Biker!Vi x Masc/Butch-Biker!Reader - Vi works on a bike in a sunlit garage while you admire her and tease her.
Biker!Vi x Masc/Butch-Biker!Reader (Part 2) - A brief continuation of the garage scene, ending as both gear up to ride.
Biker!Vi x Masc/Butch-Biker!Reader - A competitive banter between biker friends that turns serious after a near accident.
🏒 Sports & Competition..........
Hockey!Vi x Masc/Butch-Hockey!Reader - Vi and you are intense rivals on the same hockey team, constantly trying to one-up each other.
🛡️ Fantasy & Period Archetypes..........
Knight!Vi x Masc/Butch-King!Reader (Golden Brown - Part 1) - A newly crowned, king notices a blunt knight in the court. Intrigued by her honesty and protective stance, the king defies convention by appointing Vi to the royal guard.
Knight!Vi x Masc/Butch-King!Reader (Golden Brown - Part 2) - The king privately tests the new royal guard, Vi, in an intense dawn sword-fight, seeking to confirm their honesty and strength.
Soldier!Vi x Nurse!Reader - A tense, emotional scene between a wounded soldier and the nurse who cares for her.
Pirate!Vi x Masc/Butch-Pirate!Reader - A pirate captain and their flirtatious quartermaster, Vi, aboard their ship. The captain trying to maintain composure while being clearly affected by Vi's boldness.
Android!Vi x Cyberneticist!Reader - You are a scientist working on an advanced android, Vi.
🏠 Softness & Domestic Fluff..........
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (In the Warmth of You) - A quiet scene where you watch over Vi sleeping, savoring a rare moment of peace with the usually restless Vi.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader - Vi seeks physical comfort while you are trying to work, leading to a tender moment.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (Christmas) - Vi and you navigating a overwhelming Christmas family dinner. Vi quietly supports you amidst the chaos before sneaking away for a private moment in her room.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (Those Eyes) - You are completely captivated by the depth and beauty of Vi's eyes while she's talking.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (Staying) - A cozy Sunday where Vi and you enjoy a quiet day together. The gentle, spontaneous moment culminates in Vi playfully asking you to stay, hinting at a deepening, committed future.
Vi x Reader (Fluff and Softness) - A quiet and tender morning between Vi and you as you wake up together.
Vi x Reader (Your Girl) - A café moment where Vi and you casually confirm your relationship to Powder after a rain.
Vi x Reader (Your Armor) - Comfort after a difficult day.
Vi x Reader (Crimes Against Short People) - An affectionate argument about height. It's a slice-of-life moment full of your established, loving banter.
Vi x Reader (Awakening Baby Gays) - In a bookstore, you notice a teenage girl crushing on Vi, leading to playful, affectionate banter and a reaffirmation of your own relationship.
Vi x Reader (Memories In Tattoos) - In the quiet morning light, you tenderly traces Vi's tattoos, seeing in them a beautiful testament to her strength and survival.
💞 Intimacy & Firsts..........
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (A Walking Menace) - A story of immediate, electrifying attraction as you, brooding in a booth, and Vi, all fire and confidence, engage in charged banter, leaving both feeling irresistibly drawn to each other.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (Just Friends) - Vi watches you draw and expresses a longing to touch them, revealing deep but unspoken feelings.
Vi x Reader (Just One Chance) - Vi drops her usual charm, confesses her genuine feelings and fear of messing things up, and finally earns a single, guarded chance to prove she has changed.
🔞 NSFW / Suggestive..........
Vi x Reader (Sexting) [18+] - You try to get a rise out of Vi, only to find yourself thoroughly outmatched.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader [18+] - A quiet, intimate evening at home that lead to a steamy night.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader [18+] - A charged encounter at a party.
Vi x Masc/Butch-Hypersexuality!Reader [18+] - Exploring your relationship where you deal with hypersexuality.
Bartender!Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (Staff Only) [18+] - A moment of charged, unspoken challenge with the pink-haired bartender leads to a rough, passionate encounter.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (One You Is Enough) [18+] - In a bold morning confession, Vi tells you about her intense wet dream involving two versions of you.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (With a Taste of Blood) - What starts as a half-playful fight quickly becomes a charged unspoken intimate connection.
Vi x Masc/Butch!Reader (The Best Way to Make You Shut Up) - A distraction that never fails to stop Vi in her tracks.
Vi x Reader (Suggestive) - A suggestive office scenario.
Vi is deeply in love with you but struggles to regulate her feelings due to the self-assuming fear that you won’t want to be with her given she’s terminally ill. However, it’s like the universe is pushing you two to be together.
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✿◌ ۪ author;; i’m not a a doctor and i dropped bio in 9th but I’m trying my best here also what the fuck i am in love with arden . . . also i cried a lot when writing his bc vi (im gonna go cry some more now)
✿◌ ۪ word count;; 3.6k words
✿◌ ۪ warnings;; college au, terminally ill vi is a hockey player, vi is sweet and nerdy, vi has hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM), smut with plot, fingering (r!receiving), praise kink, kisses, hickeys, fainting spells, angst, lying, vi dies at the end, bittersweet ending
The fluorescent lights of the hallway made the athlete’s head ache as she stumbled into the college campus. She wore a hoodie that felt a little too big on her body and cold sweat was drying on her forehead as she walked. She was terrified of anyone finding out. Having hypertrophic cardiomyopathy meant getting kicked out the moment the team found out.
“Where have you been and why do you look so tired?” One of her teammates— Arden— asked, clapping a hand on Vi’s back.
Vi jerked— turned around with her blue eyes wide.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Vi said, offering a half-assed smile.
She quietly adjusted her back strap as she opened her locker.
“You’ve been awful quiet these past few days. I’m just worried.”
“I know, sorry,” Vi hovered next to the locker, “things have been busy.”
“Oh?” Arden raised a pierced brow.
“Mhm…” Vi let out a deep breath, turning back to her locker.
“Hey, I heard your crush’s coming to our next game,” Arden crossed her arms and leaned against a closed locker with her shoulder.
Vi swore she could feel her heartbeat rise instantly, she gripped the edge of the door of her locker. “She is?”
“Yeah, overheard her tellin’ her friends.” Arden smirked, “you better do good.”
“I’ll do m’best,” Vi said with a roll of her eyes that didn’t hold any heat behind it.
“Do better than your best,” Arden said with a teasing grin, “maybe she’ll even lay with you.”
“Hey!” Vi’s ears glowed red.
Arden just laughed before walking off, giving one last playful clap to Vi’s shoulder.
The woman exhaled deeply as she faced her open locker. So you were finally going to come to one of her matches. That also when she was struggling so much with her fresh diagnosis.
“Just my luck,” she groaned into her hand and rubbed it down.
“Hey, Violet,” a soft voice called.
She turned and froze entirely— it was you.
“Hi,” she said but the words felt like they got caught in her throat.
“I’m really looking forward to the game,” you smiled— radiant.
Vi’s brain just exploded inside her head with a pop. She couldn’t even think straight. All she mustered was a big grin as she nodded.
“Thank you…”
“Of course,” you giggled faintly before waving at her, “I gotta run. Class is in a bit.”
“See ya’ ‘round…” Vi said almost drunkenly.
Vi stood there long after you disappeared down the hallway. She realized she was smiling like an idiot only when her cheeks started to ache. The kind of smile that made her feel thirteen again. The kind that scared the hell out of her.
“Get it together,” she muttered to herself, finally forcing her body to move.
Practice was hell. Not the usual kind either. Not the satisfying burn in her legs or the sharp focus that came with skating hard. This was different.
Her chest felt tight before she even hit the ice.
Her heart thudded too fast, too loud, like it was trying to claw its way out of her ribcage. She ignored it.
“Vi, you’re late,” Coach barked from the bench.
“Sorry,” she called back, breath already uneven as she tugged her helmet on.
The drills started slow, but hockey never stays slow for long. By the third sprint, her vision blurred at the edges. She bent over, hands on her knees, pretending to retie her skates just so no one would see the way her chest heaved.
“You good?” Arden skated by, voice lowered.
“Yeah,” Vi lied again. “Just didn’t sleep.”
Arden studied her for a second longer than Vi liked, but eventually nodded and pushed off.
The scrimmage pushed her past her limit.
She could feel it— that warning buzz in her bones. Her heart tripped over itself when she took sharp turns. A dull ache bloomed behind her sternum, spreading like a bruise she couldn’t touch.
Then— it happened.
She caught the puck, cut left, and everything tilted. The rink lights smeared together.
Sound dipped, came back wrong.
She barely registered the impact when she collided with the boards, her shoulder taking most of it as she slid down to the ice.
“Whistle!” someone yelled.
“Vi!”
She didn’t pass out. That almost made it worse.
She sat there, breathing hard, ice cold seeping through her gear while her heart raced like it was panicking. Coach was in front of her within seconds.
“You’re done,” he said, firm— not angry— just concerned.
“I can keep goin’,” Vi tried, pushing herself up.
Her legs wobbled.
Coach’s jaw tightened. “Bench. Now.”
“Gimme a bit with ‘er,” Arden said, grabbing Vi’s wrist.
She pulled her away, glancing back at the rest of the players who stood there exchanging confused looks. When they finally were far away to be out of their hearing range, Arden pointed to the bench.
“Sit.”
“Arden—”
“I said sit.”
Vi obeyed solely because her body was already giving away. She sat down, breathing heavily.
“What’s going on? You’ve been acting really weird, y’know. First it’s the sudden disappearance. Then y’don’t pick up when I call ya’.” Arden leaned forward till her voice was whispered but audible, “Violet. I’m just worried.”
Vi didn’t meet her eyes immediately after. But when she did she had her excuse ready— “m’sorry. Haven’t had breakfast this morning. S’makin’ my head spin.”
Arden stared a bit too hard for Vi’s comfort before pursing her thin lips into a line, “well, then… y’better get your arse up and go eat somethin’.”
“‘kay… mind explaining to the team?” Vi asked, pretending to be embarrassed.
Arden nodded, then smiled softly, “aight— don’t sweat it.”
But Vi did sweat it because of how afraid she was of getting kicked out of the team for her condition. It was a legal obligation to disqualify any athlete with a severe illness like hers.
That would mean she wouldn’t get to play in front of you and Vi didn’t want that at all.
When it came to social chains in college, being an athlete easily pushed you to pretty girls like you. So, Vi would take all the chances she could.
The match wasn’t loud. It was intense. Most people were hunched over, counting scores and watching the game. Vi caught sight of you through her peripheral vision. She bit her bottom lip hard.
She needed to do well.
She needed to show you just how good she could be on the ice.
You were sitting right there at the centre, hands clasped together as you watched things unfolding in front of your very eyes.
Vi ignored the way her heart thrummed. She ignored how her stomach lurched.
“Focus, Violet. Focus.” She told herself, nostrils flaring as her eyebrows furrowed tightly.
Her skates dug into the ice with every stride, blades cutting sharply, each push demanding more from a heart that already threatened to outrun itself. The puck slid across the rink, a small black dot in a sea of white, and she followed it like a predator, eyes narrowed.
Her lungs screamed for air, her chest pressed tight like a cage around her ribs. Vi swore she could feel each beat, pounding and stuttering, and still— she couldn’t afford to falter.
Not now. Not with you there.
She dodged a defender, pivoting sharply, stick ready, legs burning, sweat streaking down her face. The warning buzz in her bones whispered— slow down, slow down— but she shoved it aside.
She had to do this. She had to prove herself.
A pass came her way, and she intercepted it with a practiced flick, heart hammering, vision narrowing to the puck and the goal. She shot, the puck slamming against the post.
Almost. Almost perfect.
Applause was so loud when Vi skated right past the goalie and flicked the puck into the net. Her eyes widened.
People screamed, cheered. Her heart was so loud she swore she was sure her teammates could hear her heart racing.
She felt arms— Arden and the others hugging her tight.
Vi grinned to herself— faint, tired— but proud. She saw me do that— she thought. She looked up, she saw you beaming at her.
Fuck.
She could just melt right there. She was gone. She’d never recover.
The after-match energy made Vi’s legs feel like jelly. Her team had asked her to celebrate with them but she had refused it and claimed that she was too tired to do so. But she knew the only reason she’d denied the idea of partying was because she knew her heart probably wouldn’t be able to take it.
Her hands were stuffed inside the pockets of her hoodie as she cleared her lockers and left the campus towards the dorm rooms.
That’s when she heard your voice.
“Look, I just want you to leave me and my friend alone.” You insisted, voice not raised but calm.
“Maybe tell your pesky little bitch of a friend to stay away from my boyfriend.” Lila crossed her arms.
“Well, tell your boyfriend to stay away from her. He’s the one who catcalls girls on the streets— not the other way around.”
“How dare you!”
Vi stepped in instantly the moment she saw Lila clenching her stupid little fists.
“Hey, is everything alright?”
Lila glanced at Vi, “o-oh! Hi, Violet!” Her voice sweetened, softened— until it was so sugary it made you gag, “you must be so tired after your match.”
“Tell me what’s going on here.” Vi said, taking her position to stand beside you.
You looked up, blinking in surprise.
“Well— her friend here has been harassing my boyfriend,” Lila said, throwing glares sharper than a thousand daggers combined.
You rolled your eyes, “oh, please, don’t act like your 6′2 boyfriend is scared of a 5′3 woman who has only ever just fallen for his nonsensical charms!”
“You’ve done it!” Lila threw herself on you both. Vi’s eyes widened— instinct took over and she shielded your body.
Lila’s face smashed into her chest cavity. Vi winced but didn’t let it show.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She hissed at Lila, “can’t you talk like a civil person?”
“W-why?—” Lila gawked— utterly surprised at the sight of Vi protecting you, “y-you don’t know the vile things her friend has done to m-me!” She stammered, eyes watering with tears of pure drama.
Vi stared, “What’s vile is how you were ready to lunge onto someone who clearly just wanted a man to stop harassing her friend.” Vi quietly grabbed your hand, “let’s go before this psycho gets any more ideas…”
You didn’t say anything and just followed her lead. As you both walked, you had the urge to look back and steal a glance at Lila’s face.
That’s when Vi said, “don’t look. It’ll only fuel her shit more.”
“You believe me?” You asked.
“Yeah, of course, I do.” Vi answered, softer now, “you always try to stick your neck out for others.”
You blushed before you could help yourself. “That’s… kind of you to say.”
“It’s the truth,” Vi said, going quiet for a bit before she continued, “you shouldn’t do that leisurely though… people can be really bitchy.”
“Yeah, like Ms. Right over there.” you said referring to Lila.
You both laughed.
“Seriously, thank you,” you smiled at Vi, “you saved my face back there. I really owe you one.”
Vi looked at you once you both reached your dorm. “In that case… would you fancy a date with me?”
The air went so still she swore she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it by now.
You leaned closer. “Bit bold,” you smirked, “but I like bold. How about 6 pm?”
“Perfect.” Vi said, almost breathlessly.
Vi found herself glancing at her phone more often than usual, a little thrill running through her every time she saw a message from you. The texts started small—good morning, did you survive class today?—and each one made her grin like a fool, her heart pacing faster than it probably should.
You started meeting her between classes, wandering around campus together with no real destination. Sometimes it was the library, sometimes a tiny café tucked behind the quad. Vi learned that your laugh was loud, melodic, and made her chest tighten in a way that wasn’t painful, just… electric.
“Stop staring at me like that,” you said one day as she trailed behind you, hood up, hands shoved into her pockets.
“Can’t help it,” she admitted, shrugging, voice soft. “You’re… distracting.”
“You think I’m distracting? I could say the same about you, hockey star,” you teased, smirking.
Her heart skipped a bit. “I’m not a star.” She said quietly. “I almost fainted last time.”
“Oh, no.” Your expression melted into pure concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry— it’s normal.”
“That’s not normal, Vi… you should get it checked out.”
Vi’s heart ached at that.
She smiled. “I will.”
Things took a pleasant turn.
Soft kisses were answered with dark hickeys. They decorated your pretty skin till you both were sure everyone would notice. The thought made you giddy.
Eventually that day came when you both couldn’t stop kissing each other and ended up in your dorm room. Vi propped herself up above you with one elbow as her other hand toyed with the lace of your panties.
She gently pried them down, and mock-gasped when her fingers touched the wetness of your pussy.
“Oh, is this all for me, baby?” Vi grinned.
Your blush deepened and you nodded shyly. “Yes, it is…”
Two of her fingers rubbed your pussy lips as she leaned down to kiss your already swollen lips. You kissed her back, wrapping your arms around her neck and bringing her closer. Vi groaned into the kiss— she pushed in two fingers and your walls clamped around her digits instantly, welcoming her inside.
Her expression was so smug as your velvety walls hugged around her intruding digits which eventually started pumping in and out at a steady pace that made your body tremble from overwhelming pleasure.
Your toes curled, eyes rolling back.
Vi leaned down, peppering kisses down your jaw. “That’s it, my sweet girl.”
Your hole clenched tighter around her, head tilting back as you squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure. Vi could feel the way her heart was starting to race again but she bit her tongue and forced her body to endure it.
She couldn’t break. She couldn’t break in front of you.
Nobody wanted to be with a terminally ill piece of shit— Vi told herself.
Her thumb slowly rubbed over your clit, but you could see the way her eyes were starting to glaze over.
“Vi?” Your eyes opened, concerned, “V-Vi, stop, are you okay?”
Vi opened her mouth to answer but just then, darkness ate away at the corners of her vision. She couldn’t anymore.
She didn’t know what happened but she felt the side of her body collide with the softness of the bed. And your voice. Your muffled, panicked voice.
“Vi! Vi, wake up! What’s wrong!?”
And darkness.
Vi didn’t regain consciousness immediately. It took about a few seconds before her eyes fluttered open.
“Huh…”
“Vi!” You threw your arms around her, clutching her tightly. “Fuck… I thought something terrible happened. I was gonna go call the nurse…”
“M’fine,” Vi wrapped one arm around your body, “just a little—”
“No, you’re not fine,” you said through tears.
Vi’s eyes softened at the sight of your tears. She’d never seen you cry like that before.
“It’s seriously okay. Look— I’ve got issues and I don’t wanna burden you with those.” She said quietly.
“Your issues are my issues, I don’t wanna just be kept in the dark,” you held her hand, “please… tell me.”
Vi looked at your tear-stricken face once, looked away and then sighed as if she was resigning to all her lies. As she stared into absolutely nothingness, she finally confessed the truth to you about her diagnosis— about how her heart betrayed her passion for hockey and living without health complications. Tears ran down Vi’s cheeks before she could stop herself.
“Oh, Violet. You could’ve really told me.”
“I know and I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lied.”
“It’s not about all the lying, Vi— I understand having a chronic illness has to be really hard on you when you know they’re not gonna let it slip past if you tell them.” You rubbed your thumb over her hand, “but you should’ve trusted me— at least.”
“I know,” Vi said weakly, blinking away tears.
The usual composed clench in her jaw trembled for the first time because she’d never felt so bare in front of someone she cared about. She was used to putting on a strong woman front.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you leaned closer till your head was resting on her chest, “will you promise to tell me every time it gets bad?”
Vi nodded, then blinked, “wait, you’re not— you’re staying?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t leave you over something like this.”
“No, you don’t understand— I don’t— I won’t live as long as you do.”
You didn’t react instantly, but when you did it wasn’t a negative reaction. You smiled solemnly, “then I’ll keep holding your hand till the very end.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Vi said, prying her hand away from yours but you held on tighter.
“I don’t have to but I want to,” you reasoned, “look, if I were ill, wouldn’t you stay?”
Vi nodded.
“So? What’s wrong with me wanting to be with you?”
“... Fuck,” she cussed under her breath and pulled you in a tight hug. “I don’t wanna die,” her voice cracked.
“I know, baby, I know…” you rubbed her back quietly, letting her cry it out, “I’m scared too. But we can fight this together. I promise I’ll be right here. I’m not going,” your arms tightened around Vi’s torso, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere…” you repeated, fresh tears burning the corners of your own eyes.
After a bit, you both were just holding each other loosely, arms wrapped around one another as your head rested on Vi’s chest.
“Y’know when I used to see you kept disappearing, I assumed you were cheating on me,” you laughed softly.
“Oh, my baby,” Vi kissed your forehead, “I was just going to those stupid hospital check-ups.”
“Don’t like the doctor?”
“Not a bit.”
“I’ll come with you,” you quipped, non-negotiable.
“You don’t have to—”
“But I want to.”
“Okay, okay,” Vi mumbled, but then smiled because she had never ever felt this kind of love before.
The kind that stayed.
Every hockey match was a fight for breath, a fight to keep her heartbeat steady. Every doctor visit got her the same warning. “Be careful, Violet.”
You were laying in bed with Vi who told you her heart was racing again.
“Vi, please. We should go to the hospital.”
“I’m fine, baby,” she said, one hand on her heart, “y’know, you have given me some of my best weeks these past few months.”
“Vi, don’t talk like you’re gonna die now.” You said, holding back tears.
“Hey, hey,” she raised her other hand to hold your cheek and wipe your tears away before it could fall using her thumb, “don’t cry…”
“I’m not,” you said stubbornly, “I just want you to be safe.”
“Oh, cupcake, it’s alright. Look— everything’s just pushing back the inevitable.”
“When did you get philosophical?”
You both laughed through tears. The moment was bittersweet. Something you’d been avoiding with everything left in you. Fighting just to see Vi alive when she herself was starting to let go because… well, there was only so much fight in a woman.
“Hey,” Vi mumbled.
You looked down at her head on your lap, “yeah?”
“I really am grateful for you,” she smiled.
“I am too,” you leaned down to kiss her forehead. Your lips grazed her forehead, then pressed a kiss to it.
“Oh, aren’t you so sweet…”
“Shut up…”
“I used to always admire you from across the campus. And I thought I’d never get to be with you because I also always told myself— she’ll never be with a stupid nerdy athlete.”
“Vi…”
“But I’m really glad I took the chance after that bitch Lila tries to fucking attack you,” she broke into a soft laughter, “can you imagine? The timing of everything?”
“It’s like the universe wanted us to be together…” you mumbled.
“Yeah,” Vi smiled at the ceiling. “Exactly that…”
“Vi..?”
“Mhm, cupcake?”
“Would you have married me if you had the chance to?”
“If I live that long, yeah,” Vi grinned to herself, “you’d look great in white…”
You giggled faintly, “why thank you, baby.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you marry me?”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Vi—!... Of course, oh— Vi?”
You looked down. There was a faint curl at her lips. She looked right at the ceiling but she wasn’t really looking at it.
Her eyes were glassy.
“Vi…”
You leaned closer.
She was not breathing.
Your reaction wasn’t to sob and break down. You quietly took her hand, holding it between both of yours.
“Yeah,” you looked down at her blank face, “I hope you know my answer would always be yes. I love you, Violet.”
Still holding out hope for that Caitvi spinoff show there's been rumors of Riot Games and Fortiche if you can hear me please for the love of GOD make it it's officially been over a year without my moms and I miss them so fucking much it's not funny
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summary: on a slow day at your grandmother’s bakery, a customer captures your attention. as the weeks pass, you see her pop up more and more. a gentle friendship ignites between the two of you. the only issue was the undeniable attraction to her and it didn’t help now having to do her a kind favor. it would go away…. right?
pairing: fem!reader x vi arcane
contains: modern!au, kick-boxer!vi, reader is described to have long enough hair to tie up, reader has a sister named mila, we love gram, vander, isha and jinx mentions <3, nothing but fluff, strangers to friends to lovers:)
word count: 3.5K
a/n: i seriously had so much fun writing this and i am excited to dig into a mini-series with vi. i hope everyone enjoys this as much as i do </3
— ONE
Running your grandmother’s bakery wasn’t easy but it was a light in your life. She taught you tips and tricks of working the large industrial oven, every single one of her recipes, and wiping down the chalkboard to write the specials for the delicious treats.
She was charm personified; somehow able to convince pretty much every person that walked to the pastry shop to try at least one item. You were on the more quiet side, not insanely secluded but you weren’t extroverted. Nice people cracked you open and next thing you knew it, you were shoving a donut into their palms to take home.
It was a bad habit.
It was a slow Thursday in November. You were sweeping the small area of seating, softly asking one of the usual college students that came if they needed anything else. You were just a few streets down from the community college so many people your age would come in for coffee and furiously type on their laptops.
Once you were told they were good for now, you excuse yourself back to behind the counter to adjust the display desserts. You were bent over when you heard the bell over the door echo within the space, shouting ‘welcome in’.
“If you have any questions, just let me know. We have a daily special which is on the blackboard,” you stood back up with a slight grunt from the rush, brushing a few flyaways to kindly smile at the new customer. “Today we have buy one, get one donut free.”
Your eyes slightly widen at the… attractiveness of the customer. You adjust the neckline of your soft brown cable knit sweater to tug out your necklaces, plastering on a friendly smile.
“I actually came in because I was curious about the sign,” she trails off, tilting her head as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Do you actually just let people smell the food?”
You let out a soft chuckle as you nod. Your grandfather, one of the only men who had ever tolerated, made the sign for your grandmother the second she mentioned it to him. Now, in all its carved glory ‘Free Smells!’ is hanging underneath the shop's main sign: Sweet Tooth Bakery + Cafe.
“Yeah, my grandma thought it’d be a funny sign to draw people in. Obviously, we don’t let them shove their nose into it or anything,” you shake your head, holding your hand out to the stranger. “Because that’s… unsanitary.”
The pink haired stranger nods with a soft chuckle, stepping back to check out the arrangement of treats in the display case. In that moment of silence, you, as discreetly as possible, check her out. She had on a navy blue cut off sleeve zip-up, a soft white tank top underneath and a pair of grey sweatpants hugging her lower half. Very simplistic outfit but she made it look good.
You think she just naturally looked good. If you stared for long enough, which you embarrassingly did so, you could see markings of ink on the side of her neck and following down the backs of her arms and the smallest etching on her cheek.
“Any suggestions on what to smell first?” She questions, curious eyes bouncing back up to you.
You hum to yourself as you, too, stagger your eyes from pastry to pastry to carefully choose which one you could have her smell.
“Are you a fan of blueberries?” You question with a beaming grin.
“Uh, sure, yeah. Blueberries are good.”
“Then you have to take a whiff of the blueberry danish. It’s one of my favorites.” You offer, pointing to the sweet treat.
The pink haired stranger leans forward, folding her bare arms across her chest. You, again, can’t help your stares as you try to figure out what was exactly dotted into her pale skin. She nods with a shrug, looking at you with a kind smile.
“I’ll give it a whiff, yeah,” she stepped forward so that the glass of the display case was the only obstacle between the two of you.
You can feel your face getting hot as you mutter a bright ‘okay’ to yourself. You bend over once again grab the metal tongs to pick out the danish to place on a ceramic plate. You place it on top of the display case, motioning for the stranger to give it a smell.
Still seeming a bit hesitant that you were playing a joke on her, she leans her face forward so that she is mere centimeters away from the pastry. She inhales a bit, letting out a long sigh as she leans back to look at you.
“Shit, that smells amazing,” she praises the sweet aroma, nodding in satisfaction. “I’ll take it.”
You blink at her before chuckling awkwardly.
“You don’t have to buy the ones you smell. I promise.” You reassure her as you attempt to put the danish back so that you can shove the cranberry-orange muffin in her face.
She’s quick to hold a palm out to stop you, shaking her head. A beautiful smile spreads on her lips, temporarily forgetting how eager you were to show her every single pastry on display.
“I want that one. I swear. Plus, my sister’s going to rush me out of here if I take too long.”
A part of you was disappointed that she was so quick to purchase the first, yet incredibly delicious, treat. You selfishly wanted her to stay for as long as possible. Your grandmother would be on your ass for being so distracted by an attractive customer.
She would give you a clap on the back for making a sale, though.
“Oh, okay. Did your sister want anything?” You offer, itching to find any way possible for her to stay just a bit longer.
The stranger hums to herself for a moment as she examines the rest of the delicious treats. You tilt your head as you grab a small brown paper bag to place the danish into, waiting patiently to see if she was going to pick another item.
To your delighted surprise, she nods as she points to a more simplistic pastry.
“I think this pink donut should be good,” she nods to show certainty.
You grasp onto the sweet treat to slide it into the bag with her danish, trying not to spill a lot of the sprinkles. You seal it closed with a custom sticker with the logo of the shop, typing up her total into the register. The stranger reaches into her sweatpants pocket to pull out her wallet.
“Your total is gonna be $7.89. Cash or card?” You question.
“Card.”
You watch her hand you a simple light blue credit card, grinning as you not-so-discreetly check out her full name on it. Her first name caught your attention. Violet. As you swipe her card, you clear your throat to work up the courage to give her a compliment.
“I love your name. It’s pretty,” you say as you hand her back the card.
The stranger, now known as Violet, smiles small at your words. Her long fingers take the card from you as she slides it back into her wallet.
“Thank you. My, uh, dad named me,” she grins at you.
“Well, he made a very good choice,” you hand her the bag as well, nodding as you try not to appear awkward. “Anything else I can get for you?”
Were you being weird?
“No, no, I’m good,” she chuckles as she crinkles the bag in her palms. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”
You nod as you hand her own copy of the receipt, holding onto the half second of the tip of her fingers brushing against yours. You watch her turn her back and leave the shop, eyes never leaving her sculpted back profile. You huff at your behavior once the bell from above the door snaps you out of your small trance, shoving your copy of the receipt into its designated spot.
“She’s cute,” you hear from behind you, causing you to jump and whip your head around.
You’re met with your grandma grinning evilly at you, a little bit of flour smudged on her cheek from her baking in the back.
“Gram,” you sigh as you shake your head, brushing away your loose hairs.
“I’m just saying, bug,” she walks up next to you to rub up and down your arm.
You blush at what she was insinuating. As much as you love your grandmother, she attempted to be your match maker like you were an introverted middle schooler. You were 22 for God's sake. You would make moves and flirt when you felt like it.
“Don’t you have something in the oven?” You raise your eyebrows at her, hoping she’d leave it alone.
“Hey. I could fire you, you know,” your grandma pointed a finger in your face accusingly but her tone was light and a cheeky grin was on her face.
You roll your eyes playfully as you softly bump your hip with hers.
Everyday since Violet came in, you perk at the sound of the bell hoping to see that head of pink hair waltzing in again. Two excruciatingly long weeks pass before you see Violet again.
What was disappointing about seeing her today of all days was that you were working this shift with your 17 year old sister who was… less than thrilled to be working now; especially with you being her superior in a workplace. She, like most teenagers, was yearning to be more independent which meant constantly disregarding your instructions on what to do at work.
You were irritated beyond belief with her constantly arguing with you. You couldn’t even really fully pay attention as Mila smacked your arm with the rag. When you saw her from outside the shop, this time around she came with company. You were in the midst of a bicker with her because she didn’t wipe down a table like you had told her to when you saw Violet coming in with a little girl walking beside her.
You gasp at her childish antics, pinching her arm but then shushing her as you tight-lipped smile at Violet as she approaches the familiar display case. You try not to frown at the sight of her bandaged nose and small bruise sitting right on the apple of her cheek. Her outfit is similar from the last time you saw her except a simple oil-black hoodie with those same joggers. You even saw a bit of wrapped bandages on her hands peeking out from the sleeves.
Was she jumped or something?
“There are only, like, two people here and they’re sitting outside,” your sister whisper-shouts at you, plastering on a fake smile at the new customers. “Hi! Welcome in.”
Violet glances at Mila when she straightens her back, placing a gentle hand on the back of the child’s back to guide her to the display of new and fresh treats for the day. She places her little hands on the glass as she very eagerly bounces on the soles of her worn in dark blue tennis shoes.
“Hi! Violet, you’re back.” You turn to your sister and sneer quietly. “Clean the tables. Now, please.”
Mila gives Violet a once-over and you a narrow glare as she grumbles a ‘fine’ as she rounds the corner to go and wipe down the crumb and dust filled tables.
“Hey. You can call me Vi, by the way. I, uh, was with my sister for the day and she wanted to try this place. I gave her some of my danish and she went crazy.” Violet motioned to the child just a few feet below her, chuckling at her gazing hungrily at the sweets.
“Well, Vi, I’m glad to hear,” you lean your head to the side to get a good look at her sister.
She had a wild head of short waves, a small gap in between her two front teeth. Her outfit made her ten times more adorable; a plain white Henley long sleeve with a pair of overalls. Her big hazel eyes stared at you patiently.
“Hi, cutie. Do you see one that you like?” You question her with a friendly smile.
Her adorable face scrunches up in thought, stepping back to look at her choices. She turns her head to her older sister before pointing at a strawberry muffin and raising her hands to sign what you believe is ASL. You curse yourself for not knowing what she was telling the pink haired stranger.
“She wants to smell the strawberry muffin,” Vi chuckles. “I told her about how you let me smell my danish first before buying it.”
“Okay, I can do that for you. What’s her name?” You question, hoping it didn’t come off as offensive.
“Isha. She doesn’t talk much,” Vi raised a bandaged hand to settle on her light brown waves on her head, ruffling the strands.
“Well, Miss Isha,” you focus your attention on her once again, watching her bounce on the balls on her feet with excitement. You grab your trusty metal tongs to grab the muffin and place it on a soft blue ceramic plate to set it down on the counter area of your register set-up for her to smell. “Here you go. Let me know if you want to smell anything else.”
Your heart grows tenfold as Vi quietly tells Isha to not shove her nose into the muffin, smiling at her sister as she hovers close to the pastry.
“Is she the one who ate the pink donut?” You turn your attention to Vi, raising your brows as you adjust your flyaways from your bubble braid.
Pretty blue eyes flickering to yours, her brows twitch as if she was shocked that you remembered such a minuscule detail.
“No, that was my other sister,” she shakes her head. “Isha was actually very angry with me when I came home with no cupcakes or muffins for her so I’m making it up to her.”
You watch her scrunch up her bruised bridge of her nose for a second as Isha signs something else to her. Vi playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh as she turns to you with another wince.
“Can she eat this now? She has an impatient appetite.”
You chuckle with a nod as you hand the plate to her, muttering a ‘careful, sweetie’ to Isha who beams up at you. She scurries over to a small round table to hop up on the seat to divulge. Now that it was just you and Vi standing in front of each other.
“Hey, are you okay?” You ask softly, eyes flicking to each injury on her gorgeous face.
Confused about your concern for her, her brows furrow for a moment. You watch her turn around to make sure Isha was all good, hounding down the muffin with crumbs falling from her mouth to the ground.
“Oh, yeah,” Vi shook her head, waving at you off as she grins sweetly. “I work at a kick-boxing studio and some of the kids can get aggressive. I’m okay, though, trust me. I’ve taken more than a few hits to the head.”
That explains the injuries and the bandaged hands. Of course, she was a kick-boxer. Her physique gave that away but what did you know? Isha was distracted with her muffin so you were able to converse with her, get to know her a little more so your gram would stop asking you if that cute pink haired girl came in again.
“Really? Where at?” You hum.
“It’s like fifteen minutes from here. Why? You want to come see kids beat me up?” She teases, folding her arms over her chest.
You hum with a nod, walking around the counter to place a napkin on the table so Isha could wipe her face to be rid of the sticky crumbs on her face. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. Because I’m a masochist.”
An actual laugh left her plush lips as she shook her head, eyes following you as you face her now. If Gram could see you now. Well, she was probably watching you from the security cameras in the back room with an evil smile.
“You know, I meant to ask. Do you make custom cakes?” Vi leans back to rest her lower back on the countertop where your register was, crossing her legs and shoving her hands into the pocket of her hoodie.
She really just looks like that, you thought to yourself.
“We do, yeah. Is your birthday coming up?” You look at her with raised brows.
Vi shakes her head, pointing to the little girl behind you. “No. Her birthday is next week and my family is throwing her a zoo themed birthday party.”
You awe out loud at the thought.
“That’s so cute. Yeah, I can— I mean, we can do that,” you shake your head as you correct yourself, hoping she didn’t catch your desperate slip-up.
Isha stands up from her table, dusting off the crumbs from her overalls. She walks over to you to hand you the plate, signing ‘thank you’ to you. You pause for a moment before hesitantly signing back ‘you’re welcome’ slowly, not sure if you were doing it right. You knew the basics but weren’t extremely educated on ASL. After today, though, you were determined to brush up on it.
Isha eyes brighten at you signing back to her. She turns to Vi with a smile so wide, you swore her cheeks would split open. She nods down at Isha, ruffling her hair once again as she reaches for her pocket to retrieve her wallet.
“Shit, sorry, how much do I owe you for the muffin?” Vi shuffles through the bills in her wallet.
“No, no. You’re… good. Don’t worry about it.” You wave her off, shaking your head.
Vi pauses before scoffing, attempting to shove the money into your palms. “I’m paying for the muffin.”
“Seriously. It’s one muffin, Vi. Plus, a little early birthday present for Isha.” You shove the bills into her hands once again, gripping onto her hands to make sure she doesn’t try to give them back.
Vi glances down at your gentle hands around hers. Reluctantly taking the money back, she takes the bills before shoving them back into the crease of her wallet. You try not to focus on how slightly bigger her hands were from yours; how surprisingly soft her knuckles were.
Isha seems to become impatient now with her elder sister, reaching up to tug on two of her fingers. Vi nods down to her, muttering a soft ‘okay, okay’.
“Thank you for that, by the way. And if it's not too much trouble for you, cupcake, can I get your number?” Vi questions as she takes Isha’s hand in hers. “You know, for any questions about what the cake should look like and what flavor it could be.”
Your brows furrow at her words before nodding, pursing your lips to repress the smile creeping onto your face. Cupcake. You like that nickname coming from her lips.
“Right! Yes, um,” you walk over to the counter to grab a sticky note and a pen to scribble down your personal number. “Here. Call or text me with all the information.”
You place the small yellow piece of paper into her palm that wasn’t holding Isha’s. She takes it in between her pointer and middle fingers, nodding with a confident smile.
“I will. See you, cupcake.”
“See you, Vi. Bye, sweetheart,” you bend down ever so slightly to wave at Isha.
The adorable girl waves her free hand at you with a just as cute toothy smile on her face. You excused it as a sugar rush as they walk away from you, hand in hand as they leave the store. Vi turns her head to give you one more glance before Isha is tugging her down the sidewalk.
Mila angrily stormed up to you the second they left and raised her hand with the rag to smack you on the forearm. You gasp and snatch the weapon away from her, pointing a finger in her face.
“What the hell? Stop hitting me with this,” you sneer.
“I’m wiping down tables and you’re flirting? How the hell is that fair?” Mila quips back as she folds her arms in front of her chest.
“I wasn’t flirting. I was taking a cake order, by the way, so you can stop whining.” You roll your eyes as you walk back around to the counter.
Mila sucks in a deep breath before shaking her head.
“Really? So what was that whole,” your sister cleared her throat, sucking in a deep breath. “Giving her your personal number when you could’ve just given her the store's number?”
You pause your movements of wiping down the counter from behind the register, thinking about it for a moment. You knew why. You just hated your sister being all in your business.
“Okay, what is it to you?” You get defensive. “I can’t… make new friends?”
Mila merely snorts before rolling her eyes.
“Sure. You definitely only want to be friends with her.”
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