Content/Warnings: x reader, no pronouns used but reader is described as wearing a dress and jewelry in ambessa's, some suggestive content for ellie's and kassandra's, mentions of smoking weed for ellie's)
A/N: this will probably flop but as i was driving home with my passenger princess butch beside me, i started thinking about all of my fave characters and what their driving preferences would be... a very important subject to ponder obviously. i'm working super hard to get part two of dancer!vi x dancer!reader and sweet as honey out, but i needed a little break so this brain dump ensued and i thought i'd share with the class. please comment your contributions to my theories, or you fail the socratic seminar! (kidding we don't do those i love you my fellow socially anxious babies)
anyway, here we go, starting off with my arcane sexies:
──˚₊𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚
୨ৎ okay so this may be controversial... but 𝐲𝐞𝐬, i think she is a passenger princess- BUT, only when she's with you. you're the only person she trusts with her life, so you're the only person she lets drive her, but for the longest time, you had no idea she preferred being in the passenger seat. she's a very chivalrous partner, so you got used to her volunteering to drive and assumed it was because she liked being the one driving; until, one day, she slipped up and let out a sigh when you mentioned an errand the two of you needed to run. it had already been a long day at work, friday evening traffic had been terrible on the way home, and frankly, she didn't want to be behind the wheel at all before her commute to work on monday. you ask her what the fuss is about, and she (very bashfully) admits that she actually hates driving. the poor baby is terrified you'll think she's a bad butch, but you assure her that you have no problem at all being her chauffer. she does enough for everyone around her as it is <3 (she still DD's tho that's a non-negotiable)
──˚₊𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭
୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, she is a passenger princess. no, this was not of her own volition, nor did she get a say. not after she rolled her window down at a red light to tell the jackass who cut her off alllll about himself. her first few trips in the passenger seat are spent with crossed arms and a pout (and when she was particularly annoyed, she'd do that thing where she turned her entire body away from you and faced the window so you knew just how begrudgingly she'd taken the spot), but nowadays, she's fully embraced her role as passenger princess. she likes being on aux, or reaching over to play with your hair- and oh, she takes the best naps in the car. just sleepily reaches over for your arm, wraps both of her own around it like you're a teddy bear (for all intents and purposes, you are vi's teddy bear) and conks the fuck out. it's safe to say she's come to appreciate what the passenger seat has to offer, and every once in a while, you'll even let her flip off the shitty driver that nearly hit you while they were merging because that's love
──˚₊𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚
୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, ambessa is a passenger princess, but she won't let you touch the wheel either. instead, she hires a chauffeur, and the two of you sit in the back of the BMW together. she always has a possessive hand on your thigh and a proud grin on her face, and when you ask her what she's smiling at, she'll just say you look pretty in that dress you picked out on your trip to milan; that those diamonds look so much better around your neck than they did on the display in new york; that luxury suits you well. her secret, though, is that driving makes her a nervous wreck. she'd hired a chauffeur long before she met you, because she truly cannot stand driving. it's completely overwhelming, but again, ambessa would never admit this; would never admit a weakness. not that it concerns you, anyway. the only thing you should be concerning yourself with is sitting in the back of the BMW and looking pretty like you always do.
──˚₊𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧
୨ৎ grayson lovesss driving you around, so its safe to say that 𝐧𝐨, she would rather you take on the role of passenger princess in your duo. she loves the way the sun peeks in through the window and catches your eyes during golden hour joyrides, the way that the cabin of her car smells like your perfume as you're on your way to dinner in the city, the way you giggle as you stick your hands out of the sunroof during late-night drives. she loves the mundane, too; opening and closing your door for you every single time you enter or exit the car, dropping you off and picking you up from work, rolling up to a drive-through and resting her hand on the small of your back with a warm smile as you lean over and order your favorite milkshake. you are grayson's princess, through and through, spoiled rotten. essentially, whenever there's a chance for her to keep you from lifting a finger, she's taking it.
now for my TLOU II ladies...
──˚₊𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬
୨ৎ hell 𝐧𝐨, she all but gets off on you being in the passenger seat of her truck! and i could leave it at that! but of course i'll elaborate. on a real note, ellie does prefer to drive because she prefers to be one who's focused and in control on the road. if you insist, she'll let you drive, but it has to be in your car. no one drives ellie's truck but ellie. and yes, you tease her about it all of the time, but she lets you, because there's nothing like picking you up from work and smoking you out, watching with an amused smile as you get all loose and giggly in the passenger seat. and if you do the thing where you look up at her through heavy eyes, batting your lashes and asking for another hit in that voice you know makes her melt, she'll just hand the the joint over with a smirk pulling at her lips, knowing damn well her passenger princess is about to find herself laid out in the backseat.
──˚₊𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
୨ৎ so here's the thing: abby is suchhhh a backseat driver. it's one of the only things you fight about, and when you do, it gets ugly, because you know abby and that damn ego. she thinks she's right about everything. but it isn't one of these fights that lands her in the driver's seat for good; instead, it's the third missed turn in a row on a road trip back to your hometown. she asks you to pull into a gas station, and you assume it's so that she can figure out where the fuck you guys are and reroute the GPS, but then she reaches over to place her hand on your cheek and asks you- in that soft voice she only uses when she's speaking to you- to let her take over. and you realize, she was never trying to give you a hard time for your terrible sense of direction. she just wants to take care of her baby. so, you and abby decide that, 𝐧𝐨, she is not a passenger princess. plus, you've gotta, admit; she looks damn good with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.
and last, but certainly not least, my favorite womanizer on the list:
──˚₊𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 (𝐀𝐂: 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲)
୨ৎ gonna try not to make this super thirsty or super long but gods help me she makes it hard. anyway. not sure why, but i headcanon modern!kass as being kind of a car girl. not in an obnoxious douchey way, though. she just likes nice cars. she's got a fancy sports car, manual like she's used to driving back home in greece, still spotless inside and out despite her having had it for years. so, needless to say: 𝐧𝐨, kassandra is not a passenger princess. not with a car that sexy. not when it drives that nice. sexy sports car aside, kass is a gentlewoman, so she prefers to drive you around regardless. the one time you convinced her to let you take the wheel was toward the beginning of your relationship; she'd just gotten back from her annual trip to kefalonia, and you offered to drive her home from the airport, expecting that she'd curl up in the passenger seat and get some much-needed rest. instead- despite the near 24 hours of traveling she'd just endured- she couldn't keep her damn heart-eyes off of you. eventually, she couldn't keep her hands off of you, so she booked a room in a nice hotel for the night. just to break up the trip home. no other reason. (okay that's a lie but can u blame her u hadn't seen each other in a month!) you don't get to drive her back home from the airport again, though, because it only took that one month away from you for her to decide she wouldn't be going back to greece without you.
thank you all for being passenger princesses in the ride that was my 2 am thoughts.
Summary: Two best friends are hopelessly in love, showing it in every touch and glance except the words themselves.
Everyone in the Lanes knew it.
They knew it by the way Vi’s hand always found you first in a crowd, fingers hooking into your belt loop like it belonged there. How you leaned into her space without thinking, shoulder pressed to her chest while she wrapped an arm around you like it was second nature. By the pet names that slipped out so easily.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Vi would murmur when you were hurt, thumb brushing your cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, tough girl,” you’d tease back, grinning even as your hands stayed curled in her jacket.
Everyone saw it. Everyone felt it. Everyone waited for one of you to finally say it.
Everyone except the two of you.
You were best friends. That was the rule. That was the line neither of you crossed, even when it burned and ached so deeply.
Vi loved you in a thousand small ways. She loved you in the way she always walked on the street side, like she could physically shield you from the world. In how she checked your knuckles after fights even when her own were bleeding. In the way her voice softened only for you.
You loved Vi back just as fiercely. You loved her scars and her temper and the way she pretended not to care when she cared more than anyone. You loved how she trusted you, how she let you see her when the anger cracked and something vulnerable showed through.
And that was the problem.
Loving her like that felt dangerous. Loving you felt worse.
One night, you sat together on the roof, legs dangling over the edge, the city humming below. Vi had her jacket draped over your shoulders even though she was the one shivering.
“It’s okay babe, I don’t need it,” you said, trying to hand it back.
She pushed your hands down, fingers lingering, warm and familiar. “Humor me, cupcake.”
You laughed softly, but your chest ached. You leaned into her side anyway, head tipping against her shoulder. Vi immediately relaxed into you, arm sliding around your body, head resting on yours. Like you were only complete when connected.
You fit there perfectly. Too perfectly.
“Ever think about leaving?” you asked quietly.
Vi scoffed, but her grip tightened. “And go where?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere easier. Quiet.”
She looked down at you then, really looked, powder blue eyes searching your face like she was afraid of what she might find. Her thumb brushed your jaw, slow, absent, affectionate in a way that made your breath hitch.
“Only place that makes sense is wherever you are,” she said.
The words sat heavy between you.
You both felt it then, that pull, that moment where everything could tip one way or another. Vi’s face was so close. You could feel her breath. You wondered, just for a second, what it would be like if she kissed you. If she finally crossed that line.
Instead, you smiled and nudged her with your shoulder. “You’re such a sap.”
She laughed, relief and something like heartbreak flickering across her face. “Yeah, well. Guess that’s my thing.”
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Vi found herself in an altercation. As usual.
You patched her up like always. She sat still for you, which she never did for anyone else. Your hands were gentle and practiced. Lingering just a second too long over bruises and scars you knew by heart.
“You’re staring,” she said softly.
“Am not.”
She smirked. “Sure, sweetheart.”
Your eyes met. The room felt too small. Vi reached out, fingers brushing yours, pinky hooking around pinky like a promise neither of you dared name.
“I’ve got you,” she uttered quietly. Her sincerity gnawed at your heart.
“I know,” you replied, just as soft.
And that was the truth of it.
You loved each other in every way except the one that scared you most. You held hands in the dark. You slept pressed together when nights were bad. You defended each other like the world would end if one of you fell.
Everyone could see how much you loved each other.
You just couldn’t say it.
Not yet.
But the way Vi’s thumb traced circles into your skin, the way your heart still leapt every time she smiled at you like you were her whole world, it felt inevitable.
Like one day, the words would finally slip free.
But for now, that love lived in stolen glances, lingering hands, and everything you were too afraid to say.
PAIRING: vi x fem!reader
WARNINGS: no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
WORD COUNT: 323
NOTE: inspired by @collectivespit post
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you wrapped your arms around vi’s waist, pressing your cheek against her chest. she squeezed back, but it wasn’t enough. not for you.
“that’s it?” you mumbled, tilting your head up to look at her.
her brow quirked. “what do you mean, that’s it?”
“you’re holding back.” you whine.
vi barked a laugh and shook her head. “baby, i could break your ribs if i really hugged you.”
“so?” you shot back, pouting. “i want the real hug. don’t hold out on me.”
she smirked, but you saw the way her ears went pink. “you’re unbelievable. most people would be begging me to take it easy.”
“well, i’m not most people.” you tugged at her arm. “you think i can’t handle it? i trust you.”
for a moment she just looked at you. something softer flickered across her face before she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck. “you’re making this real hard, y'know.”
“good,” you said, smiling up at her. “now prove me right.”
vi sighed, muttering something under her breath, then crouched down a little so she could scoop you off your feet. her arms tightening around you, a little stronger than before, your body pressed flush against hers.
your breath catching when she actually lifted you, holding you up as if you weighed nothing.
“better?” she questioned.
you grinned, burying your face into her shoulder. “much, finally.”
she chuckled, the sound vibrating against you, she hugged you closer, her cheek resting against your hair.
“careful now,” she whispered, her voice much softer now.
“you’re gonna make me start liking this a little too much.”
you laughed quietly, pressing your face into her shoulder, “that’s the whole point.”
her jaw flexed, as if she was fighting a smile, she gave in. hugging you even tighter, just for a second. enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to hurt.
letting herself enjoy it this time.
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Vi is a pillow princess, she talks a big game but she’s such a bottom.
She’d revel in being pinned down and pampered. She’s let out the softest moans as her hands get pinned above her head.
Vi’s head goes foggy when she’s stuck in a vulnerable position at your mercy only to be worshipped and treated with tender love and care.
She has so much confidence in the streets but when she’s in the sheets she’s so vulnerable shy and embarassed about everything.
Like if it’s been a week since she trimmed down there, is it noticable? Do you like it? God, what if she fucked this all up? Her thoughts would run wild.
Kiss her thigh and tell her she’s a good girl and Vi will crumble
Imagine Vi getting self conscious about how wet she’s getting from you. You bring her to climax and she squirts just a little bit and she’s mortified because she thinks she just pissed all over your bed. Her face goes red and she burrows her face in your pillow hoping to just sink into the floor.
Wrap your arms around her and kiss her neck and cheek let her know you don’t care and that’s it’s easy to clean up if she’s so concerned about it.
summary; reader and violet enjoy one of the very few lie ins they get.
warnings; extreme amounts of fluff
tags; @chrstbll @night-witchx @bettysrivervixen
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You let out a quiet breath, your eyes squinting slightly due to the bursts of light coming through the half closed wooden shutters. Rubbing your eyes, you shift your body gently so you could see the blonde girl curled up in your arms.
By nature, your hand caresses her cheek as your lips meet her forehead in a loving act of waking her up. After a moment, her body stirs slightly as her eyes flutter open, meeting your loving gaze.
A small smile arrives on Violet’s face when she looks at you, the smile turning into a sly grin after a moment. “Were you watching me sleep?”
You don’t even blush when she teases you. You loved her so much that you took pride in making sure she got the affection she deserves. “Of course I was, babe. Look at you—you’re stunning and gorgeous.”
A laugh leaves her lips when a deep red blush coats her cheeks, shying away from your gaze at the compliment. “Why are you laughing? Is loving my girlfriend so hilarious?” You laugh with her, your arm that she was lying on suddenly pulls her even closer to your body if that was possible.
Violet, now lying on top of you, rests her chin in the palm of her hand. “No, not at all Y/N. I just have this feeling in my body every time I’m with you and...I don’t know I just like it. I really really like it.”
You almost come to tears at her sudden confession, your heart clenching in your chest as it beats with so much love for the girl that lays with you. “God. What did I do to deserve you?”
She laughs again, “Not much. I’m pretty useless so if anything you should deserve way more than me.”
Taken back slightly at the self-deprecating comment, you give her a look of offense. “How dare you insult the love of my life like that! Take it back!”
Violet’s eyes narrow just like yours, a sort of staring contest going on between the two of you. “Nope, I refuse.”
Taking it as a challenge, you flip the two of you so that she is beneath you. Violet looks at you in confusion but as she notices your hands reaching up, her eyes widen in freight. “No! N-no!” Her pleas then dissolve into laughs as you tickle her.
Her body squirms and her laughs fill the room and probably the entire school. After a couple minutes of constant tickling she finally gives, “Okay, okay, I yield! Now p-please stop tickling m-me!”
You eventually stop tickling her, reluctantly though of course, Violet hating herself was the absolute worst thing to you. Violet’s arms loop around your neck as she reaches up to place a suave kiss on your lips. When she pulls away, you’re left breathless. If anyone saw the two of you they’d think that you were both utterly in love with each other, which was very true.
“Before you started tickling me...Did you call me the love of your life?” She asks shyly, still a little bit surprised by herself from kissing you so suddenly.
A giant smirk overcomes you as you nod your head proudly. “Yup, you’re stick with me now and I’m not going anywhere.”
She laughs softly, quickly kissing you then replying, “Well then, there is no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”
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Could I get no.37 (you look like you need a hug) for Violet from Black Butler? (wait are you reading the manga...?)
I have a few of the volumes so I’m in the process of reading it. I had to do some research to write this.
You were standing by the window, watching two droplet of rain race to the windowsill. It was a game you used to play as a child, and it only soothed you now, giving you something to focus on.
Your breath jarred in your throat and you stifled yet another sob, hot tears on your face. You were questioning your place in the world, and it hurt.
There was a soft sigh from behind you and you knew without turning around who it was.
“My love, you look like you need a hug.”
You didn’t look away from the window, but you nodded, and before you knew it, warm hands were holding your upper arms, turning you around to face his chest. His hands curled around, coming to rest on your back as he held you tightly, murmuring his utter love and adoration for you in your ears.
He loved you, and he would be with you until the end of your days together.
