kiss me and i might drop dead
summary: you and vi go on a first date
contains: no use of y/n, mentions of vaping, r is wearing makeup and a dress, running out of a restaurant without paying (don’t try this at home kids), modern au, piltie!reader, r being a picky eater, pure fluff
a/n: this is clearly inspired by olivia odrigo's single and that taivan scene cuz im rewatching yj and i miss them sm. and while i’m here PLEASE someone send me vi requests i’m begging 😭
It wasn’t your first date, but it was your first one with Vi. Maybe that’s why your hands were sweating
You were the one who made the first move, something she wasn’t really used to, so your directness caught her off guard. The two of you met at a mutual friend’s party, exchanged a few words and a strawberry-flavored vape. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you think that maybe you and her would make a good combination
With that in mind, it took you a while to decide you were tired of just stalking her online and resisting the urge to like her stories at the gym or during band practice. Eventually, you asked your friend for her number and finally reached out to her.
Days passed en changing texts and late-night phone calls that stretched well past midnight, until finally, , you decide to invite her out to dinner at an Italian restaurant that, luckily, isn’t far from either of your apartments
You can’t help but think back to the day you first saw her, the way her blue eyes lit up beneath the neon lights of the bar as you apply eyeshadow in the same shade to your eyelids
A bit of lip gloss is added even when there’s a small thought that, if the night goes well enough, it might end up unnecessary anyway. Still, sacrificing vanity over a fantasy felt ridiculous. After one final glance in the mirror and smoothing down the skirt of your violet dress, you finally head out the door
Luckily, there wasn’t much waiting involved. By the time you stepped inside the restaurant, Vi had already arrived. She greeted you with a casual hug, which you returned by wrapping your arms around her neck
“You look… beautiful,” she murmured
Her gaze never once leaving you as the two of you pulled apart and took your seats, draping the elegant napkins across your
Nothing seemed capable of stealing her attention away from you, not even the crash of a glass hitting the floor somewhere across the restaurant
“Thanks,” you said, doing your best to ignore how warm your face suddenly felt and hoping she wouldn’t notice the deep blush creeping across your cheeks
“And you look really handsome today…” you added before immediately stumbling over your words. “I mean, you always do.”
Luckily, she doesn’t make a comment, even though you know she always seems to have one for every situation. Instead, she simply raises an eyebrow and lets out a soft laugh.
You silently thank her for it. Any other ambiguous reaction would have probably sent you spiraling into paranoia.
The evening unfolds with an easy kind of comfort. No awkward silences, no forced laughter. She was from Zaun, and you had grown up in an luxuries Piltover apartment building, yet contrary to what some might have expected, being together felt effortless, as if this was exactly how things were meant to be.
Once the waiter leaves after taking your order, Vi immediately starts teasing you about your choice of meal. She had ordered pesto pasta with goat cheese, while you had gone for the plain spaghetti and meatballs from the kids’ menu.
“I can’t believe you brought me to the best Italian restaurant in town just to order that.”
“Hey, the other pastas have weird textures!” you protested.
Vi tells you an exaggerated childhood story about how she used to steal candy with her friends. You laugh, offering one of your own in return about how much you hated being forced to share your birthday cake as a kid.
She talks about band practice and how safe she feels when she’s with them, mentioning that if things go well, maybe they could make something bigger out of it someday. You support the idea without hesitation.
Since the topic had already come up, you casually mention wanting to learn how to play an instrument someday, only for her to immediately offer herself as your guitar teacher.
“Wait, you’ve got something here.”
With one of her calloused fingers, she wipes away a small bit of tomato sauce from beneath your bottom lip. Once it’s gone, the spot where her touch had been seems to burn against your skin.
It’s nearly eleven by the time you realize how much time has passed. Only a few bites of spaghetti remain on your plate. Vi had finished eating several minutes ago, but talking too much tends to make you forget about other important things, like actually eating.
The restaurant is close to closing. Soon, one of you will have to ask for the check, and that means the night will be over.
Everything feels perfect, and you don’t want it to end. Some selfish part of you wishes the two of you could stay like this forever.
It’s been a long time since you last felt this way. Peaceful. Life gets complicated, and somewhere along the way, you start neglecting yourself a little too much. Maybe that’s why it had been so long since you’d allowed yourself to feel something for someone again. Since you’d genuinely enjoyed another person’s company this much.
Vi rests her chin against her fist over the table, nodding along to every word leaving your mouth, her blue eyes carefully following the rhythm of your voice.
For a brief moment, you notice her gaze flicker down toward your lips, only for it to dart away so quickly that you convince yourself you must’ve imagined it.
“Nothing,” you blink, only now realizing how long you’d been staring at her, and that somewhere along the way, you’d stopped talking. “Maybe we should ask for the check.”
You mentally curse yourself. Idiot
You reach into your bag for your wallet the second the waiter comes back with the check, but Vi immediately stops you.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, sounding almost offended.
“I’m paying. I’m the one who invited you to dinner.”
“You don’t have to do that. I wanna pay,” she insists.
“Okay… what if we each pay for our own?” you offer instead.
That’s when you notice the crooked smile slowly forming on her face, the kind that always means trouble.
“Or…” she lowers her voice into a whisper, “we could just not pay.”
“What? Absolutely not!” you immediately protest.
“Oh, come on. I used to do this with my siblings all the time when we were kids in Zaun.”
She looks at you with the saddest puppy eyes imaginable, the kind you can never say no to.
“You’re a terrible influence, Violet,” you roll your eyes, only making her grin widen.
Hopefully, she doesn’t notice the effect she has on you as you follow her instructions, pretending to head toward the bathroom only to slip out through the emergency exit instead.
A startled yelp escapes you when cold fingers suddenly wrap around your wrist, not realizing she had been right behind you the entire time.
“Hope you can run fast, sweetheart.”
She drags you down the hallway just as the door swings open behind the two of you.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
“Move!” she laughs, tugging you forward without warning.
The two of you sprint out of the alleyway, trying not to get caught by the footsteps chasing after you. At some point, you end up weaving through traffic just to lose him, earning several angry car horns in return.
Your heart pounds violently in your chest from the adrenaline.
Eventually, you duck into another alleyway to catch your breath once you’re sure the waiter is nowhere near you anymore. The second your eyes meet, laughter bursts out of both of you at the exact same time.
“God, if you ever become some famous guitarist, you’re gonna get canceled for that,” you wheeze between laughs.
“So this is your first time getting into trouble, huh?” she teases with a smug smile.
The distance between you becomes almost nonexistent, personal space clearly meaning nothing to Vi. Gently, she brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear, her intense gaze melting into yours.
Without thinking, your hands cup her face as you crash your lips against hers. Vi instantly responds, gripping your waist and pinning you softly against the wall.
A shaky breath escapes into the kiss at the exact moment you feel her smiling against your lips. After all the tension that had been building between the two of you, there’s nothing soft about it.
Every coherent thought leaves your mind entirely, and if the wall behind you hadn’t been supporting your weight, you’re pretty sure your knees would’ve given out right then and there.
When you finally pull apart for air, Vi rests her forehead against yours while your thumb gently traces the Roman numeral tattoo on her cheek.
“Wanna come over to my apartment for a bit?” she asks softly. “Maybe we could rent a movie or something.”
You nod immediately, even though some part of you already knows she might regret asking later.
Because once you’re there, you’re never going to want to leave.
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