coming out of the shower with her hair wet knowing just how good she looks. with her towel thrown over her neck, lounging across both shoulders, she'll smirk at you from across the room
"everything okay, cupcake?"
everything isn't okay and you know it, she especially knows it but you have to play dumb to preserve the last of your dignity
its evident from your body language to the way your eyes flutter around the room that you're flustered, and she loves that, truly. she loves poking fun of you, teasing you, leaving you red and momentarily perplexed
she'll walk closer to you, make you back up against a wall and pin you there with a dominant arm, watching you nervously look anywhere else but at her. or maybe that's all you're doing, so surprised that all you can do is gap at her smug face
she might leave you hanging, turn around and ruffle her dripping hair with her towel as if nothing happened, talking nonchalantly about your plans that afternoon. or, she might give in to your wishes because though she loves the way in which you react to her every move, she's also equally as infatuated
đ·âș caitlyn
both of you quietly stealing snacks late at night only to suddenly find everything hilarious. the sweltering summer night had been unbearably unforgiving, and you found yourself unable to sleep. thankfully, as you had been sleeping at caitlyn's, she had a similar issue
cue a disastrously serious mission to sneak some leftover cookies from that night's dinner and to heat up some warm milk
you take it far too seriously really, all hushed up and signalling one another from adjacent walls, peeking around corners as if anyone else would be up at this god forsaken hour. the thought hits you randomly and a quiet chuckle escapes you. caitlyn catches your eye, ready to shush you when she finds your laughter contagious
you both attempt to smuggle your giggles behind your palms, avoiding eye contact, but you find it futile and you burst into a somewhat muffled fit of laughter
later, you end up dancing under refrigerator light, still hyped up from your previous antics. you note the way caitlyn seems so relaxed in your arms, so at peace with having fun around you
đ·âș jinx
drawing on your arm when silco scolds her, you somehow dragged along
it's no secret that she isn't paying attention to what he's saying, not that he notices, his mind (and mouth) too preoccupied with recounting the tales of the topside destruction that had just occurred
she nudges you with her elbow and you turn, looking down at the drawing of her and you blowing up a building. you giggle under your breath, her head perking up slightly from the palm of her hand, before reaching for your own pen. you add little details like fishbones, your preferred weapon and little evil smiling emotes (which had originally been normal smiley faces before she added the eyebrows)
you'd take turns adding elements like sevika with crossed out eyes laying passed out on the ground, a descending disco ball that looked suspiciously like a bomb and even silco who looked so realistic with a permanent, exaggerated scowl on his face
soon, you have a whole comic scene with annotations on your arm, courtesy of both jinx and you before silco notices. his uproar is kind of funny as you make eye contact with jinx
you'll forever treasure the drawing and the add-ons imprinted into your arm, and preserved that way for however long you're able to, and she'll forever treasure the memory of your gleeful eyes, sharing a moment with her
đ·âș ekko
teaching you how to ride the firelight boards (?) because though it's not really your style, you just really wanted to have him around you
of course, he's happy to teach you. at first, you're determined to get it right, a foot here, the other there, but the shift in balance is something too unfamiliar that you really struggle
eventually, his verbal teaching turns a little physical. he begins to readjust your feet positioning gently, almost cautiously at first, before placing his hands on your hips, shoulders and arms once you tell him it's okay. you begin to grow a little too conscious of his touches and words. and maybe he is too, just a bit
"c'mon, hot stuff, just put your arms out and hang on."
somehow, after things flip for the better and you're up in the air, you turn a full 180 (metaphorically and physically) and suddenly .. fall
a startled yelp leaps from your throat and you brace yourself for a painful impact with the ground. that is, until a hand loops around your waist and you're pulled into someone's chest. when you open your eyes, you're met with ekko, the both of you suspended in the air on his board.
the two of you take a breather, both coming to terms with the fact that youre both okay when he sighs, pulling you closer. "let's try something else."
đ·âș viktor
sleepy, distracted kisses on the cheek as he promises you that you're not bothering him despite his attention solely focused on his project. you don't mind; you could look at him work all day, eyebrows knitted together and lips scrunched in an effort to concentrate
every so often he'll remember your presence and lean over absentmindedly to kiss your cheek or mutter quick affirmations of his love for you
"are you getting tired? don't stay up too late."
you know he says this to show he cares for you, but you can't help but feel its awfully hypocritically considering his unhealthy state. usually it'll be you who has to pull him away from his studies and him who has to convince you just a few more minutes
and of course you let him be because well, he caught you off guard with a meaningful kiss. you pretend to be reluctant but let's be honest, his shows of love are so subtle that when they happen, you're always left in awe and melting
he knows his effect on you sometimes and you don't miss his quick smirk at your flustered state
đ·âș silco
remembering small details about you, even though you have your doubt's about his affections
sometimes, loving silco came with a list of doubts you were afraid to confront, especially when his attention always seemed to be pulled from multiple directions either from his sinister, diabolical plans, or his kind-of daughter, jinx
sometimes, you wondered if he truly did care for you, or if you were just convenient.
but loving him did have benefits because though his lack of affection stung sometimes, you realised his love language was a lot more subtle and something to be treasured
like when you're dining at new, exotic places that he takes you out to, reprimanding the waiter about your food allergies even when you yourself have forgotten. or when he chides others to be quiet when you're trying to doze off or when he wordlessly allows you to lay your head on his lap, shuffling even to ensure you're comfortable
or even after when you mention your insecurities to him, and he makes the extra effort to reaffirm his love for you with fleeting, random touches, and quick, somewhat awkward words. you accept that loving silco is quietly intimate though still as full
a/n ; thanks for reading this headcannon ! i actually didnt know what to put for silco because i know a lot of yall Love him but i .... i ......... well, i'll leave the fixing of his character to you. ALSO i unfortunately do not remember what those firelight hover boards are called? if you could lmk for future references, that would be appreciated. hope you enjoyed â
words of affirmation, perhaps her trauma is to thank for that. she's already lost herself to the forces of fate and time, where her most intimate relations have dulled to become only strangers with memories. haunted, she can only trust her own words to ensure it never happens again
through your words she can be certain. through her words you can sense her sincerity. she tells you it will always be you and her against the world. she tells you you're beautiful when you're determined, that your smile is cunning and captivating. she tells you she'll see you again, even if time itself has to collapse just so it can happen
your voices against the brewing storm. soft kisses and whispered promises tidied to linked pinkies. gentle smiles laying beside one another when the day is still. she tells you she loves you and you know it is true
đ·âș caitlyn
quality time, hands holding one another in the quiet of night. silence that stretches comfortably. blinking away the residue of sleep, wrapped in the other's embrace, the tracing of pictures on skin. sharing breakfast at a table
you find yourself always at her side when the two of you join a bigger group, always sharing bigger memories as a pair. it's undefiable that the two of you stick together, experiencing every high and llow without another word
movies, late night calls, going to the store down the road at 3am, going on patrols, you find yourself indulging every moment with her by your side
đ·âș jinx
gift giving, the constant knock on your door that opens to no one, seemingly, but look down at your feet and there's a poorly wrapped present on your doorstep. cute doodles and erratic color palettes, you find these everywhere when your back is turned, echoed by the giggle of someone familiar
sometimes, her gifts explode into glitter that takes ages to clean up, or jumps at you on a spring. sometimes, there's simply nothing and sometimes there's only a message to "look behind you!" sometimes there's a vulgar drawing and sometimes there's another small gift waiting when you open it.
other times, you find a recreation of the necklace you were eyeing through the window of a shop, the sparkling diamond replaced with a bullet. other times, she leaves bits of rubble from her missions, and though its quite frankly useless, it tells you that even across the bridge, she's thinking of you
đ·âș ekko
physical touch, he's never truly at ease when he doesn't have an arm slinged over your shoulders or around your waist
maybe this is a projection of his fears, of watching a loved one disappear from his sight, a fear so vivid you can see reflected in his eyes when he looks at you
in your most intimate moments, he'll bury his face in your neck and breathe you in, your presence never wavering by his side, simply holding him there when he needs it
đ·âș viktor
acts of service, it's no surprise to you really, knowing that his research usually took precedence over your relationship. sometimes, on silent nights where the air is still unlike the raging thoughts in your head, the only company under a cold moon, you wonder if he truly even loves you
but though he isn't fond of endearing words, or not one to cling, it is the cup of fresh coffee waiting for you once you open your eyes to a new day, or the silent completion of household chores, or the blanket that is thrown over your tired body in the middle of the night that spells out his care for you
he'd rather show you his love than tell you, a silent kind of affection reserved for only one special person
you don't need to talk, neither does he, simply being there is enough, illuminated in the glow of midnight, silent save for shared breaths
i got 2 things !!! number one ur blog theme has me literally frothing at the mouth i love it sm .. instant happi ! and number two ur arcane works omg im fr addicted to this blog theyre so so good u write em all so well ! have a wonderful day mwah kisses for u :D
AWW THANK U âčïž I LOVE UR THEME SM ASW green and pink is so cute and such an underrated colour combo also IM BLUSHING đœđœ UR WORDS MEAN THE WORLD 2 ME ur too sweet rlly ahhhh
going into a haunted house with arcane characters â
đ·âș vi
thinks it's cute that you dragged her over during your date, eyes wide with anticipation. maybe it's because you're looking particularly adorable today that she let's you take her wordlessly, without any snakly remarks
isn't too surprised when the haunted house proves to be underwhelming and mediocre. she's a little worried that you're disappointed but when she looks over, you're doing perfectly fine, screaming to your heart's content with a wide smile on your face
"you want to hold onto my arm?" vi will joke. she's somewhat taken back when you actually do so, you momentarily raising an eyebrow at her as if to say what? you offered
she loosens up eventually, laughing when you scream, squeezing your interlocked hands when you cling to her and eventually, screaming too when a man with a chainsaw jumps out at you two
you tease her when you both come out, telling her hey! you got scared at the end, didn't you? yeah right. that was nothing. has anyone told you that you're a bad liar? no they haven't, because i'm not. i literally saw you leap out of your skin, try again
she gets sulky as you continue to poke fun of her, you randomly jumpscaring her when you see fit. of course, she has to (mock) pretend to get scared every time, pretend as if she didn't notice you preparing yourself, pretend as if she doesn't pay 110% attention towards you and everything you do. oh well, at least your laugh is contagious
đ·âș caitlyn
pretends to hate it when you draw her attention to the spooky haunted house around the corner of the fair. secretly, she had been intrigued by it, never having gone to one before
you think it's adorable that she's really, really nervous as you approach the front of the line, pretending to not hear her pep talk to herself under her breath. you let her be, finding it adorable that she's so worried for something that is at best mediocre
maybe it was the build up, the suspense, the anticipation, but at the very beginning when it's still quiet and brooding, the "tour guide" arrives and caitlyn screams. she almost immediately goes red as even the actor is surprised and flustered and stutters a little before returning to their role
you squeeze her hand in comfort and tell her its okay. noticing she's still hesitant to scream loudly even though her entire body jumps at the jumpscares, you decide to take initiative. when a man with a chainsaw jumps out, you scream
it's fun, you find, and you start to scream more, enjoying the shot of thrill. eventually, caitlyn joins your chorus of screams and you both wander the haunted house, louder than any duo and if they couldn't see you coming, they could definitely hear you
when you leave the haunted house, caitlyn thanks you for pretending to be scared. you look at her for a moment before shrugging. what are you on about? i was just scared too
you both know it's a lie but she appreciates it, smiling softly at the fact that she had somebody she could rely on by her side
đ·âș jinx
you both saw the haunted house jutting from the horizon as you set foot into the carnival. you met eyes wordlessly, nodding to one another, sharing a single message. though there were many exciting rides and fantastically smelling treats, neither of you wavered as you beelined to one specific attraction
jinx is jittery as you line up, extremely talkative as she tells you how excited she is to go to a haunted house. she wants to be spooked, to be scared, for something to go BANG and for her to scream
you're extremely skeptical, and rightfully so because this haunted house is the most uneventful haunted house you've ever been to
when you look over at her, jinx is deadpanning. you get the message and motion for her attention. she quirks an eyebrow, intrigued as you wait for the next jumpscare. when the chainsaw man comes out, you jump forward and go boo!, so unexpectedly that the actor screams and scrambles back in fright
jinx bursts out laughing and you can't help but follow. the rest of the haunted house experience is complied of the two of you scaring all the actors, pitting up against each other to see who is the scariest and gets the loudest screams
when it ends, you both come out of the house flushed and out of breath, rambling about the funniest scare, or the lamest costume, gossiping about how terrible it was but how funny you both made it to be
đ·âș ekko
flat out refuses to go. when you try to drill it out of him, he looks anywhere but your eyes; even his body language is all angled away from you
are you ... scared? no way. omg you're literally petrified. i said i wasn't! then let's go! ...no. what's the issue? you scared of a few clowns and bloodied men?
when he shudders at the word "clown" you squeal in delight. you're kidding! lord have mercy on me
you drag him to the line (and because he's infatuated with you, he doesn't put up too much of a fight) and hold him there
"...want to hold hands if you're too scared?" he stammers just as you reach the front of the line. you take it but eye him sideways. you sure this isn't for you? i'm not scared. right, and i'm not the coolest person to exist. you're literally not? want to die? trust me, that won't be an issue once we get in there. you're so dramatic oml
he screams. very loud. you're almost embarrassed except it's the funniest thing to you, ekko, the boy who shatters time reduced to a screaming mess, clutching your hand as if its his lifeline. he only melts into you more and more as you delve deeper into the house and ... are the actors looking at you sympathetically? that only makes this so much funnier
once you both leave his face is a colour of red you've never seen him wear before. he ignores you as you try to apologize because, well, you can't apologise without smuffling your laughter and he's simply not having it
you are never letting him live this down
đ·âș viktor
gives you a bewildered look, blinking as if he couldn't believe you had asked him to go to a haunted house. he didn't think it was your taste
he goes with you anyway but he is neither anticipating it nor dreading it. he's simply just neutral about the whole thing. actually, the haunted house weren't your taste; you had just been curious as to how viktor would react. as you line up, the two of you talk about matters that actually intrigue the both of you and when it's time to go, neither of you look as if you're having fun
"this is what you wanted?" he'll ask. yes? at least try to sound convincing
you feel bad for the actors as they jump out of hiding yo scare you, only to receive virtually no response. fun. viktor says, halfway through the house. you slap him. stop, that's mean!
he cracks a smile at you, turning his back as a man holding a chainsaw comes screaming. you both turn and make eye contact with the actor, viktor observing them with an impartial stare and you with an apologetic smile. they eventually retreat and you laugh
we are the worst. speak for yourself
đ·âș silco
doesn't go. he has more matters to attend to and refuses to appear in the topside city just to go to a haunted house one, mind you, that he swears will be, not worth his time
if you wanted to be scared, i could get sevika on the case. was that your poor attempt of a joke? you started joking first when you mentioned going to a haunted house
eventually, he agrees as long as he finds the haunted house. you weren't born yesterday, you smell a scheme but you allow it to happen anyway, curious as to what he was planning
when he loops you around to jinx's hideout, you feel a sense of foreshadowing. you're going to let jinx scare us? you want some real horror? she's the girl. that's the issue. are we about to die?
the rest of the "haunted house" experience is just the two of you yelling at jinx as she goes steps beyond to show you how haunted a house could get, titling the scares as a jinxscare !
it's cozy though, even as you stare death in the eyes, the three of you messing around, yelling at each other, using it all as an excuse to clutch onto silco's arm. it was kind of endearing to watch silco try to fulfill your wants and you're extremely appreciative that he had tried, even when you were being unreasonable
a/n : this has been sitting in my drafts, unfinished for the longest of times. not my best work but i've been really unmotivated to write recently D: i'll have a silco x fem!reader published soon hang on !!! anyways hope u all had a great christmas <3 thanks for reading â
writing this @ 4 am and this is terribly random and this is purely done because of impulsivity but honestly reading ur writings (and your blog in general) literally reignited my will to write ! so, i suppose that became my christmas miracle <3 anyways, hope youre having a fun christmas!
LOVE I'M HONESTLY SPEECHLESS AHHH this means so much to me đ in fact uve also become my motivation to write again âčïžâčïž i would love to read what u end up writing !!!
and yes i did đ hope u had a great christmas + a great day/night đ because u definitely made my entire day!! I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE im currently in shambles
merry christmas everyone !! i hope you and your families all have a great holiday <3 i'm personally so thankful for all the love i've received & i hope i'm able to return it through this blog ! don't hesitate to treat yourselves during this break â luv u all sm !!!
sometimes, vi still hears the haunting whispers of vander like lingering regrets.
they come to her frequently; when she lets herself relax for a second too long or when she finds herself laughing too hard, but most usually when the moon is out and the others are sleep, only her alive at the dead of night.
they voice the fears she's unwilling to confront. they pile, evidently because the first few times she could tolerate, simply pushing it to the depths of her mind, but they stack and stack and stack, and she finds herself often overwhelmed. she's scared and she's sorry, of a past she'll never reclaim and forced to carry a burden of a heated moment. sometimes vi falls into a spiral of self pity; "what did i do to deserve this?" she thinks at her worst moments.
vander's voice always responds even when she doesn't. "they still need you, vi." he'll say.
but she's tired and she's so over it. her issues have escalated beyond her control and now there's more at stake then her familial issues. lives, hundreds of thousands of them, countless faces, innocent faces, a look that had never fit quite right on her own. one that she had failed to save.
had she been the cause, perhaps the catalyst?
vi curls up into herself, withdrawing. her room illuminates with the glow of the stars outside, rolling ebony skies concealing distant constellations. even when she had been trapped in a prison cell for years, vi had never felt so alone inside a room before, even with the constant whispers of a deceased loved one.
"they still need you."
vi falls alseep, a mantra repeating like death's call in her ears.
coming out of the shower with her hair wet knowing just how good she looks. with her towel thrown over her neck, lounging across both shoulders, she'll smirk at you from across the room
"everything okay, cupcake?"
everything isn't okay and you know it, she especially knows it but you have to play dumb to preserve the last of your dignity
its evident from your body language to the way your eyes flutter around the room that you're flustered, and she loves that, truly. she loves poking fun of you, teasing you, leaving you red and momentarily perplexed
she'll walk closer to you, make you back up against a wall and pin you there with a dominant arm, watching you nervously look anywhere else but at her. or maybe that's all you're doing, so surprised that all you can do is gap at her smug face
she might leave you hanging, turn around and ruffle her dripping hair with her towel as if nothing happened, talking nonchalantly about your plans that afternoon. or, she might give in to your wishes because though she loves the way in which you react to her every move, she's also equally as infatuated
đ·âș caitlyn
both of you quietly stealing snacks late at night only to suddenly find everything hilarious. the sweltering summer night had been unbearably unforgiving, and you found yourself unable to sleep. thankfully, as you had been sleeping at caitlyn's, she had a similar issue
cue a disastrously serious mission to sneak some leftover cookies from that night's dinner and to heat up some warm milk
you take it far too seriously really, all hushed up and signalling one another from adjacent walls, peeking around corners as if anyone else would be up at this god forsaken hour. the thought hits you randomly and a quiet chuckle escapes you. caitlyn catches your eye, ready to shush you when she finds your laughter contagious
you both attempt to smuggle your giggles behind your palms, avoiding eye contact, but you find it futile and you burst into a somewhat muffled fit of laughter
later, you end up dancing under refrigerator light, still hyped up from your previous antics. you note the way caitlyn seems so relaxed in your arms, so at peace with having fun around you
đ·âș jinx
drawing on your arm when silco scolds her, you somehow dragged along
it's no secret that she isn't paying attention to what he's saying, not that he notices, his mind (and mouth) too preoccupied with recounting the tales of the topside destruction that had just occurred
she nudges you with her elbow and you turn, looking down at the drawing of her and you blowing up a building. you giggle under your breath, her head perking up slightly from the palm of her hand, before reaching for your own pen. you add little details like fishbones, your preferred weapon and little evil smiling emotes (which had originally been normal smiley faces before she added the eyebrows)
you'd take turns adding elements like sevika with crossed out eyes laying passed out on the ground, a descending disco ball that looked suspiciously like a bomb and even silco who looked so realistic with a permanent, exaggerated scowl on his face
soon, you have a whole comic scene with annotations on your arm, courtesy of both jinx and you before silco notices. his uproar is kind of funny as you make eye contact with jinx
you'll forever treasure the drawing and the add-ons imprinted into your arm, and preserved that way for however long you're able to, and she'll forever treasure the memory of your gleeful eyes, sharing a moment with her
đ·âș ekko
teaching you how to ride the firelight boards (?) because though it's not really your style, you just really wanted to have him around you
of course, he's happy to teach you. at first, you're determined to get it right, a foot here, the other there, but the shift in balance is something too unfamiliar that you really struggle
eventually, his verbal teaching turns a little physical. he begins to readjust your feet positioning gently, almost cautiously at first, before placing his hands on your hips, shoulders and arms once you tell him it's okay. you begin to grow a little too conscious of his touches and words. and maybe he is too, just a bit
"c'mon, hot stuff, just put your arms out and hang on."
somehow, after things flip for the better and you're up in the air, you turn a full 180 (metaphorically and physically) and suddenly .. fall
a startled yelp leaps from your throat and you brace yourself for a painful impact with the ground. that is, until a hand loops around your waist and you're pulled into someone's chest. when you open your eyes, you're met with ekko, the both of you suspended in the air on his board.
the two of you take a breather, both coming to terms with the fact that youre both okay when he sighs, pulling you closer. "let's try something else."
đ·âș viktor
sleepy, distracted kisses on the cheek as he promises you that you're not bothering him despite his attention solely focused on his project. you don't mind; you could look at him work all day, eyebrows knitted together and lips scrunched in an effort to concentrate
every so often he'll remember your presence and lean over absentmindedly to kiss your cheek or mutter quick affirmations of his love for you
"are you getting tired? don't stay up too late."
you know he says this to show he cares for you, but you can't help but feel its awfully hypocritically considering his unhealthy state. usually it'll be you who has to pull him away from his studies and him who has to convince you just a few more minutes
and of course you let him be because well, he caught you off guard with a meaningful kiss. you pretend to be reluctant but let's be honest, his shows of love are so subtle that when they happen, you're always left in awe and melting
he knows his effect on you sometimes and you don't miss his quick smirk at your flustered state
đ·âș silco
remembering small details about you, even though you have your doubt's about his affections
sometimes, loving silco came with a list of doubts you were afraid to confront, especially when his attention always seemed to be pulled from multiple directions either from his sinister, diabolical plans, or his kind-of daughter, jinx
sometimes, you wondered if he truly did care for you, or if you were just convenient.
but loving him did have benefits because though his lack of affection stung sometimes, you realised his love language was a lot more subtle and something to be treasured
like when you're dining at new, exotic places that he takes you out to, reprimanding the waiter about your food allergies even when you yourself have forgotten. or when he chides others to be quiet when you're trying to doze off or when he wordlessly allows you to lay your head on his lap, shuffling even to ensure you're comfortable
or even after when you mention your insecurities to him, and he makes the extra effort to reaffirm his love for you with fleeting, random touches, and quick, somewhat awkward words. you accept that loving silco is quietly intimate though still as full
a/n ; thanks for reading this headcannon ! i actually didnt know what to put for silco because i know a lot of yall Love him but i .... i ......... well, i'll leave the fixing of his character to you. ALSO i unfortunately do not remember what those firelight hover boards are called? if you could lmk for future references, that would be appreciated. hope you enjoyed â
coming out of the shower with her hair wet knowing just how good she looks. with her towel thrown over her neck, lounging across both shoulders, she'll smirk at you from across the room
"everything okay, cupcake?"
everything isn't okay and you know it, she especially knows it but you have to play dumb to preserve the last of your dignity
its evident from your body language to the way your eyes flutter around the room that you're flustered, and she loves that, truly. she loves poking fun of you, teasing you, leaving you red and momentarily perplexed
she'll walk closer to you, make you back up against a wall and pin you there with a dominant arm, watching you nervously look anywhere else but at her. or maybe that's all you're doing, so surprised that all you can do is gap at her smug face
she might leave you hanging, turn around and ruffle her dripping hair with her towel as if nothing happened, talking nonchalantly about your plans that afternoon. or, she might give in to your wishes because though she loves the way in which you react to her every move, she's also equally as infatuated
đ·âș caitlyn
both of you quietly stealing snacks late at night only to suddenly find everything hilarious. the sweltering summer night had been unbearably unforgiving, and you found yourself unable to sleep. thankfully, as you had been sleeping at caitlyn's, she had a similar issue
cue a disastrously serious mission to sneak some leftover cookies from that night's dinner and to heat up some warm milk
you take it far too seriously really, all hushed up and signalling one another from adjacent walls, peeking around corners as if anyone else would be up at this god forsaken hour. the thought hits you randomly and a quiet chuckle escapes you. caitlyn catches your eye, ready to shush you when she finds your laughter contagious
you both attempt to smuggle your giggles behind your palms, avoiding eye contact, but you find it futile and you burst into a somewhat muffled fit of laughter
later, you end up dancing under refrigerator light, still hyped up from your previous antics. you note the way caitlyn seems so relaxed in your arms, so at peace with having fun around you
đ·âș jinx
drawing on your arm when silco scolds her, you somehow dragged along
it's no secret that she isn't paying attention to what he's saying, not that he notices, his mind (and mouth) too preoccupied with recounting the tales of the topside destruction that had just occurred
she nudges you with her elbow and you turn, looking down at the drawing of her and you blowing up a building. you giggle under your breath, her head perking up slightly from the palm of her hand, before reaching for your own pen. you add little details like fishbones, your preferred weapon and little evil smiling emotes (which had originally been normal smiley faces before she added the eyebrows)
you'd take turns adding elements like sevika with crossed out eyes laying passed out on the ground, a descending disco ball that looked suspiciously like a bomb and even silco who looked so realistic with a permanent, exaggerated scowl on his face
soon, you have a whole comic scene with annotations on your arm, courtesy of both jinx and you before silco notices. his uproar is kind of funny as you make eye contact with jinx
you'll forever treasure the drawing and the add-ons imprinted into your arm, and preserved that way for however long you're able to, and she'll forever treasure the memory of your gleeful eyes, sharing a moment with her
đ·âș ekko
teaching you how to ride the firelight boards (?) because though it's not really your style, you just really wanted to have him around you
of course, he's happy to teach you. at first, you're determined to get it right, a foot here, the other there, but the shift in balance is something too unfamiliar that you really struggle
eventually, his verbal teaching turns a little physical. he begins to readjust your feet positioning gently, almost cautiously at first, before placing his hands on your hips, shoulders and arms once you tell him it's okay. you begin to grow a little too conscious of his touches and words. and maybe he is too, just a bit
"c'mon, hot stuff, just put your arms out and hang on."
somehow, after things flip for the better and you're up in the air, you turn a full 180 (metaphorically and physically) and suddenly .. fall
a startled yelp leaps from your throat and you brace yourself for a painful impact with the ground. that is, until a hand loops around your waist and you're pulled into someone's chest. when you open your eyes, you're met with ekko, the both of you suspended in the air on his board.
the two of you take a breather, both coming to terms with the fact that youre both okay when he sighs, pulling you closer. "let's try something else."
đ·âș viktor
sleepy, distracted kisses on the cheek as he promises you that you're not bothering him despite his attention solely focused on his project. you don't mind; you could look at him work all day, eyebrows knitted together and lips scrunched in an effort to concentrate
every so often he'll remember your presence and lean over absentmindedly to kiss your cheek or mutter quick affirmations of his love for you
"are you getting tired? don't stay up too late."
you know he says this to show he cares for you, but you can't help but feel its awfully hypocritically considering his unhealthy state. usually it'll be you who has to pull him away from his studies and him who has to convince you just a few more minutes
and of course you let him be because well, he caught you off guard with a meaningful kiss. you pretend to be reluctant but let's be honest, his shows of love are so subtle that when they happen, you're always left in awe and melting
he knows his effect on you sometimes and you don't miss his quick smirk at your flustered state
đ·âș silco
remembering small details about you, even though you have your doubt's about his affections
sometimes, loving silco came with a list of doubts you were afraid to confront, especially when his attention always seemed to be pulled from multiple directions either from his sinister, diabolical plans, or his kind-of daughter, jinx
sometimes, you wondered if he truly did care for you, or if you were just convenient.
but loving him did have benefits because though his lack of affection stung sometimes, you realised his love language was a lot more subtle and something to be treasured
like when you're dining at new, exotic places that he takes you out to, reprimanding the waiter about your food allergies even when you yourself have forgotten. or when he chides others to be quiet when you're trying to doze off or when he wordlessly allows you to lay your head on his lap, shuffling even to ensure you're comfortable
or even after when you mention your insecurities to him, and he makes the extra effort to reaffirm his love for you with fleeting, random touches, and quick, somewhat awkward words. you accept that loving silco is quietly intimate though still as full
a/n ; thanks for reading this headcannon ! i actually didnt know what to put for silco because i know a lot of yall Love him but i .... i ......... well, i'll leave the fixing of his character to you. ALSO i unfortunately do not remember what those firelight hover boards are called? if you could lmk for future references, that would be appreciated. hope you enjoyed â
#805A40 â ekko x fem! reader ; genre/trope: (physical)hurt comfort (??) , not sure ekko gets in a fight and you save him ; wc: 1300+ warnings: mentions of blood, ekko gets beat up
[08:20am] ekko steps backwards, wincing quietly as pain digs into his right ankle. his knee buckles and the boy has to force himself to balance, knowing the small creature by his side would do little good if he gave in.
the three men snicker at his show of weakness and close in around the pair, malicious intent glinting off the shine of knives and axes.
heimerdinger flutters nervously around ekko's feet, jittering and uncertain. "gentlemen," he stutters. "we mean you no harm. as you can see, my good friend here is injured, so, eh, if you could let us through..." he trails off as one of the men laughs.
"my, we can't have that now can we?" the men step closer, laughing to themselves. "say, if you hand over that fancy watch you have tucked in your pocket there, little boy, we might be able to give you a little something. what do you say, hm?"
ekko clenches the handle of his sword but even he knows the chances of surviving were slim, even without considering heimerdinger by his side. his ankle throbs, an unnecessary reminder of his disadvantage. Â
he thought he had left being weak behind, left the churning sensation of being useless, staring the reaper in the eye and being able to do nothing still, in his past. yet here he stands, backed into a wall with the taunting of death breathing down his spine and he realises then that nothing had changed, not his lack of power, not his cry for help, not the gnawing worm of pain that refuses to undo its clutches on his soul. his demise had been long overdue after all, expired and decayed yet clinging on not by anything natural but by the will of a mortal and the magic of a watch. the universe was eager to watch him die.
"well," ekko thinks, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "it's not like i'll ever be going down without a fight."
his hands readjust his weapon, heaving it over his shoulder. he tilts his chin upwards, staring the men in their eyes. âand if i donât?â
the men glance at one another before laughing. âyouâve got guts. but no one wins a fight with just determination.â the tallest man spits at his feet.
everything happens in a flash. ekko shoves heimerdinger to the side, the yordle landing on his bottom, narrowly missing the throw of a knife. the boy himself bends over, hands finding purchase on the ground as one of the men sends a kick to his stomach, the shoes skimming the fabric of his tank top. his weapon skids on the ground, disregarded. ekko intends to use the momentum to swing his own legs around and knock his attacker to the ground but pain erupts from his leg before he can, the consequences causing him to stumble in his movements, effectively receiving an elbow to the face.
his back hits the ground with a thud, something warm and uncomfortable colouring his face, but he has no time to sink into the sensation when his senses tingle and he pulls himself onto his feet, his arms coming up to deflect another punch. someone comes up behind him and he grabs onto his attackerâs arm, flinging the manâs entire bodyweight up and over, behind him. they lie in a pile behind him and he huffs, catching his breath.
âbehind you!â the yordle cries but itâs too late, something solid makes contact with the side of his face.
ekkoâs feet canât keep up as his sense of balance shifts drastically and he falls with the aid of a kick. his back hits a wall and he stays there, unable to move as the man walks towards him.
something urges to come out and he coughs, the metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
a pair of boots enter his sight of vision and he endures a punch to his face that sends pain ringing in his ears. still, he looks up and makes eye contact. if he was going to die, he thinks, itâll be by staring death in the eye.
the man bends down and plucks his watch from his pocket. he makes a show of observing the object before he takes it. âyouâre too full of yourself. i donât hate that. if you hadnât picked a fight you never would have won, maybe we would have taken you in.â
ekko glares through half-lidden eyes. the pain from his previous encounter with jinx on the bridge and now the pain from his current situation was proving too much for his body. darkness threatens to embrace his weary body though he had no intentions of giving up now. but his body couldnât keep up; he had pushed himself too far this time.
still, he forces his mouth to open, his throat protesting as he speaks. âfuck you.â
the manâs face twists. how satisfying, ekko thinks, before he notices the rise of the manâs arm.
was this it?
time seems to slow as the manâs fist draws nearer, the boyâs breath growing shallow, pounding throbbing in his ears, his chest heaving, leg clawing in pain. was this it? his eyes drift to the side, seeing heimerdinger knocked out unconscious on the ground.
when did that happen?
his vision warps in and out, his eyes staying closed for longer than he liked, the adrenaline fuelling his body draining at his fingertips. he feels his guard drop and he knows when the punch makes contact, heâll feel it for all the strength behind the fist. great, he thinks, this really is the end.
a cat saunters between the two.
ekko blinks. was he already dead? had hallucinating always been a product of death?
even his attacker is momentarily surprised, paused in his actions.
âiâm so sorry!â a new voice enters ekkoâs perception and he raises his head as an unfamiliar girl peaks around the block.
your eyes search the place, studying the passed-out yordle â why did he seem so familiar? â the boy who laid limp on the ground and the big, burly man who stood over him. finally, they land on your cat.
âsorry for interrupting, my cat just loves to wonder off. if you donât mind, could you pass him over to me?â you say, hands behind your back as you address the man.
ekko grunts with effort as his hand inches towards his weapon, perhaps two metres from his fingers. his attacker remains distracted as he talks back to you. âhuh? who the fuck are you?â
you take a step forward. âjust a passerby. i promise to leave once i get my cat back.â
the man laughs shortly. âand why would i do that for you? who even are you, give me a name damnit.â
ekko stretches further, finger grazing the handle of his weapon.
âwell,â you start. âif you do iâllââ before you can finish, you spin around, rising your leg and successfully planting your foot into the six foot tall man. before he can come to, you send a punch up from under his chin.
he stumbles back but doesnât fall, wiping blood from his lip. âyou bitch.â
the man comes running. he ducks as you swing an arm but it was a fluke and you raise your knee into his face. your fist revs back and comes full force into his stomach. this time, he does fall back and just to be sure, you dig your heel into his groin. the man howls in pain, unattractively drooling, eyes rolling back before he faints.
your fingers dip comfortably into every crevice of his attire, withdrawing any goods you deem valuable and stuffing them into any free space on your body. your hands enclose around a small, metallic watch and you hum in satisfaction at its intricate design, gentling placing it into your pant pocket.
you turn to face the boy whose hand had enclosed around his weapon. he looks at you oddly. you smile, offering him a hand.
âyou look like you need some help.â
âwho are you?â
deciding that you were tired of being asked that question today, you answer. âmy name is [name].â you swing his arm over your shoulder. your cat meows, rubbing his face against your leg. âyours?â
âekko. wait, you mind taking that yordle with us too?â
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