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[vander-affectionate]

its me, probably one of fhe worst times to post but idk if this is getting finished so here ya go, some vander with fhe kids but not much else. shorter than i'd like but i love it all the same, this is for you my dearest rebloggers, minors do not interact with my fluff, im trusting you to be regulate yourselves and ageless blogs gtfo

It’s spring. The months where people are out and about more often than not. It’s the months where people don’t frequent bars as often and months where break-ins are more frequent. You’re not too worried about those. Not when you’re breathing in the peppery cedarwood scent that wafts off Vander from the many nights of wiping counters and the faint tarry, smoky smell from his pipe.

His arm around your waist pulls you closer and grunts when your leg brushes the semi hard on between his legs. It’s not to be acted upon. That much is obvious when he grumbles and leans down to wedge his face between your cheek between you and the pillow.

You hear muttering and you hum, trying to get your thoughts together when your hand, dwarfed on his bicep, rubs up his bicep until a long hum is rasping from his chest. It’s a pretty sound that always makes your heart leap. His face doesn’t move an inch from where he’s wedged it between your cheek and the cotton stuffed pillow. His breath is hot when he murmurs near your ear.

“S’ a weeken’. An’ sprin’.” he slurs, pecking your cheek lazily. “Sleep.”

Your eyes are heavy and almost heed the instruction until you hear a distant clanging. Vander pulls you so you’re half on top of him so he’s your pillow and you’re his to cuddle apparently.

“Ignore it.” He mutters, arms tightening around you. The warmth he emits makes you think better of the conscience in your head and you sink easily into him. “S’ a mess for later.”

The door squeaks only slightly, but you both dismiss it in favor of getting a little more sleep. But the bed dips near your feet and continues until you feel something settle on Vander’s side. The bed sinks again and again and again. Sleep is slipping away, but Vander is not having it.

“There’s no way they’d still be in bed if they remembered.” Claggor slinks down on the bed to fit perfectly in the bend of your legs and rests his head on your thigh. “Maybe we should wait for tomorrow.”

“No. We’re going today.” Mylo is insistent and starts bouncing on the bed. Vi joins him and you can hear Powder stifling a laugh from the left side, Vander’s side of the bed.

You groan, knocking on his chest, “Do something.”

“They’re yours before sunrise.” He knocks on your waist.

You sit up, squinting as you find they’re all dressed and in gear. If the sun hasn’t risen then today must be one of those days. You smirk, “Something big must be going on for all four of you to be awake at the same time, especially this early.”

Vi jumps off the bed and onto the floor. “I told you they forgot.”

Powder holds up one of Vander’s old maps and you sigh, shaking your head. “You promised.” She sings, waving the paper and you knock on Vander’s chest.

“You promised.” You laugh, rubbing your eyes.

“Promised what?” He sits up while you fall back into the mattress, grabbing his pillow and setting it underneath your head as you glance over how wild his hair had become from trying to tuck himself against you.

“The heist!” Vi crosses her arms. “We’re pulling that heist you promised today.”

Vander thinks, scratching his beard, “Promised, eh?” He shoots Powder a smile, “Sure I didn’t say probably?”

You shove him in the back with your foot and it earns you a playful glare, “You crossed your heart.”

He motions for Vi to hand him a pillow and Powder is scrambling to get out of the crossfire, “Did I now?”

You’re laughing before Vander even swings his pillow and you throw one at him, ducking so that it hits Vi square in the face. Claggor and Powder struggle to yank Vander off the bed and somewhere between Vander accidentally hitting Mylo with his pillow, you’d convert the other two into your army before Vander was on the floor with his feet in the air, laughing when you stumbled off the bed and land right on his chest.

“Come on!” Mylo’s trying to drag Vander up, but you’re getting up and nudging the big lug with your foot.

“You heard him.”

Vander waves, “Alright, alright- we’re coming. Go lock down the fort.”

They go scrambling out, decidedly splitting up to cover more ground faster. You’re about to get changed when Vander yanks you down to the floor with him in his mess of sheets and torn pillows from the pillow fight.

You smirk down at him, “Good morning, handsome.”

He chuckles and brings you down so his lips brush his. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

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[vander-affectionate]

vi or ekko x hotmess introverted reader?? IM SHITTING TEARS RN I NEED THIS

ahhh i got emotional, this is not for the event because i didn't feel i could address this as it was needed in twenty words

comfort from vi

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, angst to fluffish ending? maybe swearing? reader and vi are not oil n water, gn!resder?

You’ve never been more for Vi to handle. Both of you had your moments, of course. It was rare that something to this degree would happen. Sometimes you’d have to comfort Vi, in your moments Vi would encourage you, and rarer- she would witness you fall apart in front of her. She hesitated in the hall upon hearing a quiet sniffle from where you said you’d be and poked her head in to see that in the sanctuary of your room, you were crying.

“Hey,” She stood fully in the doorway and, peculiarly, you didn’t make an effort to hide your tears. Merely glancing at her with a heavy gaze weighted by an abundance of exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

You moved off your bed when she sat down much to her surprise. You’d always let her touch you, but not this time.

“It’s been a rough week.” Vi laid out on your bed, knuckles dragging over yours but you’d steered clear of her to stand alone in the middle of your room. “Come on, it’ll get better.”

Her coaxing fell on deaf ears.

“No it won’t.” Your tone was like that of stark winter cold. Vi was visibly stunned by it and yet she swung her legs toward your side of the bed, scooting to the edge closest to where you stood so she wouldn’t scare you off. “This always happens. What’s the point in trying to be good at anything if I’m always going to be last?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re good at everything. You’ve got a job that you love-”

“Vi-”

“I found that dream apartment you wanted I guess?”

“Vi-”

“And we celebrated our second year together last month-”

“Vi.” Her eyes found your figure when you’d hissed her name. “I’m not enough.”

The defeat in your tone makes her shoulders slump and somewhere in her ranting she’d gotten close to you, “Enough for what?

Her hands cup your cheeks and the intimacy doesn’t reach you, all it feels like is your space is being invaded and you can’t tell her what you want to tell her. About how all these hours aren’t adding up or giving your all isn’t turning out to be what you hoped. So you turn your gaze away.

“We have each other. And if you’re having a hard time, just remember that I love you-”

The hand strokes your cheek and you pull away. You don’t want to be touched. The hands grazing your arms make you jerk and you shove off Vi, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracks as it slips on a sob and you shout higher than you’d ever had in your life. “I don’t want to be loved, I want to be enough!”

Vi stands there for a moment and you turn your back to her, trying to pull yourself together. You’ve done something wrong. Your mind feels like it’s vibrating from how many thoughts are clanging around. You pushed what burdens you on her and now she’s going to leave, nothings been going right for weeks so what good are you if you can’t achieve anything- what are you worth without results?

“Sometimes… love isn’t enough. Sometimes hoping isn’t enough and sometimes everything you’ve got isn’t enough.” Vi says from behind you and you can feel her stare, slowly you brace yourself for those words that would top these horrible days off, but they don’t come. Instead, she continues, “Love can’t solve everything. Words aren’t enough for when you try with every part of you to reach the bar. I get it.”

Vi sits on your window, hand extended toward you. The fondness behind the look she gives catches you off guard.

“I don’t love you for all that you can give me. I love you for who you are and who you choose to be.”

Your breath catches in your throat because you know it’s never been the easiest for Vi to tell you her feelings. She was like a floodgate when you both got together, but moments like this with her were rare and despite every part of you wanting to go off and be alone, you listened.

“That’s why you tell me what’s too heavy for you, what hurts so that I can help you carry whatever it is. I want to hurt with you so you don’t have to hurt alone. I don’t care if you’ve got the highest marks of anyone who ever lived or if you can fry an egg without burning yourself.” Your eyes finally meet hers and you swallow, eyes flicking up to hers, “You are not supposed to balance the world on your shoulders. You’re not some footstool.”

“If you can’t talk about it all, that’s okay. If you don’t want to just- find me. Grab my hand and I’ll take you wherever you want to go, just don’t shut me out and I promise we’ll be okay. You don’t have to stretch yourself to be flawless.”

She stands so that she can press a kiss to your forehead and wraps her arms around you so you’re pulled into her.

“You don’t have to do better. You’re the best you that you’ve ever been and I love you for it.”

That makes you break completely in her arms and somewhere between rubbing your back and forehead kisses you’d ended up laying in bed with her, both clinging to each other in the barest of night clothes, listening to the outside world while time stands still in your room.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” you murmur into Vi’s arm that’s curled so your face is tucked into her elbow and her hand is stroking your shoulder.

“No.” she replies. “I’m not going to get mad at you for telling me how you felt.”

You nod, but she kisses your nape and her nose fits snugly where it dips.

“But I don’t care if you don’t think you’re enough.” She murmurs, “you’ll always be enough for me. So don’t go caving in on yourself, okay? Talk to me.”

You turn and her nose is atop yours from how close you are to each other, she kisses your forehead and smiles a little when you meet her eyes. “Thank you.” you offer a weak smile, but she merely pulls you close to her.

“It’s a pleasure.” she smiles into your shoulder, “I’ve seen you cry a few times, but now I’m not so intimidated by you.”

You lean back and can’t stop the small laugh that escapes your lips, “We’ve been together for two years.”

“And?” Vi raises her brows, “You’re perfect, how can I not be intimidated by you?”

You lean down to bury your face into her chest, “Have you seen yourself?”

“Fine, but can you say it back?” She rolls her shoulder so you’re facing her and she pecks your nose.

“Say what back?” you ask and she shrugs before you realize you never returned her affections earlier.

You wrap your arms around her neck with the tiniest of smiles, “I love you, too. Thank you.”

She sighs and closes her eyes, happy now that all is alright between you.

“Anything for you, cupcake.”

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[vander-affectionate]

Oooo vi and female reader?

Vi being too rough on her partner during sexy times and now shes making it up to her during aftercare with cuddles, snacks and a whole bunch of praise and kisses

this was good, i like practicing these from time to time, but i liked how vi's came out i think? she's always a sweetheart and i know she probs gets kinda shy. thank you for requesting, nonnie!

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact, use of safe word, some emotional time, tads of angst dabbled in, vi being sweet, fluff and hurt/comfort, implied sexc times

The moment your safe word hit the air, the atmosphere changed. Vi rose from between your legs, rubbing your shaking legs and watching you turn onto your back with your arms over your eyes. You wouldn’t let them down for anything and it was starting to worry her as you and her exchanged quiet words about what’d happened until she’d handed you one of her baggy shirts and watched you change with your back to her, but when you turned and hugged her, relief flooded you.

She sank immediately into your touch and wrapped her arms around you, sighing, “I got lost in my head, I’m sorry.”

You feel yourself smile against her cheek, “You stopped.” You lean back to look at her face and she’s staring at your shirt despite her being bare.

“Hey,” you cup her cheek and she nuzzles into your hand, eyes opened and dazed before they find you and they’re glassy.

“You’re not mad?” Her voice is small and you pull her down to lie on top of you so you can stare at her from where she’s above you.

“We’d have problems if you didn’t listen to me- we communicated, it wasn’t so bad, but I got overwhelmed.” You tell her honestly and you cup her face, “I still want what comes after though and I want it with you.”

Vi nods and the subtle shift of those pretty eyes is all the proof you need to know that you’d gotten through to her. She laid back on your chest while you washed her hair and received the sweetest kisses to your lips while you laughed and talked about everything that's been going on with this week that you hadn’t gotten to share in your rush to be close to each other earlier. She was drying off your body, rubbing the tension out of your sides while you laid on her this time around.

“Thanks for this,” she rubs your back even as you clumsily come to plop yourself on her chest. “You’re really-”

Her voice cuts off when she notices how intense you’re staring at her and you smile at how her eyes avert, “I’m what?”

She shrugs, murmuring that you’re lovely. It makes you laugh, but she shuts you up with a kiss that knocks the breath from your lungs. You cup her face when you both part and you realize you’ve never seen her look so openly enamored with you.

“Thank you for trusting me, even though I-”

You kissed her this time and she smirked at your soft grin, “You’re welcome and there’s nothing that ebbs at my trust in you. Ever.”

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[vander-affectionate]

the oh hellos are doing something to me, but i thought i'd pop in to tell you your favorite spams your phone when you don't give them their good morning texts and will be sighing when you finally pick up the phone. they're checking up on you, standing outside your door, waiting for the perfect moment to tell you they're waiting for you to open it and they totally weren't about to kick your door down to confirm your safety...

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