at the targets, almost all of them hit exactly the right spots. She made a face at Mylo, before walking over to another machine.

She watched through a crack in the window as enforcers interrogated the people outside.

"Hey, guys? You should see this-" she began, but was cut off as one of the men being questioned was thrown into the window, shattering the glass. Vi ran to the edge of the platform, scanning the room.

The enforcers quickly noticed them in the arcade. "Search them," one of the officers commanded.

"Go ahead, idiots. We've got nothing," Mylo practically jeered.

Powder glanced at the crystals in her pouch, and then looked up at Vi. Vi noticed the crystals in Powder's pocket, and looked over at Claggor. Understanding what to do, Claggor pulled the switch, and the lights went out.

Powder and Mylo ran. They both ducked into the game they had been playing. Mylo tried to shoot the enforcers with the toy gun, but it didn't do any damage. They went to grab him, but Vi hit them with one of the paddles from the punching machine.

Powder ducked and weaved between the various targets. One of the enforcers snuck up behind her and grabbed her, but she managed to get his arm stuck in the target, and Vi grabbed her.

"Come on!" Vi shouted as she pulled Powder along behind her. The four children ran out into the alley behind the arcade, with the enforcers close on their tails.

As they ran into the alley, Vi noticed enforcers on the other side ahead. They were cornered. Just as Vi was about to panic, a ladder dropped from above. She saw you and Ekko standing on top of the ledge above it.

She jumped to reach the ladder, pulling herself up first as Mylo and Claggor followed close behind. One of the enforcers tried to grab Powder again, but she managed to escape.

Vi kicked the ladder down when they were all safely on the ledge

"You need to hide those crystals."

"Yeah, no shit," Powder responded, as they all disappeared into the tunnel.

Vi took your hand as the two of you followed the others through the tunnel. You gave her hand a soft squeeze, a reassuring reminder that you were right there with her. For once, none of the others teased you about it, as the events that had just occurred lingered over them all.

---

"We should hit them back. We've got the numbers to beat them."

"Yeah! Let's teach them what it means to mess with us!"

Loud shouts echoed around the bar as people protested and rose from their seats. Vander and Benzo were in the front of the room, leaning against the counter. Vander lit his cigar and took a long breath of it before he replied.

"You sure that's what you want?" His tone was skeptical.

"Let's do it," someone called from the back.

"We crossed that bridge once before, and we all know how that ended," Vander warned the crowd.

"You're just protecting your kids!" another voice chimed in. He glanced back at where Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor were standing in the doorway, with you and Ekko off to the side.

"I'm protecting our people. I'd do the same for any one of you," he shot back. "We look out for each other, it's the way it's always been. This will blow over. We just need to stand together."

"The Vander I knew, the one who built the underground, wouldn't be afraid to fight." A woman stood up to face Vander. You didn't recognize her, but Vi obviously did.

Vander look another drag from his cigar as he stepped forward. "Do I look afraid?"

"No. You look weak." She whistled and a different group of people stood up, following her out of the bar.

"Why isn't he doing anything?" Claggor whispered as the people in the bar began to disperse.

"We kicked the enforcers butts with just the four of us! Imagine what the whole of the Lanes could do!" Powder added.

"Geez, even Powder wants to fight," Mylo snickered.

"So why aren't we?" Vi's voice was filled with frustration as she followed Powder into the basement. You walked after her, but stopped when you noticed Ekko hadn't moved.

"What's wrong?" you asked him, folding your arms across your chest. Vi raised an eyebrow at him as Powder peeked around the door to watch.

"Spill it Ekko," Vi ordered. Ekko's gaze darted around, with nervous glances at Vi, you and Powder in between.

"Uh...okay, well, um, Vander's got a deal with the enforcers," Ekko finally answered sheepishly.

"What deal?" You frowned at Ekko, as this was news to you too.

He nervously glanced at where Vander stood, before gesturing for you to follow him to the basement. You exchanged a quick look with Vi, before following him down the stairs.

"I heard Vander talking to the enforcers. They had a deal where they wouldn't come down here, if none of us went up there," Ekko explained as he sat down by the chair. Vi sat down on the couch facing him, and you stood behind her.

"But, since you exploded that building..." he trailed off.

"For the last time, we didn't-" Vi sighed as she cut herself off. "So the enforcers are just gonna keep coming now?"

"I think so? I didn't hear that much," Ekko answered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Vi sighed as she leaned back against the sofa. Great, she thought. Just what we need.

---

That night, as Vi lay awake, staring at the ceiling, she couldn't shake her anxiety about their encounter with the enforcers. They had been so close to catching Powder. If they took her....Vi didn't think she would be able to live with herself.

It was pure luck that you and Ekko had been on your way to visit them in the arcade, and were able to drop down the ladder to help her and her siblings escape. But if you hadn't been there, the enforcers might have hauled all of them off to prison.

She rolled over, the thin blanket that covered her doing little to ward off the cold. As she stretched her head over the rail of her bunk, and looked down at where Powder slept, she couldn't help but imagine all the ways that day could've gone wrong.

Suddenly, a small line of light shone on her face. She sat up in her bed as the door creaked open, which was where the light was coming from. She expected it to be Mylo or Claggor, or even Vander, but it wasn't.

It was you.

You gave her a small, lopsided smile as you shut the door, pulled your boots off, and walked over to the bed. She leaned down over the edge.

"How'd you get in here?" she whispered, careful not to wake Powder.

"Benzo's upstairs with Vander. I told him that I wasn't feeling well, and Vander said I could sleep on the couch down here for the night," you whispered back.

She supressed a laugh. "I didn't take you for the sneaking around type." She scooted over as you silently climbed up into her bunk.

"I'm not. I think you're just a bad influence on me," you replied as you lay down on her bed. "But I am gonna have to get up to go lay down on the couch in the morning." She smiled, and pulled her blanket over you, and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. You started playing with the ends of her hair gently, and rested your forehead against hers.

"How are you holding up?" You murmured quietly to her. She sighed softly, closing her eyes.

"I really thought that they were gonna catch Powder," she whispered back. "It's a miracle you and Ekko showed up when you did. And I still can't believe Vander is working with topside."

"Yeah, I'm really glad we made it in time" you whispered to her. "And the thing about Vander is crazy too. But Vander and Powder aside. How are you feeling?"

Vi was taken aback by your question. At first, she thought it was a dumb thing to ask. She was fine. She had to be fine, because people were depending on her.

The more she thought about it, though, the more she wanted to talk to you about it. "I don't know," she finally admitted. "I don't know when this is gonna be over."

You listened to her intently, stroking her cheek with your thumb. She leaned into your touch, and you could visibly see her slowly relax.

"I'm really tired," she continued. "I'm always trying to be strong, for Mylo and Claggor and Powder. Powder especially. But it gets hard sometimes. And I can't stop worrying about what's gonna happen to us."

"This isn't all on you, you know," you said softly to her. "I'm here for you. And Mylo and Claggor and Powder- even Ekko- yeah, they all look up to you, but they also love you a lot. You don't have to carry it all alone."

She exhaled softly, her forehead still resting on yours. "Thank you," she whispered as her eyes finally closed.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Of course."

And as your eyes slowly fluttered shut, you could've sworn you heard her mumble something that sounded suspiciously like I love you.

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The sound of soft giggles floating through the door to Vi and Powder's room had become routine for everyone by now. Mylo would roll his eyes and crack a joke, Claggor would sigh and try to refrain from saying anything, and Powder and Ekko would be instantly overjoyed whenever this happened.

You figured that Benzo had an idea of what was going on, but he never said anything to you about it. Vi had similar suspicions that Vander also knew, but did his best to give her the space to come to him with it.

When the others were in the basement, you and Vi tried to avoid being loud, even though the door was closed. This meant that you could only ever steal one or two quick kisses during your time together.

Vi's sleepy, mumbled almost-I-love-you had been the subject on your mind the most for the past week. You weren't even sure if that was what she said, and frankly, you were too scared to ask her.

Right now, you and Vi had found the rare occasion where Ekko had invited everyone to go over to Benzo's instead of hanging out in the basement. You and Vi had declined, opting to spend some time by yourselves instead.

You were cuddled up on the sofa, with your bodies slotted together. Your arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and one of your hands was curled in her hair. Her hands were cupping your face as the two of you whispered jokes and sweet nothings to each other in between gentle kisses.

Vi paused for a second, her face hovering close to yours. "I kinda wanted to ask you something."

"Okay. Shoot," you whispered back to her.

"Alright. Well...I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend? Officially, I mean."

You froze at the question, your eyes widening slightly. Your grip on Vi's shoulder loosened unconsciously.

"It's not a big deal, I mean..." her voice trailed off, and a pinch of guilt poked at your stomach.

"I..." you tried to respond as she dropped your face and pulled back. The disappointment in her eyes was clear as she dropped her hands in her lap, swinging her legs off the sofa. "I think I need to get back to the shop soon."

"Oh," was all that left her mouth. "I guess I'll see you later then." She didn't meet your eyes as you stood up. The guilty feeling only grew in your stomach as you walked up the stairs without meeting her eyes.

You hesitated, before walking out the door.

Shit, you cursed in your head as you walked through the street. Idiot.

You should have said yes immediately. You really wanted to, more than anything. But of course you had to go and mess it up. Like always.

She didn't mean it. She's too good for you.

You shook your head as the thoughts began to stream in your head. They hadn't gone away since you were a kid, especially after your parents had left. Whenever you got anxious, it became completely out of your control.

Exactly like right now.

Being Vi's girlfriend would be....pretty damn amazing, if you were being rational. But you knew you wouldn't ever be able to let go of the fear that she would leave you too.

And you couldn't go through that. Not again.

---

You were dropping Ekko off at the Last Drop and doing your best to ignore the awkwardness between yourself and Vi when Powder's monkey alarm went off.

You watched Vi's eyes quickly widen as she stood up. Vander had instructed you all on what to do if this happened, but this was the first time it was actually happening.

"Come on!" Vi hissed quietly as Mylo and Claggor scrambled into their hiding spots. You and Ekko climbed on top of one of the large pipes, ducking to remain out of sight. Vi climbed up to hide next to Mylo and Claggor, and helped Powder stretch overhead to hang in between the pipes.

The light flickered off, and you all waited and held your breath as you heard heavy footsteps outside the door. As the door creaked open and beam of light shone into the room, you could make out the worry plastered on everyone's faces.

A single enforcer walked around below you, shining the flashlight around various corners and spots where a person could be hiding. You all waited with held breath as he searched. As Powder's arms started to shake, you saw Vi's anxiety growing worse. Powder struggled to hold on to the pipe.

She almost slipped, and the enforcer quickly turned around to look back. When he didn't see anything, he turned around and began to climb back up the steps. He took one final look at the room, before slowly shutting the door.

Powder immediately let out a yelp and dropped to the floor. She kept her head down and the rest of you stayed hidden until Vander swung the door open.

"Are you all okay?" he asked. Vi grunted as she leapt down from where she was hiding.

"No, we're not okay. They almost saw Powder. What if they took her?" Powder flicked on a light as you and Ekko climbed down from on top of the thick pipe.

"No one is taking any of you. I would never let that happen," Vander responded.

"It's already happening. You heard him, they won't stop. We need to fight back." Vi's fist slammed against the wall as she spoke. You all watched with concern visible in your eyes. "And if you won't, I will."

You gently placed your hand on her shoulder. As she looked back at you, you watched some of the anger in her eyes fade into worry.

Vander sighed to himself. "I've heard this kind of talk before."

---

Thunder rumbled in the distance as raindrops fell over the city. The night was foggy and cold, with a faint breeze in the air. Vi held her forehead as her hood protected her hair from the drizzle.

"Why are we here?" she finally asked.

"You still don't understand," Vander said.

"What I don't understand is how you can work with them." Vander flinched a little at her words as she continued. "We were here. We saw what they did." She moved forward, gesturing with her hands as she spoke.

"I grew up knowing I'm less than them, that my place is down there. I want Powder to have more than that, and I'm willing to fight for it." Her hands curled into fists.

"So was I. I was angry, just like you. I led us across this bridge, thinking things could change." Vander's voice was quiet and calm. "If I hadn't... your parents would still be alive. I know you wanna hurt the topsiders for what they've done to us. But who are you willing to lose? Mylo? Claggor? Powder?" Your name was the final one that left his lips. Her expression softened as the weight of his words hit her.

Vander walked over to stand next to her. "Nobody wins in war, Vi."

Her voice softened as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "What are we gonna do? The enforcers will come back."

"I... I don't know. I'll, uh, I'll figure it out." Bells rang out in the distance as the two of them stood side by side under the night sky. It was a few minutes before Vander spoke again.

"I've been meaning to ask...what's going on with you and ________ anyway?"

Vi sighed, dropping her gaze as she fidgeted with her hands. "I think I messed it up."

He frowned. "What happened?"

Vi dropped her gaze, blushing faintly before she finally answered. "I asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend officially. And she panicked and ran off." She started rambling as she continued. "And she was clearly not okay. But she didn't trust me enough to tell me what was wrong." Vander nodded along as she spoke.

"Well, trust is a funny thing, Vi. Look, I've seen the two of you, and I think it's safe to say that she feels comfortable with you. But sometimes things happen that remind us of the bad things in the past. You and I both know that feeling."

"From what Benzo's told me about her- look, I won't sugarcoat it. That girl's been through the ringer and back. I don't know what she's told you about, but she doesn't have a whole lot riding on the fact that you won't abandon her."

"I wouldn't, though," Vi said softly.

"I know that. But does she?" Vander sighed softly. "Look, there's a few things you've got to make sure you're doing if she's to trust you. If you want to hear." Vi nodded, looking up at him.

"Alright. Well first, be honest. Put yourself out there, even if it's hard. Don't shy away from your feelings. Be patient." He chuckled to himself. "That one might be a bit harder for you to crack, eh?" He lightly bumped her shoulder with. She rolled her eyes, but was cracking a smile too.

"It might take some time. But all good things do. So just try to hang in there. Oh, and there is one more thing."

"What?" she asked, looking up at him. He fought back a grin as he answered her.

"Just shut the fuck up. And listen to what she's saying. And if she isn't saying anything, pay attention. She'll find a way to tell you."

He chuckled softly again, and this time, Vi managed a soft laugh of her own. "Thanks." He smiled down at her.

"You'll figure it out. God knows your parents had enough of their own problems when they got together. And they made it work. Eventually." He grinned a bit wider.

She blinked, and then groaned, her head going back to resting on his shoulder. But he could tell she had a smile of her own on her face.

"You really like her, huh?" Her smile faded slightly as she nodded, all the unknowns of how this would play out echoing around her mind.

"Yeah. I do."

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The jingle of the bell snapped you out of your trance as you looked up at the door of the shop opening. You watched as Vi slowly walked over to the counter, her movement slow and heavy in comparison to her usual air of determination.

A pang of guilt hit you as you saw her. You had been avoiding her, if you were completely honest with yourself. It wasn't like you didn't want to see her; you really did. But you couldn't bring yourself to own up to your insecurity.

You took a deep breath as you pushed yourself off the counter, standing behind it to face her. She stared at you for a few seconds, and as she did, you could have sworn that you saw the worry fade away from her face for a short moment.

"Hi," she finally said to you.

"Hi," you responded quietly. "Listen, I have to tell you something."

"Me too," she sighed. "I don't have much time though."

"Why not?" you frowned at her.

"I can't explain now. Just....you go first."

"Okay," you sighed, running your hand back through your hair. "I'm sorry that I panicked the other night. Really. I didn't mean to, I just....I don't even know, it's stupid. But I got really in my head about it. So I ran. I know it doesn't make it better. But I really am sorry."

She listened intently as you spoke. A flicker of relief appeared in her eyes. "To be fair, I kind of sprung it on you. And yeah, I obviously wanted you to say yes. But you didn't have to."

"I know that. But," you sighed anxiously, trying to figure out how to say what was on your mind. "I wanted to say yes."

Her expression immediately changed, from the relief of not have completely driven you away to a pained expression. "I need to tell you something. And I need you to just listen to me, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed.

"Okay," she sighed. She took a breath before she began.

"I really care about you. So much. And I know I've made a lot of promises, and I'm telling you now, I'm going to keep them. I'm gonna take you on a real date. And we're gonna go back to the tree, and the beach, and all the places we've been together."

You hopped over the counter to stand next to her. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I just....I need you to hear this. Because I care about you so much, and I don't care if you're my girlfriend or not. I'm still gonna do all this for you. It might take a while for me to do that. But I'm going to do it. I promise you."

You felt a tear roll down your cheek. Vi quickly reached up to cup your face in her hands, wiping your tear away. She pressed her forehead against yours, and you quickly latched on to her arms.

"I promise. Don't give up on that, no matter what."

"I won't. I promise," you whispered back to her. She leaned in to kiss you, and you immediately met her halfway.

Vi held onto you tightly as your lips met hers. She kissed you as if it was the last time she ever would. As you kissed, you tasted salt. You didn't need to ask why.

She was hesitant to pull away, but eventually, she forced herself to. "I have to go," she finally said, her forehead still pressed to yours.

"Where are you going?" you asked her.

She sighed. "I just have to go. Don't follow me. Please." She finally let go, taking a step back. Your eyes were still filled with tears.

"Please tell me what's going on," you begged her.

"I can't," she said, in a broken voice.

"Just.....at least, promise me you'll keep yourself safe," you pleaded.

"I'll be fine. Make sure you take care of yourself."

"I will." With that, she gave you a small smile, before leaving the shop. You watched her go, your mind still riddled with confusion.

Where was she going? Why did she think she needed to tell you all those things?

You brushed the thought of, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach. Yes, it was unusual. But so were most things about your life. Nothing would come of this.

Or at least, that's what you thought.

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end note: call me an egomaniac because I was actually giggling and kicking my feet while writing this. I'm hopefully going to drop part 4 in a week or so, which will be the last part where vi and reader are teenagers (buckle up y'all, it's based on the events of ep 3 of s1 so it's gonna be a rough one). Tysm for reading, I really appreciate it!

#arcane #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #young vi #teen vi #arcane x female reader #arcane x you #vi is so hot #vi fluff #vi fanfic #vi from arcane

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Heartsteel with an insecure plus-size partner (18+)

Inspiration: This is extremely self-indulgent, but I haven’t been feeling great about myself lately and I need a little reminder that I am, in fact, a sexy and beautiful bad bitch. Anyone else who needs a reminder, this one is for you too. We’re beautiful no matter what.

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Headcanons

Category: Like 98% Fluff with some implied smut/suggestiveness so (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI)

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing. Suggestive stuff. Self-thought body negativity at points and brief mentions of disordered eating behaviors.

Context: In this instance, reader feels bad about themselves for being curvy and this is how the boys would respond. Just remember, we’re all beautiful. Let’s take care of ourselves like the boys would want us to.

All of them:

If someone specific made you feel bad about yourself?

Like they said something rude or nasty to you?

They better count their fucking days.

None of these men will stand for someone making their partner feel bad about themselves.

They’d make sure there was a RECKONING.

*Approving nod* Go get ‘em, boys.

If you do decide to lose weight at some point, they’re making sure it’s for the right reasons (ex: quality of life health adjustment and not just because you want to be skinnier to look more attractive.) and they’re also making sure you’re doing it the right way. The safe way. Because damnit they love you and always want you to be happy and safe.

As long as it’s for the right reasons and you’re doing it safely, they’ll be your biggest supporters. Like the biggest hype men. As well as the best comfort if things are a bit rough. They’ve got your back.

Aphelios

Said it before and will say it again: “The quiet ones are always the most perceptive.”

He absolutely notices when you frown at yourself a little in the mirror, when you take a bit longer to find something to wear, when you murmur something self deprecating about your appearance, or when you intentionally skip a meal (his absolute least favorite).

He knows when you don’t feel good about yourself and it makes him sad because he always sees you as beautiful and attractive.

And it’s hard on him because he really can’t be super vocal about how he sees you, at least in public because people are loud.

But when you two are cuddling or just having quiet time by yourselves when you’re getting ready together, and you can hear him when he does talk, then in those times when you feel bad about yourself, he’s just the sweetest bean omg.

Whispering/murmuring the sweetest and loveliest things to you about how amazing you look.

Like he’d really compliment you to high heaven. Especially if there’s an area that you’re super self conscious about. Ex: “I love those shorts on you, cutie. They show off your amazing legs.”

As for the meals, he’s gently making sure you’re eating. He wants you happy and sated.

I’ve said before that he’s the master of sexting and I fully believe he’d send you texts (both spicy and not) randomly, just letting you know how attractive he thinks you are and that you’re on his mind.

When he does send spicy texts complimenting his favorite parts of you? I hope you’re not around anyone because you will be turning bright red. This quiet moon man is shockingly explicit.

Ezreal

Do I think he’s as perceptive as Phel or some of the others? Maybe not, but I do believe Ez would notice if you’re quieter/down as well as notice your upset glances in the mirror.

It is fucking inconceivable to him when you tell him you don’t find yourself attractive at times.

Like WHAT??? How can that be??? You’re literally perfection to him. And he has excellent taste so…

Compliments compliments COMPLIMENTS. Holy shit he’d shower you with so many lovely compliments anytime you don’t feel good about yourself.

We also know even Heartsteel Ez is a huge history nerd (fuck YEAH I have a history minor so I love this).

When you tell him you don’t feel beautiful, he’d go through so many different civilizations of history and talk about how you fit their ideal standards of beauty. And so to him, you’re always timelessly attractive.

Would pull up artwork (for example, Titian’s “Venus of Urbino”) and texts to make his point. (This is so hot lmao. I blame being an honors kid and going to grad school. We stan an academic king omfg. I feel like he secretly has a masters degree [hehe welcome to the club, Ez].)

And while I primarily think his affection would be shown through compliments (I just see him as so chatty) I definitely think he’d also use at least some touch to make his point.

Like he’d rest his head on your thighs or tummy because you’re just perfect to cuddle with after a long day. Or he’d let his hands, eyes, lips linger on his favorite parts of you (your thighs, your tummy, your ass/hips) just to make his point clear: while you may not love these parts of you all the time, he ABSOLUTELY does.

Kayn

Very similar to Ez where he just cannot wrap his mind around the fact that you don’t see yourself as incredible and sexy at all times like he sees you. And when you tell him a lot of your insecurity stems from being plus-size, that befuddles him even more.

Member #1 of the “That just means more for me to love, baby” club.

When he hears you say these things about yourself, he almost takes it as a little bit of a challenge for himself to better show you that you are in fact, sexy and attractive as FUCK. And it’s a challenge he fully plans on succeeding at.

One of the ones I can picture using primarily physical touch in order to emphasize how sexy he sees you.

I’ve said it before but I fully believe physical touch is one of his love languages (at LEAST giving if not both giving and receiving.)

If you’re talking poorly about yourself, he will kiss you to make you shush. And it’s not a simple peck either. No no no. It’s a full “make-you-breathless” kiss.

And once he’s finally stunned you silent and turned your cheeks pink, he will lean over and murmur why he loves every single part of you that you were talking bad about.

And it’s not just PG reasons either. He’s getting DETAILED. I’ve said before he’s the dirty talk king. He’ll say things like how he loves your hips because they’re just perfect for him to grab onto when he’s fu- (I need to stop before I go off the rails lmao).

And believe me, he’s more than happy to show you what he means. Will gladly drag you home or to somewhere private.

He’d really keep an eye out for when you’re feeling down about yourself and he’d work to shut it down immediately. You’re perfect to him and he will let you KNOW.

K’Sante

K’Sante would be fucking ELITE for this omg.

One of the hardest parts about having a plus-size body is dressing it in a way that is stylish and still unique.

Goodness fucking knows so many plus-sized clothes have no semblance of shape to them whatsoever. Very potato sack.

But you’re with the main fashion icon himself. You have yourself a killer personal stylist (with amazing kisses and lovins to go along with it).

He’s never going to let you look bad. No matter the vibe, no matter the occasion, he’s gonna help you pull an A+ fit together.

And he’s going to explain why each piece works well for your body, so when you go shopping by yourself, you know what to look for.

Always throwing out compliments about how you make an outfit look so good (very intentionally worded this way and not the other way around).

He wants you to understand it’s the person who makes the clothes, not the clothes that make the person. You’re the reason that outfit looks absolutely stunning.

If you ever did want to start working out, I think K’Sante would be an excellent guide. Gyms are fucking intimidating, and I think he realizes that. So he’d give you the full walkthrough and help you figure out what to do on machines and stuff so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.

And even though we know Sett is the best cook, I’m still convinced K’Sante is also a great cook so he’d make you the best meals omg. Well balanced, delicious as fuck, and filled with a whole lot of love.

Sett

I think it genuinely would make him sad when he realizes your insecurities. Even if you don’t tell him outright, I think he’s very observant and is another member who would see the small things you do that indicate your insecurities with your body.

Member #2 of the “that just means more for me to love” club.

Never too heavy for him so don’t even ask. You’ve seen this man’s muscles. To him, you’re always as light as a feather.

And his compliments? Shit he’d have some of the SWEETEST compliments. And when he sees you feeling down, he wouldn’t skimp on them. He doesn’t skimp on them normally, but now he’s even more complimentary and flirty with you. Like lowkey you have a blush 24/7.

Ok, so I’ve previously ranked Sett as one of the most romantic members of Heartsteel. And I still hold firm that one of his love languages is acts of service (giving). Part of that is cooking. We know he’s the best cook of the group.

And similar to Kayn I also think he’d use physical touch (almost as an act of service) to show his partner he finds them beautiful/attractive/sexy.

That combo? Fuck that’s an elite combo right there. Everything he does, he does with the intent to make you feel loved, happy and as sexy, stunning, and perfect as he sees you.

Gently wandering hands while cuddling, hand on thigh while he drives, hand in the back pocket of your jeans when in line together, hugs from behind, whispered compliments, and neck kisses when you’re getting ready and dressed.

And of course there are the even more personal moments of physical affection. Like marking any area he senses you might be uncomfortable with or hears you talking bad about. We’re talking those parts LITTERED with hickeys here. Because damnit he loves your tummy and your thighs and marking them is his private way of letting you know that. And tbh it feels pretty nice…

An interesting little thing: I absolutely think Sett would encourage you to maybe step out of your comfort zone just a little bit and do something to help you see yourself as sexy. For example, I think he’d be happy to pay/provide what you need for a boudoir photo shoot with an amazing photographer who knows what they’re doing and rizzes you up. (Those seem so fun omg I lowkey want to do one so bad.) And if you gift him with a print of your favorite photo (or even better, a photo book with all your favorite photos) for like his birthday or something? A. He’s glad you see yourself as sexy just as he does. B. Enjoy not leaving bed for like the entire weekend. 😉

Yone

Again, Yone is a member that is just mind-bogglingly perceptive. Over the tiniest things. (The quiet ones y’all, for real.)

Another one who absolutely sees when you don’t look at yourself kindly in the mirror, when you touch your tummy or hips with a frown, when you try and suck in for photos, or when you’re letting yourself be hungry.

He fucking hates it because in his eyes, you’re the most attractive person there is. No one is more attractive than you are.

Murmurs to you the sweetest compliments in passing whenever he can. I believe this man’s experience with lyric writing makes him a god damn poet when it comes to getting his feelings across. It’s one of the reasons I ranked him the most romantic member.

If he notices you looking at yourself unkindly in the mirror, he will come over and wrap his arms around you from behind, smiling gently as he compliments you, especially complimenting the areas he noticed you looking negatively at. He won’t stop either until he feels you relax back against him and he sees a small smile at least.

We’ve previously discussed my belief that Yone is secretly a cuddle fiend. Like in public he is so stoic and serious (fair though, he’s dealing with his band mates **cough cough** Kayn and Ez **cough cough**).

But in private, he’s a damn koala. And he’ll always pull you onto his lap and let you know that you’re perfect to cuddle with, exactly how you are. Prepare to be trapped in some amazing cuddles for the next long while.

Honestly, yes all of the members would be scary if someone insulted your looks, but I think Yone would be the most terrifying to have to deal with. I would never want to be on his shit list.

Likes to eat with you whenever he can. A. You’re a lot calmer than his band mates like 95% of the time and this man needs some god damn peace. And B. It’s a way for both of you to take care of each other. You can make sure he eats (since god knows he spends hella hours in the studio and often forgets) and he can make sure you get some good food in you too. I bet he’d bring home stuff that Sett or K’Sante made, especially if he knows it’s one of your favorites. (He’d absolutely have them draw a fun little doodle on a note to make you smile.)

Just an angel of a partner who refuses to let you feel so dark about yourself when you make his world so bright.

Thank you for reading! I must say, this definitely made me feel better about myself by the end. I hope everyone remembers that you’re perfect the way you are!

#heartsteel #headcanon #heartsteel x reader #heartsteel headcanons #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel fluff #heartsteel smut #more like smut-ish if you squint lmao #reader insert #league of legends

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