RUN AWAYS

RUN AWAYS

summary: when bumping heads with a young girl from the undercity. you couldn’t help but be attracted to her knowingly your parents wouldn’t accept her, especially if she’s from the undercity, no matter how much it hurts you.

paring: vi x fem!reader

warning(s): slight angst, dumb teenagers, forbidden relationship, bad relationship with parents

writers note: I’ve actually made something similar to this, but i didn’t like how it turned out.

Growing up in Piltover had its perks.

To those outside of its little town of greedy rich people. Meaning you were born lucky. Nothing to worry about. Of course you had to worry about not getting robbed from the Undercity people. And if you grew up in Piltover, you should be afraid of Zaun citizen’s, for they are dangerous. Or so they assumed.

You were no different, until you hit heads with a girl from the Undercity.

She was no older than you were. Both of you were still in your teens, maybe in your late teenage years. She’s awfully nice and charming. And beautifully imperfect. She’s different. You felt so drawn to her, she taught you many things that you never learned from Piltover, and probably never would.

It was so often for the young teenager to break into your home and sit on your bed.

It filled you up with so much joy at the sight of her in your room.

“You know they won’t accept you—us being together. They’ll hate the idea of Piltover and Undercity being a couple, or something like that.”

You quietly said, furrowing your brows as your fingers gently brushed the shaved part of her head. Vi lets out a sigh of annoyance.

It’s been two hours since the pink haired girl showed up at your home and made herself comfortable on your bed, not that it bothered you. “Of course, they would.” She turns over on her back, you anxiously nibbled on your bottom lip, guilt rushing over you. You knew it wasn’t your fault, yet you couldn’t help but feel— guilty? Or as if it was your fault

“Oil and water aren't meant to be.”

Your lips quivered, thinking of a way to protest with what she had said. You knew she didn’t mean what she said. She was upset at your family, knowingly they'll do anything in their power to keep you two from seeing each other, no matter how much it tore you apart. They were stuck-up bastards.

Propping yourself up your arm, gently turning the girl's head towards you, soothing her cheek with your thumb. “We’ll figure it out, okay. Just, please… don’t leave me.” You whispered, resting your forehead on her shoulder

“Alright.”

Sighing through her nose, allowing you to nuzzle closer to her, breaking every gap between. “Hey. I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time, and I know that your family makes you unhappy..” She began

“Let’s run away together.”

It’s been years.

A very long time since she declared about ‘running away’ together. You were a normal, dumb teenager agreeing with her. You trusted her with both your heart and life. Was it stupid of you to believe her? Was she truly a liar? You’ve waited hours, days, weeks, even years for her return. Although, you never stepped foot into the Undercity.

Your parents never let you leave the house without adult supervision. Let alone themselves.

Reaching your adult years. You’ve become a very successful woman. Though becoming an enforcer was truly a good idea? Your teenage lover wholeheartedly hates them.

You’ve became partners with Caitlyn. The Kiramma’s beloved, yet intelligent daughter. You both grew up together, since your mother is good friends with Caitlyn’s mother, surprisingly. Your mother is—a retired scientist. (Although you and Caitlyn barely spent time together throughout your childhood, for one she was practicing shooting.)

Your parents are both successful scientists. Makes you feel like the dirt they walk on. A disappointment.

Throwing your arms out on your oversized bed. Staring up at the ceiling of your room. You wondered if it’s stupid—maybe even insane to hope that your beloved pink haired would break into your room late at night when your parents had left. Hoping she’ll come into your room complaining about her adopted siblings, how they’re making her lose her hair or how Mylo would whine and pick fights with the group. Powder.

Who you’ve met, and loved with all your heart.

You wondered why she had been missing because she found someone new, better. Who wasn’t a rich topsider with stuck-up parents.

Were you that dumb?

Years and you’ve always second guess yourself.

You hoped to meet her again, with the same love she had for you when you were both teenagers.

That’s when you were requested to go to the Undercity with Caitlyn. Plus an inmate tagging along, her other partner. You weren’t against the idea of her breaking someone out of Stillwater. Someone who had more and better experience with the Undercity than the both of you Topsiders.

Once you met them both at a planned location. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You prayed that it wasn’t a dream, the woman you had fallen in love with since a late teenager was alive and standing next to your tall business partner.

She had creative tattoos coloring her skin and a small tattoo on her cheekbone.

Where the hell was she?

She had a scar on her eyebrow and upper lip.

“Let’s run away together.”

“Run away? Like elope.” You giggled, earning one from the girl next to on your bed

“Yea, like elope.” Vi wasn’t against the idea, not even a little. She’ll be with you as you’ll be with her. Though she hasn’t thought it through, on where you two would run to. Where you’ll end up

A smile never leaves your features, reaching ear to ear as you softly cupped Vi’s cheeks, bringing her in a short, gentle kiss that could make your heart skip a beat or just completely stop.

So standing in front of her… made you delighted.. devastated? There had to be an explanation for her disappearance. That you missed.

First meeting Vi was when she was robbing you. In your room rummaging through your belongings, something that is worth some coins, or something cool to give to Ekko or Powder. Though you were pinned to your door and threatened. Honestly, this was your first time meeting someone outside of your home, let alone a girl the same age as you.

You were a homeschooled girl after all, a loner without friends.

Meeting someone the same age and a girl was like a blessing. As insane as it sounds. Once she finished her business of robbing you. She prepared to leave, before you grabbed her wrist.

She aggressively shook it off, mean mugging you from head to toe and a distaste look plants her face. “What?” She irritatedly questioned, you knowing that your existence bothers her, swallowing thickly trying to come up with the respectful words to say to her

“Please come back.” You said, more as a pathetic plead

Rolling her eyes, “Sure, whatever.”

Admitting that she didn’t return until six weeks later when she appeared inside your room looking around, even touching a few items here and there.

You were dumb and happy. Only an idiot would want to be friends with a criminal, although she had her reasons.

Vi disappeared for a very long time, she didn’t waste any time engulfing you in a tight embrace, as for Caitlyn who awkwardly walked off to give you and Vi some alone time. Vi’s hand rested the back of your head.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” She exhaled, desperately trying to hold back her tears

Pulling away with a hand cupping your cheek, you unintentionally lean into it. “Where were you?”

“I got arrested. It’s a lot to explain, I promise to tell you everything.”

You didn’t pester her. You wanted to enjoy this small reunion with her, you’re just happy that she’s alive.

“Do you still want to run away together?”

I think, this one might, just might came out better than the last one I made that’s collecting dust…

💙 jinx x f!reader

you help jinx work on a secret project, not knowing that what she's making was always meant for you...

✳️ no warnings, it's wholesome fluff

✳️ 3,322 words

✳️ a little something for @punkrockmads because they wanted a jinx story! i never wrote for her before but hopefully did an alright job and you like this 💙

A loud squeak escaped the old mattress at the added weight on it, something you could only call a sixth sense making eyes open for you to see a figure, blurry but quite tall, hovering in front of you in absolute silence. It scared the skin and soul out of you the first time and made you scream louder than you thought was humanly possible but after a couple of improvised visits from the other, you got used to having her sit there as if it was her room.

"Jinx…?" you spoke, meaning you were awake and she was free to ramble after staring at you for what felt like hours without making a sound. It had only been a couple of minutes but in Jinx's head, you had been sleeping for ages...and she saw no problem in watching you in a vulnerable state like this -- in fact, she thought you looked very cute!

Your eyes closed, mouth slightly open to drool, looking peaceful and safe, your fingers squeezing the pillow, your hair a mess of strands that went everywhere, face with no bit of make-up to hide any flaws or your beyond chronic eye-bags…

Jinx commented on it only once -- as if it was something everyone did, staring at another person while they slept -- and it made you incredibly aware of how she was probably the only one who found you remotely pleasant to look at in that private moment but at the same time, you felt a bit fuzzy and warm that she had seen you in your most natural state and thought you were pretty.

Maybe the fact you had a tiny crush on her helped you overlook the fact she had snuck into your room to wake you up because she needed something...which had become almost a habit.

If she was in your room this early then she must have needed something and as soon as you had your eyes on her face, the young woman spoke.

"Hey, sleeeepy-head! I know it's still early but--Uhm, good morning! Buuut I could really use an extra hand in this little, tiny project I started working on. I may be missing some stuff but you know how it is...me and grocery shopping, we don't really get along."

Jinx spoke a lot sometimes and she was always very animated while doing so, moving her hands all over the place, turning head side to side, never keeping eye-contact for long.

"You want me to buy you some stuff…" you murmured, her face lighting up with a smile as she leaned forwards, almost laying on you, nodding at you.

"Alright...but I need to get dressed and get some food first…" you saw her pout and look at a wall for a few seconds, most likely talking in her head, turning towards you with a nod and slowly getting off of you to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Oh! I made a list!" Jinx shouted suddenly as if she had just remembered to tell you, making you almost jump out of the pair of dark pants you were putting on, making you look over your shoulder at her waving a piece of paper in the air, back turned, not looking at you because despite being volatile and invasive at times, still respected your privacy.

Well, some of your privacy…

She never told you how she always managed to get into your room when you locked the door…

"I remembered what you said last time! How it was hard to remember all the fancy names of the stuff I asked for! Sooo, I wrote everything down so you don't have to remember!" She laughed and your features softened a bit, feeling proud that she took your advice and actually made an effort to change something you had brought to her attention…

"That's great. Means I can just show the guy the list without having to embarrass myself trying to say fluxcap..fluxcompactor…" you mumbled.

"A flux-capacitor-reform-modulator!" Jinx chirped in, taking a peek over her shoulder to see if you were fully dressed, turning around to face you.

"How do you remember all this stuff?" You laughed softly, opening a window and grabbing a jacket, gesturing for her to follow you. She grinned and jumped off the bed, walking next to you with her hands behind her back, staring at you, her soft blue eyes and bubbly smile making you blush.

"Uhm, I dunno! I just do!" She shrugged, handing you the paper which you folded and tucked into a pocket, closing your bedroom door and leading her down the hallway and downstairs to the tiny kitchen of the house you shared with everyone.

Silco and Sevika were already gone, you doubted they even slept home because everything was too tidy in the kitchen and they usually got up after you because they seemed to like when you made them breakfast so it was just you and Jinx in the house and judging from her excited expression but deep eye-bags, doubted she had slept much...

Whenever she started a new project she became extremely focused on it and often skipped meals and avoided sleep. It was one of the reasons why often brought food up to her in that tower and had to remind her to get some rest, staying there to keep her company while she napped because she often mentioned how hard it was for her to sleep.

Nightmares were common for Jinx…

You noticed it the first few times you stayed at her 'office' that she'd often wake up abruptly and be in one of two moods -- frustrated or rather apathetic.

For some reason, she seemed to sleep a bit better if you stayed in the same space as her and if you watched her eat, she actually finished most of the food. You never thought of Jinx as someone that lonely but you saw her as someone who enjoyed company even if all you ever did was sit in silence and do your own thing, like your presence helped her focus and somehow let her feel more stable.

You learned a few helps to get her to do things she normally would forget by repeating them often and joining her in having breakfast, such as now when you started to prepare food and she sat and watched you, glancing at the door because she wanted to go to her tower but knowing you would tell her not to leave without eating something.

She never really argued with you about it, something about your face made the food taste better and she knew if she left, you would just follow her into her office and watch her eat there instead so there was no way to avoid having a meal right now and so, Jinx accepted her fate…

Her fate came in the form of toast full of jam and her favorite mug only half-full with coffee and milk which she only touched after finishing the bread, drinking it in one go and standing up with a smile, waving at you as she started to head to the door.

"I ate everything! I'm going now! Meet me later when you have everything, I still need an extra pair of hands! I would have asked Sevika and her BIG hands--" she held out her palms with a sly grin, "But I think she hates me soooo, see you!"

And just like that Jinx was out the door, leaving you to finish your breakfast and wash the dishes, feeling a bit lonely while doing so. You managed and soon you were out the door to run errands.

The list came in handy, you never had to say a single word to the guy Jinx often bought pieces from and he worked fast, throwing everything into a bag, accepting the money and telling you to go, eager to go back to his pipe full of Shimmer.

Climbing up to that tower was a real leg work-out but you had gotten used to it -- traveling up to the very precarious place that served as Jinx's office, your eyes never leaving the ground and the steel blade of the propeller's wing that led you to where your crush was, above a pit of deadly darkness.

She sat on the floor, surrounded by a mess of pieces, broken machinery, dirty rags and open bags of sweets, some candy spilled onto the wing and she tossed it in her mouth, head moving side to side as if she was dancing to silent music.

In a corner you noticed the two dolls she had built, one with goggles and a smaller one next to it and in another corner the metal head of a creature she was still working on, a mean frown scribbled onto it, resting next to what looked like unused bombs.

"I got everything…" you spoke, having to repeat yourself a bit louder for her to look at you, the iron mask lifted for her to offer you a bright, wide grin.

"Gimmie!" Jinx gestured towards the bag and you stepped closer, handing it to her. She took piece after piece out, murmuring the names to herself as if to make sure you had bought everything, looking at you for a second, making you feel a bit shy.

"Hmm, you forgot the discobombulator!" She frowned lightly at you and you scrambled to pull the paper out of your pocket, reading over the list, unable to find the thing she had just pronounced.

"It...it's not on the list…" you looked genuinely upset and her features softened, fingertip poking you on the nose as she laughed and grinned.

"Cuzz I made that up!" Jinx chuckled, watching your face relax with relief. "Soooorry! You just look sooo cute when you do that…" she glanced at your little pout and you became aware of her eyes on your mouth, blushing lightly and looking away.

"Please don't say stuff like that…" you mumbled, her lips pursing for a moment before she nodded, eyes returning to the gadgets in front of her, giving you a moment to stop looking so embarrassed.

"Thanks for the shizz, buttercup!" She took the paper from your hand and replaced it with a small mechanical piece, waving a tool at you. "You know how to tighten bolts, don't cha? It's easy! Do that for me, will 'ya?" She handed you the tool, hearing a light cough from you, turning head to look at you and your pout, tilting head with a little 'yeeah?'.

"Manners, Jinx…" you spoke.

Jinx pursed her lips and looked at the tool she was still holding, studying your fingertips close to hers, the loose grip you had on it and your expression meaning she forgot to say something. Realization hit her suddenly and she chuckled softly, nodding.

"Pretty pleeeease?" She smiled, your softening gaze and hand around the tool making her hum before turning back to her little gadgets, becoming distracted for a moment while you tightened the bolts on the piece she had given you, doing it with ease and watching her work for a short while.

Jinx had tunnel-vision on the odd, mechanical-like box in front of her which she slowly assembled by placing pieces together, one side with a hatch on it was open and you tried to squint to see the gears inside but she took it away from view, giving you what looked like a nervous smile, telling you to go put some music on to drown out the drilling tool.

You thought she was acting a bit weird -- well, weirder than usual -- but did as you were told and turned on the record-player, returning to her side to see Jinx almost hunched over the box. It looked a bit funny at first, like she was hiding something from you. You knew she could be protective of her creations and get attached to some so you took no offense in her behavior, though were curious…

Last thing she made had been a weapon…

In fact, most of what she made were explosives, modified weapons or smaller trinkets that could be used as either if the situation required it...though you had seen those skillful hands make harmless stuff before too, saddened that they were often tossed aside and forgotten because she saw no use in them and only worked to stay occupied…

Jinx was very talented and hated staying still and creating was something she enjoyed along with using her artistic abilities. She was childish in a way still with the stuff she drew and how she acted sometimes but incredibly smart and mature too, it was hard to describe her and the more you tried, the less it felt like you understood her… You liked Jinx, she was nice to you and always bubbly and full of energy but there was a depth to her you still were learning about, a side you knew was hidden behind smiles and jokes, the one you got glimpses of anytime you watched her wake from a nap…

She was pretty too…

You knew there was more to someone than just looks but you thought she was pretty and with how often you saw her smiling and laughing, you had a very difficult time not developing a little crush on her...and you also spent a lot of time with her too and besides Silco, you were the only person she seemed to care enough to listen to and actually try to socialize with, something she had issues with.

The music ended and with it so did the drilling, her hands shooting into the air as she dropped what she was holding, the metal tip from the tool hitting the steel blade and producing a little spark. Jinx hugged the box, pressing her cheek to it, looking up at you with a proud smile that made you smile back, glancing at the cube between her arms.

"I'm guessing it's done?" You asked.

"Aaah-yup! I did most of it last night but still needed a few adjustments! Didn't want it to blow up your room by accident, ahaha!" Jinx pursed her lips, noticing the way you raised an eyebrow.

"My room?" You scratched your cheek, looking at the box, wondering what exactly it was supposed to be. It was large enough to hold something in it but unless she shoved something inside, all you managed to see were gears and weird pieces.

"Shoot...it was supposed to be a surprise…" she spoke to herself, frowning at the box. "Oh, shut up! Secrets, schmeecrets, just show her already before you spoil the rest…" she mumbled, picking up the box and smiling at you, "Come! I'll show 'ya!", walking towards the door, making you follow behind her, still knowing nothing about the box.

"You're not going to leave paint all over my room again, are you?" You squeaked, hoping to God she was not about to prank you. Last time that happened you spent hours scrubbing paint off the walls and floor, most of your stuff which wasn't much to begin with completely tainted by color.

Jinx hummed, "No, I only do that to Sevika now!"

"Did you tag her room while she was gone?", you snorted, her big grin and tongue out was all the answer you needed, laughing softly at the thought of how pissed Sevika would be later that day.

You two went back to your room, albeit you were hesitant to open the door, watching her bounce on her heels while you slowly turned the knob. In a flash she was in your room, setting the box down in front of your bed and rushing to close the blinds and then the door, pulling you with her as she sat next to the mechanical cube with a wide grin…

"Jinx, what is this?" You asked, receiving only a tiny hum in response as she fumbled with the side of the box and something started to make noise.

It was a bit hard to see around the room but you noticed faint light coming from the edges of the box, squinting to try and see inside. Jinx messed with it again, the faint whirring sounds making you feel a bit nervous, worried something would blow up in your face or she really was pranking you.

"Please, tell me…" you pleaded with a pout, blue eyes shooting up from the box for her features to soften, her hand taking yours and placing it over a small button on the side of the metal cube, fingers over yours, the contact making you blush a little.

"On three we push it together!" Jinx said.

You swallowed nervously, "Why? W-what's going to happen?" Eyes glancing at the whirring box.

"One…" she started.

"What's going to happen?!" You squeaked.

"Two…" she continued.

"Jinx, please!" You braced yourself…

"Three!" Her fingers pushed yours down and you were forced to hit the button, closing your eyes for whatever was about to come, feeling the box give a small shake and growing warmer next to you.

"You're supposed to look, silly!" Jinx groaned.

You slowly opened one eye, staring down at the cube, opening the other in surprise at the array of colors escaping from the edges and the top...

Blues, pinks, greens, purples, yellows...a palette of neon bright stars, spots and circles covering the walls, the shelves, the blankets hanging off your bed and as you followed the colorful nebula, even the ceiling was bathed in them, making your eyes widen at something you had only ever seen drawn in plain black and white on old astronomy books.

Jinx plopped down to the floor next to you, watching the color reflect on your features, watching how you stared at the ceiling in awe, your jaw hanging open, your eyes glistening.

"Jinx…" you murmured, blinking yourself out of your daze, looking down at Jinx, the array of neon glows illuminating her face. She seemed different, the smile on her features softer, eyes focused as she held your stare for a good while as if she was trying to memorize the look on your cute face.

"...I made that for you," she spoke, her voice calmer than what you were used to. "Do you like it?" Her demeanor changed back to how you often saw her, smile returning, eyes roaming the ceiling.

"This...this is beautiful." Your bottom lip trembled, overwhelmed at the gift, feeling like to could cry at any moment "It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me…" you confessed, watching her smile falter for a second before she patted the spot on the floor next to her, urging you to lay down with her as you two watched the universe for a while.

The stars on your ceiling…

You never got to see them before...the air in the undercity was too polluted for you to see anything other than smog...you barely remembered there was a sky above you that was actually full of all the things you only ever saw in old, dusty books.

This was...so incredibly sweet…

"Jinx, thank you…" you spoke quietly, feeling her fingers brushing against your hand and you took it without a word, watching her smile soften a little.

There was silence between you two, a comfortable one, one that made you feel like a lot had been said despite your mouths being closed, your heart filling with a sentiment you felt was shared by the girl currently holding your hand…

You smiled affectionately at Jinx, her eyes on the ceiling missing the lovely curve of your mouth but you felt that was alright, that she already knew…

And you guessed by the many little hearts scattered between the specks of color, between the shaky stars drawn by a nervous hand and the circles of irregular sizes, Jinx felt the same way...

♥ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬→ 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ♥

𝐕𝐈:

I LOVE HERRRR

she doesn’t strike me as necessarily the go-out dancing type

but i think she’d dance with you in private, while you two are cooking in the kitchen or right before bed

whether it be slow songs or upbeat tempos she just wants to twirl you <3

(but of course this only happens after y’all have been together for A BIT)

in the beginning, she lowkey shy as hell

WILL accidentally step on your feet. just ignore it

her hands get clammy while holding yours :,)

you’re just like “are you okay? you look nervous.”

“no yeah, totally. i’m fine- are you fine?”

meanwhile she’s refusing to look at you

she’d come around and feel better about dancing once the two of you do it more

esp in the club because let one scrubby man or woman try to dance with you and see what happens-

 one second you’re taking a sip of your drink then all of a sudden you’re dragged onto the dance floor

and she never lets her glare fade from whoever tried to steal you away

i literally love her sm vi please-

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗:

so COMPLETE opposite of vi, jinx will immediately groove with you the second she hears a beat

except she’s extremely obnoxious about it

most of the time she doesn’t care for the partner aspect and just start singing and jumping around without you, not giving a single damn on how loud she’s singing 

it’s not like you’re missing out on it either, just watching her makes you smile

…until she notices you’re not bumping to the beat with her and starts spinning you around nonstop

“oh my GOD JIIIINX”

“whaaat? we’re dancingg”

“yes but i’m DIZZY-”

will try to dip you lol

like her personality, dancing with her is as chaotic and unpredictable as it gets, but you prefer it that way

(might end up scratching your arms a few times with her long ass nails, but you barely notice)

𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐘𝐍:

i think she would know quite a bit about dancing, but on the more formal side

if you didn’t know how, she’d be very willing to teach you :)

naturally being taller, (6 ft holy moly), she’d hold your waist and guide your arms to wrap around her neck

she’d go over the steps slowly, remaining patient and gentle the whole time

this time YOUR hands are the ones that are clammy, but she doesn’t mind

you’d try to watch your feet but she tilts your chin up to look at her

“if you watch your feet the whole time, your partner might not be satisfied, yknow.”

you just huff and look to the side

she laughs

if there were ever an event you two attended together, she’d propose the idea of dancing together, but if you didn’t feel confident enough, she’d be totally okay with it

…but eventually you agree because she looks pretty and you want to show her off

even if you can’t quit watching your feet

𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐎:

i feel like originally he’d try to play it off like he knew how to dance but he definitely doesn’t know how to dance

he can just be a bit introverted 

he’s more willing to just sway and spin you around a few times, which i mean, nothing wrong with that

on a good day you can get him to let loose, but most of the time he’s just like:

“no you go ahead, have fun.”

and you being stubborn hit him with:

“i won’t go if you don’t come with me.”

and he KNOWS you’re serious about it, too

..he never ends up having a bad time though

when he gets really into the song he likes to throw his head around and swish his hair side to side

the sight of it makes you smile, but he gets shy when he catches you staring

you just laugh

𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑:

VIKTOOOOR

no because he’s so sweet

of course, with his condition, he wouldn’t be able to physically do much when it comes to dancing

but you don’t mind at all!!

similar to Vi, the two of you prefer to sway with each other in private, in between breaks at the lab or at home

he’d have to use one hand to hold his cane, but the other settles around your waist while your arms lay around his neck

you take the lead most of the time, but you’re always careful about stance and balance

he feels guilty about not being able to twirl you or properly dance with you, but the second any self-doubt comes from him, you just-

“none of that, now. you’re a perfect dance partner, Viktor.”

“but I-,”

“no.”

he can’t help but smile UGH

✧･ﾟpart 2 will come out soon･ﾟ✧

𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been itching to post abt arcane bc it’s been my new fixation as of lateee i already have some ideas of what to write :>

｡arcane masterlist｡

JINK S/O WHO LOVES TO DO MAKEUP!

✎ Jink is head over heels for you. An s/o who could do makeup is a win-win. She will beg the living hell out of you, please do makeup on her, you could even practice new things on her. I feel like eyeliner would be her favorite.

✎ She also would want to do your makeup also, please be careful while handing her the eyeliner or brushes. She’s actually really good with eyeliner, might almost poke your eyeball out, but there’s no harm in it.

✎ She would be still for you. Would love it if you straddle her waist while doing her makeup. She thinks of you as some makeup artist.

✎ Refuses to let you do makeup on anyone else. To her means you have to be close and touch them and be gentle with them. Yeah, she isn’t chill about that and will take it personal.

✎ She will steal makeup for you, the good kind to. Mainly from Piltover.

✎ She wants you to teach her how to do eyebrows or how blend properly. Loves to play with eyeliner, it’s her favorite. Liquid or not she’ll play with it. She’ll make little doodles on you with it or put fake beauty marks on your skin.

✎ You accidentally pinched her eyelids with the eyelashes curler. She forgave you, but she’s a little hesitant about it now, or she’ll do it herself when your doing her makeup.

✎ She finds it really comforting when you paint her skin with it or pretty her up, she loves the way your fingertips glide against her flesh or how the brushes tickle her skin.

✎ She is happy to have an s/o who loves to do makeup.

✎ If you’re terrible at doing it, and only doing it because of your entertainment. Shit, she doesn’t mind.

✎ Practice makes perfect and she’s willing to do whatever pleases you and encourages you to do whatever you want.

✎ Regardless, she’s not going to care if she has smudge mascara or lipstick on her teeth. She appreciates it and it’s from you.

✎ Please let her be the first person you come to do makeup. She loves it.

I’m not good with makeup and never done it before 💀. So none of the things I’ve headcanon are accurate.

That roommate scara got my gears spinning, I hope this request gets yours spinning as well ^^

Can I please request Scara x a roomate reader with ADHD who forgets to take care of themselves because of it(ie forgetting to eat, or drink water)so Scara keeps having to help remind them.

Cue tsun-tsun electro man trying so hard to not turn into a doting and worried mess as he has to help his crush not pass out from accidental dehydration.

Honestly doing this request is self indulgence at this point but... maybe i like scara bein' a little mean. just a little. as a treat.

Also don't take everything as 100% accurate, I did research but I won't lie this is fucking fanfiction and i'm not an expert... dont get medical knowledge from fanfiction, no matter how much you like it.

Modern/Roommate Au! ADHD Reader!

Summary: A busy day for you, a lonely one for Scaramouche, but when you were so faint and weak as soon as you got home... He knew you well enough to know that something was wrong, already forcing his care onto you, even as you whined and wanted to sleep... He knew better- he majored in nursing, after all.

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You'd been gone all day- On one of Scaramouche's rare days off as well. Not that he ever told you his schedule, the two of you didn't talk much, and when you did, it was oftentimes him scolding you for making a mess of what he had meticulously organized, or about rent, or about some complaint, blah blah blah...

Maybe, though, he felt a little bitter about it. He didn't tell you, because that's not who he was. If he told you, you may have planned something, be it a prank, or maybe a celebration or, eugh, a god-forsaken party. You left in the morning without so much as a 'goodbye', which had stung. It shouldn't of, he left usually without a goodbye and never said hello. He simply should have ignored it.

But he didn't expect you to be gone all day- from dawn to dusk and beyond, it was late. Very late. Scaramouche couldn't sleep, simply because he felt unsettled, and... In all reality, his head was not a place he wanted to be, so he got out of bed, blankets and sheets rucked up from tossing and turning, and went to shower. Then, realizing the shower was not helping, with still-damp hair he went to the kitchen and started cooking, because cooking wouldn't let his mind wander enough to bring forth cruel thoughts and memories... besides, if you came home late, you likely hadn't eaten the entire day, and he could use this as an excuse to say he 'bit of more than he could chew' per say, made a meal too big, and give you the rest, in what would likely be the first meal of the day for you, even as late as it was.

23:45, 11:45pm. You still weren't home. He hated that, because... Well, he'd probably have to make a missing persons report if you kept at this rate. You had left exactly fifteen hours ago, and had not come home.

As the door rumbled and clattered slightly, he smiled down at the vegetables on the cutting board before him. After a few drunken mishaps with the neighbors, they had learned not to touch this door, so it must've been you...

... he wondered, though, as it took far too long for you to unlock the door- should he open it for you, or perhaps prepare for yet another fool who made the mistake of getting his hopes up?

But the door opened, and only someone who had the brute force to break it open and someone with a key- namely only himself and you, could open it, and seeing as there was no damage, and you half-stumbled in, he smiled, turning down to the skillet of stir-fry, mixing it a little to avoid burning,

"Get your keys out of the lock," he said, not looking at you, for if he did, you may see his smile. You had forgotten before, and it was lucky enough that some kind girl had simply knocked and informed Scaramouche that a key was left out, instead of some opprotunist asshole to try and snatch anything with the moment of weakness.

You groaned in exhaustion, and pulled the keys out, and tossed them somewhere he didn't see, and he could hear the couch creak as you all but threw yourself onto it, with a loud huff.

He was glad you were home- you weren't half dead on the side of a street, you were just exhausted... Which was expected, no matter what you were doing, he doubted you had lazed about the whole day. He assumed, since you didn't even reply to his texts that you'd not had a minute to set down...

But his relief turned back to concern as you coughed. He looked back at you, laid down on the couch, shoes still on...

Turning down the temperature, he looking over at you, "No shoes on the couch." He demanded, and again, you groaned, he able to hear how raspy your voice sounded...

.... Hm.

As you sat up, pulling off your shoes, and abandoning them just at the couch, he saw how you wobbled, and struggled an unreasonable amount to remove simple shoes...

"Look at me."

You looked at him, your eyes slightly red, bags under your eyes, but he zoned in on your lips...

... Cracked.

Dehydrated.

He turned away, and you laid back down, he rushing to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, and walked back over to you, grabbing your wrist [He was careful, he knew better than to ever touch your hands, for he knew he would not be able to stop thinking about it] and pulled you up,

"Scaraaaa," you whined, "Leave me alone, I'm tired." And you flopped back down. He shoved the cold bottle of water in your hand, and your hand gripped it, he pulling you back up. He would let the 'Scara' nickname pass this time, since the damage was done- you said it already, with that exhausted whine on your tone...

"I'm not leaving until you drink that whole bottle." He demanded, you looking at the bottle and grimacing...

"I... Really don't want to." You said, "I just, it... it's gross."

He grimaced... "Gross? It's water. Do you want flavored water?" He usually kept that for himself, when he wanted a little sweetness, but-

"That sounds even more disgusting," you groaned.

"Either you drink that or a bottle of flavored water. I'm not leaving you alone until you do."

You groaned, and cracked off the lid, taking a sip- You didn't even take a fill sip before gagging, Scaramouche taking a step back as the water splashed out of your mouth and onto your lap, grabbing your wrist to stop you from spilling anymore...

"I'm sorry," you immediately whined out, "I'm sorry, I just... it's so gross, I can't."

He groaned... Humans were flawed to destroy themselves in their worst moments, weren't they? He grabbed the bottle, taking the lid from your other hand and screwed it on, walking back to the kitchen to scribble your name on it in marker- a particular habit he had, before shoving it back into the fridge, leaving you be despite his promise to harass you...

He turned off the stove- the stir-fry would be a little off, from being partially cooked, then stopped, then cooked again, but he had higher priorities, looking into the fridge, looking around for...

...

Fruit. It was juicy enough, and he immediately pulled it out of the fridge, beginning to cut with knives so sharp they could slice one's skin off without drawing a drop of blood, small bite-sized pieces that could be easily shoved into one's mouth... Worst came to worse, he'd have to. Humans were stubborn like that...

... Stop thinking like that, you're human too. Cursed college, putting that odd wording into his head once, and making it so he could never rip it back out.

Plating it quickly, it wasn't incredible, but it was pleasing to the eye, hopefully appetizing enough that he could force you to eat at least some of it... at this rate, he'd be willing to do anything before dragging out the medical equipment.

Walking back to you he, once again, pulled you up, you making a unattractive snort of shock from your half-asleep state (he wanted to chide you for trying to sleep on the couch, but he would let it slide this time... just this time.) And stabbed one of the pieces of fruit with a fork, a perfectly cut square-shaped chunk, and held it up to your mouth, his eyes wide and pleading...

"Please? Just eat this."

You leaned back, discomforted, "Why?"

"... Please...?" He was enraged with himself that he was pleading, but he also knew how this would progress if he didn't.

You grabbed the fork, staring at it...

"I don't understand you..." You muttered, shoving it into your mouth-

And he immediately moved his thumb to press over your mouth, to stop you from spitting it out, "Eat it, eat it, I know it's terrible, just eat it."

As miserable as you looked, you chewed... then swallowed, "Sca-"

He knew he only had one shot, and he grabbed a grape, and plopped that into your mouth, covering your chapped, cracked lips with his hand, "Just one more, it'll be less bad, I promise."

He was too determined to let you spit it out, and so you chewed and swallowed that too, he finally pulling his hand away, and shoving the plate of fruit into your hand, "That wasn't as bad as the first one, right?"

"Scaramouche, what the fuck was that?" You asked, completely shocked, "You look at me like a kitten in the back of its cage begging me to take you home, and you make me eat fruit? Actually, do I want to know what this is about...?"

He frowned, "Depends. Are you willing to finish that plate of fruit and drink your water?"

You looked down at it... "... Only if you give me some of what you were cooking."

He sighed. "Fine." He stood up, "You were dehydrated and likely mildly delusional, making water repulsive." He walked back to the kitchen, and turned the stove back on, wanting to finish the meal he started cooking, "People in that state, when informed, get upset. People overestimate themselves, then get worse and worse, then die from dehydration, or at least deprive themselves so severely they end up brain damaged. If you're reasonable to eat and drink, then you can recover just fine."

The gentle sound of the fork tapping against the plate, you were in fact eating. He was quite happy with that, even if he wasn't going to forget the experience anytime soon, for better or for worse.

"... Thank you. I guess I hadn't really... remembered to eat or drink today." You admitted, and having adequately cooked the stir-fry, he began plating... ah, he'd probably end up doing the dishes... usually, when feeding you, he'd make demands like that, but he wasn't too upset about that. He wasn't going to make your water, food, and honestly probably sleep deprived self do any cleanup.

"I know," he said, no bite to his words, "That's why I was cooking."

"... you were cooking for me?"

Scaramouche didn't respond, majorly because he was screaming at his own stupid self,

"I knew you cared about me," you said, voice small and quiet, as though you didn't want him to hear...

"Rent's expensive, and you can't pay your half if you're dead." He huffed, but he was just talking to try and cover his ass... and he knew he wasn't convincing, it was easier just to not slip up, but this entire night had been a slip-up, from when he first started tossing and turning in bed...

Getting a plateful of food, he walked over to you, and set it right on your lap, taking the one you had before- and set your waterbottle next to you as well, before walking back to the kitchen-

"You're not eating with me?" You asked, softly...

...

He hated you, he really did, he hated how you convinced him to sit and eat with you instead of scampering back to his room with a single sentence.

"Fine, I guess I should make sure you don't keel over after all that."

Both of you knew he was just hiding whatever he really thought.