𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐸. － 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆

𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 - 𝗩𝗶 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

(This oneshot was made for canvasofmymind, So I hope you enjoy, Lovely!

Tw's:
-None! Only fluff :)
-Hot mama Vi

Thats all for now!)

Vi's pov:

I hung out with the gang, talking about all the things wrong with piltover, as usual. It was getting late, and few people were left hanging around in the last drop. That certainly didn't help when someone walked through the door. Well, not just someone. It was her. The same girl who had walked in every day for the past month.

We talked at least three times a week, and had become friends over time. The beautiful female had ordered the usual from Vander, sitting at the bar. I intensely watched as she drank a shot and wrote something down in the cute notebook she brought everywhere. After a minute or two of staring, I felt her glance at me from the side, wearing a sad smile. Now was when I realized she was upset, and looked like she was on the verge of tears. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and never had I helped her through it, since we weren't close, but since the last time she cried in the bar, we had a talked a lot more; maybe about three hours every time she sat down.

"Vi? Vi? Hello~ you there, Vi?" Mylo waved his hand in my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Oh? Uh, yeah, yeah im here." I mumbled, turning back to him. "Great. So, what do 'ya think?" He grinned. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Uh, I gotta go." I stood up, looking back at the girl. "What? Why?" He wore a puzzled expression, then followed my gaze. "Ohhh! You wanna talk to your little girlfriend!" He laughed. "She's- She's not my girlfriend!" I sputtered out, feeling the light pink raise to my cheeks. "Yeah, Sure! But you want her to be!" He laughed. I just walked away, flipping him off on the way over to the bar.

I approached the h/c female and leaned on to the bar. She stopped writing to look up at my looming figure. "Hey, stranger." I smirked.

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Y/n's pov:

"Hey, stranger."

I just sighed, returning to my notes with mixed in drawings. "Not today, Violet." I seethed out, scribbling harsher into my paper. "Woah, you ok?" She now sat down, worry tracing her face. "Im fine, ok? I don't wanna talk about it." I softened my tone, bur still dug the graphite of my pencil into the paper. "You sure?" She nudged me. "Yes, Violet! Im sure!" I raised my voice, loud enough to prove my anger, but quite enough to not attract attention.

The paper then tore from the pressure, causing me to groan in anger, and drop my head to the bar surface. I let out a sniffle, letting the built up tears fall. I heard Vi let out a small sigh before gently gripping my hand, making me move my head to look at her. "I've been around the block, and I see you cry alot, can I walk you home?" She muttered softly, with a comforting smile. My eyes widened at her sudden confidence, but nonetheless, I nodded. She lightly lifted me up, and walked me out the bar. For some strange reason, no matter how shity my day was, it already felt better.

I lived fairly far from the last drop, so around thirty minutes passed as me and Vi made small talk. She was clearly trying to distract me from what made me upset with silly topics and conversations, wich was sweet. Nobody had ever done that for me. I could see my house in the distance, which obviously made me upset. I didn't want this night to end. It was one of the best nights I've had in a while.

"So, Cupcake, you single?" She smirked down at me. I just scoffed and shook my head, smiling. "Cupcake?" I scoffed with a laugh. "You try to hard, Vi." She just chuckled softly, as we neared the street. I stopped when we arrived at the small building I had spent years making my home. "Well, this is me. Thank you, Vi. For everything." I smiled and turned with the intent to walk to my door.

"Now wait a minute, Cupcake. You never answered my question." She smiled at me mischievously, awaiting my answer. I stood shocked for a second, quickly recovering and turning around.

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Vi's pov:

What. The. Fuck. Am. I. DOING?!

She slowly walked towards me, stopping a foot away. "Maybe I am, maybe im not. What's it matter to you?" She now held the smirk that I had teased her with all night. "I don't know, you tell me." I stepped closer to her, and she did the same. "Yeah, I am single." She was now close enough to the point that I could feel her soft breath on my jaw. "Hm. That must suck." I jokingly pitied her.

"Why don't we change that?" I grinned at her, leaning down so our noses were practically touching. She scrunched her nose, humming. "I don't know.." she pretended to think. I couldn't take the tension anymore, finally sealing the small gap between our lips. The kiss was passionate, and gentle. She had positioned her hands on my forearms and the tips of my elbow, while I had held her head with one hand and her waist with the other. The kiss had been long, and before I knew it, I needed air.

We separated, and her arms dropped to her sides, then she slighly leaned back in her posture and slipped her hands into her pant pockets as she took a step back. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" She grinned at me, quickly recovering her breath. Me, on the other hand, had still been a panting mess. She had laughed at my shortness of breath, and I tried to catch my breath quicker. shortly after I did, I smiled again.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow,"

"Cupcake."

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