maisy

vi meets your parents for the first time feat. powder╱ sfw: modern au, established relationship, reader has a young sister, just fluff

a/n: dedicated to ky @asapcity and based on her request

Vi had been sitting frozen in her car a few blocks away from your house for about ten minutes, staring blankly ahead as she tried to fight off the nerves eating her alive.

Fortunately, she didn't have to face this alone since Powder was right there with her. Though, to be fair, her sister was acting more like a little devil on her shoulder than any actual emotional support.

She wasn't the type of person who scared easily, but saying she wasn't terrified of making a bad impression on your parents would be a massive lie.

“Please don't tell me you're thinking this is a bad idea,” Powder’s voice broke the silence, filling the car for the first time in ten minutes.

The pink-haired girl didn't say a word, but the look she gave her sister was enough to make the younger girl roll her eyes at the silent confession.

“Relax, sis,” Powder said, giving her a gentle shove on the shoulder. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Well...” Vi was completely ready to list every single worst-case scenario, but Powder's constant rambling cut her right off.

“We're already here, you bought her some beautiful flowers, and if we sit here any longer, we're going to be late. Now that would definitely leave a bad impression.”

She was glad to have Powder around, and even more glad that you had agreed to let her tag along. In fact, inviting Powder had been your idea in the first place, arguing that she might get along great with your sister.

On top of that, it comforted her to remember how confidently you had promised that your parents would absolutely love her.

“Okay, you're right,” she sighed. “Let's get out of here.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, though not before quickly fixing her hair in the rearview mirror.

Her hand trembled slightly as her fingers pressed the doorbell. She shot one last desperate look toward her sister for help, but Powder just gave her an encouraging thumbs-up.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door swung open to reveal a girl younger than you, who looked to be around Powder's age.

“Hi, I'm...”

“Vi, I know. You're pretty famous around here,” she interrupted.

Your sister called out, shouting your name to announce that your girlfriend had finally arrived. A second later, hurried footsteps echoed from the second floor, and you came running down stairs, throwing yourself straight into Vi’s arms.

She wrapped her arms around your lower back, accidentally crushing the flowers a bit, as you pulled her close by her neck to give her a kiss.

“You look beautiful,” she whispered the second you pulled apart.

And she wasn't lying, you looked absolutely stunning. It wasn't just because you had dressed up for the special occasion; to Vi, you always looked perfect.

Even after all the time you had been together, you couldn't help but blush, feeling just like you did back when your hands had brushed against each other by accident for the very first time.

“Thanks. You look great too,” you replied.

Your younger sisters exchanged looks and, almost by instinct, began making childish, disgusted faces at the two of you.

“Get a room!” Powder called out.

“Grow up!” Vi snapped back, which only made you laugh.

You apologized to the younger girls for not introducing them sooner, so you quickly did the honors. They greeted each other in the most awkward way possible, looking exactly like the teenagers forced to socialize that they were.

It wasn't long before your parents joined everyone, warmly greeting the sisters and saying how happy they were to finally meet them.

Everyone headed into the kitchen, sitting down to enjoy Vi's favorite dish, which your parents had made absolutely sure to cook after asking you at least three times what she liked.

The two of you sat right next to each other, a perfect spot that allowed you to squeeze Vi's hand whenever she started looking too nervous under your parents' questioning. It was also the perfect angle for Vi to kick Powder under the table whenever she said something totally out of line in front of her in-laws.

“So, Vi...” your mother began, “I heard you're in a band, is that right?”

Vi nearly choked on her bite of food.

“Yes, that's right. I play guitar,” she answered as politely as possible.

Your parents showed genuine interest in both Vi and Powder, asking questions about their hobbies, their family, and their plans for the future—even though you had already filled them in on everything beforehand.

Amid the small talk and laughter, the conversation eventually drifted to music. That was the exact moment your sister and Powder discovered they had almost identical tastes. Their eyes completely lit up when they mentioned an indie artist that apparently only the two of them had ever heard of.

Once everyone finished eating, Vi insisted on helping to clear the table and wash the dishes, but your parents were even more stubborn, firmly insisting that she didn't need to lift a finger.

“I can't believe you were actually that nervous about this,” you said, finally having some quiet time alone together in your bedroom.

She was lying back on your bed with her arms crossed behind her head, while you searched for the perfect spot to place the vase with the flowers she had brought you. In the background, you could hear the muffled music drifting from your sister's room, where she and Powder were hanging out.

“I don't know, I just really didn't want your parents to hate me and forbid you from ever seeing me again.”

“A forbidden romance... sounds kind of exciting,” you teased.

Vi laughed, and before she could reply, you playfully flopped onto the bed, knocking the wind out of her as you rested your weight against her chest. You planted a soft kiss on her cheek while she playfully pretended to push you away—though you both knew that was the last thing she actually wanted.

“The worst part is over,” you reassured her, getting comfortable against her chest. “My parents absolutely adore you, and our sisters actually seem to be getting along.”

Vi pulled you even closer, as if that were humanly possible, while her fingers traced gentle circles on your shoulder.

“You're right, the worst is over,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

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You wished that this moment could last forever.

It sounded like a cliché, a phrase you had heard a thousand times in romantic movies that usually felt too sweet. However, this was the first time you truly felt it with such sincerity.

Your girlfriend placed a tender kiss on your forehead, her hair gently brushing against your face and causing a soft tickle. Your combined breaths, still hurried from the ecstasy of the moment, slowly began to find a calm, synchronized rhythm. You could smell the scent of shared warmth in the air, mixed with the intimacy of the room.

"Are you alright, my love? Do you need anything?" she asked softly.

Her touch against your cheek was incredibly gentle, contrasting with the intensity of just a few minutes prior, when she had made you beg for the strap-on. You closed your eyes and shook your head, simply enjoying her presence. You caressed her knuckles just to reassure yourself that she was truly there.

“You did so good for me, darling,” she praised you. "That's my sweet girl."

With immense tenderness, she began to kiss every part of your face, moving from your cheeks down to the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Violet..." you scolded her, playfully pushing her away. "Have some self-control."

"Mmm..." she sighed, burying her face in your chest. "How do you expect me to do that when all of this..." she added, giving you a quick squeeze to your butt "...is mine?"

You rolled your eyes affectionately and ran your fingers through her pink locks, feeling as though you were truly made for each other.

"I cannot wait to make you my wife," she murmured, more to herself than to you, without moving away from your body.

"Wife?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "You will see, it will be the most beautiful proposal in the world."

You let out a soft laugh and wrapped your arms tightly around her.

“Yeah? I want to see you trying”

"You will, my dear," she whispered, her voice heavy with sleep.

There would be plenty of time in the future to daydream about tomorrow. For now, you chose to enjoy the present, while your girlfriend listened to the steady beat of your heart, and you savored the scent of her favorite shampoo in her hair.

𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 BATH TIME ͡꒱⠀ ۫

paring: kara zor-el x fem! reader. your girlfriend’s dog seriously needs a bath ╱ sfw: reader isn’t a dog person, short as hell, krypto being krypto

"Surprise!" Kara's bright voice rang out the moment you stepped into the apartment.

Under normal circumstances, coming home to your girlfriend holding a bag of takeout after an exhausting workday would have been a dream. Right now, however, your attention was entirely hijacked by a scene of utter devastation.

"My goodness," you breathed out.

"Awww, did you really miss me that much? It’s only been a few hours," Kara teased, sliding her hands onto your waist. You immediately pushed them away.

"Not you," you muttered, gesturing wildly at the space around you. "Look at this."

Your pristine marble floors, along with the walls and the ceiling, were stamped with a chaotic pattern of muddy paw prints. The living room looked like a war zone; trash was strewn everywhere except the actual bin, and your bookshelf had been thoroughly ransacked.

Sitting proudly in the center of the destruction was the innocent-looking culprit. His white fur was a dingy gray, and his snout was covered in the remnants of some kind of sauce.

"Right... well, that part wasn't exactly in my plans for our date," Kara offered weakly.

Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to maintain a stern face. It was an uphill battle against those puppy eyes of her.

Dating a girl from another planet certainly came with a unique set of complications, and a super-powered canine was high on that list.

While you had never considered yourself a dog lover, Krypto had slowly wormed his way into your heart, to the point where he occasionally claimed a spot on your bed.

"Kara, this dog needs a bath right now," you commanded.

Super-strength or not, Kara stood no chance against your glare and was quickly dispatched to the nearest store for dog shampoo. By the time she flew back, you had already prepped the bathroom and changed into some casual, splash-ready clothes.

Then came the real test: convincing Krypto to get into the tub.

The ensuing struggle only multiplied the mess you were trying to fix. Surprisingly, the dog seemed to take orders from you much better than from Kara, and with a strategic use of treats, you managed to work up a lather. But the victory was short-lived. With one powerful shake, Krypto drenched your entire face, sending Kara into fits of laughter at your dripping, miserable expression.

Without hesitation, you scooped up a handful of water and splashed it right into her face.

"Hey!" she gasped.

"You had that coming," you pointed out, and she couldn't even argue.

For a moment, Krypto actually settled down, behaving remarkably well. You celebrated the peace way too early, though.

In a stroke of pure bad luck, a stray bird decided to land on the bathroom windowsill. Instantly, the super-dog launched into the air after it, barking frantically. He left a trail of suds and water splattered across every square inch of the room, sending your shampoos and lotions crashing to the floor.

Wiping a stray bubble from your eye, you sighed deeply. "This is why I prefer cats."

⠀⠀ 𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 NEVER MINE ͡꒱⠀ ۫

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: it was too late to start setting boundaries with your best friend’s girlfriend. maybe you’d asked too much of vi when you told her to break up with cait.

contains: cheating, caitvi, modern au, taken! vi, lover! reader, ANGST, allusions to smut, vi is an idiot, ooc! vi

a/n: this isn’t caitlyn shade or anything like that. i don’t think vi would ever cheat on her or on anyone, it’s just for the plot, and reader and cait are best friends just to add a little more drama.

A promise had been made to yourself that this would never happen again. However, you weren't fooling anyone, least of all her. Not since the first time it happened at that New Year's Eve party, and the count of all your encounters since then had already been lost.

A heavy wave of guilt always followed the sudden rush of excitement that came whenever her name lit up your phone screen. Still, that regret was never strong enough to make you draw a clear line with your best friend's girlfriend.

In the end, the beautiful flowers she occasionally brought always found a way to wither and die, carrying less weight than the quiet words she whispered into your ear, claiming you were hers.

You were destined to be the person Vi loved only in the shadows, while Caitlyn remained the one she proudly chose to love in the light.

"What are you thinking about, sweet girl?" Vi’s sleepy voice broke the silence, dragging you out of your own thoughts.

The two of you were tangled up in your bedsheets. You had just managed to slip away from the tight grip of her strong arms around your waist, careful not to wake her up.

Even so, her presence didn’t feel like real company. It was as if your body already knew she was leaving, long before she even started putting her clothes back on.

"You already know what I'm thinking about, Violet," you replied. A small groan of irritation escaped her lips.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," she muttered through her teeth, turning around to give you the cold shoulder. That movement left her back tattoo on full display, the same tattoo you used to hold onto tightly whenever her touch sent you straight to another world. "I don't want to fight about this again."

Once more, she had ended up in your bed after another blowout argument with Caitlyn. She had crawled to your apartment right after spending hours at a local bar just a few blocks away.

There was no objection or resistance from you when her lips started kissing your neck exactly the way she knew you loved. Just like you didn't resist when she pressed you against her car, back when Caitlyn asked the two of you to grab some party decorations she had forgotten in the trunk.

A quiet question crossed your mind: was she ever soft or gentle when touching Caitlyn? With you, she was a rough, passionate lover. She made you beg as if she were a goddess and your bed were her temple.

Vi used to tell you that you were the only one who made her feel like she could truly be herself. Yet, she also told Caitlyn she loved her right before coming over to sleep with you.

The crush on Vi had started the very moment you met, back when destiny forced you to work together on a university project.

Regret hit you the second Vi started flirting openly with her. And you regretted not telling your best friend about your feelings for Violet the moment you saw her getting ready for their first date.

Then again, living in the shadow of Caitlyn Kiramman was nothing new. You were used to being the second choice, the consolation prize whenever someone couldn't reach her level.

A dark part of you secretly loved how Vi made you feel. As if, for the first time, you were actually winning against your best friend. But that feeling never lasted long enough.

"It's just... it's not fair to Caitlyn."

A scoff escaped Vi’s lips.

"Sure, the whole thing is a bit messed up. Come here." She sat up, reaching out to kiss your neck, but you pulled away before her lips could brush against your skin. If you had let her touch you, there would be no turning back.

For a natural-born fighter, Vi was terrible at facing the consequences of her actions. It was obvious from the way she refused to break up with Cait, even though you had begged her to do it.

Then again, you weren't doing anything to stop her self-destructive habits either. You simply allowed her to drag you down with her.

"I’m serious, Violet," you snapped. "We can't keep doing this."

"And yet, you always come back to me." You could practically feel that stupid smirk against your shoulder right before she kissed it. "Come on, stop pretending you don't enjoy this."

It was hard to tell what annoyed you more: her arrogant attitude, or the fact that she didn't even hesitate to tell you the brutal truth.

"Leave..." you demanded. Her fingers stopped tracing circles on your skin instantly.

"What?"

"Please just leave, Vi," you repeated, trying your best to hide the pain in your voice.

It was painful how quickly she gave up. You hated the fact that Vi didn’t even try to fight to stay, and you had to fight the urge to run after her and beg her to come back to bed before the front door clicked shut.

Regret washed over you as you lay there, thinking about all the bad decisions you had made just to get Vi to look at you. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

fat hands

i'm sorry, i was an idiot

i love you more than anything sweet girl

i'm gonna break up with caitlyn

And just like that, you believed her again. Her vague promise brought a temporary sense of peace. It would probably be hard for both of you, but you felt sure you could get through it together.

That is why it makes absolutely no sense right now. Out of nowhere, she starts calling over all the guests at the party Caitlyn organized, acting as if she is about to make a huge announcement.

Every instinct tells you to signal her to stop. None of this makes any sense, but your body completely freezes, unable to move even though your mind is screaming.

All you could do was stand in silence, taking a slow sip of your wine while waiting for the worst to happen.

But nothing could have prepared you for reality. It was far worse than any of the catastrophic scenarios dancing through your head.

Right there, in front of everyone, Vi dropped to one knee before Caitlyn. She pulled a velvet box from her pocket, revealing a ring that sparkled just as brightly as her eyes did every time she looked at her now-fiancée.

Fortunately, the entire room was swept up in the excitement, everyone rushing to congratulate the newly engaged couple. The loud celebration acted as the perfect cover; nobody noticed when you slipped away, unable to bear the suffocating weight in your chest. There simply wasn't enough air left in the room to keep you standing.

She didn't want to lose you, but she wouldn't choose you either. That was Violet Lanes, completely unpredictable, even when you knew things would end in disaster.

Perhaps it was a mix of broken emotions, but a twisted sense of victory washed over you when, just minutes after the chaos downstairs, Vi came looking for you. She found you hiding in one of the guest bedrooms.

"Fuck off!" you snapped the moment her shadow crossed the doorway.

"Look, I know you’re mad, but you have to understand—"

"There is nothing to understand, Violet!" you yelled, your voice cracking. "There’s nothing left to say. You made everything crystal clear downstairs."

"I'm sorry, okay? I don't know why I did it! It was just an impulse. Things with Cait have been going downhill, and I just wanted to fix it somehow."

She stepped forward, reaching out a hand to cup your face, but you immediately flinched away, slapping her hand down.

"So you proposed to her?" you mocked, finally giving up the fight against the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Right after telling me you were going to break up with her? What is wrong with you, Violet?!"

You should have stopped her when her hands grabbed your face, pulling you into a hungry, desperate kiss. Instead, your hands instinctively wrapped around her neck, letting her tongue slide past your lips without her even having to ask.

She pinned you against the wall, using her knee to part your legs and press against you, forcing a soft gasp from your throat.

"What the hell?"

Caitlyn’s voice shattered the room, tearing the two of you apart.

Powder started making little gadgets and giving them to Y/N at first Y/N thought it was cute, but now Powder is growing super clingy to Y/N and is preventing Vi from getting any action.

⠀⠀ 𓈒 ⠀ 𐔌 I LIKE YOUR BIG SISTER ͡꒱⠀ ۫

paring: vi x reader

summary: all vi wants is to spend time alone with her girlfriend, but her little sister is always there to play third wheel

contains: teen love, established relationship, jealous! vi, just fluff

a/n: when i read this request, i couldn’t help but think of baby pow pow, so i wrote them with their younger selves in mind. i’m not sure if that’s what you had in mind too, and if not, i’m sorry about that. i hope it’s okay anyway!

Feeling like she was being pushed aside just because you were spending time with Powder made Vi feel completely stupid. What kind of insecure loser gets jealous of their little sister?

Well, jealous wasn't exactly the right word, but no other term seemed to fit what she was experiencing.

Your relationship had only started recently, and in part, it was all thanks to Powder. Without her direct and carefree personality, the two of you would probably still be stuck in that vicious cycle of clumsy encounters and awkward conversations. Powder had done a massive favor for you both, and honestly, for everyone around. As funny as it was to watch, there was no doubt you were just a pair of idiots in love.

However, ever since that rooftop confession, which didn't go exactly as expected,having any time alone had become nearly impossible. No matter what plans were made or where you went, Powder was always there, making disgusted faces even when your fingers barely brushed against each other.

"I'm going to kill her..." Vi muttered to herself.

Was this what happened for celebrating too early? Hadn’t she paid Ekko enough?

"Wow, these are really cool, Pow Pow," you praised, admiring the new gadgets the young girl had designed, especially one decorated like your favorite animal.

Watching such an adorable scene made it difficult for Vi to stay irritated.

Powder wore that proud smile she always got whenever her new creations were complimented by you. On the other hand, she absolutely loved your patient and kind nature.

"I can't wait for our next mission so I can use them!" the blue-haired girl exclaimed with excitement.

You laughed. "I bet they'll be super useful, Pow Pow."

"I'm going to get something to eat at the bar," Vi announced, standing up to catch your attention before leaving the room.

A couple of juices and some cookies were grabbed, though hunger wasn't really the reason. The hope was that Powder might be gone by the time she returned, but unfortunately, her contagious laughter could still be heard from just a few feet away.

Dammit.

Just as she was about to walk back in, she stopped upon hearing Powder speak.

"Do you promise me you'll never hurt Vi?"

"Of course!" you replied immediately, frowning without understanding where the question came from. "I would never do that, I really love her”

Peeking halfway through the door, Vi could see you braiding and styling her sister’s blue hair in a gentle, almost maternal way.

"She's lucky to have you, maybe the only lucky one," Powder joked, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

"But you have to promise!" she demanded, holding out Feeling like she was being pushed aside just because you were spending time with Powder made Vi feel completely stupid. What kind of insecure loser gets jealous of their little sister?

Well, jealous wasn't exactly the right word, but no other term seemed to fit what she was experiencing.

Your relationship had only started recently, and in part, it was all thanks to Powder. Without her direct and carefree personality, the two of you would probably still be stuck in that vicious cycle of clumsy encounters and awkward conversations. Powder had done a massive favor for you both, and honestly, for everyone around. As funny as it was to watch, there was no doubt you were just a pair of idiots in love.

However, ever since that rooftop confession, which didn't go exactly as expected,having any time alone had become nearly impossible. No matter what plans were made or where you went, Powder was always there, making disgusted faces even when your fingers barely brushed against each other.

"I'm going to kill her..." Vi muttered to herself.

Was this what happened for celebrating too early? Hadn’t she paid Ekko enough?

"Wow, these are really cool, Pow Pow," you praised, admiring the new gadgets the young girl had designed, especially one decorated like your favorite animal.

Watching such an adorable scene made it difficult for Vi to stay irritated.

Powder wore that proud smile she always got whenever her new creations were complimented by you. On the other hand, she absolutely loved your patient and kind nature.

"I can't wait for our next mission so I can use them!" the blue-haired girl exclaimed with excitement.

You laughed. "I bet they'll be super useful, Pow Pow."

"I'm going to get something to eat at the bar," Vi announced, standing up to catch your attention before leaving the room.

A couple of juices and some cookies were grabbed, though hunger wasn't really the reason. The hope was that Powder might be gone by the time she returned, but unfortunately, her contagious laughter could still be heard from just a few feet away.

Dammit.

Just as she was about to walk back in, she stopped upon hearing Powder speak.

"Do you promise me you'll never hurt Vi?"

"Of course!" you replied immediately, frowning without understanding where the question came from. "I would never do that, I really love her”

Peeking halfway through the door, Vi could see you braiding and styling her sister’s blue hair in a gentle, almost maternal way.

"She's lucky to have you, maybe the only lucky one," Powder joked, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

"But you have to promise!" she demanded, holding out her pinky finger.

"I promise," you assured her confidently, intertwining your pinky with hers to seal the deal.

A soft smile formed on Vi's face.

"Did I miss anything?" she asked, finally announcing her return.

"Not much," Powder answered, standing up. "I'll leave you two alone."

She skipped out of the room, humming a silly song.

"Finally," Vi sighed with relief, dropping onto the nearest bed.

Fortunately, the mattress was close to where you were sitting on the wooden floor, and even with her upside down, her face was right next to yours.

"Your sister is adorable."

"Didn't you just tell her the exact same thing?"

A playful eye-roll was your response.

"Were you spying on us?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Silence was her only answer, but at this point, words weren't necessary since reading her was so easy. "Awww, were you jealous?"

"What? Of course not, why would I be?" she squeaked.

"I don't know, maybe because your sister doesn't leave us any time to be alone."

"See! Even you noticed!"

"You're cute when you're angry," you said, leaning in closer to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.

An admission would never be made out loud, but she absolutely loved how well her two favorite people got along. her pinky finger.

"I promise," you assured her confidently, intertwining your pinky with hers to seal the deal.

A soft smile formed on Vi's face.

"Did I miss anything?" she asked, finally announcing her return.

"Not much," Powder answered, standing up. "I'll leave you two alone."

She skipped out of the room, humming a silly song.

"Finally," Vi sighed with relief, dropping onto the nearest bed.

Fortunately, the mattress was close to where you were sitting on the wooden floor, and even with her upside down, her face was right next to yours.

"Your sister is adorable."

"Didn't you just tell her the exact same thing?"

A playful eye-roll was your response.

"Were you spying on us?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Silence was her only answer, but at this point, words weren't necessary since reading her was so easy. "Awww, were you jealous?"

"What? Of course not, why would I be?" she squeaked.

"I don't know, maybe because your sister doesn't leave us any time to be alone."

"See! Even you noticed!"

"You're cute when you're angry," you said, leaning in closer to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.

An admission would never be made out loud, but she absolutely loved how well her two favorite people got along.

paring: kate bishop x parker! reader.

summary: your little brother discovers your two biggest secrets

contains: spider-woman! reader, peter never got bitten by the spider au, make out, getting caught, non- sexual nudity, feat. peter parker (platonic)

a/n: i think… i miss my wife 💔 kate bishop come home the kids miss u

It was a surprise not to see a single message from your girlfriend when you finally checked your phone. You promised her a cheap hot dog today, followed by a walk in Central Park with Lucky. But New York’s trademark crime problem interrupted your plans, again.

There will be time to apologize and cover her face with kisses later.

Slipping through the open window into the bedroom, you took a quick look around. You wanted to make sure Peter wasn't near. After all, it was his room too.

First came the mask. You threw it on the floor, right between some of your work papers and Peter’s Lego pieces. Then, while unzipping the suit, you tripped and hit with the bunk bed.

"For a moment, I thought you wouldn't..."

Suddenly, you shot a web toward the voice. When you finally turned around, Kate’s right hand was trapped between your web and the closet.

"Is this something new you want to try? Like foreplay or something?"

Her teasing came with that stupid smile you adored, and Kate’s eyes lingered on your half-naked figure. The archer never seemed to miss an opportunity to admire you.

“Idiot,” your rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see your girlfriend? A welcome kiss would be…”

Once again, Kate couldn't even finish her sentence, since your hands were already on her face, pulling her into a kiss. With no intention of fighting it, Kate just melted against you, resting her free hand on your hip.

“Kate…” you started.

“I know, you don’t have to explain,” she said, gently moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I understand, especially now because…”

“I’m Hawkeye,” you finished for her, mimicking her voice.

You knew her better than anyone.

“I don’t sound like that!” she complained

A laugh left your lips before pulling her back to you.

This time, the kiss was deeper. The two of you got lost in it for a moment. The pain in your ribs faded into the background, and so did the fact that her hand was still stuck. At least until it started getting in the way.

A gentle bite on her lower lip made her sigh. Just the way she liked it.

Right now, it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist. One hand slipped under her shirt, resting against her stomach. The feeling was enough to distract you completely. Even your spider-sense failed to warn you about the footsteps and voice getting closer to the room.

“Hey, sis, have you seen my—?”

Peter shut the door the second he opened it.

It didn’t take long for him to understand what he had just seen, and panic hit you right away.

Breaking away from Kate, a quiet curse escaped your lips. Your suit was quickly pulled back into place before rushing after your brother.

Your relationship with Kate wasn’t exactly a secret. It had only been three months, so everything was still pretty new. Still, your family had known about your feelings for her long before that.

The problem was that you had been waiting for the right moment to make things official. Having a secret life as a superhero made just made things harder.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Peter yelled, covering his eyes.

“Peter, what you saw…” Panic was clear in your voice.

“No, no, relax. You don’t have to explain anything,” he said with that calm understanding only he had. “I’ve always known. I just didn’t expect to find out like this.”

“T-That I’m a lesbian..?” Confusion crossed your face.

“What? No!” he said. “I already know that! I’m talking about the fact that you’re Spider-Woman.”

“Oh.”

Everything suddenly made sense.

“Well, I was going to tell you. I was going to tell you both things, but having two lives isn’t easy, you know?.”

“It’s okay”

Your brother wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. Resting your head on his shoulder, you found comfort in it.

Maybe you were the one with powers. Maybe you were the older sister. But Peter would always be taller than you.

“Just lock the door next time.”

Peter gently rubbed your shoulder, calming you down.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” you replied with a nod.

“And I’m telling May,” he warned.

“That I’m Spider-Woman?!”

“No. About you and Kate.”

“Uhm.. hello? I’m still here!” you heard your girlfriend shout from your bedroom.

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: vi has returned to zaun years after you made her life miserable in school. but now, she’s nothing like the girl you once knew

contains: bullying, brief mention of homofobia, semi-public sex, fingering (r!rec), denigration, dom! vi, inexperienced! reader, mentions of rockstar! vi, orgasm denial, hair pulling, oral (vi! rec), hate sex

a/n: reader and vi basically have the regina george and janis lore. anyways, bullying isn’t funny and i absolutely do not support it

art by scarletcolour

Vi knew you’d be here, part of her had been dragged back to the city for one reason only: curiosity. Curiosity about you.

She’d put on her favorite boots, her new leather jacket, and even smudged some black eyeshadow across her eyelids the messy way she knew how, just to come here.

And yet, she still couldn’t stop her blood from boiling when she spotted you.

Wearing a short black dress that hugged your figure perfectly, laughing and dancing with your friends as if you weren’t the one who had ruined her life.

You’d bullied her since you were thirteen. Middle school and part of high school had been torture because of you.

Though it hadn’t always been that way.

The two of you had been childhood best friends until you both turned thirteen and started eighth grade.

Vi had thought she could trust you. She’d decided you’d be one of the first people she’d come out to and that’s when all hell broke loose.

Her secret spread through the school halls like wildfire, and the constant teasing drove the two of you apart. Before long, you’d become one of the people tormenting her the most.

She’d been watching you all night ever since she spotted you in the crowd. Like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the right moment. And you gave it to her when you split off from your friends and headed for the bar.

It didn’t take her long to follow.

“Give me a shot of the strongest thing you’ve got, sweetheart,” you ordered.

“Put it on my tab.”

You didn’t notice her until then, when you turned toward the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar voice, surprised by a level of generosity rarely seen in a place like this.

You expected anyone but her.

She’d changed, there was no doubt about that. The acne was gone, her hair was still as unruly as ever, but she’d clearly learned how to tame it, and she’d dyed it black, though her pink roots were starting to show.

Maybe it was the sweat from dancing all night, but her tattoos nearly took your breath away and you weren’t even going to start talking about the piercings.

“Violet?” you frowned.

“Don’t wet your pants, princess.”

Her elbows rested against the bar while her back leaned against the wooden edge. She flashed you a crooked grin that left you dizzy.

Vi had always had that effect on you. You’d just never admitted it out loud.

Maybe that’s why, when you found out she had feelings for Caitlyn Kiramman, your own hurt feelings drove you to hurt her back in the worst way possible.

“You look…” Your eyes traveled up and down her body. “Good.”

“You look the same as ever.”

She knocked back the shot the bartender had just slid across the counter.

“Guess some things never change, huh?”

“I guess.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between you, but neither of you could look away. After graduation, neither of you had expected to ever see the other again and yet, here you were.

“I saw your band’s doing really well,” you started. “Shouldn’t you be with them? Touring or recording something, I mean.”

“I’m on a break,” she explained. “Came back to see my family.”

“It’s good to see you again.” You smiled.

And Vi found herself wondering how someone with a smile that looked so angelic could be so cruel. She hated that about you.

The comment struck a nerve. How could you stand there acting like nothing had happened after everything you’d done?

Maybe she should’ve gotten over it by now.

Years had passed, and God knew she’d tried to move on. She’d thought seeing you again might help, but she had no idea what she’d expected to accomplish

She bought you a few more rounds, enough for you to work up the nerve to ask her to dance, and enough for her to say yes.

Vi doesn't quite remember how things even got to this point.

Maybe it was how your body pressed against hers as your hips moved to the beat, or maybe it was just the drinks talking.

You were scared your heart, racing the way it always did when she was near, would beat louder than the music and blow your cover.

But it was the way you moaned her name that gave you away.

Her fingers curved deep inside your pussy, exploring your walls. You buried your face between her shoulder and her neck, moaning in her ear with every movement she made inside you.

You had never felt this good before. Back in school, you’d had plenty of boyfriends, but none of them had ever made you feel anything like this.

Maybe today, for once, you won't have to fake an orgasm.

“Fuck, yes, Vi...” you gasped. “Don't stop.”

Your hands found a safe spot on her shoulders, clawing and squeezing her skin whenever you needed to hold on. She had you pinned flat against the grime-covered wall of the bar bathroom, your dress already hitched up around your hips.

The coldness of the wall against your back was a stark contrast to the burning heat of her body against yours.

You felt completely intoxicated by the scent of her perfume and somewhere down on the floor, her jacket and your heels lay forgotten.

She wasn't trying to be gentle, and she certainly wasn't looking out for you. There was no tenderness in the way her fingers moved. She just wanted to make you scream her name, loud enough for everyone outside to know exactly how good she was making you feel.

“Looks like you’re only using me to live out your lesbian fantasies,” she mocked, throwing your own words right back at you.

You were a complete mess. A beautiful disaster she had created, and she was damn proud of it.

Your hair was damp with sweat, and your makeup was a ruined, smudged blur from the tears you’d cried just from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it all.

For the first time, you could finally let go of every heavy feeling you’d been carrying from the past

“Look at you… you look like you’re completely in love with me,” she mocked softly, trapping your chin between her fingers and forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Say it… say you’re in love with me.”

You were consumed by pleasure that your mind was a blur; you could barely piece together a coherent thought, let alone words.

“Say it!” she demanded, her voice snapping when you failed to answer quickly enough.

“I-I’m in love with you, Violet,” you whimpered, your voice shaking violently. “I always have been. Since we were kids.”

A satisfied smirk spread across Vi’s face.

Desperate, you leaned in, trying to close the agonizing distance between your lips for a kiss, but she cruelly pulled back. Leaving you to let out a frustrated growl against her skin.

She slid in a third finger, rough from years of guitar practice. The sudden invasion forcing a raw scream right out of your throat.

“Vi!” you shrieked, your voice cracking. “I-I can’t… I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can, princess,” she whispered darkly, her breath hot against your ear. “I endured years of your mockery. You can damn well endure this.”

You tried to clamp your jaw shut, desperately trying to suppress the ragged groan building in your chest.

She didn't like that, and without a moment's warning, she stopped completely, pulling away and leaving you empty and aching.

“It’s my turn,” she commanded, her voice devoid of any hesitation.

“W-what?”

Before you could gather your thoughts or even begin to process the sudden shift, she was already undoing her pants, shucking them down along with her black boxers.

She slid onto the counter right next to you, unashamedly parting her thighs. There she was, completely exposed and slick with her own desire, open just for you.

“On your knees,” she commanded again, the words leaving no room for argument.

You just blinked up at her, your overstimulated brain completely unable to process the order.

“Do I have to repeat it?” she asked.

You shook your head instantly. Terrified of making her wait, you did exactly as you were told, letting your knees sink onto the dirty floor, your pussy still aching and throbbing from the heat of her calloused fingers.

She stared down at you, absolutely captivated by the sight, the girl who used to mock her, now brought to her knees just for her. Who would have ever thought?

“Now,” she whispered, looking down at you. “Eat me out.”

You hesitate for a fraction of a second.

Before tonight, you’d never actually been with a woman. Sure, there had been a couple of sloppy, drunken kisses at parties, but you had absolutely no idea how to please a girl or what it felt like to be completely unraveled by one.

As you lean in, the clumsy movements of your tongue against her core instantly betray your lack of experience. Vi lets out a sharp, shallow gasp the moment the wet warmth of your tongue first brushes against her heat.

Your hands stroked her thighs, and all you could hear were the quiet moans you were barely able to provoke.

But after a few minutes, Vi decides she’s had enough.

Her patience has run out, and she fists her hand in your hair and yanks you back, the sudden pull forcing a sharp shriek from your lips.

“You’re not doing it right,” she complains

She doesn’t get the chance to say or do anything else to humiliate you, because the sudden rattle of the bathroom door being unlocked forces you both to finally react.

In a blur, she quickly pulls her pants up to her waist, and you stand up and fix your dress.

Luckily, the girl who stumbles inside is completely wasted, far too drunk to not noticed you.

Vi scoops your heels up from the floor and holds her hand out to you, her gaze sharp and demanding.

“Come on,” she demands, putting on her jacket “Let’s get out of here.”

A dark thrill runs through her. She is going to completely ruin you once she gets you back to her hotel room, making you pay for every single thing you ever put her through.

Oh she wasn’t done with you yet

paring: gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: lately, your girlfriend has been acting distant

contains: established relationship, slightly angsty, miscommunication, identity reveal, insecurities, hurt/comfort, fluff ending,

a/n: i don’t want to wait a whole year to write for my girl. finally writing for someone who isn’t vi, don’t get used to it

Gwen had stood you up. Again.

At this point, the excuse was probably easy to guess. Something about ballet classes, band practice, or her dad’s obsession with Spider-Woman.

Something important enough to ignore your calls and leave your messages unanswered.

Today was supposed to be different. You’d invited her to dinner with your parents and made it clear how much it meant to you, hoping it would matter just as much to her.

It didn’t.

Dinner sat untouched for far too long while everyone waited for her to arrive. No one wanted to start without her, especially not you.

Later, embarrassment settled heavily in your chest as you found yourself making up excuses for why your girlfriend hadn’t shown up.

Missed calls. Unread texts. Last-minute cancellations. Stupid explanations.

The list never seemed to end.

Even her voicemail greeting had become familiar enough that you could almost recite it from memory after hearing it so many times.

To be fair, she’d been like this long before the two of you officially started dating. Maybe this was your karma for knowing the risks and taking them anyway.

A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed your phone onto the nightstand after checking your inbox for what felt like the hundredth time.

Guilt twisted in Gwen’s stomach while she watched the disappointment written all over your face through the bedroom window. For a moment, she wondered if she was about to make the right decision.

The choice had already been made, though. She’d thought about it countless times, gone over every possibility, and now she was here.

Standing outside your apartment door.

A hoodie the two of you bought together hid her suit beneath it, while a bouquet of your favorite flowers sat crushed in her left hand.

There was no turning back now.

A couple of knocks echoed through the apartment before the door finally opened. Your eyes traveled from head to toe, completely indifferent, barely acknowledging the flowers that would’ve melted your heart on any other day.

No greeting came. Instead, you turned around and left the door open for her to follow.

“Your parents aren’t home,” she pointed out, desperate to break the tension somehow.

“I told you they had an important work event after dinner today,” bitterness dripping from every word.

“Oh.”

The fact that she didn’t remember wasn’t exactly surprising.

Pretending to search through the pantry gave you something to focus on besides her presence, besides how much seeing her actually hurt.

“Look, babe…” Gwen started, pushing her hair back the way she always did when she was nervous. “I know saying sorry won’t fix anything… but I need you to understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand!” The words came out sharper than intended as you finally forced yourself to meet her eyes. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve really tried. I want to understand you, Gwen.”

A hard swallow followed as you fought against the tears threatening to spill.

You’d held them back for so long. Why couldn’t you do it anymore?

“You never answer my messages. You’re always disappearing, and whenever you come back, it’s like this.” Your hand gestured toward the bruise on her cheek, a gift from the Vulture that you’d only just noticed. “It’s always the same thing, and honestly… it feels like you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

The sight of tears in your eyes made Gwen’s chest tighten.

She wanted to step forward.

Wanted to wipe them away with the sleeves of her hoodie.

Wanted to do something.

Yet her body refused to move.

“I don’t think this is working anymore. I think maybe we should…”

A couple of hurried strides carried you toward your bedroom. Freedom was only a few steps away before an elastic snap echoed through the apartment.

The next thing you knew, your body was being pulled backward. Something sticky wrapped around your wrist.

A web.

A web shooting straight from Gwen’s wrist.

The sudden force sent you stumbling directly into her, leaving barely any space between your bodies. Her hands landed on your hips, crushing the bouquet in the process.

Before your brain could fully process the new information, the remaining distance vanished. Her lips met yours. Instantly, every argument and ounce of frustration melted away.

“Gwen, you’re—”

The words died on your tongue as you pulled away, completely stunned.

No chance to finish the sentence.

Another tug drew you back in. This time, the kiss deepened.

The bouquet slipped from her grasp and hit the floor while your fingers tangled in her hair. A soft hum escaped her lips, the vibration carrying through the kiss and making a smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

Eventually, the lack of air forced you apart.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Concern softened your voice as your thumb brushed gently over the bruise on her cheek.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face.

“I was going to… but you seemed pretty busy trying to break up with me.”

“No, Gwen. Before that.” Your gaze settled on her blue eyes.

For a moment, uncertainty crossed her features.

“I… I was going to tell you. I really wanted to.” A small nod gestured toward her web-shooters. “But all of this… it’s a huge responsibility. All I’ve wanted is to keep you safe. To save you the way I couldn’t save—”

“Gwen.”

The name alone stopped her.

Gentle fingers tilted her chin upward until her eyes met yours again.

“You don’t have to deal with all of this alone.” Your voice softened. “You could’ve told me. I could’ve been there for you. I mean, I am here for you. And I’m always going to be here for you.”

A kiss pressed against her forehead sealed the promise.

Almost immediately, her arms wrapped around you.

Warmth settled against your shoulder as she buried her face in the space between your neck and collarbone, breathing in your familiar scent. Strands of blonde hair brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of ticklish warmth behind.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important to me.”

The words came out muffled before she lifted her head to look at you.

“You’re the most important person in my life. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

Blue eyes searched yours.

“No more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” you echoed, resting your forehead against hers.

Silence settled between you, but not the uncomfortable kind. The kind that came after everything had finally been said.

For the first time in a long while, the uncertainty was gone.

A grin slowly spread across your face.

“So… what do you think the chances are of you web-swinging me to school one of these days?”

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: it’s been six months since you and vi broke up. you were convinced you had moved on until a night out with your friends proves otherwise

contains: drunk reader, drunk calls, modern au, alcohol use, exes to ??, sex mention, fluff

You didn’t need a clear head to know this was probably a bad idea, but the alcohol running through your system was what made you search for that number in your contacts in the first place.

Luckily or maybe unfortunately, you’d managed to slip away from your friends and lock yourself in the bathroom. They definitely would’ve stopped this from happening.

Under different circumstances, a day like today would’ve been your second anniversary. Instead, you’d gone out to a nightclub, trying to pretend you were over her.

There was nothing to pretend. It had been six months. Of course you were over her, you tried to convince yourself.

But after one too many shots of the club’s finest liquor, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

The second you found her contact, you hit the call button without hesitation. You still had her saved under that stupid nickname with all those cheesy emojis.

You wait one second. Then two. Three.

“Hello?” Her sleepy voice comes through the phone.

You wonder if she’d been dreaming about you, and nostalgia sinks its knife into your chest as you remember those quiet mornings waking up beside her.

“Viiii!” you whistle, dragging out her name, afraid you might never get to say it again, though you decide to blame it on the alcohol. “Remember that time we almost got caught having sex in the bathroom of that bar you like…? What was it called again…?”

“Are you drunk?” she asks bluntly.

“Whaaat? Meee?” You laugh. “Is that really how badly you remember me?“

“Are you alone?”

“Ever since you left me, yeah,” you whine.

You can hear her let out a soft laugh on the other end of the line.

The two of you hadn’t ended things on bad terms. You were just at very different points in your lives, and she needed time. It was the perfect example of right person, wrong time.

“Are you alone?” she asks again.

You hear a bit of rustling in the background. She’s gotten out of bed and is looking for the jeans she wore earlier that day, along with her combat boots.

“No. Mel and Sky are here, but it’s not the same without you.”

“Please tell me where you are. I’m on my way.” You hear the jingle of her keys.

“Oh, my hero!” you exclaim, throwing your head back and immediately smacking it against the graffiti-covered bathroom stall. “Ugh.”

Vi spends the next few minutes trying to get an address out of you, but eventually she gets fed up and messages Mel directly.

Despite everything Mel warned her about, less than ten minutes later, Vi’s arms are wrapped around you as she guides you toward the exit.

“I’ll take care of her,” she assures your friends, who stare at you in disappointment after you did the very first thing they told you not to do.

Thankfully, the drive isn’t long, and before long you’re fast asleep in the passenger seat.

Once she gets you back to her apartment, she carefully settles you onto her bed and slips off your shoes Then she trades your party clothes for one of her old hockey jerseys from college.

Just as Vi leans down to drape a blanket over you, you begin to regain a little awareness.

“Vi…” you mumble, reaching out to cup her cheek. You have no idea how you’re supposed to form the words, but somehow they slip out anyway. “I love you, Violet.”

Vi’s eyes widen, and for a moment she freezes.

She has to fight the instinctive urge to answer “I love you too”. Instead, she swallows hard and reminds herself, more for her own sake than your.

“You’re drunk.” gently, she takes your hand away from her face.

Your words stay with her long after you’ve drifted off on her couch.

People always say drunk words are sober thoughts.

She tries not to dwell on it. There will be plenty of time to think about it tomorrow, when she’s dealing with her ex-girlfriend’s hangover

paring: knight! vi x princess! reader

summary: after years of war, your loyal knight has returned to your arms. as the future queen, is your responsibility to show her your gratitude for her service to the kingdom

contains: forbidden love, medieval au, yearn, oral (vi! receiving), minor & men dni

Two years had passed since the last time you saw her. So many things had changed since then, yet your love for Violet never could. It would survive every battle the kingdom was forced to face.

Beneath an old tree in the castle gardens sat your favorite place in the entire palace ever since childhood. Freedom existed there somehow. It was where you first met her, and where she kissed you for the first time despite knowing the risks that came with something so simple.

Flower crowns rested in your lap, violets, specifically. The memory of one quiet afternoon with her drifts back into your mind: sitting in her lap while carefully placing your newest creation atop her head as she nervously protested, terrified the two of you would be discovered.

The geopolitical conflicts between kingdoms and the war itself had become the object of your resentment for taking your beloved Violet away from your arms.

Nothing had been heard from her since the last letter she sent nine months ago. No confirmation that she was alive. None that she was dead either. Thoughts like that were easier ignored, just like the upcoming acceleration of your coronation as queen.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.”

The wind carries a voice toward you, one recognizable even amongst the finest musicians in the kingdom performing for a royal gala.

The flower crown slips from your hands as you turn around and finally see her.

Her unmistakable pink hair had grown longer since the last time your fingers braided through it. Cuts and bruises scattered across her freckled face. Eyes still the same color as the sky on a peaceful spring afternoon. Her armor remained spotless as always despite the circumstances, though one arm hung at her side in a poorly made sling.

“Violet!”

The shriek leaves you the second you jump to your feet, the sudden movement far too improper for a princess.

For one horrible moment, it feels like the cruel illusion of some witch. Slowly, carefully, your hand reaches for her face just to make sure she’s truly there. Violet melts beneath your touch instantly, her uninjured hand settling over yours.

“Gods, I missed you so much.”

Arms wrap tightly around her neck as tears finally spill against the cold metal of her armor.

“I know, I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair. “I’m here now. And I’m not leaving again unless you ask me to.”

“If you leave again, I’ll have them strip you of your title.”

Only then do you pull away, driven by the selfish need to look into her eyes again.

She admires you in silence, the way sunlight spills across your hair, the way your dress hugs your figure so perfectly it almost feels cruel.

Countless battles have been won under her command, yet restraint has never been one of her greatest strengths. Not when it comes to you. Desire overwhelms reason far too easily after years spent apart.

The sudden movement pushes you abruptly against the tree, though a quiet groan immediately escapes her lips after carelessly aggravating the injury in her arm. Still, after so many years of waiting, pain hardly matters anymore.

Screw the knight’s code.

The time made you forget how perfectly her lips fit against yours, like a sword in a stone. You moan as her tongue entwines with yours in perfect harmony, after you’ve given it the slightest opening.

You feel her hands struggling with the laces of your corset; though she’s no novice, her injured hand poses a major challenge.

“Wait,” you pull away with a growl, but she immediately makes up for it by paying attention to your neck. “I’d like to be the one to take care of you this time.”

Your words paralyze her.

“What?” Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at you, surprise written all over her face.

“You heard me,” you say firmly. “You’re badly wounded. You’ve just returned victorious from a war. It’s my duty to thank you for your service to the kingdom.”

“It’s not necessary, my princess…”

“Violet,” you interrupt, taking her chin between your fingers and forcing her to look at you. “Please, you deserve it.”

She always loses to you; there’s no need to fight anymore, because she knew she was going to surrender anyway.

That’s how she ends up in your royal bedchamber. Her tattooed back resting against your soft pillows and sheets fit for royalty, arching with every touch of your tongue that teases her swollen clitoris.

She had fought armies, men twice her size, and had always emerged victorious. It was ironic how all it took to bring her to her knees was the gaze of a princess. Her princess.

No one had ever made her feel this way. Maybe she had died on the battlefield, and this was heaven.

Look at you, still in your beautiful dress, doing everything to please her, to the point where your jaw aches, and her armor has been scattered around the room for quite some time now.

“You’re doing very well…” she praises you, and feels her vision blur.

“You’re taking me so well, my loyal knight” you hum

She lets out a loud moan as she feels your mouth suck on her pussy, and to maintain her position, she grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling your face closer to her.

“It feels so gooood, princess… nnngh I’m close”

You lick like a hungry woman until you can taste her climax, and all you can hear is her ragged breathing. You give her a soft kiss on the thigh before lying down beside her and caressing her face.

Even after all these years, you still manage to be each other’s ruin and redemption all at once.

“Next time be quieter, someone might have heard us, Violet,” you scold her, absentmindedly playing with her hair.

“Will there be a next time?” she smiles mischievously.

A laugh escapes from your throat and you give her a peck on the lips.

“You can count on it.”

Vi takes your hand in hers, so delicate against her own, covered in scars. Only then does she notice the jewelry shining against your ring finger.

paring: vi x fem! reader

summary: you and vi go on a first date

word count: 1.8k

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.

“What?” she laughs.

“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.

Or maybe it’s just her.

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.

“Is it that obvious?”

She steps closer.

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.