#home tutor for class VI | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

violetszn · 3 months ago

Text

two

summary ✩ you’ve noticed vi sneaking out at night for a while now, but when you finally ask about it, she just smirks and invites you along. you don’t expect to end up in a crowded club with her hands on your waist, or for the teasing to turn into something else entirely, blurring the lines between roommates and something else.

warnings ✩ 5.4k ✩ swearing, innuendos (a common pattern w/ vi), drinking, vi gets kinda touchy, reader gets pretty drunk

notes ✩ popping in to mention that i’m also posting this on ao3 under the same name <33

⇦ chapters ⇨

The smell of pizza and wings drifts through the apartment, making your stomach growl as you sink into the couch. You’d just gotten home from a tutoring session that went by surprisingly smoothly. Vi plops down beside you, tossing you a plate before grabbing a slice for herself. She grins, watching you grab your own slice.

"So," she says between bites, "how was class today? And… tutoring, right?"

You exhale, slumping against the cushions. "Long. Mondays drain the life out of me, but yeah. Tutoring wasn’t too bad, honestly. My student actually aced the exam we’ve been studying for, so that’s a win."

Vi smirks. "Bet that felt like a miracle."

"You have no idea," you say, rubbing your eyes sleepily. "What about you? How was your day?"

She leans back, stretching her legs out. "Not bad. Classes were fine, same old, same old. Spent the last hour giving a lesson to one of my students. She’s getting better, but her footwork still needs work. Keeps dropping her guard, which is just begging to get knocked out."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sounds rough."

Vi shrugs, biting into a wing. "Tough love. If she wants to learn, she’s gotta be ready to take a hit. It’s how I got better."

You shake your head, amused. The conversation flows easily after that, carrying on through dinner until eventually, the night winds down.

Vi stands, stretching her arms over her head, muscles flexing under the soft apartment lighting. She lets out a quiet sigh as she relaxes, then turns her gaze on you, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.

"Alright, I’m heading to bed," she says, stepping closer. Close enough that you can pick up the faint scent of her soap, her subtle woodsy, vanilla scent that just screams her.

But she doesn’t move away.

Instead, she tilts her head slightly, eyes flickering over you in a way that makes your skin warm. "You should get some sleep too, trouble. Hate to see you all worn out like this," she muses, voice dipping just slightly. Then, after a beat, she grins. "Well… maybe not hate it. The tired look is kinda hot on you. Maybe… I should wear you out more often?"

Your brain short-circuits. Did she just…?

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, but before you can think of a response — hell, before you can even process what kind of response would be appropriate — Vi runs her fingers up your hand, her touch slow, deliberate. Then, with one last amused glance, she steps away, disappearing into her room.

You just stand there. Frozen. Flustered. Why’s the room suddenly so hot?

You let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the counter before dragging yourself toward your bedroom. Once inside, you shut the door and lean against it, pressing your palms over your face.

God, how does she always leave you so flustered?

Shaking your head, you crawl into bed, snuggling up under the covers. Sleep comes quickly, your body sinking into much-needed rest.

Thud.

You jolt awake, heart hammering at the sudden noise from the living room. Your mind scrambles, still heavy with sleep, but a hint of anxiety creeps in at the thought of something – someone — being out there.

Logically, you know the chances of a break-in are slim to none. The apartment is secure, the locks in place. And besides, there’s a hot, strong woman sleeping in the room across from yours. Nothing would happen to you with Vi around… right?

Still, your nerves buzz as you quietly slip out of bed, stepping toward your door and peering out. The apartment is dim, shadows stretching across the floor under the glow of the streetlights outside. You move toward Vi’s door, knocking softly.

"Vi?"

No answer.

A small, uneasy knot twists in your stomach. You hesitate for only a second before pushing the door open.

"Hey, Vi, did you…?" Your voice trails off.

The room is empty. The bed is untouched, the sheets still smooth from when she made them earlier. Your pulse kicks up a notch. She’s gone. There’s no sign of her anywhere in the apartment.

You quickly retreat to your room, reaching for your phone, ready to call her, but then you hear it. The faint click of the front door opening. Slowly and carefully, you peek out through the crack in your door.

Vi steps inside, moving with the kind of careful precision that screams don’t get caught. She’s trying to be quiet, trying to slip back in unnoticed.

You watch, stunned, as she closes the door behind her and exhales softly. Her movements are practiced, like this is routine. Like she’s done this before.

She heads your way.

You barely have time to pull back, quietly shutting your door and throwing yourself back into bed. Your heart pounds as you force your breathing to even out.

You hear her bedroom door open, then close. Whatever she was doing, she clearly didn’t want to be caught. She doesn’t owe you an explanation, but… something about this doesn’t sit right.

You swallow hard, staring up at the ceiling. You’ll ask her about it in the morning. For now, you pretend you don’t know. You aren’t even sure why you feel so… odd about the entire situation. Maybe she needed to go help someone with something? Or maybe she needed to clear her head?

The number of completely normal reasons for her to be out so late should be enough for you to just shut your eyes and get over it. Unfortunately, your brain has other plans and you spend the rest of the night racking your brain for the most plausible explanation.

The next morning, everything feels normal. Or at least, as normal as it can feel after you spent the night convincing yourself of the most out-of-pocket reasons for Vi sneaking out late.

Vi moves around the kitchen, fixing herself a quick breakfast while you go about your usual routine. There’s no sign of the lack of sleep from last night, no stiffness in her movements, no indication that she snuck out at all. If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you’d never suspect a thing.

Still, the question lingers in the back of your mind.

You wait until the moment feels right, casual enough that it won’t raise her defenses. As you rinse out your glass, you finally go for it.

"Hey, so… where were you last night?"

Vi, who had been mid-bite of her toast, pauses just slightly. It’s quick, so quick you might’ve missed it if you weren’t watching her closely.

You continue, keeping your tone light. "I heard something fall, so I went to check, but you were gone."

For a moment, she just chews, like she’s thinking about her answer. Then, with an easy shrug, she swallows and says, "Couldn't sleep. Went out for a run to clear my head."

Her response is smooth, effortless. It should make sense. Vi is an athlete; a late-night run wouldn’t be out of the question. But the way she says it, like it’s been prepared in advance, makes something in your gut twist.

You lean against the counter, arms crossed. "At, like, three in the morning?"

Vi smirks, grabbing her glass. "Yeah. Helps me burn off excess energy." She takes a sip, then raises a brow at you. "Why? You worried about me, cupcake?"

Your face warms at the nickname, but you don’t let it distract you. You give her a look. "I mean, kinda? It was the middle of the night and that’s usually when it gets a little rougher out there. A little risky, don’t you think?"

Vi just chuckles, shaking her head. "I can handle myself."

She says it like it’s obvious, like there’s not a single doubt in her mind. And maybe there isn’t. You exhale, watching her, trying to decide if you should push further. But the way she’s looking at you; half amused, half like she knows you won’t get anything out of her, tells you it’d be a losing battle.

"Just… be careful. Please," you say finally.

Vi grins, reaching over to nudge your arm with her knuckles. "Always am. Don’t worry, cupcake."

Vi’s grin lingers, but there’s something unreadable in her gaze as she watches you. Maybe she’s waiting to see if you’ll push further. Maybe she’s already thinking of a way to shut you down if you do.

But you shake your head at yourself, exhaling a quiet laugh. “A walk makes sense though, sorry. You didn’t even have to answer that — I don’t know what I was thinking.” You awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even bringing it up. “You don’t owe me any explanation about where you were, you’re an adult. Just… I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Something flickers across Vi’s face. Something softer, less guarded.

“Yeah?” she muses, tilting her head slightly.

You nod. “Yeah.”

For a second, she just looks at you, like she’s trying to figure you out. Then, with a small smirk, she leans back against the counter, arms crossing over her chest. “That’s sweet, gorgeous. Didn’t know you cared so much.”

Your face heats up immediately. “I—I don’t—”

Vi laughs, pushing off the counter and stretching her arms over her head. “Relax, I’m messing with you,” she teases. “But really, I appreciate it.”

“You are… a menace, Violet,” I huff, turning off the sink as I finish cleaning my dishes. It’s quick and almost unnoticeable but Vi pauses, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink at the sound of her name coming from your lips. Normally she preferred Vi over anything but there’s just something about the way you sound saying her name. Violet.

“Yeah, you love it, cupcake.”

She sends you a wink, playing off her own flustered reaction, before grabbing her glass and strolling off. She leaves you standing there, heart hammering, still trying to process the way she always manages to leave you flustered.

A few more months of living with Vi, and the pattern is impossible to ignore.

She sneaks out often, seemingly always at night, always returning at some ungodly hour, trying – and failing – to act like she’d been there the whole time. By now, you know the signs. The way her door creaks open around 1 AM. The barely-there sound of her footsteps sneaking through the apartment. The quiet shuffle of the front door unlocking, then locking again. And then, without fail, she stumbles back in around 4 AM, sore and bruised in ways she never was the night before.

You’d let it go before. But now? Now it’s getting worrisome. You were scared she was doing something that could get her seriously hurt. Vander did say she could get herself into trouble sometimes. Was this it?

It’s the weekend, and the two of you are sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, having just finished a few intense rounds of a video game. Vi stretches, letting out a satisfied groan, then tosses her controller onto the coffee table.

“Damn, trouble, I almost had you that time.”

“You really didn’t, Violet,” you tease, nudging her with your knee.

Vi lets out an almost bashful laugh, turning her attention to the controller in her hand in an attempt to hide the blush that burns along her cheeks. She sets the controller on the coffee table, about to get up and head to her room, but you stop her before she can.

“Hey, Vi? Can we talk… please?”

She pauses, brow raising slightly, before flopping back down onto the couch beside you. “That sounds serious.”

You hesitate, shifting slightly. “So… you remember that night a few months ago? When you were out super late and I asked about it, and you said you were on a walk?”

Vi leans back, giving you a slow nod, like she knows where this is going.

You take a breath. “That… wasn’t true, was it?”

A flicker of something unreadable flashes in her eyes, but she keeps her expression neutral.

“You’re out nearly every weekend, Vi. You always come back late, sometimes looking like you got into something you shouldn’t have.” You look at her earnestly. “I’m not asking you to tell me everything, I just… I just wanna know that you’re safe. That you’re not in any danger or doing something that could get you seriously hurt — it’s honestly kind of freaking me out, not knowing what you’re up to or if you’re alright.”

For a moment, she says nothing. Her brows are furrowed, her lower lip tugged between her teeth as she anxiously chews at it. Then, a slow, sheepish smile tugs at her lips.

“Oh! You… noticed that, huh?” She lets out a short, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Look, it’s not what it looks like. I just… I like to go clubbing sometimes. A lot. Super late.”

You blink.

“Clubbing?”

Vi shrugs, forcing an easy grin. “Yeah. It’s kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. I like blowing off steam after a long week. Just dancing, drinking, y’know, nothing too wild.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “I sneak around ‘cause I don’t wanna wake you or convince you I’m some kind of party animal or whatever, but I guess I’m not too good at that, huh?”

It’s obviously a lie. There’s something about the way she says it, like she’s testing whether you’ll buy it or not. But you don’t comment on it. You figure, when she’s ready she’ll tell you.

Vi leans in slightly, eyes scanning your face. “Hey, actually… why don’t I show you? The club, I mean.”

You blink. “What?”

“If you don’t believe me, come with me tomorrow night,” she says, voice laced with amusement. “I’ll prove it to you. C’mon, cupcake.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, weighing the offer. If she’s lying, then maybe this is a chance to find out what she’s really up to. And if she’s telling the truth… well, maybe a night out with Vi wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“…Alright,” you say finally, crossing your arms. “But if I end up hating it, you owe me dessert or something.”

Vi smirks, eyes glinting with something playful. “Deal.”

She pushes herself up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head. “Guess you better make sure you have something to wear,” she teases, casting a lingering glance over you before heading toward her room. “Not that you won’t look hot no matter what you wear.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t fight the warmth creeping up your neck.

The next night, you stand in front of your mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress. It’s black, short, and hugs your body just right. Maybe a little too right. It makes you wonder why you’d even agreed to this? You’re not used to dressing like this, but if Vi is dragging you out to a club, you might as well look the part. The boots you slide on add just the right amount of edge, balancing out your outfit.

You take a steadying breath before stepping back, tilting your head as you take in your reflection. It’s fine. Totally fine. It’s just a club, and it’s just Vi. Nothing to freak out about.

Then there’s a knock on your door.

"You ready, trouble?" Vi’s voice is casual, but there’s something in her tone. Something smooth and expectant that sends a shiver down your spine. You swallow, clearing your throat before opening the door.

And you immediately regret it.

Vi is standing there, leaning against the frame like she owns the place. She’s got on a tight white top, black ripped jeans that sit just right on her hips, and of course, her usual leather jacket. Her hair has gotten long — or at least, longer than it was when you first met — strands falling past her sharp jawline, and her usual cocky smirk is nowhere to be found.

Because she’s staring at you. Hard.

Her gaze starts at your face, then drops lower, trailing down the curve of your dress, lingering on the way it clings to you. She shifts slightly, jaw tightening, before wetting her lips.

“Damn,” she mutters, voice a little rougher than usual.

Heat floods your face. "What? Is it bad? Should I change?"

“No! Fuck, no.” Vi lets out a slow breath, shaking her head like she’s trying to clear it. ”Don’t change. It’s nothing, just… shit, hot stuff, you tryna kill me?"

Your stomach flips, but you cross your arms, feigning nonchalance. "Hot stuff? Really?"

Vi pushes off the doorframe, stepping in closer — far closer than she needs to. "Absolutely." Her voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s something else in it too, something that makes your breath hitch.

You huff out a laugh, trying to ignore the way her presence sends sparks across your skin. “I could say the same about you.” Your eyes flick down, taking in her outfit. How the snug white top stretches across her chest, the way her jacket frames her broad shoulders. You shake your head, looking back up at her. “You don’t even have to try, do you, Violet?”

Vi grins, shifting her weight. “Oh, but I definitely did tonight.”

Something shifts between you. The air thickens, crackling with an energy neither of you are acknowledging, but both of you are feeling. You can see it in the way Vi's eyes darken slightly, the way her fingers twitch like she wants to reach out.

For a split second, it almost feels like she will.

But then she clears her throat, stepping back. "C’mon, hot stuff," she says, the usual teasing lilt returning to her voice. "Let’s go have some fun, hmm?"

And just like that, the moment passes, but the heat lingers. You take a steadying breath before following her out the door, heart pounding.

About twenty minutes later, you step into the club, the heavy bass vibrating through your chest, flashing lights casting neon streaks over the sea of bodies moving together in rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something sweet. It’s a scene you’re not quite used to, a far cry from the quiet comfort of your shared apartment.

But Vi is right beside you. And somehow, that makes it okay.

She catches the slight hesitation in your eyes as you take it all in, her grip tightening around your hand just enough to ground you. Then she leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she murmurs, “Stick with me, okay? I won't let anything happen to you.”

The promise in her voice, low and steady, sends a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s the warmth of her breath against your skin, or the way she keeps you close, the firm press of her body against yours as she maneuvers you both through the crowd.

Vi knows this place. It’s obvious in the way the bouncers nod at her in recognition, parting the way without question. The way she moves, effortless and in control. The way people watch her, some with curiosity, others with something deeper; respect, admiration, maybe even intimidation.

But Vi doesn’t pay them any mind. Her focus is entirely on you. She feels a rush of pride having you here with her, knowing that, at least for tonight, you’re hers.

When you reach the bar, Vi turns to face you, her blue-grey eyes glinting under the neon glow, something playful and dark swirling in them. Her lips curl into a slow, teasing grin.

“What can I get you to drink, babe?”

Your heart stutters in your chest. Maybe it’s the pet name, or the way her voice drops just enough to make the question feel like something more than casual.

You exhale, pretending she doesn’t affect you as much as she does. “Well… I don’t have class tomorrow, so… shots? I’m down for whatever.”

Vi chuckles, stepping even closer, her presence all-consuming. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You barely register her waving down the bartender because her hand rests on your knee, casual and possessive all at once, her thumb tracing absentminded circles against your skin. It’s nothing, really. Just a touch. But it sets you on fire.

And by the look in Vi’s eyes, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

After a few shots, the club’s neon lights seem warmer, the bass vibrating through your chest like a second heartbeat. You’re not drunk, not really, but the alcohol has softened the edges of everything, making you bolder, making Vi’s presence beside you feel even more electrifying.

She’s close, closer than she’s been all night. Her hand still rests on your knee, fingers idly tracing patterns against the fabric of your dress your bare thigh. Every brush of her skin against yours sends a thrill down your spine, and you don’t think she even realizes what she’s doing to you. Or maybe she does.

Vi smirks, tilting her head as she watches you. “So tell me about yourself, trouble,” she murmurs, voice dipping into something dangerously smooth, “not the stuff i already know — the stuff you wouldn’t just tell anyone. You ever do anything… crazy? Something wild? Something worthy of your nickname?”

You blink at her, cheeks already warm from the drinks and the way she’s looking at you. “Depends on what you mean by wild,” you say, swirling the rim of your shot glass.

Vi leans in slightly, her smirk deepening. “Surprise me.”

The alcohol clouds your judgment just enough to let the words slip free before you can second-guess them. “Well… there was this one time when I was eighteen. I snuck a girl I was seeing into my room so we could… y’know.”

Vi raises an eyebrow, amused. “Y’know?” she echoes, her lips twitching.

You roll your eyes, feeling your face heat. “Shut up, don’t make me spell it out.”

Vi chuckles, her fingers drumming lightly against your thigh as her hand slowly inches up your bare leg. “So? Did you get away with it?”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. “Not even close. My parents caught us. But after the night I’d had, I didn’t even care.”

The second the confession leaves your lips, you realize how easily you just handed Vi that piece of information. You snap your mouth shut, your stomach flipping with regret.

Vi, of course, looks absolutely delighted. “Damn, trouble,” she drawls, reaching for another shot. “Guess the nickname does fit, huh?”

You groan, grabbing your own shot just to avoid her gaze. “I’m not—”

Vi hums, unconvinced, tipping her glass back effortlessly. When she sets it down, she leans in, her breath warm against your skin. “Maybe not anymore,” she muses, her voice like a slow burn. “But I bet I could change that.”

Your breath catches.

A few shots later, you’re practically floating. Your skin tingles, your cheeks are flushed, and your thigh feels electric from the slow, teasing strokes of Vi’s hand beneath your dress. Her hand had gotten further up as the night went on, sending sparks through your entire body. You’re caught up in conversation, half words, half laughter, all drowned in the warmth of her presence, when a familiar beat pulses through the club speakers.

“Oh, fuck, I love this song!” you perk up, eyes lighting up with excitement.

Vi smirks, giving your thigh one last slow squeeze before pulling her hand away. “Yeah?” she murmurs, standing to her full height. Then, with an outstretched hand and a glint in her eye, she challenges, “Come dance with me, then, gorgeous.”

You don’t hesitate.

The second your fingers lace with hers, Vi tugs you onto the dance floor, weaving through the crowd like she’s done this a million times before. The bass vibrates beneath your feet, bodies pressing in from every side, but none of it matters. Not when Vi suddenly spins you around and pulls you flush against her, your back meeting the firm heat of her front.

Her hands find your waist, fingers splayed wide, keeping you close as she starts to move. A slow grind, perfectly in sync with the pulsing rhythm. Her breath ghosts against your ear, hot and teasing.

“Just follow my lead,” she murmurs, her lips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

Your body responds before your brain even catches up. You match her movements effortlessly, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with hers. Her hands roam over your curves, guiding you with every shift and roll of your body against hers. The club fades away; no flashing lights, no lingering gazes, just the heat between you and Vi, the way she feels like she was made to hold you like this.

If it weren’t for the alcohol blurring every trace of your thoughts, you’d be full-on panicking. Because this? This is so far beyond platonic. But that thought never even has a chance to take root. All you can focus on is the song vibrating through your chest and Vi’s hands keeping you pressed so deliciously close.

Then, she twirls you around, your chest colliding with hers.

Your breath catches, arms instinctively looping around her neck, and fuck, she’s so close. Every inch of her is against you, her grip firm at your waist, her breath fanning across your lips. The tension thrums like a live wire between you, thick enough to drown in.

“You’re…” Your words trail off as your head tilts, resting against her shoulder, your lips just barely brushing the skin of her neck. “You’re so hot, Violet,” you murmur, your voice slow and dreamy, drunk on liquor and Vi all at once.

Her fingers flex at your waist, gripping you tighter. And before you can even think — before you can question yourself — your lips graze her neck in the lightest, briefest kiss.

It’s barely a whisper of contact. Soft. Fleeting. But it sets something off in Vi.

Her grip tightens. For a moment, Vi is stunned, her body stiffening as your lips trail up her neck. She squeezes your hips, then her hand finds the back of your neck, tugging you forward to press your lips against hers. The kiss is a shock, like a jolt of electricity crackling down her spine, setting every nerve ending alight. But the surprise is fleeting, melting away as a wave of something deeper, something raw and intoxicating, washes over her.

Her eyes flutter shut as she gives in, her body relaxing, molding against yours as she returns the kiss with slow, deliberate hunger. One hand slides into your hair, fingers tangling through the strands as she tugs you impossibly closer. A low, deep sound rumbles in her throat, barely audible over the pulsing music, but it’s there. A sound of want, of need.

She tastes the lingering tang of alcohol on your lips, but beneath it, there’s something else, something that’s purely you, and it’s addicting. The heat of your body against hers, the press of your curves against her lean frame, has her pressing in deeper, her free hand gripping your waist, anchoring herself to the moment.

When the kiss finally breaks, Vi pulls back just slightly, her breath coming hard and uneven. Her blue-gray eyes are dark and lidded, pupils blown wide with something neither of you are ready to name. Her lips are parted, still tingling from the ghost of your touch, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

Just as you're about to pull Vi in for more, a sharp, mocking voice cuts through the haze.

"Seriously, Vi? Her?" the girl scoffs, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she eyes you up and down, her jealousy barely masked by a smirk. You’re not quite thinking straight but you’re fairly certain this girl is in your psych class. "Didn’t think you’d go for her type. Thought you liked a challenge."

Vi lets out a slow breath, her grip on your waist tightening for just a second before she turns, her expression unreadable. "Savi," she says flatly, "you really gotta move on. It’s getting sad."

Savi huffs a laugh, tilting her head as she eyes Vi with a smirk. “Move on? Please. I just didn’t realize you were into desperation.” Her gaze flicks to you, full of thinly veiled disdain. “Guess everyone has their weaknesses, huh?”

Vi’s jaw flexes, but she doesn’t take the bait. Instead, she exhales sharply through her nose before turning back to you. “C’mon, baby. Let’s head back home before our night’s completely ruined.” Her voice is steady, but you can feel the irritation thrumming beneath her words.

As Vi starts to lead you away, Savi calls out one last time, her voice dripping with amusement. “That’s cute, you know. You two playing house together.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Bet that’ll end well.”

Vi doesn’t even glance back, but you feel the way her muscles tense under your touch, her grip on your waist just a little firmer as she guides you toward the exit.

By the time you both step out of the club, the night air hitting your skin, Vi seems completely sobered up. You, on the other hand, are still feeling the effects of the alcohol, your movements a little slower, your thoughts a little hazy.

Vi stays close the entire ride home, her touch never straying too far — her knee brushing against yours, her hand on your thigh, her fingers occasionally grazing your own. It’s grounding, comforting, and you lean into it without a second thought.

When you finally make it back to your apartment, Vi gently guides you to sit on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. A moment later, she’s pressing a glass of water into your hands, sitting beside you with an expectant look. “Drink,” she says simply.

You take a few slow sips before glancing at her. “So… Savi,” you start, watching the way Vi’s expression immediately shifts to irritation. “What’s her deal?”

Vi exhales, running a hand through her hair. “She’s just some girl who doesn’t seem to get that I’m not into her,” she says, shaking her head. “I turned her down nicely the first time, but she doesn’t know when to quit. She’s convinced I’m playing hard to get or whatever and that I’m desperate for her attention.”

You hum, taking another sip of water before meeting Vi’s gaze. “You don’t seem to mind my attention, Violet,” you point out, a teasing edge to your voice. The alcohol had clearly not worn off.

Vi smirks. “That’s different, trouble,” she murmurs.

Your body moves before your mind fully catches up, the alcohol still clouding your better judgment. You straddle her lap, hands resting on her shoulders as you lean in, your lips just a breath away from hers. “Different how?” you whisper.

Vi inhales sharply, her hands instinctively finding your waist, her grip firm but not pulling you closer. For a moment, she looks tempted, her eyes flickering to your lips. But then, with a reluctant groan, she pulls back just enough to put space between you. “Not like this,” she murmurs. “I’m not doing this while you’re drunk.”

You pout slightly, but Vi just chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But,” she continues, her voice low and promising, “if you wake up tomorrow, sober, and you still want me?” Her fingers trace absent patterns against your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “Then, sweetheart… I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” you mumble, resting your head on her shoulder. She lets out a soft laugh and you feel her lips press against your forehead.

“Promise.”

As sleep tugs at your eyelids, you barely register the way your body sags against Vi’s. Your head rests against her shoulder, the warmth of her body lulling you closer to unconsciousness. Vi lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head.

"Alright, sweetheart," she murmurs, effortlessly slipping her arms beneath you. Before you can even protest — not that you have the energy to — she lifts you into her arms with ease.

You hum something incoherent, nuzzling closer into her as she carries you to your room. Vi nudges the door open with her foot before gently laying you down onto your bed. As she pulls the blanket over you, her gaze lingers on your face, softening. With a quiet sigh, she brushes her knuckles lightly against your cheek before stepping away.

tags ✩ @jupitism @fungalinfectionyeast @mk-a-1 @rhian88 @baylegend6 @lovely-wisteria @antobooh @arahiraaai @vxtanne31 @starletfemme @daughterofthemoons-stuff @rosesgaloree @sillyloafff @mellohatesyou @violetwifey @ilysupercorp @eriiwaii @elliesngirl @avalovesmus1c @pryncess123

#lesbian #wlw #arcane #arcane fanfic #arcane smut #masterlist #vi #vi arcane #vi x reader #vi smut #vi league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐯.✩#───𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.✩

315 notes · View notes

venusindelusion · 7 months ago

Text

Giving In (to the Love): Guess

5th chapter

SUMMARY: Curiosity was eating you alive, even though someone else wishes to be the one doing it.

WC: 3K

PAIRING: Vi x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: MDNI, masturbation, mentions of clit, fingering, cursing, alcohol.

A/N: sorry for the delay, life got in the way of thirst

Previous chapter

The days seemed longer than usual, your hands were full; trying to catch up with classes and studying for upcoming exams, getting home late and barely sleeping. It has been a few days since your last tutoring lesson and you really hoped Violet would keep her promise and study on her own, although you knew she had a lot on her plate too.

After that invitation, both of you started exchanging messages daily, usually chatting about what you were doing or your plans for the day, you complained about a few classes and she would do the same about some customers during the night.

It was still early in the morning and you were drinking your coffee. Your schedule for today was a bit heavy, it was Viktor's class and you knew that a pile of exams would be waiting for you on the desk to grade and your mind would be everywhere except on those papers.

You drank your coffee peacefully while going through your phone's notifications, reading group chats of your classes and asking some questions you needed for an essay. While reading one of your classmates' reply, a message from Caitlyn pops up asking if you would be free after class. Thinking for a bit, you decide to meet up with her for coffee and maybe a study session, it has been a while since both of you could have one and you were curious about the case she was so eagerly working on too. After all, she did mention it was very important for her.

Turning the lights off, you walk out of your apartment and lock the door. Once inside the elevator, the thought of messaging Violet crossed your mind, but you remembered she had mentioned her day would be very busy— training for the weekend during the morning and receiving some new furniture for The Last Drop in the afternoon, so you decide not to.

It was already feeling like kind of a boring day, you were getting accustomed to your texts and your senseless chats, just seeing her name pop up on your lockscreen would put your heart to work fast. Although you couldn't shake off the memory of the envelope, you wonder if you would be able to build up the nerve and eventually ask Caitlyn about it. There is nothing wrong with curiosity, right?

As you open the front door of the building, a cold breeze makes you realize you should have taken a jacket before leaving your place. Sighing, you closed the door anyway and started walking, you were already tight on time and Viktor wasn't very forgiving when it came to punctuality.

"Good morning, professor." You say as you open the door to Viktor's office, but there was no sight of him. The smell of books and incense was in the air, sunlight filling the room through green curtains and illuminating the bookshelves as you dropped your bag on the floor beside your usual seat. Saying you loved this room would be an understatement, it felt so academic yet very personal, you could tell Viktor put his whole life in here; some of his favourite books were on the bookshelf right behind his seat, notes and small illustrations pinned on a clork board— some his and some from someone else, and, on the desk, he had a frame with a photograph of his husband and himself, they both looked so happy and in love.

The particular sound of Viktor's cane stumbled you a bit out of your thoughts. He greeted you good morning and apologized for the delay, then sat down and handed a small pile of exams for grading. You looked at him confused and he said, "Not many students showed up."

You nod in response and both of you start your usual working routine. The mutual understanding you shared with him was something you were thankful for, it was quiet and easy to work with him; Viktor usually focused on his own thing, sometimes it would be supervising your previous corrections or preparing the topics for the next lesson, other times he'd stay silent while writing notes on his next investigation.

"How are Violet's lessons coming so far?" He asked suddenly, not taking his eyes off his paperwork and coughing a little bit.

"To be honest, good." You replied, trying to pretend that the mention of her name doesn't strike a nerve. Viktor looks at you and raises an eyebrow curiously and encouraging you to elaborate more. "Well," you start fidgeting, playing with the pen on your hand and taking your stare everywhere but his face, "she's a quick learner and shows clear interest in our lessons," he catches your fingers moving awkwardly and tries to hide a smile, "so I think she'll do just fine next time."

Viktor nods and continues with his work, you follow his action and carry on grading the few remaining exams. It was a pity not many students showed up to take it; Viktor's lessons were difficult but very educative and dynamic, he would make sure the whole class had a chance to participate, to feel free to start a debate or even question his facts. Even though his exams were tough, he always held extra classes for those who needed additional tutoring regarding some topics. Those were the reasons you look up to him, he built his career alone, everything he has now was a product of his never ending effort; in the little time you had got to know this man, he had found a way to make you admire him even more.

"Jayce and I are holding a seminar the following week," he said, lifting his eyes off the papers in front of him and dropping his pen on the desk, "we would like to invite you."

You nod excitedly and he smiles, explaining more about the seminar his husband and himself are holding; they were working on a device that could detect and help relief the pain on small parts of the human body, it was mostly theory and the idea was still too young, but Viktor seemed hopeful about it. Both of you keep on working for a few hours more, time passing by quickly given all the work you had to do besides grading.

He ended up dismissing you earlier than expected, so you said your goodbye and walked out of the office straight to the cafeteria. Caitlyn wasn't going to arrive for another half an hour at least, so you sat down at your usual table and waited for the waitress to come take your order.

"Well, look what we have here." You hear a familiar voice behind you and turn your head around, it was Violet. She was smiling playfully as she took a seat in front of you. "Missed me much?"

"What are you doing here?" You ask her, nervously playing with the menu on your hands. Certainly you weren't expecting to see her today.

"Stalking my favourite tutor." She says and laughes. Her laugh makes you even more nervous, it feels like both music to your ears and a drums against your chest.

"I'm your only tutor." You answer, trying to sound nonchalant and calm. Violet had this unknown effect on you, it was like she was guiding you through the whole emotional spectrum; happiness, anxiety, confusion, all at once. Never in your life have you crossed paths with someone who could cloud your mind and put your heart to work as if you were running a marathon.

"Had to drop Powder's uniform," she says, running her hands through her pink hair, "she came to work and forgot it at home." She rolls her eyes, giving you the smallest timeframe to watch her slow movements, the way her shoulders would tense as she gesticulates, her hair falling against her face, her light blue eyes reflecting the sunlight coming through the window. It was like her presence was driving you in. "Are you okay, cupcake?" She breaks the spell she put you in.

"Y-Yes, I—"

"Can I take your order?" You were interrupted by no other than Powder herself, all dressed up in her uniform. Violet was about to speak but her sister cuts her out, "I already know yours, sis," she says, "I'm asking yours, cupcake." Smirking and looking at you mockingly, this little teenager managed to paint your face red.

"Just a coffee, please." You answer, coughing to try to clear your throat. Violet was sending her sister a serious stare, but you couldn't mind what it meant when your face felt like it's been set on fire.

Powder writes down your order, still with that smile on her face, and takes off. Silence sets in the small space of your table, you couldn't quite figure if it was an awkward silence that you should fill, yet you had no idea how you'd do that; Violet was entertained looking out the window, her chin on her hand and her eyes narrowed to cover herself from the sunlight. You felt like you should imitate her, as if you should cover yourself from her.

Your cellphone rings and you take it, desperate for anything that could distract your thoughts, and see a message from your best friend saying she would be arriving soon. You wonder if Violet was going to stick around for long, not that you wanted her to leave but the envelope was still in your mind— it felt like you were getting in the middle of something, putting pieces together of a secret you were not supposed to discover, yet you wanted to know why it was hidden in the first place.

It just didn't make sense, Caitlyn has been open about her sexuality ever since you first met her, so it couldn't be that. Maybe Violet wasn't? She didn't seem like the type to hide, but you didn't know that much about her anyway.

As your train of thoughts was taking you to psychosis station, the little door bell rings and a familiar shape comes into view. Caitlyn looked stunning, as always, but this time an aura of happiness was surrounding her. She approaches your table and greets Violet first, your stomach ties up in a knot when you see your best friend's hand on Vi's shoulder; such a small cordial gesture that sends your brain direct instructions to make your heart panic and you smile vaguely in a lame attempt to compose yourself.

"I'm glad you're here too." Caitlyn says to Vi, then takes a seat next to you just when Powder was bringing you your coffee, so your best friends takes her chance and ask for one too. You see the teenager roll her eyes as she writes Caitlyn's order then takes off. "Not one to pretend, I see."

"It's not personal," Violet says, "she just wants to drive you nuts."

Caitlyn chuckles and grabs her purse, taking a few papers from it and putting them on the table. You wonder what the whole conversation was about, how could Powder have such a reaction to her and why. You were feeling so left out.

"This is the case I wanted you to help me with." Caitlyn says to you, you stare at her confused and then take a look at it. You go through the pages slowly, reading some of the colorful notes sticked on them that pointed to mistakes— probably done by her boss. It was a complicated one, you could see why she needed someone else's eyes on this, but you weren't sure yours would be fitting.

"Well, it's certainly... something," You comment as you keep reading, you turn the pages until you find the strategy the firm was going to take for it, "is the other party not willing to settle?"

"He's not." Violet says, swallowing hard and looking at her side. You weren't expecting her to answer and look at her confused, then follow her gaze and find she's watching her younger sister wrapping a donut and shoving it inside a tiny bag for a customer. The pink haired girl chuckles when she sees Powder rolling her eyes again once the customer turns on their back and leaves; she really wasn't made for customer service, but you can see why Vi would want her to work here. Powder was safe, surrounded by college students or teachers, just preparing coffee and making snarky comments to customers, in a place where her older sister could actually watch over her. "I have to go now," Violet says, getting up of her seat, "I'll see you around, cupcake." She winks at you and raises her hand to greet Caitlyn goodbye as well.

Your best friend looks at you and bites her lips to repress a smile, but you're too busy watching Violet leave in a rush and replaying in your mind the little nickname that seemed to have grown on you.

Looking down again at the papers on the table, you see the Kiramman's distinctive emblem. Your fingers caress it mindlessly in a circle, Cassandra did an amazing job at the design, it really represented everything they were going for: justice, status and transparency.

"Is something going on between you and Violet?" Suddenly you ask Caitlyn, who was about to take a sip at her coffee but leaves her mug on the table slowly and raises her eyebrows in surprise instead.

"What do you—” She was interrupted by her cellphone ringing, she reads the name popping on the screen and sighs. It was her boss. Feeling a bit embarrassed about your sudden question, you smile and tell her to pick up then get off your seat. It was already time to go back home and study for your exams, but mostly you just wanted to run from the situation; it was a question you weren't sure to want to know the answer. Caitlyn picks up her purse and stands up as well, it seemed her boss told her to go back to the office as quick as possible. "Please take the folder with you," she tells you, "I'll text you later if he doesn't kill me."

You nod and greet her goodbye, then walk past Powder, who was taking an order from the table next to yours.

"Bye, Powder." You tell her before opening the door.

"Goodbye, cupcake!" She yells back, laughing loudly and winking, clearly mocking the way her sister does it.

You smile softly as you cross the door then start walking back to your place, thinking the fresh air might clear your head.

"Go to sleep, Vi!" Ekko yells from behind the bar counter while cleaning some of the bottles, humming a french song he listened to the day before with his girlfriend.

"Glad you're having fun." Violet tells him, putting a big box with some more bottles softly on the floor next to him. She looks at him annoyed, there were more important things to do than singing and cleaning the most expensives bottles no one actually asks for.

"Take it easy, it's still early." He answers, returning the same annoyed stare and putting the bottle on its place. "Just go rest, I'll take it from here."

"Don't forget to—"

"Clean the tables and take a look at the stereo," Ekko interrupts her, "I know."

Violet nods and thanks him, turning around to go upstairs. The day couldn't be any more longer, although she was more concerned about the weekend; that's when the bar would be full and she wasn't sure Ekko could handle it on his own, Powder still hadn't asked for a free day at her job to help him out and there was no one else to replace her. She didn't want to miss her fight, she has been practicing a lot more and she could see herself getting better at it. Most of all, she didn't want to cancel her date along with it. Although it wasn't a date, not that she wouldn't want it to be but the other girl seemed pretty much oblivious to her advances. Or maybe she just wasn't interested.

Sighing, Violet sits down on the couch with her whisky glass filled in her hand. She takes a sip, slowly letting the liquid burn her throat while she watches it settle again inside. It wouldn't be long for the trial to be held and even if she trusted Caitlyn and the firm with all her heart, she couldn't help but feel nervous; her father's long life work was at stake, Powder's future and her own were too. She had a promise to keep to him and should it go down wrong, it would weight her until her final days.

College was just a back up plan, not that she didn't like the idea of it but her life and dreams were at The Last Drop. The only good part about it so far was that she could get to meet her tutor— more than that, she could befriend her and perhaps something more if only that girl would ever notice her flirting.

Smiling to herself, Violet grabbed her phone and texted her. She was hoping Caitlyn was right about her and that she would help them even a bit with the case, it would mean the world to Vi. Caitlyn had talked heavens about her best friend, saying she was smart and sweet, and Violet was glad to find out it was all true; the way she would carry herself or talk, even her small gestures were adorable. Not to mention she was incredibly attractive, it was so difficult for Vi to be near her, feel her body close and not be able to touch her, to caress her face, to slide her hands down her body and smell her perfume; she could imagine it all as she laid down on the couch, her imagination was driving her nuts. Her heart beating a bit faster as she fantasized of kissing her neck slowly, what her moans would sound like once she felt Violet leaving a trail of kisses down her body, softly helping her get undressed, piece by piece until there was nothing left separating them.

She would make her feel so good, teasing her just the right amount to hear her begging for more. Violet slid her hand under her pants, her body already feeling hotter than before and she wished those fingers weren't hers; the need to feel her was clouding her senses as she kept rubbing her own fingers against her clit, a vivid image of her tutor moaning Violet's name was in her mind. She'd caress and feel the skin of the girl's breast against her hand as she'd keep kissing all the way down, only stopping once she's close to where she's needed the most, licking and sucking, tasting her and watching her close her eyes, trying so hard not to finish right there and then.

"Fuck!" Violet let out a soft moan, she could feel her own orgasm building inside her as her fingers kept rubbing relentlessly. She could imagine the girl's hands on her pink hair, trying to ground herself as Vi would keep eating her out, making her moan and cum like she's never before, because she was sure of it. She could feel her own orgasm building inside her, she was so close to it— Someone knocked twice on the door and called her name. It was Ekko, yelling he needed her down at the bar because a customer was causing trouble with the payment.

Sighing heavily, she composed herself and got up to wash her hands. Her cellphone vibrated and she instantly grabbed it, smiling at the reply from the girl who wouldn't leave her thoughts. She had claimed ownership of her mind entirely, little by little with every interaction, every smile, every silly joke and even when she would blush because of Violet's endless teasing.

"good night, cupcake." Violet replied, trying to keep her thoughts off her fantasies.

It would be a long wait until the weekend arrives.

TAGLIST: @pokiiks , @sxdtxwn, @isansstuff, @gggranggger, @b-lossm

235 notes · View notes

loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 2 years ago

Text

Master List

This page is geared towards an 18+ Audience. Please read through any warnings at the start of fics as they are there for a reason.

please DO NOT repost my work without my permission.

My Ao3 Account- LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger

My Wattpad Account- LovePersevering2

Etsy Shop - LoveDaggerPrints

Buy Me A Comic

Who I write for: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, other Marvel Women, Caitlyn Kiramman and Vi from Arcane.

What I will write: Smut, fluff, angst, g!p, au

Wanda Maximoff

Oneshots (All 18+)

New Neighbours- After meeting a beautiful woman in a store, you soon discover that she's your neighbour and she's single.

Devil In Disguise- Wanda isn't as innocent as everyone thinks she is.

Break Me- Wanda needs you to be rough with her and give her exactly what she wants.

Detention- Your Professor keeps you behind after class as you were distracted.

Take Control Of Me- You ask Wanda to use you as she wishes.

Are You Interested? - "I'm very attracted to you, would you be interested in having an affair?"

Heatwave Fun- You and your girlfriend find a way to cool down during a heatwave.

Dirty Thoughts- While babysitting the twins, Wanda is left to listen to all the sinful thoughts of the older woman flickering through your mind.

Listen To Mommy- Your Mommy teaches you a lesson after being a brat.

Focus- Wanda tests how well you can concentrate while her hands roam your body.

Can't I?- "You can't control me the way you do them." "Can't I?"

Teach Me- After tutoring the twins, their mother decides to give you your own personal lesson.

Touch Me- You beg Wanda to give you what you desperately want.

Protective Girlfriend- Wanda gets worried when you hurt yourself in training. You find a way to convince her that you're perfectly fine.

Boyfriend- Inspired by the song by Dove Cameron

Please...- An affair that turns into more.

So Wrong- How can something so wrong feel so right?

We're Going To Get Along Just Fine- You go home with a mysterious woman from the bar.

Attention (G!P Reader) - You're girlfriend thinks you're spending too much time focussing on work so you give her the attention she wants.

A Workout To Remember (G!P Reader)- Your Gym crush makes a move on you.

Trick Or Treat (G!P Reader)- Loosely inspired by WV ep6 and the phrase trick or treat.

Lingerie (G!P Reader)- Wanda surprises you in a new lace set.

Series (All 18+)

The Babysitter (WIP- Currently 144k words)- In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

Good Luck, Babe! (WIP- Currently 33k words)-

Returning to Westview after twelve years away causes you to look back on your secret love affair with Wanda, to remember the intimate moments you shared together before her refusal to accept her true self drove the two of you apart, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your broken heart alone.

What happens when you reunite with the woman you've been trying so hard to forget, forced to watch her suffer in an unhappy marriage that was slowly drowning her, still too scared to confront her true feelings?

Secrets (Completed- 23k words)- DARK FIC- "Do you swear on your life?" She lets her fingers trail up your arm, moving to your drag along the side of your neck and your jaw before resting on your chin, holding your face to look at her.

"I swear on my life," you whisper, unable to look away from her.

"Would you be interested in having an affair?"

This fic also includes relationship with Natasha Romanoff in which the reader is not faithful in.

Enemies With Benefits (Completed- 16k Words)- You hated her. She hated you. It was just sex. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Miss Maximoff (Completed- 8k) - After strange circumstances, you find yourself falling for the married woman next door.

I Don't Hate You- After going too far in training, Steve makes you check up on Wanda. Upon hearing a groan, panic fills you before you hear your name falling off her lips in a desperate moan. Oh.

Natasha Romanoff

One Shots

I Wanted You- "We tried so hard not to be torn apart. But at the end of it all, we both wanted something different...I wanted you. And you...you didn't want them to know."

Daddy Issues- TW for Abuse. Inspired by the song Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood

Warm Us Up (18+)- After your reluctance to work together causes you to be stranded in a safehouse, You come up with an idea on how to stop the two of you freezing to death.

I Kissed The Scars On Her Skin- You comfort Natasha after she starts to feel insecure about her body.

Series (All 18+)

The Soldier Of Death (WIP- Currently 32k words) Warning of graphic depictions of violence. - Soldat Smerti. The Soldier of Death. You were the perfect weapon: loyal, obedient, and merciless, or so Hydra thought. What happens when these traits are put to the test? Your captivity in the Avenger's tower and the presence of a redhead makes you realise you didn't have to be a monster. The question was though; Did Hydra make you the monster or were you always one?

Secrets (Completed- 23k) Dark Fic- Same fic as the one mentioned in the Wanda Series section.

Love Is For Children (Completed 43k) - "You love her, don't you?" "Loved. I loved her."

Bad Idea (Completed 4.7k) - A friends with benefits story that turns into lovers.

You Need Me- Natasha should hate you. You're the enemy. But she can't lie and say you were wrong. She did need you.

Miss Romanoff- What happens when the mysterious woman you went home with turned out to be your new professor...

Wanda And Natasha X Reader

Should Have Knocked- You accidentally walk in on Wanda and Nat in a compromising position. What you didn't expect was for them to ask you to join them.

The Devil And An Angel- Your girlfriends tempt you to sin.

Alone In The Compound- Thinking you were alone, you and Wanda take advantage of the emptiness of the compound. What you didn't expect was for the Black Widow to walk in on you two.

Kinktober

Kinktober 2024

Kinkmas

Arcane- CaitVi

Crossing The Line- F1 Enemies to Lovers Smut

More posts with links to be added soon, all of posts are on my other accounts so check them out if you want to read them before I post them on here :)

#masterlist #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #black widow #black widow x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic writer #mcu fanfiction #caitlyn x vi #caitvi

1K notes · View notes

thatnonameuser · 8 months ago

Note

Hey you recently did a post about what Yanderes all the boys are I was wondering if you'd do something similar for the teachers and Grim (Grim specifically because I love him) please don't feel pressured, I adore your writing and hope you have a wonderful day!

Absolutely!

I don't have a lot of experience with platonic yanderes, so this might suck.

Grim, is like an overbearing sibling, he constantly vies for your attention. And enjoys it whenever your attention is on him and him only. Grim as a yandere is quite clingy. And as long as you stay, he won't try to trick or manipulate you. He'll be the furry shoulder you cry on, that bears the weight of your fear, anger and sorrow because you're here and you want him near you.

But what happens when you decide that you aren't staying, that you'll be leaving him behind. Then he'll be manipulative, he'll go behind your back and talk to the yanderes you fear. He'll bargain, that he'll help them in anyway if that means he gets to stay with you, and you have to stay here with him. Forever.

Crowley is a deadbeat through and through, even as a yandere he's still a complete waste of space as a father.

You, the little fledgling to small and weak to spread your own wings....are going to have to fend for yourself for a while. Crowley as a yandere is a manipulative one. He holds the cards that keep you here and you won't be leaving the nest unless he decides it for you.

And by that, Crowley is actively trying to find you a yandere, to keep you here while he plays the 'gracious' role of the helpful headmaster. Why? Because while it will be a messy thing to organise, you will be here, unable to ever leave. But since he is gracious, he's giving you plenty of options! Sure, he needs to hold your living needs hostage but you've met so many potential suitors. You should be thankful really.

Crewel, the antithesis to Crowley, he's an controlling and overprotective platonic yandere.

You, his helpless pup have been thrown into a wolves den......will be protected by him. As your teacher father, he'll break the law to protect you if need be. From antidotes to poisons, he'll make sure you can protect yourself from yanderes. Whatever you can't do to protect yourself, he'll do for you.

Any of your classmates, Ace and Deuce specifically will get detention for even speaking to you in class. Outside of class, he'll keep them away from you under the guise of tutoring sessions. All so that he can keep you as far, far away from all those unsnipped mutts.

And that's where the controlling parts come in. He'll start controlling what you wear, from him doting on you in multiple shopping trips, to who you spend time with, he won't allow you to spend time with those mutts eager to lock their jaws round your neck and rut against you.

But what about when you need to go home? Then and only then, will he conspire with your romantic yanderes. You are his pup, his precious child. He'll choke down having to deal with your lovesick mutts, if it means you stay.

Trein, in his eyes you're young enough to be his grandchild, and that means that you need to be protected from the dangerous world, so he's an overprotective one. Like Crewel, he'll conspire to keep you far, far away from the students that plan on capturing you and locking you away till the end of time. Tutoring to keep you far from the students, Detentions for the students to keep them far from you.

He'll introduce you to his daughter's, the members of your new family, and prepare to bring you home with him at the end of the school year. And then, he'll protect you for the rest of your life. He's a little more willing to allow you to marry another yandere, but he'll be very hard for them to win over. As your guardian, he needs to be sure that you're safe, loved and cherished.

Vargas, to him you're like his beloved niece and he's the uncle with a shotgun prepared to kill someone if you get a boyfriend. Once again, he's very protective. To start he'll teach you how to protect yourself. As the Phys Ed. teacher, expect that he'll train you to protect yourself, teaching you to fight and run like the wind to get away from them.

But if you can't protect yourself, he'll do it for you. If Vargas' Training Camp is any indicator, he'll send all the boys chasing you like animals to hell and back. And is prepared to beat them half to death if they try to make a move on you.

Sam, out of all of them, allows you the most freedom. He's still very protective, but with his friends on the other side keeping an eye on you and tripping up the routines of your romantic yanderes.

Sam's not above breaking the law for your sake. His shop has everything after all. On your many shopping trips to his shop, you'll start to find the things you really need placed into the bags free of cost. Special locks, that keep the doors and windows shut no matter how much magic of force is used. An iron dagger, made specifically to use against the fae. A device that can kill whatever tech is hidden in your room. Sam will give you anything and everything you need to protect yourself, before you even ask.

Unlike romantic yanderes, platonic yanderes will work together much, much easier. Their job is to protect you from the world that wants nothing more than to destroy you.

#ask #i love asks #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #yandereverse au #platonic yandere

305 notes · View notes

mystellenia · 1 year ago

Text

mystellenia's masterlist 𐑂°‧₊

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

🦢 fluff

🐍 angst

🌟 nsfw

☄️ misc

୨ৎ answered request

abby anderson:

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ a night in with abby

a cozy tv night in with abby and her ofc being a sweetie pie, ending with you guys falling asleep together on the couch

☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ making abby nervous by teasing her ୨ৎ

after finishing up a workout with abby, you guys head to the locker room to get ready to leave. inside the bathroom, abby freezes up at your sudden flirtiness

🐍🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ being effortlessly loved by abby

after a rough week, you begin pushing abby and her love away, but she makes her feelings known and voices her frustration

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ nipple sucking ୨ৎ

you suck abby's nipples, flipping the roles and surprising both you and herself

🦢🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ passionate sex ୨ৎ

you and abby spend the night enjoying each other, sharing a passionate moment

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ pt 1: romantic tension

in the warm glow of abby's bedroom, after a day of shared hobbies, you contemplate your deepening feelings for her and hope that perhaps she feels the same

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ pt 2: first kiss with abby ୨ৎ

after the romantic tension between you and abby reaches a peak, you two finally share a sweet kiss.

🦢☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ getting pampered by abby ୨ৎ

after a long day and a well deserved shower, abby takes it upon herself to take care of you.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ riding bound abby’s strap

abby has teased you all day, so you decide to get back at her by taking away her most treasured sense: touch.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ dom!abby losing her composure ୨ৎ

abby’s composed and rough facade is destroyed by an unexpected and embarrassing orgasm.

ellie williams:

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ first time with ellie ୨ৎ

when kissing between you and ellie gets heated, she reveals a present she got you to commemorate the first time between you guys

☄️ ˖ ࣪⊹ study session for uni

ellie has agreed to tutor you for your planetary science class, and today is your first session; part two to this blurb!!

🦢🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ shower sex with ellie

when you come home from work, ellie just can't seem to keep her hands off of you. when you move things to the shower, it gets steamy (do u get it bc its the shower and like the water is hot so- yup ok i’ll leave)

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's reaction to big boobs ୨ৎ

you come over to ellie's late at night, your intentions clear as day in your eyes.

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's reaction to small boobs ୨ৎ

ellie can't stop staring at your tits. that's it.

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie caring for her clumsy girlfriend ୨ৎ

how ellie cares for her clumsy girlfriend

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ sleepy late nights with ellie ୨ৎ

both you and ellie wake up in the middle of the night and cuddle your way back to sleep.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ ellie's breeding strap

ellie tries out the cum filled strap with you for the first time.

vi arcane:

🦢 ˖ ࣪⊹ soft christmas morning with vi

you and vi wake up on a chilly christmas morning.

🌟 ˖ ࣪⊹ christmas mirror sex with vi

you looked a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

—-

blurbs:

✧˖° jealous!ellie getting salty when you get friendly w other girls

✧˖° softdom!ellie being a hottie pants

✧˖° nerdyloser!ellie being nervous when you sit next to her in lecture

238 notes · View notes

ao3feed-piltovers-finest · 3 months ago

Text

Hardest to Love

by iloveshivroy

Hi, this is the first fic i’ve ever written

Vi is falling short in Prof. Heimerdinger’s class. Caitlyn offers to tutor in return for private boxing classes (at her home gym).

Will contain smut. gay sex. Long live Caitvi nation

Words: 1903, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman, Vander (League of Legends), Miss Sarah Fortune

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Touching, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Gay Sex, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Read onA03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

#caitvi #ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitviarcane (league of legends) fanfiction

12 notes · View notes

meridien-moonquills · 5 months ago

Text

A Gossip Session (About Ominis) Over Butterbeer

After an exhausting Herbology class, Vianka gladly accepted Sebastian’s invitation to The Three Broomsticks, eager to unwind and enjoy the rest of the day.

Vianka swirled her Butterbeer, watching the golden froth dance in her mug as she leaned in conspiratorially.

"You ever notice how Ominis dozes off in class? History of Magic, Divination… even Potions, sometimes."

Sebastian smirked, stretching his legs under the table, sipped his fire whiskey

"Oh, all the time. It's like watching a cat nap in the sun. But don’t be fooled, Vianka. He’s not behind—far from it."

Vianka raised a brow. "How so?"

Sebastian propped his elbow on the table, twirling his wand lazily.

"You see, his dear mother—an absolute nightmare, by the way—was convinced his blindness made him weak. And in the Gaunt family, weakness is simply unacceptable. So what did she do? She pushed him. Hard. The Gaunts have more money than they deserve, so they threw private tutors at him before he could even walk straight. By the time he was three, he was already learning—"

He ticked off his fingers.

"The Dark Arts, public speaking, foreign languages, ancient runes, dueling, and of course, that ridiculous blood purity nonsense."

He rolled his eyes.

"Even super-sensing magic, if you can believe it. The kid was being groomed for greatness—or something equally suffocating."

Vianka’s eyes widened.

"Wait—three? Like, years old?"

Sebastian snorted. "Oh yes. While most toddlers were learning not to eat dirt, Ominis was probably out there brewing poisons and charming snakes."

Vianka took a slow sip of her Butterbeer, mulling it over.

"And yet… he never brags. Ever."

Sebastian shrugged. "That’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s too humble. Ominis never shows off, never makes a scene. That’s why he sleeps through half his classes—he’s bored out of his mind. He already knows all of it."

Vianka scoffed, shaking her head.

"If he’s that skilled, what’s the point of coming to Hogwarts then? Sounds like a waste of money."

Sebastian grinned, mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Ah, that’s the best part. He wasn’t here for the education, Vi. He was here for the friends. And, more importantly…"

He leaned in, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper.

"A perfect excuse to run away from home."

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy fanfiction

11 notes · View notes

dartalias · 6 months ago

Text

OK FINE this idea had put its claws in my brain long enogth

Arcane × atla AU (more specific the Kyoshi novels)

[There is the chill version and the "real" version]

Characters:

Kyoshi: born in Zaun, secret daugther of two criminal gang liders (Jesa and Hark)

abandoned at 5/6 at (im divided between a more isolated part of Zaun or a "lower" part of Piltover but im leading more over Zaun) until Kelsang could finally "formally" adopt her at 14y/o when he snoop Kyoshi into a Job (maid like, haven't decided what yet) in the academy (and/or with a scholarship in the chill AU)

(Cof Vi paralel cof cof)

Rangi: she and Hei-Ran are from enother contry (fire nation equivalent, idk any League names) but they still nobility and part of the crazy rich people there

Rangi had already finish a military academy in her home nation which could count as school, but she still goes to the academy, both to learn complementary (and maybe get more validation at her job) and to tutor Yun (and non-oficialy Kyoshi)

[She has a job at the Piltover enforcers departament, fully deserved, but she still feels like proving herself over and over on how she isnt there just bc of her mother]

(Cof Caitlyn paralel cof cof)

Yun: also from Zaun, really smart and charismatic which helped him make lots of money as a swindler tricking people, is now Jianzhu pupil and top studant in the academy

(cof cof Victor paralel cof cof)

Jianzhu wants him to be a politician so bad but Yun secretly is not sure if that what he want, especially bc its already corroding his happines when he didnt even graduate yet

---

I still haven't decide how i will make the Kuruk magic legacy part or an avatar equivalent and make it tragic for the "real AU" but ITS THERE

[S2 Mel gave me the pass to make Kyoshi a mage/witch and im NOT wasting it]

--------

Jianzhu: concil member (the worse type, a mix of that blond one with ambessa, or "Piltover Silco")

target of Jinx's (Yun's) bomb

Kelsang: also a concil member, but in a Haimerdinger type of way

he could maybe still be a monk (or the universe equivalent) who got in troble for some situation with the concil (he know how corrupt and mess up it is, but he dosen't have much power there)

Knows Kyoshi since she was a kid, and its trying to find a way to help/adopt her since forever, but for piltover goverment is trash reasons it took until she was like 14

Life long friends with Hei-Ran, Jianzhu and Kuruk (if he is alive or dead depends of what version of this AU you prefer) but he notice how they can may be starting to be a bit more corrupt/greedy (Jianzhu, with Hei-Ran acepting) or ""lazy"" (Kuruk)

Hei-Ran: basically the same of canon, really good mother/mother-in-law, ex head mistress of the academy Rangi was in, and at a really high position in Piltover (still dont know if its in the concil or in the academy)

Cassandra paralels, im not gonna extend much on this one

Flying opera company:

Kyoshi's (and Rangi's but she wont admit it yet) Zaunites friend [Every character paralel with them its dead so im not doing this rn]

How long they know each other depend on the version: Kyoshi goes looking for them when everything goes nuts in the real version, and indeterminate (idk yet) in the chill version

Ether way they join her in finding ways to improve life conditions Zaun and give it independence

(you can interpret this as "Kyoshi studing to graduate in sociology or smth like that" from "Kyoshi as a fusion of Jinx and Vi")

[In my opinion she's more of a Ekko then a Jinx/Servica but still counts]

Also if they are still a full on smugglers gang or just some trouble kids in high school its up to the au version

just saying It would be pretty funny if they go to the academy too and Kyoshi is friends with both the little revolutionary theater/dance group and the top class students rich kids with no in between

(Jimpa its her friend too in but idk exacly what to do to him [and Lao Ge] yet)

This is and took longer then i expected so i'll be doing the diferences between the chill AU/real AU in enother post (maybe idk)

But basically the chill one its just a high school/magic academy AU

But the other one wont follow exacly the Arcane nor the novels story, im thinking in a mix of both (like, the Kyoshi Yun mix up will happen, and its related with Kuruk, but add hextec and black rose to it) so i still have to think about it more

[Can also be connected with one Yangchen novels × arcane au but i didnt even finish the books yet so i dont have that many ideas)

7 notes · View notes

silantryoo · 2 years ago

Text

ENCHANTED — #theindustrystandard

KWON Y/N (yncandoit, boasnumberone), 2004, broadcasting and entertainment major, raised by her grandparents, undercover nepo baby, literally in love with kim gaeul from ive, hates idols/idol industry

SEOL YOONA (sullythehuman), 2004, broadcasting and entertainment major, choi yunjin's (very recent) ex, y/n's best friend, extremely introverted and tired all the time, lowkey judge-y

BAE JINSOL (thetallone), 2004, broadcasting and entertainment major, has the same amount the brain cells as a rat trapped in a maze, currently failing her korean class, never in school

KIM MINJI (oldpantsgirl), 2004, broadcasting and entertainment major, stressed 24/7, lowkey about her feelings, teases her friends all the time, doesn't understand that the human body needs sleep

JUNG HANA (hanajunjung), 2004, applied music, only there to become a dj over seas, is jinsol's tutor, her stepdad is part of the head of a samsung, misses her bio dad, technically a foreigner

YANG JUNGWON (jungwon_1), 2004, applied music, y/n's favorite punching bag, always late to school, literally kills everything he touches, adamant on making sure his friend groups never mix, just wants to go home atp

masterlist.

taglist (CLOSED)!

@sewiouslyz @ivy-aurora @wbgngrengnwrg @gfriendsapple @sserabey @zhivaxo @forever-in-the-sky2 @perfectsunlight @txtbrainrot @vaeeeel @hopeworld45 @jisooftme @lauxymy4 @nkahydnxo @haeyoui @uzumakioden @hyp3boy @meowrinz @sweet-dhrafts @marimo-anura @limbforalimb @awkwardtoafault @kyaitosz @eggomi @hyukasverse @cine-cult @mits-vi @staryujinnie @nicolecaye @edamboon @bzeus28 @woonie57 @lcv3lies @vvyuqi @dnzsnr @meifeikss @cosettesrants @sofakingwoso @pandafuriosa60 @xxsplatashaxx @cloud-sadness-05 @emphobics @brokeeyedrops123 @444yizhuo @blue4hour @junoswrlld @jihyostolemyheart @isanggayfrog @havex00 @thefirstonetoeverlikemeback

#nakamura kazuha x reader #le sserafim x reader #lesserafim x reader #nmixx x reader #kpop x reader #idol x reader #silantryo

112 notes · View notes

kroosluvr · 4 months ago

Text

more spiderverse au bulletpoints bc im bored

and i should be asleep

age-wise pecho is 22 (on earth-1204 shes in her final year of college YIPPEEE!) and claude is 23~? smth like that LOL

on earth-0122 ofc the schooling is less 'traditional' so claude has been practicing ermmmm cleric magic:tm: for several years. best of the best ofc

resident math-y guy. petra's studies r media aligned (vis/graphic design and all that) so she doesnt rlly take math classes but i think she has like one(1) outstandig core math class that she cosntantly wheedles him for help w and it remidns him of home bc he used to tutor back in the day too (Before The Incident)

i think itd be funny if technology wasnt 1:1 so like some sort of 'internet' exists but its Different, and phones/computers/that sort of machinery exists but its also Different, so learning how to call/text is kinda weird at first for him

his voice is only slightly muffled frm his plague doctor mask. i imagine its hard 2 notice bc u have no comparison since he doesnt really take it off. he only takes it off that one time to hum the song for petra.

i guess its spoilers but he doesnt kill his friend or anything back on earth-0122, in fact due to claude's watchful eye and medicines (despite the spider bite), he recovers quite well. claude himself is the one who cuts him off frm his friend bc of 1) guilt 2) he can't let it happen again 3) GUILT.

i think he kinda assumes his friend hates him too even tho his friend also holds no animosity. i think his friend might actually think claude is dead or moved away or smth LMAO bc claude just deadass goes off the grid, closes up shop and Everything

timeline wise, the Claude Spider Incident prob happened like 10~ months before the Dimension Thing.

i think claude once thought that 0122-petra's music was too cloying, too sweet, but the way it follows him in his dreams and nightmares hes like. damn ill give it that. theres something there that i can't place.

0122-petra writes all her music, and she's often compared to a siren with how addicting and alluring her songs are. even to ppl who dont rlly vibe w classical music/instrumentals smth abt it.... just sticks w them.....

1204-petra isnt fussed abt sending claude home, not really. Like obviously she Has to but shes havng so much fun hanging out w him!!!!! Like damn!!! but when his glitches start to kick in its really difficult bc he wont let her get close (toxins.) but the pain looks so horrifying.

Also the angst of claude Knowing that Claude Clawmark does exist on earth-1204 and hell he might even be a better claude clawmark. so even if he leaves then petra could befriend claude-1204. But he could never befriend petra-0122. OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#cele talks #spiderverse au #clawpeto

3 notes · View notes

terrorpenned · 2 years ago

Text

some r/v au things kicking around in the brain (or in my art lmao)

V has a new wedding dress made that is heavily inspired by, though not an exact replica of, Josette’s dress, taking a mix of regency style and late 1960s/early 1970's (which are already in partnership in fashion). she borrows Naomi Collins' wedding veil, and Liz gives her a string of pearls that first belonged to Annabella Collins –– a symbol of the Collins prosperity born of the sea.

Wedding flowers: blue delphinium (dignity and grace, youth, new life, remembrance), calla lilies (magnificent beauty, rebirth or resurrection, the goddess Hera), lily of the valley (return to happiness: "The naiad-like lily of the vale. Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pale" ) and blue jasmine (amiability, loyalty, integrity, trust, "On the blue flower which, Brahmins say. Blooms nowhere but in Paradise.")

" The jasmine, with which the queen of flowers, To charm her god, adorns his favourite bowers Which brides, by the plain hand of neatness drest, – Unenvied rival! – wear upon the breast; Sweet as the incense of the mom, and chaste As the pure zone which circles Dian's waist."

They're married out on the terrace but, predictably, rain interrupts them, and they have to rush inside to the drawing room to finish the ceremony. Roger cheats and carries her over the threshold before they're officially married.

They fly to France for their honeymoon, staying on the beaches of Biarritz in the Hôtel du Palais. They make several excursions to sightsee in the rest of the country, including a few days in Paris to see the Louvre and the Palais Garnier. V returns home with several paintings to add to Collinwood's collection, and Roger with several bottles of wine. Vicki also picks out an André Courrèges for Maggie, an Yves Saint Laurent for Carolyn and a Givenchy for Liz. for David, a lapel pin with a guillotine motif inspired by 1790s designs.

Rog's proposal is very Maxim-esque. It happens outside on the cliffs, not at breakfast itself, but right after. Since David is old enough to go to Real School, he no longer needs a tutor and governess, but Roger assures her she's still needed at Collinwood and she can stay on with him. ("Do you mean you want a secretary or something?" "No, I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.")

They're generally supported (especially by Julia) when they announce the engagement, and Carolyn is delighted to have her as an official member of the family (though it takes some getting used to thinking of her as an aunt). Liz is highly skeptical and would try to talk Roger into calling it off; Vicki has to work hard to convince her that’s what she wants. the plus side is that he’d never do anything to hurt V because if he did Liz would flay him alive. not one single foot out of line.

Maggie would also be on Liz’s side, certain at first that the power disparity favors Roger and his happiness, but Vicki would eventually bring her around. Maggie, along with Willie and Joe, is probably one of the few who realizes or cares what it means for Vicki socially/economically to rise through the ranks and marry into the Collins money/power. most of them would view it as marrying Roger, but V’s fellow working class characters see it as marrying into the family, and Roger comes second.

The engagement lasts a while for legal reasons, though not for lack of Rog's trying to hurry their lawyers, since neither of their spouses can be served divorce papers (being yoinked back to the eighteenth century or being transformed into a vampire as your alternate identity don't count for much in court). they're able to get annulments on the basis of mental incapacity –– r.e. Rog's mental state when he married Cass, and the speed –– and fraud –– vis a vis Jeff's real identity. it's not pleasant, and involves lots of testifying about adultery in the courtyard, which leads to their first real fight.

Though he buys her a few things in France, his big wedding present is a car of her own to live in the Collins garage: a Triumph TR6 in Royal Blue with tan interior. Carolyn is allowed to drive it; Roger is not.

#i would just write a fic if i could commit to a longform writing project lmao. for now... headcanons be upon ye #arc: collinwood will always mean home to me.#pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters. ( victoria & roger )

6 notes · View notes

pass11plus · 30 days ago

Text

Mastering the 11+ in Birmingham | Expert 11+ Tuition, Targeted Mocks, and Grammar School Success

Birmingham is home to some of the UK’s top grammar schools, such as King Edward VI Aston, Bishop Vesey’s Grammar School, and King Edward VI Camp Hill School for Boys. Gaining a place at these schools requires more than just natural talent — it demands focused preparation and the right support.

At Pass 11 Plus Grammar Preparation Success Classes, we provide expert-led 11+ tuition in Birmingham tailored to meet your child’s individual learning needs. Our experienced 11+ tutors in Birmingham specialise in all four exam components: English, maths, verbal reasoning, and non-verbal reasoning. Lessons are carefully structured to build skills, confidence, and exam strategy.

We offer both in-person and online sessions, with small class sizes or one-to-one tuition to suit every child’s learning style. Regular assessments and personalised feedback ensure that progress is tracked and weaknesses are addressed early.

To complement our tuition, we offer high-quality 11+ mocks in Birmingham. These mock exams are designed to reflect the real test conditions of the West Midlands grammar schools, giving students valuable practice and helping them overcome exam-day nerves.

Mock results come with detailed feedback to help students and parents understand performance and prepare smarter for the big day.

With our proven track record of helping students gain entry into West midland's top grammar schools, your child will be in expert hands.

📞 Book a free consultation today and give your child the advantage they deserve.

#11 plus exam #11pluspreparation #11 plus tutor #11 plus mocks #11 plus tuition

0 notes

venusindelusion · 7 months ago

Text

Giving In (to the Love): Too Sweet

3rd chapter

SUMMARY: Being in charge of someone's education was heavier than you thought, but tonight doesn't have to be all about books and notes. PAIRING: Vi (Arcane) x Fem!Reader WK: 4K WARNINGS: bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, cursing A/N: slow slow slow burn Previous chapter

Next chapter

After that encounter in the cafeteria you're left feeling nervous and mad, how could she make fun of you so lightly? Didn't her sister told her you weren't the one giving her booze?

You decide to skip your next lesson and head straight home. Once you're inside the elevator, you look for your phone inside your bag and send a text to Caitlyn asking her what time is she coming over.

The elevator stops at your floor and while you're searching for your keys, you see Caitlyn standing in front of your apartment door, carrying some bags on one hand and the other one typing on her phone.

"I didn't know you were here." you say as you approach her, smiling and looking curiously at her bags.

"I wanted to surprise you but I forgot to bring the spare keys you gave me." she says as you turn the key around and open the door.

Once inside, Caitlyn leaves the bags on the table and takes out the fast food she had bought, preparing everything for both of you to eat lunch together. You get into the bathroom and wash your hands and face, then look into the mirror; you felt like shit, and you could feel your mind spinning a thousand miles a second— guilt was cursing through your veins and you couldn't help but wonder what it was about.

Except you did know.

You grab a towel and dry both your hands and face, feeling like cold water didn't do much to your anxiety so you get out of the bathroom and sit in front of your best friend at the table. Both of you start chatting about your day; she tells you that her boss, Marcus, had been driving her crazy all day long until she finally found those papers he was asking for and then let her off for the day. You told her about all the exams you had to grade and then mentioned that Violet's was in that pile too.

"So you took revenge, huh." she says jokingly and chuckles.

"In my defense, it was a mess anyway and," you feel your stomach tied up in a knot, thinking if it was really okay for you to tell her— no, to do it entirely, "now I have to tutor her, so the universe punished me for it already."

You can't decipher what her expression means while she's looking at you but she keeps chewing on her food and laughes lightly. The awkwardness doesn't leave your body and you start thinking you may be going insane, why did you think so much of it? It was just tutoring.

"If it makes you feel any better, she's smarter than she gives on."

What was supposed to make you feel relieved just had the opposite effect. You didn't know they were that close, Caitlyn never mentioned her before that night and now it felt like she was keeping more from you than she might be telling. She is supposed to be your best friend, why wouldn't she tell you she was seeing someone if they were that close?

Food already eaten, you get off your seat and clean the table, grabbing the remaining leftovers and putting them in the fridge for later. You felt a bit sad, and maybe jealous. There was a part of Caitlyn's life you weren't aware of and, for some reason, now you were afraid to ask.

Working after classes sucked, but what sucked even more was having to look for someone who could cover her at work; it couldn't be just anyone. She wouldn't care if the place belonged to someone else and her life didn't literally depend on it, but "The Last Drop" was hers to take care of now. Well, almost.

"Can't pick you up today, Powder." she says, holding her phone on her ear with one hand and organizing bottles on the shelf with the other. "Come straight home, okay? I don't want you messing around again."

Violet could hear her younger sister complaining on the phone about how controlling she was and what plans she already had that night with her friends. It was always the same argument so she let Powder vent about it while she was rearranging the expensive bottles' shelf, hoping that the old wood would resist the weight and not make her lose thousands of dollars. She needed to replace those shelves.

"Look, Pow-pow," holding her phone between her neck and shoulder, Vi kept on trying to convince her sister, "bring Ekko if you want, I could use his help anyway."

With her little sister convinced, Violet put down the phone on the bar and looked over the place; everything needed to be done and she was already feeling tired, both physically and mentally.

All day she had been going around, signing papers and then attending classes. The only time in the day she could actually relax— or unleash some stress, was in the ring; throwing punches, sweating, analyzing her opponent's movements just to finally bring them down. She felt capable, strong and even good at it.

But this? Going to college, watching over her sister, working and barely sleeping; that was hard. It felt impossible at times.

"You've got a good heart," she remembered her father saying, "don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you."

Those words were like fuel for her, that memory has kept her going for years and it still worked now. She had to bear, just a bit longer.

Violet grabbed her phone again and sent a text to Caitlyn, letting her know that she'd probably be busy the rest of the week because she needed to study. Hard. She got an instant reply, "We'll meet as soon as you can."

Feeling relieved, Vi sighed and continued cleaning and organizing everything at the bar. She was thankful for meeting Caitlyn, it was not long ago and she was already changing her entire life— is this how hope felt? It's been years since she had something to look forward to.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, The Last Drop was ready to be opened but still no one could cover for her. Hearing the keys from the backdoor alerted Violet that her sister was finally home, so she went to greet both Powder and her friend.

"I brought some donuts from work." said Powder, leaving the box on the table. "Although they're dry, that's why I got to bring them."

Violet grabbed one and muttered something about the donuts being dry indeed, but she shrugged it off and ate one anyway. She started her way back to the bar, Ekko following behind her and eating his own dry donut.

"Powder told me about your tutoring lessons," he said as he was chewing, "I can cover for you here, you know."

"I didn't ask."

"I'm offering." he replied as soon as he saw his friend's expression, she was clearly uncomfortable and unexperienced when it came to receiving some extra hands. "C'mon, Vi. I know how the business works and I can handle tough costumers."

Violet had to think about it for a bit; it's true that he knew how the bar worked and handling drunken men wouldn't be a problem for him— if anything, God help the idiot who dared to mess with him, but she had never left anyone to run the place without supervision, not even her sister. However, she didn't really have any other option, she couldn't afford to close for even one night. Those debts wouldn't pay themselves.

"Be puntual, no drinking while working and no letting Powder steal any booze, got it?"

"Got it."

She gave him a nod and finished her donut, then went to the back to let Powder know that she was going to be busy the rest of the night. After a short speech about being responsible, helping Ekko and making her swear that if anything came up she would call her immediately, Violet made her way upstairs and into the apartment.

It was strange having some free time on her hands, she was used to running around and work all night until late, but she figured it was a well deserved break; although she was worried about leaving Ekko and Powder in charge of the place.

"She's ready," Violet thought to herself, it was about time to give her sister more credit. She deserved it, after all; Powder was way smarter than most people, only lacking in concentration but that's normal for a teenager, and Vi wouldn't want her little sister feeling like she had to behave like an adult so soon.

Headed towards the bathroom, Violet decided she could use a hot shower and got inside the bathtub, filled it up with water and added her sister's bath salts into it. She had never tried them, but Powder was always telling her about how relaxed she would feel after if she tried them, so she did. And maybe it was because she was completely drained of energy, but it felt like they were working.

She could feel her body relaxing, her shoulders no longer tense and her eyes blinking heavily— these salts were like magic.

Once she finished cleaning and drying her body, she walked into her bedroom and chose some comfortable pants and a big sized T-shirt, then some bandages for her knuckles; today's training had been more intense than usual and she had forgotten to clean her wounds and covering them.

Back into the living room, Violet turned on the TV and laid down on the couch. This was the whole day off experience, now she just had to wait for her new tutor to text her so she could let her in.

Except, she didn't ask nor she gave her number, but there was no time to think about that as her eyes started closing on their own until she fell profoundly asleep.

The sun was already going down and Caitlyn had already left your place, wishing you good luck and telling you to let her know once you were back safe and sound. After taking a shower, you go to your room and decide what to wear; you weren't sure if you were supposed to dress comfortable or as if you were going out— it was a bar, after all. You remember Violet saying she would close the place so you could study at peace and decide to wear some casual but cute clothes, then grab your bag and turn off all the lights. Once you're out of your apartment, you grab your phone and attempt to send her a text, but she never gave you her number, and you didn't gave her yours. You shrug it off and think that she must surely remember you were going over and call the elevator.

You decide you would walk to the bar instead of calling a cab, it was a beautiful night and you were still going to arrive earlier than expected, hoping the walk would calm your nerves even a little. It was the first time you had to tutor someone, you were used to grading exams and doing other academic work but being in charge of someone's education felt heavier than that, specially when you were asked to do it by Viktor; he was more than a professor to you, you looked up to him and you wanted to be as smart and dedicated as he was. It was clear you didn't want to let him down, that's the only reason you accepted in the first place.

The Last Drop was near now and you could see all the lightning coming out from the inside, strong neon colorful lights illuminating even its surroundings outside, the big shiny sign spelling its name and announcing the beggining of your night with your new student. Sighing heavily, you open the door and let the loud music penetrate your ears, you could smell the scent of cigars and sweat, people sitting in different tables chatting and drinking. You were confused now, this seemed far from being closed and you couldn't see Violet anywhere. Walking over to the bar counter, you can see the barman working hard as he was preparing two drinks simultaneously while receiving more orders from group of girls who were clearly going to keep him busy.

"Excuse me—" you say lifting up your finger in an attempt to get his attention, but he doesn't even flinch. "Excuse me!" you yell a bit louder and he turns around to look at you.

"Hey, what are you having?" he asks now looking at you.

"I'm looking for Violet. She works here, right?"

"Oh, you must be her tutor." he says while smiling, you give him a small nod. "That door back there," you follow his finger pointing to an old wooden door, "go upstairs and knock on your left."

Thanking him, you walk over to the door he pointed and read its sign "Personal Only", feeling a bit odd about crossing a forbidden door, you twist the knob and walk upstairs; it was a small place, you could feel the humidity on your skin and the lightbulb over your head twinkling like begging to be retired, the stairs were squeaking under your steps until you were finally facing the left door the barman had mentioned. You knock on it twice and wait, although a few minutes pass by and no one answers, so you knock three times and yell Violet's name. Still no answer. You hear some steps coming from the stairs and turn your head around.

"No answer?" moving her blue haired braids behind her shoulders, she shoves her hand inside her pockets and takes out a key. You greet her as she opens the door and lets you in first, chuckling for no apparent reason to you and leaves her keys on the table. You leave your bag on the same spot, feeling a bit uncomfortable being at someone else's house, someone you don't know that didn't even open the door for you. Maybe she forgot you were coming. "Vi, wake up!" you heard Jinx yelling.

Peaking to where the yelling came from, you see Violet laying on the couch with one leg spreaded and her feet touching the floor. She shuffles while her sister keeps yelling at her and then opens her eyes, looks at Jinx and then at you. Her eyes open wide and she sits straight on the couch, rubbing her eyes and murmurring, "I fell asleep."

"Yeah, no shit." her sister answers while she opens the fridge and takes out a bottle. "I'll be downstairs, bye." she opens the door and leaves both of you alone.

"Sorry, I wasn't planning on sleeping," she says now looking at you.

"Well, we should begin." you sit down at the table and watch her sitting in front of you. She handles you a glass of water and you softly thank her, taking a sip and feeling your throat was more drier than you noticed, your hands were shaking as you grabbed everything you brought from your bag; some books, your own notes and her failed exam.

"Cait said you're good at this," she says, "so please enlighten me." the smirk she gives you makes you both furious and nervous, you couldn't figure if she was really taking this seriously.

You decide to be the bigger person and ignore all her snarky comments so the lesson could begin. To your surprise, she took in everything you told her and she was a quick learner as well; listening carefully to your explanations and even taking her own notes, asking questions about the book and what she lacked in the exam. You tell her she should focus more on certain chapters and the logical part of the subject because, even though Viktor appreciated debates on his classes, his exams put emphasis on the scientific part and not so much on the student's interpretations.

As you continue the lesson, you start to think Caitlyn was right— Violet was way smarter than you thought.

Both of you decide to take a little break from studying and she brings snacks, putting the books and notes aside, she asks, "So how do you know Cait?"

"We've been friends since highschool, " you answer, "she was running some sort of campaign so each class could vote for a delegate or something. She convinced me to sign and we're inseparable since then." Violet laughs at that and makes you smile.

"Sounds like her." Curiosity got the best out of you and you ask her the same question. "Well, we—" someone opens the door, it was the barman. He starts telling Violet he needed her help with a drunk costumer, saying he was getting violent and couldn't calm him down. "Be right back." she says and leaves with him.

You sit there eating chips and waiting for her to be back, but then half an hour passed and you were feeling like a soldier's wife. Worry grows in the back of your head, what if something happened to her? Violet looked strong but that drunk violent customer could be stronger, and she didn't seem like the type of girl to walk out of a fight.

Unable to deal with your own head, you get off your seat and walk to the door. Just when you were about to twist its knob, the door suddenly slides wide open, startling you. It was Violet, standing in front of you, a bit sweaty but generally unharmed; she was so close to you, the air leaving out of her mouth when she apologized for taking so long felt like a fresh breeze against your face and you couldn't stop starring at her little scar on her upper lip. You wonder how she got that one and if she had any other somewhere on her body.

Before you could shake that thought off, you realised she might have noticed your stare because she licked her lip, just where the scar was, and smirked. Blood rushing to your cheeks, you turn your gaze somewhere else and say, "It's okay, I was just worried..."

"Come." she says and starts walking downstairs. You follow her steps into the bar, still feeling embarrassed, and at the end of the stairs you notice the overwhelming silence compared to the loudness of music when you first arrived. The bar was now closed and empty, just the two of you there. She goes behind the counter and grabs a bottle of whisky, pouring it into two glasses while you walk around to take a better look at the place. Warm lighting was on now that the neon lights were off, beautifully illuminating the decorated walls; pictures with different people on it hanged on them, most had a very muscular and tough looking man smiling with someone— you couldn't recognize anyone, but you could tell they were close to each other and that moment was definitely worth immortalizing on a frame. There were also drawings clearly made by a child, full of colours and love and joy, and you see one with two girls in it; a pink haired one with boxing gloves on her hands, fighting some sort of wolf while the blue haired one was cheering on her, a little toy monkey by her side. It made you smile.

"Powder made them." Violet says behind you, scaring you off a bit. She approaches you and hands you a drink, standing beside you now.

"Is it Jinx or Powder?" you ask sipping a bit of your whisky, you can feel it burning your throat and your nose scrunches making Violet chuckle.

"Powder, but everyone calls her Jinx." she answers, "Stupid nickname."

You hummed and watched her going behind the bar counter again, so you decide to sit in one of those fancy tall seats in front of her. You put your glass down and she refills it then her own.

"What happened to the violent costumer?" you ask.

"Kicked his ass and sent him home." she sips her whisky like it's juice, meanwhile you're already feeling dizzy. Strong liquor shouldn't be near you but you couldn't refuse when she refilled your glass again. You had to admit, her presence was strong; she was someone you couldn't ignore if she walked into a room, it's like her confidence drawn you in, clouding your senses and making you want more. It didn't exactly help that she was hot as hell. Still, you couldn't get out of your head the fact that the night you met her, she had been locked up in the bathroom with your best friend.

Both of you keep drinking and chatting, your curiosity growing stronger as you ask her if she runs this place all on her own, feeling pity when she answers, "Yes, been on it since my dad died."

Doubting a little but feeling the booze cancelling your inhibitions, you ask her, "What happened to him?"

"He got sick, " her expression changes, her jaw clenches and she takes another long sip at her glass, you watch the liquor going down her throat and then she speaks again, "it was a few years ago, Powder was still a child."

"And you?" you could feel your stomach tied up in a knot.

"Someone had to take care of things." she says while looking to the wall filled with pictures and drawings, her face seemed calmed like she was already used to this kind of life but you couldn't stop the sadness. "When he was in bed, he used to do these animal-like groans because of the pain, " surprisingly she smiles at that, "Powder used to say he sounded like a wolf."

You couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing, Violet looked at you surprised and then laughed, which made you feel embarrassed.

"Don't laugh, I'm already drunk." you tell her, rubbing your eyes and looking at her with your eyes furrowed.

She walks out from behind the counter and keeps laughing, standing beside you and helping you off your seat, she says, "Can't take strong booze, cupcake?"

That dumb nickname made your face go on fire, it didn't help that she was grabbing your waist to help you keep your balance and you could smell her scent, a mix of whisky and perfume, the warmth of her body next to yours as she was guiding you upstairs again.

"You'd know that, " you tell her, trying so hard to put one feet in front of the other, "you took a pic of it."

Violet opens the door to her place and helps you inside, she walks you to her bedroom and watches you sitting down on her bed. She leaves you there and you take a look at the room, it was tidy and well organized; her night stand had a frame of Powder, herself and their father. She comes back with a cup of coffee and hands it to you, looking at you expectantly. You take a sip of the coffee and make a face of disgust.

"I don't drink coffee."

"Yeah, I can tell." you answer her, still drinking that disgusting liquid she dares to call coffee. You can feel her gaze burning on you, the concern in her eyes even if she was making fun of you, it made your heart soften.

"Stay here tonight, I'll sleep on the couch." she says and puts her hand on your shoulder.

You inhale heavily, trying to ignore the sensation of her touch, even something as small as a reassuring hand is clouding your senses now. It wasn't just the booze anymore.

"Can't you sleep in your sister's room?" you ask her, trying to put your mind somewhere else.

"That's a rat nest," she chuckles and crunches her nose, "sleeping outside is safer." You hand her the empty cup and lay down, covering your legs with the sheets, her scent was impregnated in the pillow. Violet was still looking at you, her face inexpressive.

"I never gave your sister booze, " you say and she looks at you confused, "the other night, at the party, it wasn't me."

"I know," she closes her eyes and sighs, "that's just Powder testing my patience."

"An apology would be good," you say jokingly and she chuckles.

"You know what?" she smirks and raises one eyebrow, "If your tutoring is that good and I pass my exams, I'll take it down." You laugh and tell her that you shouldn't be punished for her stupidity, so she pretends to be offended and punches you softly. She watches you blinking heavily and stands up, turning the lights off and stopping at the door frame, "Good night, cupcake."

Humming in response, you close your eyes and let sleep take over you, ignoring the vibrations coming from your phone.

TAGS: @pokiiks

#vi league of legends #vi arcane #arcane vi #arcane #arcane fic #arcane series #fanfic #slow burn #arcane powder #arcane jinx #caitlyn kiramman #viktor arcane #caitlyn arcane #vi x reader #reader insert #vi x fem!reader #venuswrites

184 notes · View notes