#shes 100% a daddy's girl but she needs that positive female influence in her life

[a-gal-with-taste]

Hey!! I wanted to say that I think your writing is lovely, truly. Could you please do a Vander x fem!reader? I’d love to see Vander notice Reader struggling with her lungs, and notices his smoking is only making it worse, though she never says a thing about it? And maybe the kids are concerned too, noticing how her health is going down. Thank you for your time and have a lovely day!

First non-Silco request, let's goooo! Love me some crimerat, but it's nice to shake up the pace every so often. I'm still working on writing Vander's character, I'm not familiar with him as I am with others, but I hope you don't mind if I use this to practice writing with the hellion-kiddos of the underground. I rewatched Episode 1 and had to squeeze them on into a story

Vander X F!Reader

Warning: Language, serious illness, minor blood, hurt/comfort, tobacco usage and second-hand smoking. Also first time writing some characters, so apologies if they seem ooc

As soon as the kids came to know they were safe, would be fed, and had a warm bed to return to at night, they were off running. Away, yes, but now that they knew they had a place to return to, they always did so, after a long day of wreaking havoc in the Underground.

Today was one such day, and considering the lateness of the hour was beginning to make those in the shadows more and more bolder, locating the children was becoming a greater necessity by the minute. "Mylo, I'm taking your picks for a week unless you tell me where they went." You said in your best parental-tone, earning a squawk and frantic shake of spiky hair as he continued to insist he didn't know.

"Clagger..."

"I dunno either! I thought it was our turn hiding, I didn't think to look." The boy flushed, reaching up to adjust his just-too-big googles in his sheepishness. You sigh, and wave a hand in assurance, pausing as you glanced down an alleyway. Premonition, and frankly, experience led you to glance further up, through the oversized pipes and gears jutting out between buildings... "Can you climb, or do I have to come get you?" You called up, your voice bouncing along the metal as it echoed upwards.

Violet, of course, hopped down without further ado, despising the very idea of help. "Tattletale," The older child snarled at Mylo, giving him a small shove that you halted with a look as the boy whined. "Hey now, be nice. You can pick up the game tomorrow." Turning back to let the two simmer their attitudes down, you squinted as you gazed up through the pipework, calling again, "Powder...?"

A beat, before a tiny hum sounded, an anxious tune that made your heart twist even as you rolled up your sleeves, voice calm as you called up, "Okay sweetie, I'm on my way, don't worry..." Holding out an arm as Violet quickly steps up, face twisted in determination, and independence, "No, Vi, I need you on the ground. Keep these knuckleheads from disappearing again, alright?" Said-knuckleheads let out twin indignant sounds at the idea of babysitting, but the pink-haired girl gave a sharp nod, fists tight at her sides as she leveled a gaze upwards to the jungle of pipes and metal her sister was stuck in.

After scanning the bars and pipes for a minute, you took a short running start before leaping, using the momentum to step off onto the building wall, and haul yourself up to the first level.

There was a beat of anxiety in the air as the children heard your rasp from that action alone. "I-i can go get Vander..." Clagger offered, starting to back up, but a tiny whine from high above made him stop. "Don't leave me! I-i can get down on my own, I promise-" "No, sweetie, you stay right there." You ordered, after catching your breath, taking a sharp inhale through your opened mouth before balancing with years of skill and survival on the pipeline. "Nearly there, okay? Just hang tight, monkey..."

You don't know when the rasping started, but the kids, primed and conditioned to take every new development with a mountain of suspicion, noted it instantly. At first taking it for sickness, Violet had been quick to hustle the other children away whenever you were in the room, peering suspiciously as if you were collaborating with your germs on how best to spread and compromise the youngsters health.

Anxiety for her flock soon included anxiety for you, leading her to reach out in little ways. Water shoved into your hand at a seconds notice. Running errands in your place, grunting and growling away your insistences that it was your job to carry the heavy objects. The other kids picked up on it too, helping out in their own, little ways to prevent from hearing the uncomfortable sound of your labored breathing, but no one said anything.

At least, no one said anything that made it's way back to Vander. Which is what you preferred, knowing the man already had more than enough on his shoulders, you didn't want the children to race off and worry him with what's probably just the consequence of a life down in the undercity.

"Hey, spidermonkey. Climbed a bit too high?" Your joke comes out as a wheeze, but the pinched, anxious look on Powder's face melts a bit at your joking tone as you balance on the thin catwalk she's huddled on. Thankfully not as high as you anticipated, but after taking a moment to catch your breath, you hold your arms out which leads to her instantly latching onto you. "... 'orry," She whimpers into your ear as you need another moment to catch a breath with her arms locked around you.

"Don't sweat it, sweetie." You said, turning your cheek to press a quick peck to her temple. "Listen, how about you get on my back, we'll climb down, and then later we'll stop by that food stall you like. I know her bread rolls are your favorite..."

The blue-haired girl was already perking up, and she couldn't restrain a giggle at your pout and heavy sigh at the end. "I'd like yours too, if you didn't burn 'em!"

"I make them crispy, thank you very much."

Another few chuckles that calmed her down some, but her grip around your neck was still iron-clad as you secured her heels on your hips, standing up with hitched breath as you gazed down. Violet was staring up, on the verge of mutiny as she met your gaze while you caught your breath from the trial of simply hoisting a girl onto your back.

Taking a small breath, ordering your lungs not to start a rebellion that could doom you both, you whispered to Powder to hang on tight, before hopping down to the next pipe-level.

A squeak from behind as you staggered, hand catching yourself on rusted metal as you let out a soothing hush. Another breath, ragged more than the rest, before you dropped another two levels, catching yourself on a oil-slick pipe.

"S'okay, we're okay..." You had to take a minute to close your eyes, breathing slowly as you kept your body still and calm. Then a hoarse cough suddenly yanked from your lungs, one that couldn't stop, and you slipped.

"Shit!" "Oh no!" "Powder!" "Language!"

Somehow, you landed on the ground with Vi racing to tug the immobile girl from your back, as you pressed your palm to your mouth to stifle the cough. Your knees were stinging smartly from the impact, after managing to catch yourself at a lower level before, ungraciously, dropping down the rest of the way. But your chest was feeling some true pain from the laboring task, and as you finally managed to suck in a wet, but stable breath, you pulled your oddly sticky hand from your mouth...

"... I killed her, there's BLOOD!" Powder's screech made your ears ring as you quickly curled your fist to hide the evidence from the kids crowding around you, but it was too late. "N-no, kids, really, i'm..." You wheezed as you raised yourself on shaky legs, and even though he looked pale from the sight, Clagger immediately reached over to help you up onto your feet. "I'm fine..." You finished lamely.

"Bullshit, I'm telling Vander." "No." You said to Violet immediately with a frown, looking at other the kids firmly. "I... I know some guys. They can take a look at what's up with me. Do not bring this to Vander unless I bring it up with him, understood?" The casting of glances between the four made you nervous, and you put on a stony expression as you held your hand out, pinkie extended.

"Swear it, or I'm hiding your lockpicks, wrist-wraps, tools and no food stall trips. For a year." Each kid, besides the equally-stony pink haired one, gawked at your gall. Begrudgingly, Mylo and Clagger stepped up, too attached to their precious, sometimes questionable passtimes to risk losing them despite their worry for you, but Violet held Powder's hand to keep her at her side. Your frown deepened as you saw the mutiny in her icy blue eyes. "Vi..."

Jaw tensing, and hand tightening around Powder's, the girl whipped around and raced off. Knowing exactly where she was going, and knowing you had zero chance to even begin to break the distance between you two, you stood, and began walking back to the tavern to face the music...

-

The music was quite lovely, actually. Vander already had your favorite album playing in the background as you staggered in. That always put you in a good mood, which is why he always played it when you were about to have an argument.

You didn't feel betrayal when you saw Vi give you a glare as you walked in, still holding a worried looking Powder. Ushering the boys along, you saw the eldest give an uncertain glance before she finally moved her sister and brothers back to the door to the basement, leaving you and Vander alone in the tavern. Weekday, so it wasn't surprising, but you could imagine him ushering out a few remaining patrons before you walked in.

"I'm already planning to see someone," You announced quietly as you took the barstool closest to him as he was wiping down the counter. "Maybe go up to the Lanes for a bit, get some fresher-air."

"Were ya going to tell me? Or just shove off?"

You frown at the accusation. "Van, of course I would've told you. I wouldn't run out on you and the kids like that." The larger man huffed a bit, reaching for his pipe abandoned behind the counter. "Right, you wouldn't run off but ya would keep the kids from telling me you've been hackin' out a lung after every jog."

Smoke soon arises as he raises the pipes to his mouth, bushy brows furrowed as he raps his fingers on the counter. You swallow, and open your mouth to reply, but you speak only with coughing. Your partner immediately swears, slipping around the counter to put a hand on your back to try and help clear your airways. "Shite, poppet..."

After a moment, your coughing returned to hoarse breaths, and your reached behind you as Vander's large hand traveled up to your shoulder. Covering his with your much smaller own, you swallow and turn to look at his worried, pinched expression. "... It's the pipe, Van."

A slow blink, and you sigh, again needing to swallow air before you can speak again. "I know... it's stressful, taking care of all of us. Taking care of this city, much as we can. I know you don't have many things to cool down at the end of the day but... I don't have the lungs you've got, from the mines."

"... ya saying I caused this-" "No." You said, firmly as you squeezed his fingers with your hand. "No, I'm sure this has been a long time happening, honey." Where Vander grew in the deepest, darkest parts of the underground, you lived on the Lanes, practically within view of Piltover. The air was still tinged with the toxins, but the salt of the harbor had been clean enough in your youth. Since your departure into the undercity, you knew your body would have to get used to the clogged, dense air surrounding you, that others seemed to inhale with little to no problems, having been born into it.

Your body either had to get used to it, or rebel, and unfortunately, it looks like it was firmly the latter camp.

The pipe was put out, but he didn't remove his hand from your shoulder. "... I should've known better." "And I should've said something. We're both dumbasses," You assured him, turning in your seat to cup his face, giving him a small smile as you gently scratched at his beard to get his attention. His eyes flicked up to yours, and though he didn't turn warmer, you leaned into that hand that softly cupped your cheek.

"... You've gotten paler." "Long time from the sun." "... You said you knew some guys." "I'd trust at least two with the kids. I'll be fine, back up and running in no time."

He sighed, and his thumb gently brushed at your cheek. "'M sorry. I should've noticed." "Again, I should've said something. Dumbass parent we are, making the kids need to point it out for us." There was finally a small smile at that, and you turned, pressing your lips to his palm. "Vander, I'll be okay. We'll figure something out, we always do."

A small nod, as he made the quiet suggestion of asking the Enforcers for a favor. As the peacekeepers between the two, he had the best chance of not getting laughed at for such a request, but you still found yourself hesitating. "... Let me try my guys first. We can see what Topside might be able to help me with then, okay?" A beat, then you smiled gently at him, and he finally closes the gap, bringing you into one of those deep, enveloping hugs that immediately warmed you down to your soul.

"'M sorry," He stresses into your hair, and you hummed, swallowing another round of hacking to murmur assuringly. "I know, honey, I know you are..." Suddenly, if not for your man's grip of you, you would've gone flying from the lunge Powder gave as she finally got sick of eavesdropping, eager to be close to you. You heard a muffled apology for today's stunt as she buried her face into your side, and gave a small sigh with soft assurances, running a hand through her hair before glancing up at the others.

"... c'mon boys, bring it it." You ordered with a small smile, your two sons hesitant, but still quick to latch on to you and Vander.

You held them for a minute, hiding a smaller cough behind your fist as you glanced over to Vi, who was watching with a stern expression and arms crossed tightly over her chest. You would never be able to replace the mother she lost, she had always made it quiet clear, but you still gave her a matronly soft smile, letting the invitation hang in the air between you two.

"... I'm not saying sorry for tellin'." She insisted in a grunt as she latched onto the pile, all six of you together before an uncertain future. You could only chuckle, for a moment, lungs free from coughs as you whisper back to her, "Good, because I was planning to thank you."

#give Vi a mom figure you cowards #shes 100% a daddy's girl but she needs that positive female influence in her life #first time writing Vander idk how i did? #i think a B- #he's good but not my favorite but i hope i did him justice #my writing #vander x reader #arcane vander #arcane powder #arcane vi #arcane mylo #arcane clagger #vander x you #arcane #lol arcane

[veroniicaflores]

task 001: character introduction.

(admin tangerine, 21, est) ☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel? it’s VERONICA FLORES, a BISEXUAL CIS FEMALE, who looks a lot like NATHALIE KELLEY! NIKKI’s insta bio says SHE is a STYLIST and is looking for a fun time this summer. SHE is into DADDY KINK & GROUP SEX, but not into SCAT & BLOOD PLAY. by the way, SHE reminds me of ORANGE POPSICLES & COLORFUL SUNSETS.

quick infos:

full name: veronica eleanor rosemary flores (i swear i have never watched dynasty EVER and i was told this is the last name of nat’s character.... too late)

dob: august 23rd 1988 (she’ll turn 31 this year)

pob: las vegas, nevada.

kinks: daddy***/mommy kink, mild roughness,  group sex, public sex, receiving oral (eat her out good and she’ll marry you... too soon) although she enjoys giving oral to girls and/or strap-ons/dildos, mutual masturbation, nipple play, hair pulling squirting, spanking, consensual somnophilia.

anti kinks: blood play, wax play, electric stimulation, bondage, very rough sex, scat, foot play, humiliation & extreme anal (fingering and butt plugs are fine, but there will be very rare anal sex).

3 favorite things: dancing naked at 2am to some electronic music or old rock songs, italian gelato (she’d give you a handjob for a raspberry gelato) & puppies videos on instagram.

3 things she hates: spiders or bugs of any sorts (excluding spider man or ant man or black widow wink wink), people who lack of respect & compassion, bad hair days.

+2 positive traits: easygoing & compassionate

-2 negative traits: gullible & jealous

wanted connections:

ex-husband: idk where i’m going with this, but i have a feeling this would be so interesting if he’d come back to the hotel and they’d reconnect after a few years of being apart and not speaking. bonus points for high sexual tension and cute stuff! 

daddy and/or mommy: just that “caring, loving but also can please all your needs” vibe. spoiler alert, she won’t be the mommy, she’s too much of a sub for that.

femme fatale: just a woman, preferably younger whom nikki just can’t resist. someone with dominant tendencies. or someone around her age too! 

friends with benefits: GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS 

sexual tension: it says it all. 

headcanons

childhood + teenage years + early twenties:

only child of a loving family of restaurant owners, veronica inherited the best conditions to become a traditional girl from a just as typical and traditional family. she was loved by her parents, she loved them. she learned to cook at a very young age and had a noticeable talent. she was the preppy girl from the picture perfect family. she had a dog, alfredo, that she rescued from the streets and who became her only friend for most of her childhood.

in high school, she bonded with a pair of twin siblings who came from a completely different background. from what she knew, their parents were big gamblers and lost most of their savings in casino nights. these people had that edge and gave that down to earth vibe nikki admired yet could not completely comprehend. they were a dynamic trio that balanced one another perfectly. jack (npc) was a total artist who encouraged nikki to express herself, valerie (npc) was very analytical and had a talent at reading through nikki while nikki herself was that sweet figure who was easy to please and could easily please everyone.

when they graduated, valerie confessed she had no idea what she would be doing with her future with no money at all. they were sitting in nikki’s family restaurant and drinking beer in cask with nostalgia and a part of sadness. jack had big plans, he found an apartment in san francisco and wanted to become a graphic designer. nikki, however, was torn between taking over the family business or making a living of her own. that was when valerie drunkenly suggested to work at one of the newly opened strip clubs nearby their neighborhood.

so she did.

she turned 18 when she realized she had lost so many years to living in a mold she no longer fit in. she was more than just preppy church outfits and cooking sundays with her mother, she was more than a daddy’s girl who washed tables when the restaurant was closed. what did adults always say? a good education promised a good future, so, veronica applied to the college of southern nevada for a degree in communications with a minor in women’s studies. she had no idea where she was heading, but it was a start.

her parents contributed by driving from class to home every day, they paid her more adult looking clothing and they finally gave her the freedom she never knew she needed until she reached majority.

although jack disappeared from her life, valerie remained very present. they did as they agreed and found a job at a high end strip club in vegas. they made good money instantly without having to do nasty stuff nikki had never been introduced to. within a few months, they saved enough to get matching tattoos, new jewelry and pay for valerie’s apartment. the club provided a living area a few blocks away, but valerie felt better living on her own. nikki tried to mingle and fit in with the other girls, but they were too different. maybe it was the education, maybe it was the background, but the trashy side of this job did not interest the italian girl more than that.

veronica worked as a stripper during college until she graduated with a degree that would soon become irrelevant and useless. with contribution from her parents who never even judged her for her job (it was true nikki did tell them it was just a dancing studio) and with her savings, veronica moved out of nevada and headed to california.

now

she worked in clothing stores, in malls and eventually in expensive boutiques. the other sellers and all the clients noticed she had a talent for matching outfits, accessories and every details making sure the person who wore them would be at their best. eventually, she started doing this as a side line. she promoted her skills on social media and got quite the hype. she worked for magazines and influencers. she became a private stylist as well. no rest for the wicked! 

along the way, she met the man who would become her husband. they really had a perfect marriage. being career driven and uncertain of being able to meet her parents’ expectations, she could not lie to herself. the marriage ended in a peaceful and respectful divorce. she is still convinced he is the love of her life. 

at 26, she started a youtube channel when she became a bit bored of her casual job. on her channel (youtube.com/user/floralpatternslover), she does a lot of hauls, diy accessories, storytimes, recipe tutorials and various challenges. she has 2 millions subscribers and just as many instagram followers. nikki lives off of that more nowadays. she tries to post at least once a week on youtube to keep the ad revenue coming. 

she makes a lot of money, but she really doesn’t act like it. she thrives on late night trips to 7/11 or on dollar store snacks and stuff. she gives a lot of money back to charity, and clothes back to other organizations as well. similar to chris klemens, 

headcanons

BIGGEST SUB AND BABY ENERGY YOU HAVE EVER MET. she’s just... so willing and vulnerable, it’s crazy. make sure your muse can handle that!

she will never take the lead, or, well, almost never. if she feels really needy, she might initiate things and suggest certain positions and actions, but otherwise, you choose and she obeys.

she works with clothes all the time, love clothes, sleeps on her bed covered with clothes because she’s too lazy to put them back in her walk-in closert... yet she would live naked 24/7 if she could. she goes from 0 to 100 real quick when it comes to exhibitionism!

she LOVES sex. passionate sex. sex for sex. group sex. watching sex. she’s really into it. it takes her mind off everything else. 

once again i repeat i have never watched dynasty and now i’m playing two fcs from the show TALK ABOUT A COINCIDENCE i’m sorry about the last name thing, i just thought it fit 

alsoooooo i was very attached to lea as a fc generally, but especially for nikki. it was hard choosing someone else :( i hope nathalie can fit!

#lvhtl.intros #about nikki. #lvhtl.tasks

[gingeredroots-blog]

I Didn't Plan for This...

Childhood dreams aren’t made of visions of blended families and step-motherhood. Thanks to classic fairytales the latter alone conjures images of a wicked woman, a la Lady Tremaine, filled with jealousy, hatred, and deceit. Even worse, due to these well known stories the stepmother seems to equate to the crumbling of the very sacred relationship between the princess and her father. Silly as it may sound the imagery is powerful and it sticks. I remember being an 11-year-old girl, sizing up any and every woman my father introduced to me, and thinking in my head, You don’t belong here.

Fast forward a bit to age 15. It was the first time I sat down to watch the movie Stepmom. A part from this specific topic, the movie didn’t have a large impact on me. But, I do remember having a few very specific thoughts walking away from it:

Wtf is snow-blowing? (I still don’t think I completely understand this)

Extreme and utter sadness. If in that situation, how would I cope in a world without my mother? How would I handle the loss of someone so engrained in my world and monumental to who I’ve become?

In no way shape or form would I want to be in Isabel’s shoes, up against the power house that is Jackie. The family unit is clearly no longer in the classic sense. But, members of the family are holding onto the memory of what once was, clinging onto those roles, and when they feel they’re threatened they resist and retaliate. Isabel is the threat and the brunt of all retaliation. Thanks, but no thanks.

Fast forward to an almost 30-year-old Danielle and reality sinks in. It’s 2017 and there’s no longer a concept of a “normal” family unit. People no longer feel the need to cover up an unplanned pregnancy with a shotgun wedding, many couples are choosing to not get married EVER, women are choosing career over kids, men are marrying men, women are marrying women. What does this mean for me? Nothing really. Other than the older I get, the older the acceptable age range for men in my dating pool. The older this range gets, the greater the percentage of this dating pool includes SINGLE DADS… EEK! But, as anyone who has ever fallen in love knows, you love who you love. You can’t really help who you fall in love with. And, when it’s good and meant to be then there’s absolutely no fighting it. As an adult, I definitely wouldn’t not date a man because he has kids. I love kids! It’s just scary. I don’t want to be THAT woman in someone’s life.

If you happen to have dated someone with kids you quickly learn children are an extension of the person that you’ve fallen in love with. I love the mannerisms, thoughts, and shared interests that my significant other and his daughter share. She’s this extremely amazing little mini version of him. Watching the two of them interact only makes me love them both more and respect the bond that they’ve created.

In my personal situation, I've kind of had it easy. "My people" don’t seem to share the same ideas and scary concepts that I’ve held onto for all these years. They’ve both accepted me with open arms. I was expecting some sort of adaptation period. For 12 years their time has just been THEIR time. I’ve been very honored and touched  by her approach to me. She’s 12, so full of love, and has an intense desire to create a space that is all inclusive for the three of us. I’ve almost had to fight to ensure that they still get daddy-daughter time. We’ve not been the greatest about adhering to it, but we’ve made a rule that once a month they’ll have a daddy-daughter date night and do something special just the two of them. Unfortunately, all ideas sound great, then life gets busy. We have to work on that one.

The more we build this new space that is for our little make-shift family of 3, the more my thinking shifts and alters. When I grocery shop, I’m not just buying salad and yogurt for one. I’m trying to think of healthy snack options and planning menus so we all have balanced meals. What’s easy for lunch? Cheezits are her favorite, so those are a must. I’m constantly trying to think of fun things to do. Gardening, craft projects, introducing her to yoga… Beyond the tangible I look at this little lady in my life and I start to think  about the kind of influence I want to have on her life and the kind of woman I want her to be.

I want her to be forgiving. It’s not always easy being the bigger person. It will challenge her and sometimes feel like it takes every piece of her to truly forgive. But, I want her to understand how empowering forgiveness is. Holding onto hate and anger only gives others power over your life and I don’t ever want her to give up HER own power.

I want her stop trying to please everyone. People pleasing is something many of us can admit to and I already see it in her. She’s 12 and she sets her own wants and desires aside so that people around her will be happy. I don’t want her to feel like her desires aren’t good enough, no matter how large or small. Of course there’s a perfect balance, but the next 10-20 years of her life are for exploring and I don’t want her to hold back one bit. I don’t want her to make certain decisions based on what she thinks her parents or other family members want her to do. I want her to follow her heart and to believe in her dreams whole heartedly.

I want her to be bold and I want her to be strong. More than anything, I want her to know that as a female, that’s okay. Enough said.

I want her to be ambitious and I want her to understand the importance of perseverance. This summer we’re going to do a goal challenge at her dad’s house, in which she’s going to set 3-5 goals. They can be small or large, but she will set them and works towards them each week. I want her to understand the importance of hard work, I want her to understand how to think about and meet what she perceives as a hurdle, and I also want her to see how sometimes our goal or the perception of the end goal can change based on our experiences along the way. This doesn’t mean that we have failed in meeting our goal, it just means that we’ve changed and that too should be honored and acknowledged. Aka, don’t be too hard on yourself.

I could go on for days about all of the things I want for her and the kind of person I want to be in her life. Long story short, being a “step mom” isn’t the scary picture I’ve held in my head for so many years. I certainly don’t feel like Lady Tremaine. Taking on this role and owning it 100% has only brought more love and happiness to my life and enriched my world in ways I never imagined. It challenges me and has forced me to change my way of thinking and being, for the better. Now my goals include ensuring I’m a positive influence in her life, a source of love and support, an outlet when needed, and a friend when appropriate. My weekend activities include family meals, swim meets and planning summer mountain vacations for the family. My life is so much more than I ever imagined. I hope she feels the same about the world we’ve built and having me in her life.

#stepmom #blendedfamily #completelyunexpected #perfectlyimperfect #wholesome #whosteachingwho #whole life #fullcircle #misperception #family #familygoals #familyislove #loveispower #nofear #reflection #i didn't ask for this #unplanned