arcane characters x you after your oral surgery
characters: vi | caitlyn | mel | sevika | ambessa
tags: fluff , SFW , slightly suggestive (ambessa's part) , TLCCCCCC , loads of crackhead ideas , rich!medardas x sugar baby!reader , rich!caitlyn , established relationships , modern au , NOT proofread 🥀
note: they took out my impacted wisdom tooth and im suffering, so let's make it aesthetic
- can't keep the smile off her face the moment she sees you outside of the OR. she just can't.
"baby, you look like a pufferfish."
- she doesn't mean any harm! god, she loves you too much to purposefully want to make you upset, but you look downright adorable with your pouty lips and swollen cheek. it's a wonder she hasn't tried to kiss you—
- she did. she tried to kiss you and you pushed her away when her hand cradled your aching jaw.
"what's wrong?" her eyes widened comically. if you weren't in such a numbed state, you would have laughed.
"did i hurt you?"
- she was instantly crowding close to you, arms wrapping around your waist as she tried her hardest not to give you any more discomfort than she might have possibly given.
- commemorates everything that happened during those tough ten days. you, early in the morning, icing the right side of your face. you leaning on the other side so as to not cause pain to your inflamed gums. she has it all in her gallery, even the time you were trying to get your point across with a series of grunts and wild hand gestures while she's in hysterics behind the camera.
- vi is an attentive partner, through and through. she helps you with your usual 2-hour ice compress and buys you the meds you need after the operation.
- she's the type of person to be there 24/7 even when she physically can't and she doesn't text. she goes straight to calling you when you're at home and she's out working her 9 to 5.
"are you sure you're eating alright? i'll grab some yogurt for you when i get back. that okay?"
your responses are typically grunts. it's hard to speak. your five stitches are making things uncomfortable for you and half of your face is swollen.
- weird thing is, vi understands it. whether that's because you spent so much time together or maybe vi is just psychic, she understands you perfectly. so she keeps calling even when you only hum and or grunt in response.
- researched in advance. she probably knows as much as the dentist themselves with how much she poured over the details. read both the good and bad news, probably got so deep into it she started downloading research articles about said surgery. just to "make sure".
- after the surgery, she takes you straight home and coddles you like a pampered pomeranian. heated throw blankets? done. medicine? stocked up. everything is where they should be; caitlyn is by your side, rubbing your arm while you doze off while the anesthesia slowly wears off one side of your face.
"is your face still numb?" her knuckles gently brush against the swollen cheek but she didn't put any pressure, not enough to make you jump.
"want an ice pack? the dentist did recommend it every fiften minutes."
if you weren't in such a drowsy state after the operation, you'd have told your worrywart of a girlfriend off. she has a way of worming into your heart with her perpetual worries, it's adorable.
"'m fine," came your mumbled and sleepy response. caitlyn, noticing you nodding off beside her, kissed your temples and huddled you closer to her side.
- the type of partner to literally put your message notifications to the HIGHEST volume after your surgery. caitlyn knows it's hard for you to speak, so texting it is. and every time your message pings, she's instantly checking her phone for any updates.
- literally works like the flash. each and every one of your cravings are met and she probably bought some expensive ass equipment that helps with your oral hygiene while she's at it.
- acts like a drill sergeant towards her kitchen staff the moment you got home. was telling everyone the dos and donts, what they should serve you and what not to serve you. she was literally hovering over the kitchen staff while they prepared your meal. forget gordon ramsay when you've got caitlyn kiramman as your boss.
- SOFT SPOKEN AS HELLLLLL
- on god she literally knows how to pamper you and will give out the best kisses and praises with that accent of hers ngghhh
"a pillow? an ice pack? painkillers?" she has it all stored and bought. just say the word. she's all yours (i wish she was).
you can only nod along to her enthusiasm to pamper you to the fullest. it's like you don't even have to lift a finger.
- yes, she has a gaggle of servants to do it for you, but why would she leave it to them when she's got two functioning hands? it's the only time you'll ever see the mel medarda elbows deep into a pot, stirring your congee because it has to be the right temperature.
- you tell her it's not needed, but there are very few things that amuse and interest mel medarda. you're the center of said interests. she wants the best for you, and she's loaded as hell, so you're spoiled for life unless you've got a sick twink colleague on the side with a god complex, then there will be a few complications... /JJJJJ
- mel is also the type of woman who lets you hang around while she's doing her work. you fall asleep pretty easily, the boredom etched faster when you're literally just sitting around, waiting for the clock to tick before you can drink your vitamins and meds again.
"bored, darling?" she'd ask, lifting her head from her desk.
you only hummed in response, picking up another spoonful of homemade ice cream her chef whipped up for you. it's your favorite, too. she never forgets.
mel chuckled at the sight. if she wasn't so preoccupied, she'd have joined you. "don't worry, i'll finish soon."
it sounded more like an encouragement to herself rather than a direct statement to you.
- can anyone really blame mel for wanting to spend quality time with her partner? because i wouldn't. i'd attach myself onto her back like a barnacle on a turtle.
- baby grew up without receiving much love, so please be gentle with her:(
- she does her best, of course. that gruff care is the pinnacle of pure sevika charm. she doesn't show it, but her hand hovers closer to your back whenever you stand or tell her that you're going somewhere.
- since it's a modern AU, she's probably someone's aide, legal or illegal, the details are always vague when it comes to sevika's line of work, and she never wants you to know too much. not because she doesn't trust you, but because sometimes, knowledge is a dangerous thing in her line of work. she keeps her partner blissfully unaware.
- sevika is a steady presence behind you at all times. she's there holding your hand during the checkup, helped you afterwards and bought the medicine prescribed by the doctor. she doesn't say much, but much was said through her actions.
- sevika's way of cooking for you is practical and clean, the way she taught herself at a young age. it's nothing fancy, but god, it warms your stomach like a heavy wool blanket in winter.
- the broth was always amazing and you half hoped she'd keep on cooking for you even after your gums heal. but you know that sevika is often busy with her work, so you tuck that wishful thinking in the back of your mind. for now.
"somethin' on your mind, doll?" sevika knows when you're pensive. that's the thing about her. she's scarily observant, not just with you, but everything and everyone. maybe it's the way her environment shaped her, but she's highkey perceptive.
you set your spoon, still tasting the chicken on your tongue. "i like your cooking."
she grunted softly and resumed eating. you mirrored her actions, thinking that was the end of the conversation, but no. she always surprises you with something. "want me to cook more?"
lifting your gaze from the tasty, war. broth, the corner of your lips lifted into a hesitant smile. "really?"
she nods. your smile widens, heart fluttering and a sense of contentment easing up your chest. "baby, you're — ack... ow. ow."
sevika didn't even give you time to react before she was reaching for painkillers from the cabinet and the ice pack she had ready just in case. she was by your side instantly, rubbing your shoulders as you palmed your swollen cheek.
"does it hurt?"
"yeah, i guess i can't smile really wide yet."
"ice pack?"
you chuckled, low and controlled. "how about a kiss instead?"
- has an entire staff at your beck and call. she's a busy woman but that doesn't mean you're left alone to your own devices. there's always someone tending to your needs and if her schedule is semi-cleared, she'll probably help you do it herself.
- loves to caress your swollen cheeks. it amuses her how you look like a pouting duck. she loves this new vulnerable look on your otherwise fiery disposition.
"that's the fourth time this day." you tell ambessa as her fingers trace the outline of your jaw. "what's so funny?"
"can i not enjoy the presence of my little lamb?" she smoothly replies much to your exasperation. ambessa never tells you what she's truly thinking but you both know better, those gleaming eyes said far louder things than her low drawl.
- probably rewarded you with something new after the surgery. she has access to your shopping cart, and sometimes, you try to go out of your way to be secretive about the things you buy, but that's not gonna fly with ambessa as your partner.
- the moment you get home, there're at least eight gift boxes littered on the carpet. wrapped in distinct bows, all of it from brands and stores you've been eyeing silently for months.
your tongue was numb, still, and so was your surprised expression.
ambessa chuckled, that low timbre that always made your knees weak, and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind.
"just a little something for my brave dove." she pressed a lingering kiss behind your ear, pushing you forward.
whether it was the anesthesia acting up or just you in general, tears welled in your eyes as you turned around to wrap your arms around the woman, thanking her profusely through lisped diction.
- worked remote during the first week of your recovery so that you won't be bored out of your mind with just the staff to keep you company. she found out how rewarding it is to see you just go on about your day and she probably had a lot of different ideas that didn't only involve innocent cuddles.
- it's just different when you're being... open with her. wearing mismatched socks, oversized shirts that are probably decades old with punctures down its sleeves. those little things earn you heated stares from ambessa. not to mention how helpless you look when you want to speak but can't because of the stitches.
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