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I've moved!

I got sick of not being able to interact with anyone with this sideblog, plus I think this blog is cursed because my posts keep getting removed from the relevant tags. I made a new blog, you can find me over at @cassifictional.

I will keep this blog up for now but I won't be updating it anymore. Please go follow me on my new blog if you enjoy my content 💕

(You can find my masterlist on my new blog as well)

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Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”

Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.

Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.

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I've made a main blog!! Follow me here if you want, I'll be posting on this new account soon and I can actually follow people back, comment and reply now!

Hey all, Cat here. I've wanted to make a new main blog for a while now so I can actually properly interact with people. Considering that my posts are still getting removed from the tags on my sideblog @cassifiction, I wanted to try and post some things from a main blog. Please bear with me while I try to figure things out <3

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I've had some of my posts disappear from the tags as well. And then suddenly they're back a bit later? I don't know why tumblr does this. For me it helps editing the post. Usually I just add something minor to it and then its back? Like tumblr doesn't catch it the first time or something idk.

I haven't tried the editing trick before, I added 2 things to that post, no results so far.. but I'll keep an eye on it. It would be nice if it helped. Thanks for the tip!

Tumblr has been doing this for a while now. I've contacted support about it and they said it was a 'glitch' on their part and they had fixed it, but I believe they only fixed the post I contacted them about and not the glitch itself. And that took like five days so by that time the post was already lost in the tags.

I don't really know what else to do about this. I've tried so many things but the site just seems to be broken. It's so demotivating.

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Something sweet: arcane women x reader

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Cassandra, Grayson, g/n reader

So this is that thing I've been working on. This is part one of three. Part one is something sweet. Part two will be something funny. Part three will be something spicy.

These are 6 short fics, each around 500 words, each with their own scenario revolving around the theme 'something sweet'. The next part will continue to build on these short scenarios. Please enjoy and let me know what you think 💕❤

Sevika: something of mine

Past midnight, the only sounds echoing through your apartment were your own footsteps. It had been a long night, a fun one spent catching up with your closest friends. Knowing that your girlfriend was likely already sound asleep, you tried to be as quiet as possible as you kicked off your shoes. With it being so late, you decided to just go straight to bed instead of taking a shower first. The noise might wake up Sevika and you knew all too well how groggy she could be when you would wake her up at the wrong time. But you were also pretty sure she wouldn’t object to some cuddles after a long day.

As you approached the bedroom, you noticed a dim light shinining from underneath the door. Was she still awake? You slowly pushed open the door and saw Sevika sitting in your bed. One of the nightlights was switched on and illuminated a book in her hands. A familiar looking bookmark was sticking out from in between the pages. An empty glass on the nightstand indicated she had been there a while already.

“Is that mine?” you asked, inquisitively.

Sevika looked up at you, almost seeming surprised. It looked like she hadn’t heard you approach the bedroom.

“It is.” she replied, glancing back down at the book as she picked up a piece of paper from the nightstand and placed it in between the pages. She closed the book, which now had two bookmarks in it, and put it down beside her empty glass.

“I saw you reading it yesterday. Could barely get your attention, you were so absorbed in it.” she smirked.

“Yeah, it’s really good.” you smiled, trying to hide a blush. Talking about your special interests sometimes got you a little flustered.

“Thought I’d give it a shot. Maybe we could talk about it together.” Sevika patted the empty spot beside her. “But not now, it’s late. Get in here.”

You happily obliged, crawling into bed beside her and wrapping yourself up in the sheets. They smelled like her, a scent that you grew to love a little more with each passing day. Sevika wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close to her pleasantly warm body. She briefly ran her hand through your hair, sending shivers up your spine. As she did, you traced the blue scars on her neck with your fingers before nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck. Within minutes, you could feel her drifting off to sleep.

“Why were you still up if you’re so tired?” you mumbled into her neck.

“I like to be awake when you get home.” she said, half whispering, sounding so sleepy. “I sleep better when I know you’re well and you’re here.”

“That’s so sweet.” you cooed. “I’m here. Let’s sleep.”

She pulled you in a little bit closer, softly squeezing your shoulder with her hand.

“I’m glad. Good night.”

VI: hold me close

A delicious aroma filled the air, making your mouth water more and more with every ingredient you added to the pan of sauce on the stovetop. It was just a regular weekday, no special occasion or anything, you just really felt like cooking up something delicious tonight. You spent a little extra on some high-quality ingredients, looked up a good recipe and just went for it. The results so far were looking and smelling promising. A small taste-test confirmed it. This meal was truly going to be something special and you knew Vi was gonna love it. She always worked so hard and you felt like she deserved something extra nice every once in a while.

Almost like she could hear you thinking about her (or maybe she just followed the scent of your cooking), you heard the front door open. You turned around, eager to greet her, and heard the door slam shut again. Loud. Sometimes she would come home like that, angry and frustrated at everyone and everyone but you, not knowing what to do with herself. It seemed like today was one of those days again.

Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, you saw her looking around the place, seemingly looking for you. She was frowning and she looked tired, but you greeted her with a smile like you always tried to do. Neither of you spoke, but she slowly approached the kitchen to see what you were doing. Still focused on your cooking, you quickly got back to the various pots on the stovetop.

“Hi love.” you said as you heard her enter the kitchen.

“Hey.” she replied, clearly trying to look and sound like everything was fine, but the tone of her voice revealed her exact mood at the moment. And it wasn’t good.

“Bad day?” you asked, turning around slightly so you could look at her.

A crack immediately formed in her stoic appearance as you saw the corner of her mouth twitch at your question.

“Kinda. Sorta. Yes.” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter beside you. You could tell she was still trying to restrain herself. You gave her a worried look.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

Sometimes talking about it helped, sometimes it didn’t. You didn’t really mind, as long as she didn’t bottle everything up indefinitely. But even if she didn’t want to talk, you wanted to do something for her.

You put down the utensils you had been using and put one of your arms around Vi. She didn’t push you away, but you could feel her stiffen up a little.

“Come on, I’m fine..” she grumbled, but she didn’t protest as you put a second arm around her as well.

You wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders, holding her in a loving embrace. She hesitantly let her hands rest on your back, still unsure of if she wanted to be hugged right now or not.

“I’m glad you’re home. I love you, you know that, right?” you hummed in her ear, resting the side of your head against hers as you held her close. And as you did, you felt her starting to shake a little. She let out a sharp, shaky breath as you felt her arms move from lightly resting on your back to being tightly wrapped around your waist.

Vi didn’t speak, just buried her face in your neck as she held you even tighter. You felt tears slowly drip down onto your neck and your shoulder as she quietly let out her emotions. Only for about a minute, then the tears stopped. She continued to hold you for just a little longer, clinging onto you like she never wanted to let go again. You gently turned her around so that her back was against the stove, careful to keep her a safe distance away from the flames.

“What are you..” she mumbled, noticing you were doing something behind her back.

“Shh, just stay where you are. As long as you need.” you said, attempting to turn her head back around

“You’re making food behind me?” she laughed through the remnants of her tears when she realized you were stirring the pot of sauce behind her.

“It’s gonna be so good. I just have to keep stirring it or else it’ll burn.”

“Well, I have to admit..” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder. “this is by far the nicest thing someone has done behind my back today.

Caitlyn: always so busy

Five past four. She was supposed to be here five minutes ago, but at this point you were not worried yet. You knew Caitlyn was a busy woman, she was always spending so much time at work. Today, you had made plans to meet in between her shifts, at a cozy little café. Any time spent with her was precious, so you would take whatever time you could get.

You had arrived ten minutes early, so by now you were a little bored sitting by yourself. Keeping yourself busy by snacking on the complimentary biscuits on the table, you tried to not look at the clock too much.

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” a waiter had suddenly appeared beside you.

“No thank you, I’m still waiting for someone.” you replied.

The waiter gave you a sympathetic look. “Date standing you up?”

You looked back at the clock. Ten past four. They weren’t wrong to assume, you had been here for twenty minutes now.

“No, no. She wouldn’t.” you assured them.

Suddenly, the door of the café swung open, the cute little bell above it ringing loudly, making the few other people also sitting in the café turn their heads in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Caitlyn, her face red and sweaty and she was completely out of breath.

“Sh- I mean, oops. My apologies” she said in between breaths, looking up at the bell above the door and straightening her clothes.

You smiled and turned towards the waiter, who was still standing beside you. “We’ll have two cappuccinos. And two lemon cupcakes, please.”

Caitlyn hurriedly walked over to you, plopping down onto the empty seat in front of you, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m so sorry. There was an incident at the plaza, and the paperwork that came with it-“

“Cait, it’s fine.” you laughed, “you’re only ten minutes late. That’s nothing.”

She reached her hands out to grab your own hands resting on the table in front of you. Her hands felt warm against yours, her body still flushed from apparently running towards the café. She held your hands gently, slowly stroking them with her thumbs.

“That’s ten minutes less spent with you. To me, that’s a lot.”

It was hard to hide the blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m glad you think so.”

The waiter soon returned with your order. Caitlyn seemed hungry, the cupcake you had ordered for her was gone withing two minutes. Some days she didn’t have time to eat during her shift. You couldn’t help but worry about her sometimes.

Even though your time together at the café was short, you thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. After only thirty minutes, Caitlyn’s break was over again and she had to go back to the station. Outside of the café, before you went your separate ways again for the day, Caitlyn reached out to hold your hands again.

“Look, I’m.. sorry we don’t do this more often. I really am.” she said, looking down.

“Cait, it’s ok. I know your job means a lot to you.”

“You mean a lot to me too now.” she looked up at you. “I’m going to talk to some of my superiors. See if I can figure something out so I can spend more time with you.”

“That’s.. really nice of you. But please don’t feel like you have to.”

“I don’t.” she said softly, reaching a hand up to cup around your cheek. “It’s because I want to. I really want to.”

Jinx: made for you

“Jinx?”

The sound of your voice echoed off the walls, but Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m here, are you ready to leave, or..?”

Again, no answer but your own echo. You knew she was around here somewhere, you just didn’t know where. Earlier that week you had made plans to go out and it wasn’t like Jinx to flake last-minute. She always loved going places with you, even if it was just something simple like getting lunch.

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, you saw her poke her head around a corner. She had a huge smile on her face and looked very happy to see you. The headphones covering her ears were probably the reason she didn’t hear you the first time.

“Just a minute! I’ll be right there!” she yelled at you excitedly. “And DON’T come over here! It’s a secret!”

“What’s a secret?” you yelled back, trying to get a peek from where you were standing. No response.

“Fine. Keep your secrets.” You turned around to face the door, your arms crossed in a mild protest. A few moments later, Jinx surprised you by attacking you with a hug from behind and pressing a big kiss onto your cheek.

“I’m working on something new.” she grinned. “It’s gonna be fun. It’s not even an explosive this time. Ideally, it shouldn’t explode at all. Anyway..”

She released you from the hug and grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you around so you were facing her now.

“This is very important. You’re gonna help me build it.”

“I am?” you said, a look of confusion on your face.

“Yes. All you have to do.. is tell me something that you like.” she said, sounding dead serious.

Something you like? How would that help you with what she was making? And whatever the hell was she making anyway?

“I don’t get it.” you laughed sheepishly.

“It’s very simple. To help me, just tell me something you like.” she said, intently looking you in the eyes.

“You?”

You giggled as you watched her face turn beet red. Clearly, that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting. But it wasn’t a wrong answer, because you really did like her a lot. And she knew it. You just didn’t say it out loud like this all that often.

“That’s not what I meant!” she stammered, “I mean, I like you a lot too, but that’s not what this is about! Okay, it kinda is, but not like that! Just tell me something else you like, like cookies or rainbows or something.”

“Uh.. poros? I like poros, they’re so cute and fluffy.”

“Yes. Good. I can work with that. Sheesh.” she sighed, but she followed it up with a laugh. “Alright, sorry, that was weird. Let’s go.” she said as she gestured towards the door.

You followed her out the door, ready to leave and have some fun outside. Holding hands as you walked, you tried to figure out whatever the little project was that she was working on. And why she needed to know a thing you liked. It was hard to connect the two, but whatever it was, you were sure she would show you in time.

“So why ask for something I like?” you decided to ask as your final question on the matter.

“Ok, so it’s gonna be something I myself like. Obviously” she explained. “Now it’ll also be something you like. Yes? And finally, it’ll be a gift for someone I like.”

She blushed a little again, but she was still smiling. “Full circle, get it?”

“I get it, yeah. Can’t wait to see it.” you smiled back at her.

“Tough luck. You’re gonna have to!” she laughed.

Cassandra: mirror, mirror

“It’s only a neighborhood gathering, right? You could wear a sundress. The weather is lovely today.” you suggested to Cassandra, who was taking her sweet time picking out an outfit for the afternoon.

“I’ve told you before, it’s not that simple. Please, don’t rush me.” she replied, sounding slightly annoyed at you. You could also detect a hint of frustration in her voice.

You sighed. “I’m trying not to. But it’s starting in twenty minutes. You need to choose something.”

Silence, followed by the sound of a dress being tossed away. You were used to Cassandra’s dressing up routine by now. It usually took a while, but you knew why. Due to her status, she always desired to look immaculate. Waiting for her for an hour just to go out to get coffee was frustrating, but you tried to be understanding and put up with it for her sake. Despite the annoyingly long times you had to wait for her, you did love her a lot, after all.

The dress she had tossed onto the floor was peeking out from behind the dressing screen. Worried it would get dirty, you picked it up off the floor.

“Why not this one?” you asked, absentmindedly studying the soft fabric. It was a simple, yet beautiful white dress with small yellow and golden flowers on it.

“A sundress is very casual. Too casual for this occasion. You show up in a dress like that and people will assume you think you’re just there to have fun.”

“We’re not there to have fun?” you asked, a little confused. “Is it not a neighborhood gathering?”

“This is Piltover. Everything is business.” she huffed, trying on another dress. “But show up in something too formal, and people will think you’re merely there to get something out of them.”

“So it’s not business?”

“It’s not business. And yet it is. It is both. And neither.”

High society Piltover politics. You never quite got to understand it during your time spent with Cassandra. To you, it all seemed like made-up rules by made-up hierarchies and titles.

“Can I please get your opinion on this one. I’m.. out of options.” you heard her quietly say behind the dressing screen.

When you walked behind the screen, you saw she was wearing a knee-length blue dress with a high neck and a tight waist. A formal dress. Way too formal for a neighborhood gathering.

“It’s lovely. But I don’t think-”

“It’s too formal.” she cut you off, sounding even more frustrated now, staring at herself in the mirror.

“Hey. Please. You worry too much.” you said softly, carefully reaching out to give her a hug from behind. She felt tense, so tense as you wrapped your arms around her waist. For a moment, she held her breath as you touched her, but soon she released that tension with a long, deep sigh. She placed her arms over yours, holding you as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“The sundress, the one with the flowers. Combine it with the big yellow sunhat, a small belt around your waist and those heels you got last week. You’ll look lovely. It’ll be fine.” you said quietly.

“I think.. I think that would work, yes.” she exhaled, sounding relieved.

She squeezed your arm with one of her hands. “Thank you, love. Whatever would I do without you.”

Grayson: pick one

“Grayson?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Would you prefer it if I brought you a gift or if we spent some time together just talking?”

You tapped your pen on the magazine you were holding in front of you, closely studying its pages.

Grayson looked up from the book she was reading, sitting beside you on the couch, your legs draped over hers as you leaned back against the side.

“Why? Is it a special occasion?” she looked at the calendar on the wall across the room. “Oh, no. Did I forget something?”

“No, don’t worry. Just curious.” you assured.

“Oh. I see.” she sighed, relieved. “In that case, I suppose would prefer to just spend time with you.”

“Got it.” you mumbled, scribbling something down on the magazine in front of you. “And if you had to choose between receiving a gift from me or receiving a hug, what would you choose?”

“Ah.. uhm. A gift?” she replied, sounding confused. “I would rather have both, though.”

“But what I mean is if you can only pick one. What about- “

“Alright, what are you doing?” she said, trying to look at the magazine you were holding in your hands, but you quickly yanked it away.

“No peeking!”

“I’m not cooperating until you tell me what you’re doing.”

On the pages in front of you was a quiz. You had noticed it in a shop earlier that day and the quiz was something that got you curious. A list of twenty ‘this or that’ questions, a scoreboard for every question. The title “what is your partners love language?” pasted in big letters at the top. At this point in your relationship with Grayson, you hadn’t been able to figure out her love language yet. One day you swore she was all about physical touch, while on other days she would offer to help you with just about anything.

“It’s a quiz. I’m trying to figure out your love language.”

Grayson looked confused. She had clearly never heard of this concept before.

“English?”

“No. I mean, yes, in a way. There’s five of them. Acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch. I’m trying to see which one fits you.”

Grayson laughed, amused and a little endeared by your silly little quiz.

“That’s ridiculous.” she shook her head. “Why pick just one?”

“Because that’s how the test works!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. “This is a real thing! I’m just really curious!”

“Alright.” Grayson chuckled. “I know something. I’ll show you.”

“What?”

She silently walked to the kitchen, taking a few dirty dishes from the table with her, gesturing for you to stay put. When she got back, one of her hands was behind her back.

“My love. My dearest.” she said, adding a little extra dramatic flair to her voice, “Because I love you so much, I brought the dishes to the kitchen so you wouldn’t have to. And if I might add, you’re looking lovely today.”

“Okay.. thank you?” you said, a little apprehensive.

Grayson reached out to hold your hand, reaching it up to her mouth to kiss it gracefully. Unusual as this was for her, those soft lips felt really nice against your fingers.

“And I bought these for you today.” she added, producing a pack of cookies from behind her back and placing them in your hand.

“Oh, I love these!” you said, excitedly opening the pack right away.

“I’m not done yet.” she added, “And I cannot wait to spend some quality time with you this evening. There, I believe that makes five.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t just do all of them.” you grumbled. “That’s not how it works.”

“And yet I did.” she said triumphantly, sitting down beside you on the couch again.

“You can’t make me choose. I will be loving you in every language I know.”

Notes: damn I really outed myself as a domestic fluff enjoyer didn’t I

Ok, this was really fun to write. It also took ages to make so I hope everyone else enjoyed reading it as well ❤💕 And I hope this doesn't get removed like the first time I posted it.

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My latest post got removed from the tags again. Why does this keep happening?? It was there yesterday and now it's gone again.

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Something sweet: arcane women x reader

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Cassandra, Grayson, g/n reader

So this is that thing I've been working on. This is part one of three. Part one is something sweet. Part two will be something funny. Part three will be something spicy.

These are 6 short fics, each around 500 words, each with their own scenario revolving around the theme 'something sweet'. The next part will continue to build on these six short scenarios. Please enjoy and let me know what you think 💕❤

Sevika: something of mine

Past midnight, the only sounds echoing through your apartment were your own footsteps. It had been a long night, a fun one spent catching up with your closest friends. Knowing that your girlfriend was likely already sound asleep, you tried to be as quiet as possible as you kicked off your shoes. With it being so late, you decided to just go straight to bed instead of taking a shower first. The noise might wake up Sevika and you knew all too well how groggy she could be when you would wake her up at the wrong time. But you were also pretty sure she wouldn’t object to some cuddles after a long day.

As you approached the bedroom, you noticed a dim light shinining from underneath the door. Was she still awake? You slowly pushed open the door and saw Sevika sitting in your bed. One of the nightlights was switched on and illuminated a book in her hands. A familiar looking bookmark was sticking out from in between the pages. An empty glass on the nightstand indicated she had been there a while already.

“Is that mine?” you asked, inquisitively.

Sevika looked up at you, almost seeming surprised. It looked like she hadn’t heard you approach the bedroom.

“It is.” she replied, glancing back down at the book as she picked up a piece of paper from the nightstand and placed it in between the pages. She closed the book, which now had two bookmarks in it, and put it down beside her empty glass.

“I saw you reading it yesterday. Could barely get your attention, you were so absorbed in it.” she smirked.

“Yeah, it’s really good.” you smiled, trying to hide a blush. Talking about your special interests sometimes got you a little flustered.

“Thought I’d give it a shot. Maybe we could talk about it together.” Sevika patted the empty spot beside her. “But not now, it’s late. Get in here.”

You happily obliged, crawling into bed beside her and wrapping yourself up in the sheets. They smelled like her, a scent that you grew to love a little more with each passing day. Sevika wrapped a strong arm around you, pulling you close to her pleasantly warm body. She briefly ran her hand through your hair, sending shivers up your spine. As she did, you traced the blue scars on her neck with your fingers before nuzzling your head in the crook of her neck. Within minutes, you could feel her drifting off to sleep.

“Why were you still up if you’re so tired?” you mumbled into her neck.

“I like to be awake when you get home.” she said, half whispering, sounding so sleepy. “I sleep better when I know you’re well and you’re here.”

“That’s so sweet.” you cooed. “I’m here. Let’s sleep.”

She pulled you in a little bit closer, softly squeezing your shoulder with her hand.

“I’m glad. Good night.”

VI: hold me close

A delicious aroma filled the air, making your mouth water more and more with every ingredient you added to the pan of sauce on the stovetop. It was just a regular weekday, no special occasion or anything, you just really felt like cooking up something delicious tonight. You spent a little extra on some high-quality ingredients, looked up a good recipe and just went for it. The results so far were looking and smelling promising. A small taste-test confirmed it. This meal was truly going to be something special and you knew Vi was gonna love it. She always worked so hard and you felt like she deserved something extra nice every once in a while.

Almost like she could hear you thinking about her (or maybe she just followed the scent of your cooking), you heard the front door open. You turned around, eager to greet her, and heard the door slam shut again. Loud. Sometimes she would come home like that, angry and frustrated at everyone and everyone but you, not knowing what to do with herself. It seemed like today was one of those days again.

Peeking around the corner of the kitchen, you saw her looking around the place, seemingly looking for you. She was frowning and she looked tired, but you greeted her with a smile like you always tried to do. Neither of you spoke, but she slowly approached the kitchen to see what you were doing. Still focused on your cooking, you quickly got back to the various pots on the stovetop.

“Hi love.” you said as you heard her enter the kitchen.

“Hey.” she replied, clearly trying to look and sound like everything was fine, but the tone of her voice revealed her exact mood at the moment. And it wasn’t good.

“Bad day?” you asked, turning around slightly so you could look at her.

A crack immediately formed in her stoic appearance as you saw the corner of her mouth twitch at your question.

“Kinda. Sorta. Yes.” she said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the counter beside you. You could tell she was still trying to restrain herself. You gave her a worried look.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

Sometimes talking about it helped, sometimes it didn’t. You didn’t really mind, as long as she didn’t bottle everything up indefinitely. But even if she didn’t want to talk, you wanted to do something for her.

You put down the utensils you had been using and put one of your arms around Vi. She didn’t push you away, but you could feel her stiffen up a little.

“Come on, I’m fine..” she grumbled, but she didn’t protest as you put a second arm around her as well.

You wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders, holding her in a loving embrace. She hesitantly let her hands rest on your back, still unsure of if she wanted to be hugged right now or not.

“I’m glad you’re home. I love you, you know that, right?” you hummed in her ear, resting the side of your head against hers as you held her close. And as you did, you felt her starting to shake a little. She let out a sharp, shaky breath as you felt her arms move from lightly resting on your back to being tightly wrapped around your waist.

Vi didn’t speak, just buried her face in your neck as she held you even tighter. You felt tears slowly drip down onto your neck and your shoulder as she quietly let out her emotions. Only for about a minute, then the tears stopped. She continued to hold you for just a little longer, clinging onto you like she never wanted to let go again. You gently turned her around so that her back was against the stove, careful to keep her a safe distance away from the flames.

“What are you..” she mumbled, noticing you were doing something behind her back.

“Shh, just stay where you are. As long as you need.” you said, attempting to turn her head back around

“You’re making food behind me?” she laughed through the remnants of her tears when she realized you were stirring the pot of sauce behind her.

“It’s gonna be so good. I just have to keep stirring it or else it’ll burn.”

“Well, I have to admit..” she said, resting her chin on your shoulder. “this is by far the nicest thing someone has done behind my back today.”

Caitlyn: always so busy

Five past four. She was supposed to be here five minutes ago, but at this point you were not worried yet. You knew Caitlyn was a busy woman, she was always spending so much time at work. Today, you had made plans to meet in between her shifts, at a cozy little café. Any time spent with her was precious, so you would take whatever time you could get.

You had arrived ten minutes early, so by now you were a little bored sitting by yourself. Keeping yourself busy by snacking on the complimentary biscuits on the table, you tried to not look at the clock too much.

“You sure I can’t get you anything?” a waiter had suddenly appeared beside you.

“No thank you, I’m still waiting for someone.” you replied.

The waiter gave you a sympathetic look. “Date standing you up?”

You looked back at the clock. Ten past four. They weren’t wrong to assume, you had been here for twenty minutes now.

“No, no. She wouldn’t.” you assured them.

Suddenly, the door of the café swung open, the cute little bell above it ringing loudly, making the few other people also sitting in the café turn their heads in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Caitlyn, her face red and sweaty and she was completely out of breath.

“Sh- I mean, oops. My apologies” she said in between breaths, looking up at the bell above the door and straightening her clothes.

You smiled and turned towards the waiter, who was still standing beside you. “We’ll have two cappuccinos. And two lemon cupcakes, please.”

Caitlyn hurriedly walked over to you, plopping down onto the empty seat in front of you, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’m so sorry. There was an incident at the plaza, and the paperwork that came with it-“

“Cait, it’s fine.” you laughed, “you’re only ten minutes late. That’s nothing.”

She reached her hands out to grab your own hands resting on the table in front of you. Her hands felt warm against yours, her body still flushed from apparently running towards the café. She held your hands gently, slowly stroking them with her thumbs.

“That’s ten minutes less spent with you. To me, that’s a lot.”

It was hard to hide the blush appearing on your cheeks. “I’m glad you think so.”

The waiter soon returned with your order. Caitlyn seemed hungry, the cupcake you had ordered for her was gone withing two minutes. Some days she didn’t have time to eat during her shift. You couldn’t help but worry about her sometimes.

Even though your time together at the café was short, you thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. After only thirty minutes, Caitlyn’s break was over again and she had to go back to the station. Outside of the café, before you went your separate ways again for the day, Caitlyn reached out to hold your hands again.

“Look, I’m.. sorry we don’t do this more often. I really am.” she said, looking down.

“Cait, it’s ok. I know your job means a lot to you.”

“You mean a lot to me too now.” she looked up at you. “I’m going to talk to some of my superiors. See if I can figure something out so I can spend more time with you.”

“That’s.. really nice of you. But please don’t feel like you have to.”

“I don’t.” she said softly, reaching a hand up to cup around your cheek. “It’s because I want to. I really want to.”

Jinx: made for you

“Jinx?”

The sound of your voice echoed off the walls, but Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m here, are you ready to leave, or..?”

Again, no answer but your own echo. You knew she was around here somewhere, you just didn’t know where. Earlier that week you had made plans to go out and it wasn’t like Jinx to flake last-minute. She always loved going places with you, even if it was just something simple like getting lunch.

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, you saw her poke her head around a corner. She had a huge smile on her face and looked very happy to see you. The headphones covering her ears were probably the reason she didn’t hear you the first time.

“Just a minute! I’ll be right there!” she yelled at you excitedly. “And DON’T come over here! It’s a secret!”

“What’s a secret?” you yelled back, trying to get a peek from where you were standing. No response.

“Fine. Keep your secrets.” You turned around to face the door, your arms crossed in a mild protest. A few moments later, Jinx surprised you by attacking you with a hug from behind and pressing a big kiss onto your cheek.

“I’m working on something new.” she grinned. “It’s gonna be fun. It’s not even an explosive this time. Ideally, it shouldn’t explode at all. Anyway..”

She released you from the hug and grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you around so you were facing her now.

“This is very important. You’re gonna help me build it.”

“I am?” you said, a look of confusion on your face.

“Yes. All you have to do.. is tell me something that you like.” she said, sounding dead serious.

Something you like? How would that help you with what she was making? And whatever the hell was she making anyway?

“I don’t get it.” you laughed sheepishly.

“It’s very simple. To help me, just tell me something you like.” she said, intently looking you in the eyes.

“You?”

You giggled as you watched her face turn beet red. Clearly, that wasn’t the answer she had been expecting. But it wasn’t a wrong answer, because you really did like her a lot. And she knew it. You just didn’t say it out loud like this all that often.

“That’s not what I meant!” she stammered, “I mean, I like you a lot too, but that’s not what this is about! Okay, it kinda is, but not like that! Just tell me something else you like, like cookies or rainbows or something.”

“Uh.. poros? I like poros, they’re so cute and fluffy.”

“Yes. Good. I can work with that. Sheesh.” she sighed, but she followed it up with a laugh. “Alright, sorry, that was weird. Let’s go.” she said as she gestured towards the door.

You followed her out the door, ready to leave and have some fun outside. Holding hands as you walked, you tried to figure out whatever the little project was that she was working on. And why she needed to know a thing you liked. It was hard to connect the two, but whatever it was, you were sure she would show you in time.

“So why ask for something I like?” you decided to ask as your final question on the matter.

“Ok, so it’s gonna be something I myself like. Obviously” she explained. “Now it’ll also be something you like. Yes? And finally, it’ll be a gift for someone I like.”

She blushed a little again, but she was still smiling. “Full circle, get it?”

“I get it, yeah. Can’t wait to see it.” you smiled back at her.

“Tough luck. You’re gonna have to!” she laughed.

Cassandra: mirror, mirror

“It’s only a neighborhood gathering, right? You could wear a sundress. The weather is lovely today.” you suggested to Cassandra, who was taking her sweet time picking out an outfit for the afternoon.

“I’ve told you before, it’s not that simple. Please, don’t rush me.” she replied, sounding slightly annoyed at you. You could also detect a hint of frustration in her voice.

You sighed. “I’m trying not to. But it’s starting in twenty minutes. You need to choose something.”

Silence, followed by the sound of a dress being tossed away. You were used to Cassandra’s dressing up routine by now. It usually took a while, but you knew why. Due to her status, she always desired to look immaculate. Waiting for her for an hour just to go out to get coffee was frustrating, but you tried to be understanding and put up with it for her sake. Despite the annoyingly long times you had to wait for her, you did love her a lot, after all.

The dress she had tossed onto the floor was peeking out from behind the dressing screen. Worried it would get dirty, you picked it up off the floor.

“Why not this one?” you asked, absentmindedly studying the soft fabric. It was a simple, yet beautiful white dress with small yellow and golden flowers on it.

“A sundress is very casual. Too casual for this occasion. You show up in a dress like that and people will assume you think you’re just there to have fun.”

“We’re not there to have fun?” you asked, a little confused. “Is it not a neighborhood gathering?”

“This is Piltover. Everything is business.” she huffed, trying on another dress. “But show up in something too formal, and people will think you’re merely there to get something out of them.”

“So it’s not business?”

“It’s not business. And yet it is. It is both. And neither.”

High society Piltover politics. You never quite got to understand it during your time spent with Cassandra. To you, it all seemed like made-up rules by made-up hierarchies and titles.

“Can I please get your opinion on this one. I’m.. out of options.” you heard her quietly say behind the dressing screen.

When you walked behind the screen, you saw she was wearing a knee-length blue dress with a high neck and a tight waist. A formal dress. Way too formal for a neighborhood gathering.

“It’s lovely. But I don’t think-”

“It’s too formal.” she cut you off, sounding even more frustrated now, staring at herself in the mirror.

“Hey. Please. You worry too much.” you said softly, carefully reaching out to give her a hug from behind. She felt tense, so tense as you wrapped your arms around her waist. For a moment, she held her breath as you touched her, but soon she released that tension with a long, deep sigh. She placed her arms over yours, holding you as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“The sundress, the one with the flowers. Combine it with the big yellow sunhat, a small belt around your waist and those heels you got last week. You’ll look lovely. It’ll be fine.” you said quietly.

“I think.. I think that would work, yes.” she exhaled, sounding relieved.

She squeezed your arm with one of her hands. “Thank you, love. Whatever would I do without you.”

Grayson: pick one

“Grayson?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Would you prefer it if I brought you a gift or if we spent some time together just talking?”

You tapped your pen on the magazine you were holding in front of you, closely studying its pages.

Grayson looked up from the book she was reading, sitting beside you on the couch, your legs draped over hers as you leaned back against the side.

“Why? Is it a special occasion?” she looked at the calendar on the wall across the room. “Oh, no. Did I forget something?”

“No, don’t worry. Just curious.” you assured.

“Oh. I see.” she sighed, relieved. “In that case, I suppose would prefer to just spend time with you.”

“Got it.” you mumbled, scribbling something down on the magazine in front of you. “And if you had to choose between receiving a gift from me or receiving a hug, what would you choose?”

“Ah.. uhm. A gift?” she replied, sounding confused. “I would rather have both, though.”

“But what I mean is if you can only pick one. What about- “

“Alright, what are you doing?” she said, trying to look at the magazine you were holding in your hands, but you quickly yanked it away.

“No peeking!”

“I’m not cooperating until you tell me what you’re doing.”

On the pages in front of you was a quiz. You had noticed it in a shop earlier that day and the quiz was something that got you curious. A list of twenty ‘this or that’ questions, a scoreboard for every question. The title “what is your partners love language?” pasted in big letters at the top. At this point in your relationship with Grayson, you hadn’t been able to figure out her love language yet. One day you swore she was all about physical touch, while on other days she would offer to help you with just about anything.

“It’s a quiz. I’m trying to figure out your love language.”

Grayson looked confused. She had clearly never heard of this concept before.

“English?”

“No. I mean, yes, in a way. There’s five of them. Acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch. I’m trying to see which one fits you.”

Grayson laughed, amused and a little endeared by your silly little quiz.

“That’s ridiculous.” she shook her head. “Why pick just one?”

“Because that’s how the test works!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. “This is a real thing! I’m just really curious!”

“Alright.” Grayson chuckled. “I know something. I’ll show you.”

“What?”

She silently walked to the kitchen, taking a few dirty dishes from the table with her, gesturing for you to stay put. When she got back, one of her hands was behind her back.

“My love. My dearest.” she said, adding a little extra dramatic flair to her voice, “Because I love you so much, I brought the dishes to the kitchen so you wouldn’t have to. And if I might add, you’re looking lovely today.”

“Okay.. thank you?” you said, a little apprehensive.

Grayson reached out to hold your hand, reaching it up to her mouth to kiss it gracefully. Unusual as this was for her, those soft lips felt really nice against your fingers.

“And I bought these for you today.” she added, producing a pack of cookies from behind her back and placing them in your hand.

“Oh, I love these!” you said, excitedly opening the pack right away.

“I’m not done yet.” she added, “And I cannot wait to spend some quality time with you this evening. There, I believe that makes five.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t just do all of them.” you grumbled. “That’s not how it works.”

“And yet I did.” she said triumphantly, sitting down beside you on the couch again.

“You can’t make me choose. I will be loving you in every language I know.”

Notes: damn I really outed myself as a domestic fluff enjoyer didn’t I

Ok, this was really fun to write. It also took ages to make so I hope everyone else enjoyed reading it as well ❤💕

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I have so many things I want to write, but so little time and energy. Don't get me wrong, I love my new job and I love filling my free time with activities and quality time with friends, but the pile of ideas in my brain is never ending but I can't translate it to actual text fast enough. Just to give you an idea, these are all the things I have ideas for and want to write at some point, no matter what:

Experimental project I've already been working on but is only about 10% finished at this point

Continuation of that one 3-part Sevika x reader fic (only 1 chapter so far..)

3-ish more chapters of Guarded (15 chapter Sevika x fem reader fic) to wrap up the story so far

A Caitlyn x reader fic of a similar or shorter length as Guarded (REALLY want to do this one)

More requests, at some point. Cuz they're fun

When season 2 of Arcane comes out: Guarded 2 - electric boogaloo

Many thoughts head full of gay but not enough time to write about it

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Just read a really cool Sevika fic and it’s all i’ve ever been thinkin about lately!! A masterpiece by @cassifiction

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Btw… Happy daily Pride doodle .01 And don’t forget to love each other!

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Another Arcane request, Vi this time. :)

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They did it againnnn! I'm so happyy i can't!!!!😭😩❤️ They're so beautiful and SUPER CANON😭🥺

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I hope you get well soon!!

Hey all!! Temp hiatus, got into an accident and got some injuries. Here's some of my favorite writing blogs to get you by: I'll be back, i won't disappear like the other original Sevika writers did. My mains connected.

@sevikasmainwhore

@sevikasleftpussyflap

@nora-xox

@guepedaddy

@cassifiction

@sevikasupremacy

@wolfishwriting

@blackwidow-bby

@cyan-skulls-writing

@angelltheninth

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Currently banging my head on my keyboard trying to figure out how posting this to tumblr would even work. But I'm working on it. Probably gonna simplify it for my own sanity.

Thanks @underground-hellhound and @yellowbird-flying for the suggestions, I'm adding Grayson and Cassandra to the list (us having a similar name isn't uncomfortable to me, just amusing lol). No Ambessa though, sorry folks. I just don't think I could write her well.

I have an idea I may or may not get around to working on.. but I do really wanna give it a try. Without spoiling it too much, it's gonna involve several Arcane characters x reader like in my latest headcanon posts, but a little bit different. So far I've written for Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx and Sevika but if people want to see me write other characters, I could give it a shot. So let me know, besides the ones I already write for, what Arcane characters would you like to see featured in this WIP? I prefer to write about the Arcane women, but I'll throw in one or two of the guys too if there's interest.

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Yessss Piltover's Finest!! I've been waiting for 8 years for this and finally!! I'm so happy😭🥺❤️

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Do you have any soft sevika hc’s? I’m really missing her rn. I want her to wrap me up with her cloak in her big strong arms and tell me everything’s gonna be ok.

Same, anon, same. Sev's a big softie

If you two are at the poker table you may get a little jealous when she converses with other people and not you. She'll notice when you get quiet and will kiss your neck every now and then to show she's still thinking of you. Maybe she'll give you a hickey and then angle her head so her neck's on display for you. "Give me one, baby."

The big scary lady has allergies. Y'all go to Piltover for something and she's exposed to all this plant life you can't find in The Undercity.

Her voice will get stuffy and she'll be sneezing in between threatening people. Her sneezes are fucking violent, too.

It's the fifth time she's sneezed in a minute. You drop the feigned obliviousness and sigh, turning to her with an odd look. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "This place is fucking toxic." Her garbled words are followed by sniffles. You look around at the clear air, infrastructure that isn't covered in rust or human waste, and the beautiful plants that would never have a chance in the Undercity. "This place... is toxic." The disbelieving statement is repeated slowly with a dramatic gesture. You're pierced with a glare that isn't as threatening when her eyes are teary and her nose is red. "Do you think they did something to the air? Is it poison?" She starts throwing accusations around of them trying to sabotage the meeting. "I'm fine?"

(WIP) Sevika has a crush on the local healer (you). When she visits and finds you overwhelmed one day, she'll offer her services. You try to refuse but she insists (won't take no for an answer). So you cave and set her up a little area in the backroom where she can help the patients with the less severe injuries

Nurse Sevika has the worst bedside manner. A patient will come in with something broken and she won't say a word to them before snapping it back into place. "Next."

If they don't have payment, she is retracting her services.

After hearing the complaints, you go to scold Sevika. "Someone didn't have money so you rebroke his finger? Two of them?" "The second was for wasting my time."

She thinks you're too soft and will not let anyone take advantage of you

Someone's trying to rip you off at the market? Her glare will make them half their amount

Sevika's a flirt. She'll lean against the wall/ a doorway and just watch you do a menial task.

Arms wrapped around your middle, halting the scrubbing of a whiskey glass. A smile creeps across your face as she lightly sways with you. "There's a sight I like to see after work."

You're cold? You'll soon be swaddled in her cloak, warmed by the hands running up and down your sides to get some heat back in them.

Someone made you cry? They're already dead before they could. She's sneaky too, if you don't want to tell her who it was, she's not above tricking you to get the information she wants. She's good at interrogating people (it's almost like it's her job wow)

A thumb is rubbing soft circles into your thigh. She's unusually soft with you, trying to coax a name from your lips. Sevika no longer puts up with you trying to hide your teary face from her and a palm is glued to your cheek, having you look into those piercing eyes. "Name." "Sev, no." "Name." You only response are sniffles and she sighs, seemingly dropping it for now. "Okay. Do I need to pick up any work for you?" "Probably, I still had a bunch of paperwork left to do-shit." "Okay so you were at work. A coworker then? Was it Mark?"

The day before your birthday she's going straight to Silco, informing him about how she won't be available for any jobs.

There's no point in arguing once he realizes it's for you. He has to hit her with "Understandable, have a nice day."

Speaking of Silco, he treats you with the utmost respect because he's honestly a little scared of Sevika

It's a hot day in Zaun and the AC breaks. Both of you sleep in underwear and nothing else.

You tried to wear one of her shirts but she pulls it off you. "Nope. Uh-uh. Too hot for that shit."

After it's off, she'll pick you up and put you on top of her because that's how she's used to sleeping. When she realizes it's too hot she'll sigh and roll you off of her. She'll be irritated because she's not used to sleeping without you cuddled up to her.

She'll probably go fix the damn AC herself. (Edit: Sweaty Sevika with sleep tousled hair, in boxers and a sports bra working on the AC unit. Her muscles flexing whenever she uses tools. You sitting there completely useless, watching her work)

She’s the designated bug killer. If you’re afraid of them but don’t want to harm them, you’ll tell her to put them outside from your place on the couch, feet lifted off the ground and not letting the creature out of your sight. She’ll oblige, of course, and grumble about it. But if you’re not looking/haven’t noticed it yet, she’ll kill it to avoid the trip. When you notice and are sad about it being dead, she’ll make up some bullshit about “it was probably already dying” and “it came in here because it knows it’s a safe place to be put to rest”

When Sevika hears your stomach growl, food is immediately put in front of you. You eat half and go to wrap yours up, she’ll unwrap it and put it right back in front of you if she decides you need more.

Sevika will occasionally stop by the florist and get you flowers when coming home from work. Definitely expect some if you had an argument. She wouldn't know how to apologize and the brothel workers will tell her flowers work like a charm, so that's her go to.

Sevika's love language are acts of service. She's always working for someone, so she does enjoy it when you serve her. But occasionally she'll fill your drink, wipe off your seat before you sit, hold open doors, grab your hand when you're walking the last few steps down the stairs

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Me on Sevika’ slap 🤭💓